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<\|description\|>Doverick Diathus Age: 15 Allegiance: Chaos Personality: Dovverick often tries to be very often putting in some manner or another to those whom he first encounters. Trying to keep them away with some rather rude remark or sign of aggression and maybe even cruelty if Dovverick can attempt to stomach it. Unless there is something he particularly wants or needs for the person but even them sarcasm is often to slip through. Despite this there is a want to be surrounded with or be around social groups almost and empowerment in it that Dovverick rather pushes away from as to not attach to these people. It seems more like a basic urge to want to grow into larger social groups and perhaps even find a leader of some sort. Dovverick also tends to worry perhaps overly so when it comes to an injured person that may be considered rather close to them. Often overreacting in some manner or another and of course trying to help them as quickly as possible. There is another minor quirk of his rarely surface. Dovverick may try and search for a deeper meaning or interpretation of things to perhaps see a different view or method or how it can be applied though this doesn't necessarily mean he's successful, just occasionally ponders over such. Species: Beastfolk Hyena Immortal Type: Geomantic City of Origin: Lemuria Magic Source: Ambient Magic Type: Mysticism Spells: Sphere of Magic: Earth Focused Barrier of Earth- Creates a barrier made out of earth Delay death- Slows down the effects of dying Move through Earth- Moving through earth such as disappearing into it and going to an underground cavern, or going into the side a plateu and ending up toward the top some time later having moved through the earth Earth Spike-Causes a spike of earth to rise up from the ground suddenly Healing Sense & Read Ley Line: Travel Main Skills: Sewing, Scribing, Secondary Skills: Monetary dealings Equipment: knap sack,sewing kit, bandages, scrolls, ink bottle, scroll of pedigree being marked as Mahtab's son and wooden bead necklace Backstory: Doverick was born in a way or rather created from messing with the genetics and structure of hyenas. He was rather genetically engineered from a batch of a dozen other very young hyena beastfolk at the time on Noble's Island. Make no mistake that place was not his home or physically born there as he was recreated. Soon afterward those that had recreated Doverick to their liking began running simple tests. The first few tests were those of intelligence and sentience even such as sorting objects in particular manners from color to size, solving certain puzzles to later on adapting language and conversing. It seemed Doverick was a success in that category and received very little punishments which were given to those who failed the mental tests. The next were the physical tests such as being able to walk upon two legs, lifting objects and even trying to use the other senses such as smell and hearing to be quite acute. It was hear that Doverick's skills were rather lacking beyond that of being able to stand and walk about (which was still rather a difficult accomplishment and often his legs wobbled). For such he was punished even more severely and was planned to undertake 'harsher' experimentation to achieve a better physical prowess. Luck for Doverick a Mystic Witch named Mahtab had rather took interest in hum. Instead convincing those that were running the experiments to give Doverick over in exchange for payment and claiming to share information on Doverick's increasing intelligence in her care and teaching. They reluctantly agreed and released Doverick to Mahtab. She soon named him what he is today and returned to a home in Lemuria. Upon reaching home Mahtab rather began raising Doverick and teaching him basic commands and things to help with around the home and other small tasks. Some of these were rather hard to follow at first which is why Doverick's language skill needed to be worked upon. He was to practice reading, writing and speaking constantly often through the small tasks given such as scribing down whatever Mahtab asked, reading various letters to her and so on and so forth. Some of the other tasks he recalls and was rather rapidly improving at was sewing back together pieces of cloth that had been torn on Mahtab's days out of the house, and keep track of some of the finances as he grew older. Along the way he would often try and practice to achieve some of Mahtab's feats, most of which were seeming to heal impossible injuries seemingly by willing it to occur. Around the age of twelve or so was when things had started heading downhill. Mahtab was dying from a large blade wound through her stomach and was not able to focus on healing it through the pain. Doverick was at first sent into a panic a question whom had done this but Mahtab refused to answer that question. It had rather been one hired from those who had created Doverick years ago, for not sharing the experiments and progress of Doverick and not following through with some crueler requests sent over by letter which were burned long before Doverrick could even read them. Doverrick was rather crazy for a time trying what he could to heal her and paying those who were healers to help try and help as well but driving the both of them into poverty. The healers had rather effectively extended Mahtab's life for a couple of years but only had slowed it. Doverrick had oddly been successful in delaying Mahtab's death in his own effort for days having not slept at all and nearly draining upon power that he had not known was available to him. Doverrick even tried tapping into the power of the earth itself to heal her and the wound was sealed but disease and infection had long been decaying Mahtab from the inside. Mahtab's last words were: "Goodnight my sweet, Diathus. Death will only take me for a time." Doverrick had failed her. There was, perhaps another chance however. A slight hope to perhaps try and bring her back from beyond death. Defying the laws of life and death to bring someone back into the current plain of existence as they were by his will and perhaps chaos as well. That is what he searches for. Appearance: looking texture from a lack of proper grooming for a long amount of time. His main fur coat color is a beaver brown, his under belly a desert sand brown and the various spots of his fur being a chocolate brown. His muzzle rather short and only seeming a few inches or so that seems to match up with his small and charcoal gray eyes that always looking tired. Some of his front teeth come down in a small overbite. The teeth seeming sharper than they actually are. Dovverick has a rather slim and somewhat curvy body shape. Most of his body seems rather pole or straight down like except for around the waistline in which it curls outward. The pole shape might be further enforced by his height, standing around 5'11" or so. Dovverick's legs appear to have some more meat to them than the rest of him. As for clothing he mostly adorns a long black skirt made out of linen and goes down to Doverick's paws or feet and another piece of clothing that covers his chest but not his abdomen and appears rather 'vest' like in appearance. Both pieces of clothing have small cuts here and there but are otherwise fine. Dovverick tends to prefer loose and comfortable clothing with some style or soft fabric with it.</s> <\|message\|>Jarek Wildervan Jarek As Jarek continued to progress up the mountain path with increasing speed, his attention was soon taken by the scene of a ruined village. He had traveled far since leaving home, but never had he seen such destruction. He could only guess what had the power to do something like this, but maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it was an accident, or some sort of natural disaster. These thoughts did little to convince him, but it helped ease his fears a little. Part of him wanted to explore the village, learn of its secrets and wonders, but he had a mission, a quest that he had promised himself not to abandon until he had seen it through. He let out a small sigh before turning back to the path and continuing his journey. As he did so, he noticed a traveler up ahead, staring at him. It was only for a brief second, more of a glance than a stare, but he was certainly looking at him. Who would be travelling this road, though? What sort of person in their right minds would be journeying to see some infamous mage whose tower was resting on a ley line? Then Jarek looked a little closer. The being above him seemed more a creature than an actual person. He had fur, and pointed ears, like a dog almost. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he had heard of people doing experiments to create beast folk, be it out of research or to create unquestioningly loyal servants. Maybe this was one of those, or maybe he was just some race that Jarek had never set eyes on. He had lived a rather sheltered life up until this point. The being ahead cast one more glance back at him before quickly running up ahead. If Jarek didn't have his suspicions before, now he was almost certain that the beast had ill intent. Afterall, it was on a road never traveled by anybody meaning to bring any good to the land, or at least, that's what the rumor told him about the path. Slowly, Jarek blended into the scenery by the side of the road, watching ahead for any other people, hoping to be able to see them without them seeing him. Maybe it was just one too many days travelling alone, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the creature he had seen would play a major part in his confrontation with the mage.</s> <\|message\|>Kaleia El Nemaya Nemaya looked up quickly at the sound of the voice, so caught up in the banter with Rushan that neither had noticed the intrusion. With all said and done the individual did not seem hostile. Although it would not be the first time she'd been caught unawares. Tilting her head to one side studied the male. It was one of the beast-folk and looking at the markings it resembled some kind of cat-like animal. Biology was not quite her strong suit. Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he'd been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been. In fact he'd flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She'd been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those. Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings. It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing. Almost feels better that way. It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly! The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle's. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside. Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor. By the Lords of Order this was bizarre! Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she'd run into Rushan and before he'd even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old. Just where in the hell was she?</s>	<\|message\|>Doverick Diathus Doverrick simply stood there for a few moments or two. It seemed he had surprised the two or at least the one he was assuming was female. It seemed he was rather being studied and stared at for a little while which in itself was uncomforting. The feeling of being stared at like so and studied about made the hyena or gnoll of sorts, uncomfortable with the current situation. The information that could be worked out from them may, however be invaluable so Doverrick simply maintain a wide and pleasant grin across his face to not appear menacing and more of a friendly sort. It seemed then or soon afterward that the girl and the other had disappeared into the ley line and likely went elsewhere. Which seemed rather rude to Doverrick at the time being as he was ignored or avoided all together. Since the two were gone and disappeared into the ley line and likely would not hear him at the time being, he swore under his breath. More or less coming up with a minor profane name for the two. Unsure of whether or not he should pursue the two was being questioned in the next few seconds. If he left and went after the two, who knew what might be met on the other side? The two might be too afraid to even think clearly and answer him or they may even try to attack Doverrick simply out of fear. There was the other traveler to worry about as well. The hyena glanced over his shoulder back in the general direction of the traveler that was walking along the path. The chill of the cold began to set in somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Henry "The Monster" Anderson Age: 36 Appearance: Height: 6"1' Weight: 200 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Nationality: Australian Occupation: Private Security Bio: Tough lands breed tough people. And that is exactly what Henry was, tough. He had to be, growing up the youngest of five, living in a shitty neighbourhood with shitty people, if you weren't tough and didn't learn quick, best case scenario you'd wind up dead. Henry was lucky, he was born a survivor. He fought for everything he had growing up, his clothes, his food. His pride. He did a lot of bad shit to people, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die in a gutter. When he was 16, he joined a gang. Spirit Wolves. When he joined they had little territory, training, co-operation, people and funds. Henry changed that. He made the gang into what it became, a full blown crime syndicate. He spread rumours about himself to scare people and build a rep. People thought that he was a wild beast, unleashed only when shit got intense. The runours became so wild that people would pay the gang just for keeping Henry on a leash. Some people did toss away the rumours every now and then, and challenged the gang. Those people disappeared, never to be seen again. Henry eventually left the gang at age 24 when an ex military soldier offered him a job at his security company. Henry accepted and never looked back on it. He worked some easy jobs for the company, guard stores, people and the like. But he loved the tough jobs, companies hiring him to kill another companys hired goons. Escorting caravans through dangerous turf. Hunting mutants and the like. So long as the job paid well, he'd do it.</s> <\|message\|>William McGregor --- William McGregor --- He thought deeply to himself. William knew that everything here was indeed what governmental officials were keeping from them, their idea of Protection to the Public. At this point in time, part of him still had a deep grudge against the new Section 8 interferers, yet there was still a little sympathy. How can anyone have fought things like these for so long, and still not had the privilege of warning the Public, or other Military organisations, in order to prepare them for the worse? It must be painful, mentally, for someone to have to go about this on a day-to-day basis. But then, yet again, was there even a brain for the woman to have broken down? Her body seemed completely and utterly augmented, something William would refuse even in the face of death. It wasn't like he hated the idea of saving lives and upgrading peoples hope...It was just the pain that came with it. There was a feeling, a phantom limb where the replacement was fitted in. Take William's hand for example, he hated the feeling. Sometimes, through mental hallucination and delusion, he could swear sometimes his fingers would twitch, as if they were still there. The numb feeling of having that terrified him sometimes, and so to have more than just a hand replaced by things only to create similar experiences...It must be a trip of mental suicide. His mind returned to what mattered. It trailed off from the sympathetic thoughts of his rescuer, the confusion of who the Marksmen was and the whole experience of his own issues. William brought himself back into the mind of an Officer. He had a task, a mission and information just given to him by whatever authority. This information was completely confusing...Anything could've been said other than that and it would've made more sense. "Wait...So this wasn't some bloody Lab Creation? Nothing we've ever come across before?" William looked back at the four remaining comrades of his. It wasn't completely true, what the Commander had said about him. He shouldn't of been the next IC of the group. However, the hopes of the remaining looked upon him as if he'd always had led them. They were shocked, the lot of them. Jason, Jess, Franklin and Thomas...They were looking to him, completely disregarding any authority they would've had over him. He stared at their eyes, as their helmets were taken off. Each one of them, even Jason, looked traumatised...Mostly covered in blood, whether it was their own or someone else's, and unsure of what exactly was to happen next, they continued to stare back at William. William's head lowered; his breath drew colder and lower. "How...How can we go with you? What good are five...Five remaining Armed Police Officers...Practically betrayed by their authority...What use are we? Actually...I don't want an answer...Don't answer that." He continued to pause for a moment, catching his breath once more as he looked at the team. Through visual gestures, they were prepared to make their decision. "I...I don't...We can't just join...we...We can. If you truly need us...for whatever reason...We will try to make it happen, as our duties to the MCPD state...But we'll need something in return...and not just myself, but us all, know that you'll figure something out that'll actually make this tragedy worthwhile..."</s> <\|message\|>Hotaru Utada Usanagi [Usanagi] She crouched down and placed her hand on William's shoulder. "Everything I do, everything that Section 8 does is for the survival of the human race. We learned these creatures aren't just stopping at humans like you and me, but on androids and synthetics. They want to destroy all of mankind and it's creations. Most of my body has been completely cyberized. Except for parts of my brain as well as my internal organs. A few artificial ones were added but I am still human. I still care about humanity." She said and then looked to his team. "Oh and the law you fight for did not betray you. The USD,... Section 8. We thought we could fight back the tide that is coming. If we do not put stubborn differences aside and join together to fight this menace... we will all die. Every death here will be in vain. As of now the human race is fighting for it's survival. The war will break out onto the streets of Mars like it already is but in much larger scales... Section 8 is understaffed for this and for the time being the USD is losing and right now Mars is the only obstacle in these creatures path." She sighed and closed her eyes and then looked to the opposite stairs going down. She knew more of the creatures were making up for them. With that she stood up and then looked to the group. "Also your no longer property to the MCPD. You belong to Section 8, whether you like it or not. Section 8 protocol dictates I take you in whether you like it or not. You will be taken to our facilities. You will be taken care of and debriefed. You will remain there for as long as it remains safe. How you decide to spend your time under Section 8 is dependent on you. Fight or don't. Either way we will all die when the time comes." She said. With that she looked to the other members of the division and then to the stairs leading to the roof. 'Leon, provide us cover to the roof. We aint got much time. I am ordering for a emergency evacuation. One of the gun ships will aid you in providing fire upon the enemy while the other lands on the roof. We will evacuate and then come pick you up.' Her next actions consisted of her pushing forward to the those stairs that made their way upwards. She was done talking and trying to explain to these people that she wasn't the enemy. Section 8 never was the enemy. The enemy was the things trying to kill us. If they didn't want to listen then so be it. They can die with their friends if they want or rot at the headquarters. Not even the Section 8 headquarters will be safe for long. When this war comes... no place will be. Then it happened.... A cleaver punched it's way through the floor and pulled with it a chunk of the floor causing her to fall with it. When she landed she landed with a thud her gun falling to the floor and sliding away from her. She turned over quickly to see the drooling monster hovering over her. It's weapon aimed at her and it's cleaver like appendages moving in place to strike. It hissed at her and then screeched as it swung. She moved her legs in time to dodge the first hit but then the second came down right above the wrist of her right hand. It may have been completely machine but the nerves where still there and she screamed. She reached to her side with her only hand left and grabbed her pistol and then moved it to shit at the creature through it's weak points. It exchanged it's on displeasure of the act with a scream of it's own. She took the time to flip back up on her feet and move to her weapon. She holstered her pistol quickly and picked up her P90 and aimed and fired shooting down the monster with continued fire. Once it was dead she looked to where her other hand was and then the stump that was sparking and did ooze out some kind of fluid. She looked back up to the hole and positioned her self so she could make the jump. Sure enough she was able to make it back to their floor. She then bolted for the stairs. She knew after that event there the others were surely doing the same. "You people get moving!.. I will cover you from here. I won't be able to hold them for long." She hollered as blasts from the alien weapons started to pelt the walls around her. She exchanged fire with them. The creatures were beginning to learn from this as well and used their own cover. [Meanwhile elsewhere @Catchphrase] Alexander maybe surprised to know that he wasn't the only one who had it's eyes on the current population of the establishment. Only the things didn't have no intentions of getting money out of it or anything. The death of all humans.... and their creations. That was the goal of the hive. "Humans go inside building, not come out... shall we pursue?" One asked the other as they watched. "Proceed as planned. We kill them all... not just the hostile ones and their weaponry but the others as well. The only good human is a dead one." The other responded. The moved into position. The streets were quiet. Everything was ready... They raised their rifles and picked their targets and then they opened fire. Plasma particles ripped through the walls like paper towards chosen targets. [Also Elsewhere@knighthawk] The next attack was going to occur in a much more residential area. The fight will come upon all fronts. Soon the humans won't be able to hide it any longer and all will fight them. It was rather exciting for the hive. A race worth fighting for once. Something to challenge it. It was a solitude hunter though. It had no gun. Just two rather large pummels and two sets of smaller arms. It looked at the house and the one more target going through the door. It would have grinned if that was even possible. The human intended for it's prey had a large prosthetic though or some kind of powerful arm. Was it capable as its... we will see. It moved towards the home and in the process lifted a car from its parking spot and then threw it towards the home. It's intended target was no one at the moment. Just making a crashing entrance.</s>	<\|message\|>Henry "The Monster" Anderson Henry was giving the sobbing man and his family some time to calm down and listen to him. If they were hysterical it may benefit his employer by making them make a decision while afraid, but calm people were less likely to act on emotion and think logically. Then he heard a noise from outside, and before he could even turn the entire building was lit up by weapons fire. A round grazed Henry's side, but before anymore could hit him he dropped to 9 the floor as if he was dead. He didn't even throw up his hands to protect his face, which really hurt him when it made contact with the floor. He looked around and tried to take stock of the situation. The man and his family were all dead, they were already on the ground so whoever was shooting didn't have to compensate for them dropping to the floor to take cover. They just got chewed up. His men fared better, but not by much. Of the four that went in with him, two were wounded, one was hurt so badly not even doctors could save him if they could evac right then and there. And that was not an option. His last man was quick to react. He ducked down behind a metal table and flipped it over. It barely held against the rain of fire being thrown at it, but it held none the less. The man took out his heavy pistol and fired back, shooting blindly over cover. He must of hit something, because a scream came from outside where the shooters were. It didn't sound like it came from any human throat, and if it was human. Henry shuddered at the thought. Henry crawled towards a small ditch in the building. It wasn't a ditch really, more like a slightly lower part of the floor, but ut was the best cover he could get to without getting shot up. When he made it to the ditch, he drew his weapon and fired off a couple rounds. They were state of the art rounds, or at least state of the art years ago. The rounds buzzing over his hewd, those were state of the art. And yet the shooters weren't that great. Strange. Henry looked around and saw another of his men go down. A round went through his skull. He was out of the game. The remaining two who could still fight were firing away. More screams were heard 3outside. But the weapons fire kept coming. Henry grabbed his radio and switched it on, hoping someone would hear him of the sound of fighting. "EMERGENY! EMERGENCY! THIS IS DELTA TEAM OF CRIMSON BEAR SECURITY! WE ARE UNDER HEAVY FIRE FROM AN UNKNOWN ENEMY! THEY ARE USING UNKNOWN HARDWARE AND WE ALREADY HAVE CASUALTIES INCLUDING SOME CIVILIANS! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS, SEND HELP TO MY LOCATION, IT IS BEING TRANSMITTED IN THIS MESSAGE! I AM SETTING THIS ON REPEAT, JUST SO YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME FOREVER! PLEASE HURRY!" Henry rigged the radio to repeat and concentrated on firing back. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and do it quietly. He hoped somebody was listening to the radio. Otherwise the time to set it up was a waste.</s>
<\|description\|>Oskar Oskar The Undying Age: Mid-thirties Appearance: Oskar is an imposing man, standing 6' 3". He weighs 224 Pounds, and was once called "Oskar the Mountain." That stopped after he cut out the tongue of the man who created the nickname. Bio: Oskar first memory is wandering aimlessly through the Nordic Countryside. He accidentally befriended a band of Viking Raiders. They taught him how to fight, how to raid. They raided together for many years, until Oskar had his head lopped off in battle and they saw it reform. They burned him alive and it took him almost a year to reform from the ashes. He tracked down and killed all of his former comrades, taking the name "Oskar the Undying" Since then, he's roamed the Earth, looking for war wherever he can find it. It is said that not only did he fight on both sides of WWI, charging across No Man's Land with axes in hand, he also may have had a hand in the assassination of Ferdinand which started the war. He's slaughtered rebels, then immediately helped overthrow the Government that bid him to do so. He looks only for blood. He's always found it. Personality: Oskar can be a jovial when he wishes to be. He has been known to not hold his liquor very well, and has caused a number of bar fights. He is kind and welcoming to those he considers friends, but considers everyone else a bitter enemy. Then, he might brain a friend for insulting him and befriend an old enemy. He has no consistency, and is all the more dangerous because of it. Possessions: * 3 Ice Vestis Crystals * Two one-handed axes (Ice Vestis Powered) * A multitude of fur cloaks and leather jerkins and breeches. * An outstanding fortune * A massive Mansion In Seattle Skills: Oskar is a deadly warrior, skilled with swords and spears, guns and explosives. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of war making, and he's quite skilled with tactics. That being said, no one can call Oskar "book smart." He reads at about a fourth grade level. Fast facts: Oskar has an thirst almost as undying as himself, he likes to stay in a state of perpetual inebriation. Oskar currently lives in a large mansion, bought from the spoils of war. He wears traditional Nordic furs and leathers. It is possible the IBI knows about him, but is unable to act due to his use to several countries as a soldier.</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman. 'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open. "Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.</s> <\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" Lena It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake. Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again. A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note. "What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?" Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex Alex sat on the plane, smacking the letter from Oskar on her palm absent-mindedly. It'd taken some work to convince her manager to let her leave New York, but she felt this was well worth it. Besides... her career was pretty much over with anyway. They would just call this an extended break that would soon turn into a permanent break. Simple, really. Besides, if she didn't go on this, she wouldn't be an idol much longer regardless. Oskar's letter was essentially her career's death sentence, not that she minded. She was dressed casually, as casually as a former star could. Her dress was the street style of South Korea, kahki skinny jeans, a loose fitting v-neck grey sweater, and red sneakers. She sighed as the woman near her seat stared at her. Because a female with a typical male style of dress was so odd. Alex rolled her eyes and decided it was in her best interest to stare out of the airplane's window. She'd requested the window seat and enjoyed watching the ground below them fly by. It wasn't often that she felt like a small insignificant thing. She lifted her hand to run it through her short, thin brown hair. What did "Oskar The Undying" want with her anyway? And what was with the name? He still went with that? Let's just tell the entire world that I'm an Immortal. No biggie. Not to mention Mr. Obvious is the one threatening to reveal me. Alex chuckled, a short huff of a laugh, more like a snort than anything. She let out a short breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had the ability to teleport rather than live a really really long time. She wasn't really the most patient of sorts even though she really should be. She also wasn't one for keeping herself armed besides the small knife hidden in her bag. She'd lived long enough to know how to get away with a few things, after all. Which made it all the harder to keep herself from punching the woman next to her's face in. "Stop staring at me, lousy bitch." She barked at the woman, fed up with her glances and mumbling. "I'm right fucking next to you and can hear every damn word you say so you don't need to whisper." The elder woman recoiled in fear before her expression turned into that of hatred. Without another word, the woman raised her hand and called one of the hostess over. "I'd like to be moved to another seat. This young woman is incredibly rude." She explained, holding her nose out like Alex stank. Alex snorted once again, bursting out into laughter. Everyone on the plane turned to look at the commotion and the hostess gave her a strange look. "I think that's my line, lady." Alex began, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She turned to look at the hostess, "Excuse me, miss..." Alex glanced at the name tag, "Colwell... My name is Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters. I'd like to request to be moved to first class. Preferably in a seat by myself. It seems I can't trust strangers to be respectful and kind anymore." The hostess bowed and walked on to find a new seat for Alex and as she did, Alex turned to look at the woman, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, watch who you mess with, bitch. Have fun in 3rd class." She told her as the hostess came back to retrieve Alex who spent the rest of the ride in peace. That is... until they touched down. While Alex was walking around, looking for Oskar who she could only assume would look horribly out of place in an airport, she was approached by a rather large man who stopped in front of her and stared down. Alex stopped, staring at the man's chest before slowly looking up at his face, her brow raised at him. "Can I help you?" She asked, her brow still raised. "Apologize." He grunted. Obviously he's more brawn than brain... "As I've just met you, I don't think I have anything to apologize for." Alex responded, stepping to the side. Behind the large man was the older woman from before who now had her arms crossed. Alex raised a brow yet again and glanced from man to woman. She pointed to the woman and looked up at the man. "She yours?" Alex asked, prompting a glare from the man. "Apologize." He grunted again. Alex snorted once again and smiled at him. "Make me, Tiny." She told him, stepping up to him, her chest barely inches away from him, her glare staring daggers into his. "I know about 50 different ways I could paralysis you right now and then what would you be? A hunk of meat with no brain. You wouldn't want that would you, Tiny?" She whispered, smirking at him. She hadn't expected the dumbass to actually hit her until she felt the slap and her body suddenly falling back as she flew across the large hall and into something soft. She blinked, looking up to see a rather large scandinavian man. "Oh... Hi Oskar." She greeted him, making quick waving motions. She looked down to see the woman's son (I mean, what else could he have been? Her boyfriend? Heh, fat chance... Literally... fat chance. Woman probably weighs like 300.) who was staring at Oskar who was more than likely staring back. As usual, friends were nice.</s>	<\|message\|>Oskar Just when Oskar thought his day couldn't get better, he encountered an old friend. He roared with hearty laughter as he remembered her. Yes, the one now called Alex was the same girl who he once thought all those years ago. He had wondered where she had gone. "Chae-Seon?" He threw his head back and laughed until he began to tear up. He suddenly noticed the large man glaring at him. The one who had slapped Alex into him. He picked Alex up and set her aside. He strode towards the man. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." He launched his right arm forwards and grabbed the man by the arm. He yanked to the side once his forearm was tightly in his grasp, dislocating it with a pop. The man dropped to his knees and clamped a hand onto his useless shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. Oskar spun and drove his heel into the man's jaw. He dropped like a sack of flour. He turned back to Alex with a broad smile, ignoring the older woman's horrified stare. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" --- Otto --- Otto sighed. It seemed as though he had a better chance of being exposed by Oskar's idiotic frivolity than whatever proof he may have Otto's immortality. He strode through the crowd. The man who had slapped the younger immortal was struggling. He sighed once more and walked past the final line of people to face the wounded man. "So, now you know not to hit women. He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to Oskar. "Or else you'll get beat up by a crazy Nordic Man-Bear." He stood and spun on his heel, coming face-to-face with Oskar. "And you! You imbecile! Otto was seething. "Oskar, I ask for once that you at least try to be subtle. Not all of us have the Bureau in our pocket."</s>
<\|description\|>Lena "Wanderer" Age: 21 Appearance: Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle) Bio: The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again. Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her. Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift. Personality: Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity. Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her. Possessions: -Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie. -She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals. -A fancy mace to use in close combat -A black M4A1 -Knife in her boot -A black Heckler & Koch USP -A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors) Skills: Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well. Fast facts: -One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth -Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar -Her favorite food is just any kind of meat -Her looks say different, but she can drink -One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little</s> <\|message\|>Oskar Oskar --- Oskar smiled. It was not often that he felt satisfied. There were always more battles to fight, mead to drink, beds to warm. For Oskar, one victory was never enough. Be it in war, finance, or other such pursuits. No, Oskar needed to keep winning his whole life. Which is why Oskar's smile was perplexing. The smile even grew as he worked. Especially the last two notes. The ones that were going to be delivered to Otto Dietrich and Arthur Avalon. The only two to ever defeat him in battle. Ah yes, he remembered clearly. 8th Century, Otto and his whore had driven back the force of Magyar bandits Oskar had been commanding. It had taken him awhile to find the former Holy Roman Emperor. He had taken many different names over the years, it was just Oskar's luck that he happened to name himself Otto again. Arthur had been significantly easier. The damn fool had never changed his name. The other notes were being delivered to other Immortals. Ones that he thought would make excellent allies. A good king, he thought is never without his court. --- Otto --- Otto was tired. He looked in the mirror at his haggard face and bloodshot eyes. He sighed. There were days when he wished that he weren't an Immortal, that he died like normal humans. The days were few and far between, yet today was one of them. He dressed haphazardly and sat on his couch, flippin on the television. Otto wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself. His friend, Ozmond, was the only reason that he had been staying with one identity for so long. Of course, Oz had succumbed to old age, as humans were wont to do. Otto had moved to Germany the day after the funeral. He flipped through the channels while sifting through his many, many memories. He finally settled on one he liked. The year was, 1996, he believed. He and his fourth wife, and Ozmond were celebrating Oz's birthday in a pub. Ozmond and Aileen both looked the same age as him back then, and they were happy. He preferred to remember them like this, as opposed to Aileen in her 70's, on the losing side of a battle with Alzheimer's. Or Ozmond, as an 86 year old man who could barely keep his eyes open when he came to visit. He fell asleep with the pub memory in his mind and a sad smile on his face. He was awoken by a knock on the door. He quickly dug through the pockets of his hanging coat for the small revolver he kept. The chances of the visitor being an IBI officer were slim, but you could never be too careful. He wrenched open the door to find nothing but a small white envelope on the floor. He opened it and read it in a manner of seconds. He dropped it to the floor and began to laugh. "Oskar the Undying, eh?" He chuckled once more. "To Seattle it is!"</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman. 'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open. "Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.</s>	<\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake. Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again. A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note. "What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?" Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.</s>
<\|description\|>Lena "Wanderer" Age: 21 Appearance: Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle) Bio: The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again. Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her. Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift. Personality: Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity. Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her. Possessions: -Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie. -She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals. -A fancy mace to use in close combat -A black M4A1 -Knife in her boot -A black Heckler & Koch USP -A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors) Skills: Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well. Fast facts: -One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth -Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar -Her favorite food is just any kind of meat -Her looks say different, but she can drink -One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn walked through the airport, dressed in a simple set of black clothing, consisting of a sleeveless top that showed off her toned stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged ger long legs and butt firmly. She walkrd with the ease of someone who knee they were hot, evidenced by the men around her whose gazed followed her for a few seconds longer than normal. She walked over to the small group that had gathered, eyeing each of them up individually, not even hiding the fact that her stare seemed to strip off their clothing, and see what lay below. "I'm assuming you're Oskar," she asked, nodding to the tall Scandinavian, "My name is Evelyn D'Amour. I received your letter." She smirked a little at thr mention of the Bureau. Now that was something she didn't have to worry about. The good thing about her hobby was that many found it uncomfortable to talk about openly, so there were very few rumours about her. Just another reason she enjoyed it.</s> <\|message\|>Vladimir Vladimir As the sun rose, a body amongst the sheets tangled through two forms stirs. Slowly a woman sits up and inspects the man whom she managed to bed last night. As she gazes upon the sleeping form a pale grey eye slowly opens and looks at her. "good morning" The woman cracks a smile as the man known as Vladimir sits up, still groggy from sleep. "Morning Vlad." Vlad gets out of bed and starts pulling on clothes, to be specific a heather grey t shirt and tight dark jeans, as she watches. Once fully clothed he turns and looks at her. "Not that i am objecting to you being here...but why are you still here?' The woman tilts her head. "I wanted to be here when you awoke...a-" Before she could finish the sentence Vlad's dinosaur of a phone rings. He picks up. "Hello? What? oh...its not mine. How could I be so sure you ask? Because i am completely sterile. Nice try though, do try it on someone else who it is actually possible to produce a parasite with." A click is heard as he snaps the phone shut and watches as the woman dresses in a hurry and leaves. Vlad snorts, it would seem all the women he ends up with are similar. Vladimir lightly makes coffee and starts about his day. However, this is soon interrupted by a doorbell ring. He sighs before getting up and seeing a postman with a letter. His eyes flick between the letter and the man as he grabs the letter, who even sends letters now a days. He nods to the postman as he closes his door. He opens and reads it. His whole being goes cold at the threat of being known to the IBI. "Not again...never again" The whisper is soft and he clenches the letter. He inhales and exhales before unclenching and finishing the reading of the letter. So Seattle it is. His day found him in one of his least favorite forms of traveling. A plane. Something about being in the air with his feet off the ground was unnerving. With his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and knuckles white from clenching the arm rests he feels he might be okay if no one talks to him. Of course, that was not fate. "Oh are you afraid of flying?" The irritating voice of the blonde sitting next to him pierces his forced meditation. "Only as much as you are afraid of your natural hair color" That shocked her into silence...good. The rest of the flight was uneventful thankfully. He walks off of the metal bird to see a rather large man dislocating another man's shoulder. With an eyebrow raise he makes his way to the group around the large bear of a man, knowing full well his silent nature might make him unnoticed until they actually look behind them. "Why be subtle when the other guy was not? Believe that man brought the bad karma upon himself" As another woman introduces herself he sighs. He probably should do the same. "Vladimir." He felt nothing else needed to be added so he simply does not. The pirate boots are enough to prove everything about himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex "Chae-Seon?" She grinned. A long since forgotten name. She was certainly glad he remembered her after all these years though her heart pinged at the sudden remembrance of the name. Still, as if by some force of nature her memories remained as hazy as they'd always been but now she could faintly remember a distorted voice calling her name. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." "Hmm?" Alex mumbled as Oskar offered her his help. Her heart warmed at the familiarity. Oskar had always been like a father to her for as long as she could remember, always taking care of her. As Oskar finished taking care of the brute, Alex looked over the horrified expression of the old woman as she rushed to what Alex assumed to be her son's side. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" Oskar asked her. She sat for a few seconds deliberating with herself. "You know, I've been meaning to change my name. But for some reason hearing Seon causes my heart pain so Alex will do for now. You can help me choose a better name later." She told him, chuckling. She wanted desperately to rush up to him and wrap her arms around his neck in a familiar embrace but the addition of a rather loud fellow caused her to think twice. She'd just have to tackle Oskar later. She laughed quietly to herself, remember how she first pronounced his name all those years ago. Oshka The look on his face still made her laugh even now. Alex stifled a giggle at the 'nordic man-bear' comment. However, she felt a bit defensive when he berated Oskar for defending her. "Hey. He's my nordic man-bear and he did nothing wrong." She told him, her brows furrowing at the loud newcomer. "Though you do stick out like a sore thumb, bud..." she added quietly in Oskar's direction. "And you!" She shouted, pointing at the haggard looking man who'd just arrived, "You're just as loud and oblivious as he is! If you're going to mention the Bureau, at least do so quietly." She shook her head at him and then grinned up at Oskar, as if looking for approval. Evelyn D'Amour Alex had known a lot of very attractive females in her profession, but she did have to admit that Evelyn took the cake. She pursed her lips as she looked Evelyn up and down, eyeing her while trying to not appear as if she was doing so like the many other people in the airport. She coughed as another walked up and defended Oskar, apparently having heard the haggard man's comment. "I like this one." She told the group, pointing towards Vlad. Realizing that all of them but Oskar didn't know her name, Alex grinned and held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels as she introduced herself, "Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters, at your service." And she regretted it as soon as she said it. Shit... She looked over at Oskar hoping very much so that he hadn't caught on to the meaning behind what she'd said. Since parting from him, she hadn't always been... well... good. She didn't want to disappoint Oskar and he probably knew about the old man's recent death even if he didn't know the details. Besides... Oskar probably knew her parents and she didn't know how he'd feel about her basically denying them ever having existed in the first place. All they held for her were painful memories and so she had no need of them. Maybe he won't care at all. Maybe I'm just over reacting. Despite being nearly 200 years old, Alex still felt like a teenager who hadn't quite grown out of her insecurities, something she should probably find ways to fix and soon if she wanted to be as hard and cold as the lot of them. Right? That was what she needed to do? Become hard and cold towards life. HAH. As if. Then, as if suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do previously, Alex ran around Oskar and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "I missed you Oskar! How have you been?" She asked, grinning as she squeezed his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) -Double Post of Doom- Apologies.</s>	<\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane. What a bunch of ass holes. Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up. She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet. It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he. "Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Vladimir Also known as Vlad Age: looks about 21 Appearance: (I tried to find a picture….no luck) Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye. It is naturally this way so occasionally he will dye his hair to hide his identity. In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset. Bio: Vladimir remembers the Vikings. Remembers well because he was one himself. Though that did not last too long as he did not like some of the things Vikings did to the villages they took over. Under the cover of night he left them to seek out something different. That something different came in the form of piracy. Not the traditionalist in any sense of the form he got a boat before he got a crew. It was a large boat that he fondly named the flying Dutchman. He spent a few days convincing members of other crews to join him with the promise of good treatment and plenty of gold. Many were persuaded by that and so began the travels of Captain Vlad. This part of his life lasted the longest and gave him a fortune in stolen goods. Upon chance, he stumbled upon a village that lured him there. Finding something appeasing about the sleepiness, he stayed and allowed his crew to part ways with him. (A good thing since the ship was shot down and never seen again) He met a woman who he fell in love with. They got married, though never had any children due to him being sterile. He was head over heels for her and did his best to make her happy especially with his inability to give her any children. Life seemed great for a few years, until Vlad came home one day to find his wife dead. (He refuses to talk about the details) One thing lead to another and Vlad left the town covered in blood. Much later, the IBI was created. Created and somehow he found himself in their clutches. To put it simply, it is not something he wishes to go through again and finds that he is happy to be out of there. From that point on he hopped from place to place from job to job. From paid hit man to private eye and so many more. Now, he finds himself living in the US with a job as a bouncer and houses scattered throughout with basements full of treasure. Treasure that occasionally takes a piece or two to historical museums to make quick cash. So to the historical members, he is a treasure hunter. He does not believe the IBI know much about him anymore, but why take the chance of not being careful again. Personality: Vladimir is sarcastic to boot and a bit of a lone wolf. He is rather difficult to anger, but once he is angry he is hard to calm back down. Any speaking of the IBI or his wife cause him to go into silence. Possessions: -Vlad tends to wear t shirts of the heathered variety (usually grey though there are a few colors) -He also wears button ups occasionally so some of those -His pirate boots that are still in good condition (he swears they are comfortable even with the slight heel.) -Tight jeans (of the darker variety) -A dagger (with a fire crystal) -A sword (With a lightning crystal) -A rather old looking flip phone Skills: -Drinks rum like a fish (something about the taste…he doesn't seem to really get drunk anymore) -Sword skills (though he can fight dirty) -Parkour -His shooting skills are okay…not the best but he can hit a target. -Smooth talker/silver tongue (He seems able to get out of many a difficult situation.) Fast facts: (Interesting facts and such about your character. Fears, hobbies, favorite foods, mannerisms, and habits all belong here) Fears: Not much. He seems to have accepted what he is and he has already lost something he loves through a brutal way so…he doesn't really care a lot and that comes through the way he acts. Hobbies: Wood carving-he finds it fun to see what a piece of wood becomes Favorite food: Rum Tidbits: Every once in awhile he goes to his secret basement and looks at a portrait of his wife. It seems he has never been able to get over it. Deep down he has a capability to be sweet and loving…just got to get past those walls of his. He does have a tendency to sleep with women. Being completely sterile has some advantages in that realm, though many a time he has had women accuse him of being the father of whatever child. Though he has money and plenty of it, he does not flaunt it. All of his homes are moderately sized (he has many under different aliases so that he can hide wherever.) and his jobs are not ones that are expected of someone who is wealthy.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex "Chae-Seon?" She grinned. A long since forgotten name. She was certainly glad he remembered her after all these years though her heart pinged at the sudden remembrance of the name. Still, as if by some force of nature her memories remained as hazy as they'd always been but now she could faintly remember a distorted voice calling her name. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." "Hmm?" Alex mumbled as Oskar offered her his help. Her heart warmed at the familiarity. Oskar had always been like a father to her for as long as she could remember, always taking care of her. As Oskar finished taking care of the brute, Alex looked over the horrified expression of the old woman as she rushed to what Alex assumed to be her son's side. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" Oskar asked her. She sat for a few seconds deliberating with herself. "You know, I've been meaning to change my name. But for some reason hearing Seon causes my heart pain so Alex will do for now. You can help me choose a better name later." She told him, chuckling. She wanted desperately to rush up to him and wrap her arms around his neck in a familiar embrace but the addition of a rather loud fellow caused her to think twice. She'd just have to tackle Oskar later. She laughed quietly to herself, remember how she first pronounced his name all those years ago. Oshka The look on his face still made her laugh even now. Alex stifled a giggle at the 'nordic man-bear' comment. However, she felt a bit defensive when he berated Oskar for defending her. "Hey. He's my nordic man-bear and he did nothing wrong." She told him, her brows furrowing at the loud newcomer. "Though you do stick out like a sore thumb, bud..." she added quietly in Oskar's direction. "And you!" She shouted, pointing at the haggard looking man who'd just arrived, "You're just as loud and oblivious as he is! If you're going to mention the Bureau, at least do so quietly." She shook her head at him and then grinned up at Oskar, as if looking for approval. Evelyn D'Amour Alex had known a lot of very attractive females in her profession, but she did have to admit that Evelyn took the cake. She pursed her lips as she looked Evelyn up and down, eyeing her while trying to not appear as if she was doing so like the many other people in the airport. She coughed as another walked up and defended Oskar, apparently having heard the haggard man's comment. "I like this one." She told the group, pointing towards Vlad. Realizing that all of them but Oskar didn't know her name, Alex grinned and held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels as she introduced herself, "Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters, at your service." And she regretted it as soon as she said it. Shit... She looked over at Oskar hoping very much so that he hadn't caught on to the meaning behind what she'd said. Since parting from him, she hadn't always been... well... good. She didn't want to disappoint Oskar and he probably knew about the old man's recent death even if he didn't know the details. Besides... Oskar probably knew her parents and she didn't know how he'd feel about her basically denying them ever having existed in the first place. All they held for her were painful memories and so she had no need of them. Maybe he won't care at all. Maybe I'm just over reacting. Despite being nearly 200 years old, Alex still felt like a teenager who hadn't quite grown out of her insecurities, something she should probably find ways to fix and soon if she wanted to be as hard and cold as the lot of them. Right? That was what she needed to do? Become hard and cold towards life. HAH. As if. Then, as if suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do previously, Alex ran around Oskar and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "I missed you Oskar! How have you been?" She asked, grinning as she squeezed his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) -Double Post of Doom- Apologies.</s> <\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" Lena By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane. What a bunch of ass holes. Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up. She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet. It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he. "Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Vladimir Vladimir chuckles at the comment of being liked. This group seemed strange that much is for certain. As the small one introduces herself an eyebrow raises. "Am i supposed to know whom this Gregory is? because I do not....so Ill stick with calling you Alex" It seems as if the group is having a casual free for all and something about that bothers him somewhat. Maybe the fact that he was blackmailed into being here...that little tidbit. His arms cross as he is just about to speak when he hears a mumble coming from another newcomer. A smile spreads across his face exposing perfect white teeth. "Well, it does fit no?" He lightly turns to study her more. "Vladimir" The one word being his way of introduce himself. His one visible grey eye sweeps over her in a quick manner as if taking her in weighing and not finding really any result. As with most here he settles for being neutral. As for Oskar the undying he turns back, his arms crossing once more. "Shall we go or are we to discuss the nature of the blackmailing here? Because I truly do not enjoy being blackmailed into anything" Straight to the point with a hint of his russian accent peeking out. By his tone it is clear that he is a tad bit irritated with being blackmailed and is perfectly fine with figuring out why he was brought here right now. His crossed arms furthering the point and tightening the sleeves on his shirt in the process.</s>
<\|description\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." Appearance: Megstamia stands as an hourglass figure at five foot five, lightly tanned skin showing that she has spent some time in the sun. Large yellow eyes with a tinge of green look either downwards nervously at the ground in submission, or straight into another's if begging. Wheat colored hair runs in waves reaching the small of her back, although she ties it up if it is practical. Ears with fur the same color of her mane stand out at a slight angle, small waves in fur mimicking those of her hair. When walking, a tail usually sporting a bow comes from behind her waving back and forth. When she runs though, it acts as a balancing mechanism to allow her to be oddly graceful with her feet. A brown leather collar makes this it obvious that she belongs to the bottom of the social ladder. A lighter stone of the same color hangs from it, indicating her owner's house is Soyala. A small pendant hanging from beneath that further specifies her specific owner. While it isn't a steel shackle, the reality is that it is impossible to remove without a key from her master. A slave really has no choices in their fashion. She tends to be better dressed than many slaves, her master putting his in white dresses or in a lightly colored shirts. Tamia has a silver anklet, a gift from her master. Despite her abuse, she never removes this. Gender: Female Age: 17 Race: Cat (Neko), Unable to transform back. Personality: Having lived a lifetime of slavery, Tamia has always been in submission. She hates making decisions, and if given the opportunity for freedom would likely choose a similar position with better working conditions. Even if she won't admit it to a stranger, it is obvious that she considers a scratch behind the ears and a little pampering to be the ultimate award. If a master decided to treat her with anything resembling kindness, they would find her to be a loyal force. Even if they are cruel to her, she generally wants for others to be happy. Megstamia however despises hard labor, and being ordered to lift heavy weights generally puts her in a sour mood. However she enjoys the intimacy of others, this characteristic in combination with the others making her ideal in some ways as a more personal attendant. Both the stereotypes of the 'scaredy cat' and 'curiosity killed the cat', she constantly finds new things and absorbs information like a sponge. If she had the choice of a holiday, it would to be having a picnic during a sunny day, and receiving the a good deal of pampering with the company of another. Bio: Megstamia's mother died in childbirth, her litter of three being spread out between several noble households. The neko inherited nothing other than her name before being sent of to Soyala. From before she can remember, the child was collared and working around the house. Although initially doing light cleaning around the manor, she eventually was put into the kitchens and shown to have a talent for it. Aside from a sadistic matriarch, the majority of slave work around the house was done in reasonable conditions. Although meat was restricted for holidays, none of the servants ever starved. Although crowded, the quarters were dry and warm in the winters, and reasonably cool in the summers. Tamia never attended school, but as her body matured she was chosen as the favorite by Eirwen's father. Constantly in the proximity of him, she eventually learned how to read and obtained a very basic education. If he needed something done, she was expected to work towards it. She was expected to stay up longer than he did and take care of him throughout the night, and wake up before him and bring breakfast. As a reward for her loyalty, she was constantly handed presents from him. At first, things continued as normal. The abuse from the matriarch increased steadily throughout the years as Eirwen's mother began to worry there was a relationship outside the purely sexual. Wanting to protect his favorite pet and placate his wife (and not to have her die and pay for a new one) Eirwen's father assigned Megstamia to be Eirwen's personal attendant. She is reluctant and scared about the journey ahead, although curious. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Balance It's been tested. Megstamia literally lands on her feet constantly, and it seems that no drop can injure her. Animal Instincts The neko's ears hear sharply even for her own kind, and her smell is uncanny to a normal man. Irregular Alchemy Cooking abilities eventually developed further, until Tamia could mix herbs in such a way as to produce strange effects. Her food tasted VERY good, and could literally make the entire family laugh in cheer. After being beaten once the owners figured out what she was doing, she was later allowed to continue down that path once they discovered her innocence. Mostly left to party tricks, her ability comes in handy more times than one would expect.</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall Katherine could only laugh. . . Aloud. Hell, this woman's pet was even laughing at her and now this girl was going to attempt to ridicule her? Hah! She was ten years too early if she thought she could infuriate Katherine that way! The puppeteer had spent years under the tutelage of a sly woman that said many things to various people. If she hadn't picked up much, then her years of study under said woman would have been worthless. Unless you were clearly in the wrong, there was always a comeback. "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl." This exhausted one was obviously younger, so Katherine found no fault calling her a girl. Especially with how naive she seemed. "I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself." This girl wasn't going to phase her verbally. Not at the rate she was going. Oddly vicious as nobles get, they tended to be innocent in their upbringing as well. This one specifically. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall." Katherine was practically thinking, Etch into your mind, the woman that made a fool of you. Now she wanted to add a last blow. "If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." This girl would likely not agree to it, fine by Katherine and if she did, fine by Katherine as well. In the background, by Tamia and inside the cart two cute little dolls worked together to reach the top of a barrel to reach for two apples. Katherine had only given them the order for one, but the dolls felt like their master would enjoy them giving one to the cat she seemed to adore at the moment. After they finished their challenge, one dropped off the cart and made its way over to Katherine with an apple in hand and the other placed an apple in the cats hand. There were many dolls scattered throughout the caravan with the temporary orders to help others out if they needed it and they were more than happy to help.</s> <\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala ~Eirwen Soyala~ Laughter. There was laughter...from both this woman and her pet. How utterly humiliating. How utterly infuriating. She could handle this unknown woman laughing at her. After all, she was beneath her. But her pet? Tamia? One who should be loyal to her? Toys that were broken...were thrown out. Toys that didn't please their owner? Trashed. Toys that hurt or injured their owner? disciplined. Even if the cat hadn't done anything too wrong at the moment, since she had yet to lay down any ground rules, this woman.... "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl. I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself. Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall. If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." Embarrassment only stalled the Soyala girl for so long. Now, there was nothing but a smoldering anger. She barely heard that last little quip, as her face distorted into a scowl, eyes glaring at this Katherine Lindall as her teeth ground together. Her hand gripped the edge of the wagon hard enough for her fingernails to scratch it. A cold wind blew past the group, and judging from the way Eirwen looked, she was visibly restraining herself from doing something. A low growl echoed from her throat. Her blood boiled. Anger, hate, and hunger filled her thoughts. She wanted to teach this whelp a lesson that she wasn't to be disobeyed, but from the looks of things that would be a bad idea. "No...no...this isn't good...calm down...need a distraction." Tamia should provide an ample distraction. She still needed to go over the rules, here, after all. Some nice, calm, quiet talking would do her some good. Maybe munch on another...apple... ...did that woman just give Tamia and apple when she wasn't looking? Or rather...those things did? ... Eirwen turned her back to Katherine. "Leave." she commanded. Any further attempts by the woman to speak would be met with nothing bu cold silence. Instead, Eirwen turned and swiped the apple from the cats hand before the cat could even do anything. She retook her seat next to her slave, still trying to banish those less than morally correct thoughts from her head. There was a time and place for everything, and losing her cool here wasn't going to be a good idea. So, instead, she took out her frustrations on the apple and hungrily devoured it. The poor apple never stood a chance, and within a minute Eirwen had already tossed the core of it out of the wagon and onto the ground. After she was done, she turned to Tamia. Eirwen appeared much calmer, her scowl replaced with a look of obvious disapproval. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" Her voice was surprisingly calm and even now, though her anger was obvious. Perhaps she was simply taking out what frustrations were left on the cat. Without warning, she reached for the Cat's collar, and pulled the kitten close, her face mere inches from hers. "Laughing at ME? Perhaps you'd like it better if I sent you back home?" She released the collar from her grasp, and gave the cat a few moments to catch her breath and process her words. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" At the end of that sentence, Eirwen did what she did to show displeasure to all of her slaves. She delivered a hard smack to the back of the cats head. It wasn't enough to actually harm the cat, but it was definitely enough to get her attention and possibly listen better. After that, Eirwen fell silent, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her chest. Anger was so tiring... After a few more seconds of silence passed, Eirwen sighed before speaking again, her voice losing much of the anger it had, instead, replaced by a tired sounding voice. It seemed that little outburst had tired her out more than she intended. "...Sit." She said, pointing to the spot next to her. "We should discuss some ground rules, Tamia. It is my fault for not doing so before we left, but I was too tired, and retraining slaves is tiring. Rule number one. You. are. mine. You are not to attend anyone else, or let anyone else touch you in any fashion, but me. And if they do, you are free to break their hands or tell me so I can deal with them. Understand?" As she spoke, she took an apple from the cart...and offered it to Tamia. A bit of an apology, maybe, or maybe just something to placate her slave and make her feel better. Either way, Eirwen didn't show much emotion behind it. At this rate, the apples might just not make it through the night.</s>	<\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." Katherine continued her clever remarks, but Tamia didn't pay them any attention. An apple was placed into her hands by a strange doll, and for a moment the slave stared at it in place of the floorboards but didn't take a bite. A cool wind blew past the group, the thinly clothed cat shivering slightly in response. The slave had messed up. Mistress was angry. There were stories about what occurred when anger filled the heart of a member of her master's household. Those rumors were terrifying. A disobedient slave would be where that anger was going to be directed. As if to confirm her fears, the red fruit was soon stolen straight from her hands by her owner, and the sound of ravenous biting tearing through the fruit with astonishing speed as if a starving lion had come across it's prey went through her ears. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" A calm voice spoke, issuing a surprisingly soft lecture given the infraction. The slave's green eyes looked up for a second at the face of her mistress. A look of disapproval was coming from her eyebrows, and it took a second for Tamia to realize that those words weren't calm and without anger. Rather, they were lifeless words like the hail of a blizzard. Suddenly the slave's collar was grabbed and the air left her lungs, breathing difficult as the mark of her servitude choked her fragile neck, only allowing the shallowest of breaths to pass through. Only a few inches away from the visage of her infuriated visage, the kitten's terror spread from her eyes to the rest of her face. The cat's arms remained limp. A lifetime of servitude had taught her not to resist, and the horror that was the anger of her mistress would have made even the most free spirit freeze in fright. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" The collar was released, Tamia naturally taking a few desperate breaths in response to refill her emptied lungs. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" Tamia felt pain flood her skull as it was sent forward with a punishing slap to the back of her head, and that in combination with the harsh realization that her mistress was more than willing to dispose of her for a convenience sent a few drops of water falling from her eyes. The slave waited obediently for the next hit, but a lecture followed instead. The slave known as Tamia was Eirwen Soyala's property. The slave known as Tamia was only to attend her owner. The slave known as Tamia was not to allow the touch of another, and inform her mistress if they did. A few more tears fell from her eyes as she noticed Eirwen offering her property an apple, to which Tamia grabbed cautiously with both hands.. One did not reject the gifts of their owners ... ... but her mistress' emotionless gaze gave no indication of her feelings. Tamia took a nervous bite from the fruit, pulling her exposed legs to her chest and wrapping her tail around them as if to lock them in place. The cat was curled into a small ball, nibbling away at a fruit she was too scared to reject but had no appetite to eat. "Yes Mistress. This slave is grateful for owner's discipline, and only wishes to become properly obedient. Miss Eirwen's property apologizes for ignorance and seeks to know if owner has any other rules or if there is a way for to make up that failure to mistress." From another, these words could sound sarcastic or not genuine. From the lips of Tamia though, they sounded utterly genuine even though they were inspired by fear. Beatings were bad, and death was worse. Although the kitten tried to hold them back, tears continued to fall from the cat's two green orbs as Tamia's face fell against her upright legs, the half eaten apple held by two hands in her lap. The kitten was shivering slightly although it was not cold outside.</s>
<\|description\|>Eirwen Soyala Yawn~ "I don't know you. Go away." "...unless you're blind, use your goddamn eyes." Gender: Female "Nineteen. Didn't I just say go away?" Age: 19 Yawn~ Species: Mostly Human. "...if you're eyeing me because you want a date...the sun has a better chance of blowing up." Appearance: Standing at a fairly average five foot six, Eirwen isn't all that physically impressive. Though, that's not peoples first impression when they see her. If anything, it'd be her rather long hair, and its unnatural coloring. White on one side, and black on the other, unevenly split down the middle which would probably annoy the hell out of an OCD person. The next, would be her ice blue eyes and her almost ghostly pale complexion. After that, they would probably notice the perpetual scowl and dark bags under her eyes, suggesting the girl gets little sleep for whatever reason. She does, in fact, suffer from chronic insomnia, which may play a part in her perpetual bad mood. There have been attempts to try and fix this, but it seems magic and even drugs aren't much of a cure for it. Additionally, if one were to touch her hair, they'd find it'd feel oddly...soft. Almost fur-like in quality. "Let me make myself clearer: I hate people like you, so take a hint, Yawn~ and get lost" Personality: In a few short words? Grumpy, easily annoyed, and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. Greedy, and a glutton as well, and as cold as the ice she wields, some might say, as stereotypical that might be. Not her fault, really. On average she only gets about two hours of sleep every twenty four hours, at least that's her excuse. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people, and any time someone does she will simply stare at them blankly before promptly telling them to get lost in the rudest manner she can possibly muster. One thing to note, is that Eirwen likes money, and definitely loves making a quick buck and using whatever means she possibly can to get the most money she can out of a deal. This isn't so obvious when she's tired, since she won't go out of her way to do such things...but well, on the off chance you can find her when she's not suffering from two hours of sleep... Eirwen, when she has enough rest is usually much more active and less apathetic towards events. In fact, she's somewhat loud and rather...overbearing. Often times a confident, somewhat arrogant smirk is displayed on her features. She's still a bit of a sarcastic grump, but she's much less...dark about it. She can't stand warm weather, loves the quiet and doesn't like loud noises. Bio: Eirwen's story would begin with her family. The legend in her household states that at sometime in the past, they traveled from a land far to the north that was overcome with an endless winter and were fleeing from some terrible beast. The legends states one of her ancestors didn't make it, and the other was forced to bear the children of the beast, and sometime later gave birth to twins - the first of the Soyala's. Of course, that's all ancient history and whether it's true or not is lost to the annals of history. Today, the Soyala's are respected nobles and well known mages. Quite a few in history have held positions on the council, though this generation of them do not seem to keen on helping with Politics. She's had a rather spoiled and pampered life. The Soyala's are a rather...extravagant Noble house, after all. Most of them have a propensity for the finer things in life, and will do quite a lot to get it. That said, they are also quite hard works and go after what they want with an almost unstoppable force. Eirwen is no different, if she finds something she does in fact, want. Eirwen had an easy life of pampering growing up. She had it easy. Money from her fathers business, reasonably intelligent and fairly skilled at magic. She was given most things she wanted, though one thing constantly haunted the girl - her almost incurable seeming insomnia. Neither magic nor alchemy seemed to be able to cure it, and though it didn't seem to be fatal or hazardous as long as the girl didn't overexert herself often, it was still more than a little annoyance, but she dealt with it and attended classes at the academy regardless, secretly hoping for a way to cure it somewhere, though her efforts proved more or less in vain. Then, she heard about this expedition from her parents and the promised rewards of fame, fortune, and power. Perhaps even power to make her and her family the ruling people of Themis. The whole family - her father, mother, older brother and sister, and her were all in agreement. She'd go and retrieve this artifact, and help bring it back. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Air Manipulation - Eirwen is versed in two different forms of magic. First, is the ability to manipulate the winds and air currents. She is fairly skilled at using this ability of hers, though it's not her main method of fighting. More or less, you'll get blasted with a strong gust of wind. Cryomancy - This, this is her most skilled art in regards to magic. She is able to form ice almost out of nothing, and effectively use it as a weapon. While she's not skilled at using it at close range, she is definitely adept at using it to freeze the very soul out of her enemies and opponents. Inhuman Ancestry: Eirwen's family is descended from beasts that live far to the wilderness in the north. At least, her families legends state as such. Most of the time, this isn't really that evident in their every day lives. However...on rare occasions, a child is born with...something else. Eirwen is one of those unlucky few to be blessed with that something. You've heard legends of werewolves, right? Well...this is much, much, worse.</s> <\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." The beast girl heard a small series of footsteps moving nearby, but the slave continued her gaze towards the ground. A hand in her hair made her 'jump' slightly for a moment in surprise, but a satisfied purr left the girls lips soon afterwards. For the short time the hand remained on her head, Megstamia's concern, confusion, and pain disappeared into nothing as a sudden warmth filled her body. The wheat colored ears twitched happily as the kitten pressed her head back into the woman's hand, tail instinctively going behind the stranger and pulling them closer. It wasn't that she forgot what had occurred, but that it didn't matter now. She felt herself suddenly trusting the stranger. "Who's a good kitty?" The kitten wasn't sure why, but she felt like the best kitty. Had she pleased someone? An extended word quietly left her lips as she tried to speak coherently but ... "Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeewwww" ... but failed. Another voice interrupted, the cold tone indicating that her mistress was not pleased with what was occurring. Hearing her new mistress speak like that made the cat girl jump slightly as she pulled away from the new woman, yellow eyes viewing her curiously. A slender robed woman, with strangely colored hair. A ring dotted each finger, the cat finding herself questioning the occupation of this woman. A mage perhaps? But the kitten realized that there were more important matters to attend to than the curiosity of a stranger. The kitten obediently walked towards the wagon to within arm's reach of her mistress, ears and tail returning to their previous position as she waited to be punished. The beatings tended to be more lenient if one approached before being asked to. An apology left her lips nervously. "Mistress ... your property apologizes for allowing this ... Please be merciful in your ... just punishments to this creature." The beast's eyes watered as she prepared to be hit, looking towards the floor of the wagon, downwards but not away from her mistress.. Having nearly no experience with this woman, she didn't know if a plea for mercy made her more kind or cruel ... ... after the previous day the kitten wasn't sure if she was becoming more tolerant of punishment or approaching the breaking point. Some of the other slaves had simply snapped after a certain point, eyes emptily wondering the house as they obeyed orders seemingly without thought.</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall This girl was likely royalty or something of the like, slave this, slave that. These people were always bores when they spouted off that nonsense. If a cat, or person with the qualities of a cat are so obviously enjoying the attention given to them. . . Wouldn't the owner typically be there with a face of content watching as the cute thing looks happy? Obviously, this girl needed to know her place. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might recieve later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." She couldn't help but scoff in the girl's direction. She was going to end it there, but she could think of one more thing. "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." A slight smirk crossed the woman's face. Admittedly the girl wasn't horrible looking, but her sleepy look was not the most enthralling aspect she could have. If she could at least chip this girl's emotional armor that would be enough for Katherine.</s>	<\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala Eirwen seemed entirely unfazed by what most would probably consider cute. The girl simply gave a silent yawn as the kitten mewed and walked over. It was probably difficult to tell what she was thinking, aside from being obviously tired. "Mistress ... your property apologizes for allowing this ... Please be merciful in your ... just punishments to this creature." She had no intentions of 'punishing' Tamia. That would require energy she didn't have at the moment, not to mention she hadn't done anything much that wrong. If anything, she was going to tell this woman that she shouldn't touch others property so carelessly. Not everyone would be as merciful as she would be. Her mom, for example, would have already given this woman an up close and personal lesson of what 'hypothermia' was. She would have to talk with Tamia about what she could and couldn't do though. The only one that would be allowed to tell her to do anything, or do anything to the cat, was her. "Sit." Eirwen said, pointing to a spot next to her on the wagon as the woman began speaking. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might receive later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." Hmph. Like this woman had a right to tell her what to do. If she wanted to freeze the woman into a chunk of ice, she'd do it. Still, she didn't feel much anything other than a small bubble of annoyance. This woman was beneath her, after all, and she had no reason to get worked up. Too much energy she didn't have didn't need to be wasted on her. "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." ....what? Strip? in front of...out here? In the middle of...why would...she... The mostly apathetic girls face turned a shade of bright red, easily visible on her pale skin as her imagination went places that it probably shouldn't. That small bubble of annoyance soon turned to a cold anger and no small amount of embarrassment. "I-i would never do something so i-indecent!" She shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. "I-if anything you s-stripping would blind everyone from how hideous you are!" Eirwen stuttered out. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Arguing that she wouldn't be stripping in front of people. What sort of sane person even suggested something like that to begin with? No one, that's who.</s>
<\|description\|>Eirwen Soyala Yawn~ "I don't know you. Go away." "...unless you're blind, use your goddamn eyes." Gender: Female "Nineteen. Didn't I just say go away?" Age: 19 Yawn~ Species: Mostly Human. "...if you're eyeing me because you want a date...the sun has a better chance of blowing up." Appearance: Standing at a fairly average five foot six, Eirwen isn't all that physically impressive. Though, that's not peoples first impression when they see her. If anything, it'd be her rather long hair, and its unnatural coloring. White on one side, and black on the other, unevenly split down the middle which would probably annoy the hell out of an OCD person. The next, would be her ice blue eyes and her almost ghostly pale complexion. After that, they would probably notice the perpetual scowl and dark bags under her eyes, suggesting the girl gets little sleep for whatever reason. She does, in fact, suffer from chronic insomnia, which may play a part in her perpetual bad mood. There have been attempts to try and fix this, but it seems magic and even drugs aren't much of a cure for it. Additionally, if one were to touch her hair, they'd find it'd feel oddly...soft. Almost fur-like in quality. "Let me make myself clearer: I hate people like you, so take a hint, Yawn~ and get lost" Personality: In a few short words? Grumpy, easily annoyed, and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. Greedy, and a glutton as well, and as cold as the ice she wields, some might say, as stereotypical that might be. Not her fault, really. On average she only gets about two hours of sleep every twenty four hours, at least that's her excuse. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people, and any time someone does she will simply stare at them blankly before promptly telling them to get lost in the rudest manner she can possibly muster. One thing to note, is that Eirwen likes money, and definitely loves making a quick buck and using whatever means she possibly can to get the most money she can out of a deal. This isn't so obvious when she's tired, since she won't go out of her way to do such things...but well, on the off chance you can find her when she's not suffering from two hours of sleep... Eirwen, when she has enough rest is usually much more active and less apathetic towards events. In fact, she's somewhat loud and rather...overbearing. Often times a confident, somewhat arrogant smirk is displayed on her features. She's still a bit of a sarcastic grump, but she's much less...dark about it. She can't stand warm weather, loves the quiet and doesn't like loud noises. Bio: Eirwen's story would begin with her family. The legend in her household states that at sometime in the past, they traveled from a land far to the north that was overcome with an endless winter and were fleeing from some terrible beast. The legends states one of her ancestors didn't make it, and the other was forced to bear the children of the beast, and sometime later gave birth to twins - the first of the Soyala's. Of course, that's all ancient history and whether it's true or not is lost to the annals of history. Today, the Soyala's are respected nobles and well known mages. Quite a few in history have held positions on the council, though this generation of them do not seem to keen on helping with Politics. She's had a rather spoiled and pampered life. The Soyala's are a rather...extravagant Noble house, after all. Most of them have a propensity for the finer things in life, and will do quite a lot to get it. That said, they are also quite hard works and go after what they want with an almost unstoppable force. Eirwen is no different, if she finds something she does in fact, want. Eirwen had an easy life of pampering growing up. She had it easy. Money from her fathers business, reasonably intelligent and fairly skilled at magic. She was given most things she wanted, though one thing constantly haunted the girl - her almost incurable seeming insomnia. Neither magic nor alchemy seemed to be able to cure it, and though it didn't seem to be fatal or hazardous as long as the girl didn't overexert herself often, it was still more than a little annoyance, but she dealt with it and attended classes at the academy regardless, secretly hoping for a way to cure it somewhere, though her efforts proved more or less in vain. Then, she heard about this expedition from her parents and the promised rewards of fame, fortune, and power. Perhaps even power to make her and her family the ruling people of Themis. The whole family - her father, mother, older brother and sister, and her were all in agreement. She'd go and retrieve this artifact, and help bring it back. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Air Manipulation - Eirwen is versed in two different forms of magic. First, is the ability to manipulate the winds and air currents. She is fairly skilled at using this ability of hers, though it's not her main method of fighting. More or less, you'll get blasted with a strong gust of wind. Cryomancy - This, this is her most skilled art in regards to magic. She is able to form ice almost out of nothing, and effectively use it as a weapon. While she's not skilled at using it at close range, she is definitely adept at using it to freeze the very soul out of her enemies and opponents. Inhuman Ancestry: Eirwen's family is descended from beasts that live far to the wilderness in the north. At least, her families legends state as such. Most of the time, this isn't really that evident in their every day lives. However...on rare occasions, a child is born with...something else. Eirwen is one of those unlucky few to be blessed with that something. You've heard legends of werewolves, right? Well...this is much, much, worse.</s> <\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." "Sit." Tamia looked up from the wagon's floor, seeing that mistress was pointing to an empty spot to her right. After blinking a few times in surprise at the generous offer, the servant obediently hopped into it, lowering herself into a comfortable position with her tail lazily hanging off the side of her cart, her legs relieving themselves of the constant pressure of the march. She heard a few hooves speed up to their cart, something about the anger of beasts, but something FAR more interesting occurred. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might receive later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." Tamia's ears perked up slightly at the compliment, but otherwise the cat didn't think anything about it. The cat was the property of Eirwen, but it wasn't her place to comment. The Knights in the back had arrived to the left of the cart, the senior one and the blacksmith enjoying a pleasant conversation ... "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." Megstamia smiled at the ridiculous comment and looked to her left to see how her mistress would respond, holding anything in resembling laughter by pressing both hands against her mouth. Her owner had started to turn the color of an apple, which forced Tamia to hold back her laughter more fiercely. "I-i would never do something so i-indecent! I-if anything you s-stripping would blind everyone from how hideous you are!" The noblewoman shouted out two awkward sentences, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. It was the sort of immature reply that only a self-confident young noble girl could manage, and it was quite the sight to see the icy cold woman suddenly turn the color of fire. The kitten couldn't resist it any longer. The seventeen year old's lips forced a second of laughter out before she panicked enough for it to stop. Feline green eyes going wide with terror as she looked upwards at her mistress and then down towards the floorboards of the cart, ears instantly flattening on her head as she waited for her owner to respond ...</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall Katherine could only laugh. . . Aloud. Hell, this woman's pet was even laughing at her and now this girl was going to attempt to ridicule her? Hah! She was ten years too early if she thought she could infuriate Katherine that way! The puppeteer had spent years under the tutelage of a sly woman that said many things to various people. If she hadn't picked up much, then her years of study under said woman would have been worthless. Unless you were clearly in the wrong, there was always a comeback. "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl." This exhausted one was obviously younger, so Katherine found no fault calling her a girl. Especially with how naive she seemed. "I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself." This girl wasn't going to phase her verbally. Not at the rate she was going. Oddly vicious as nobles get, they tended to be innocent in their upbringing as well. This one specifically. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall." Katherine was practically thinking, Etch into your mind, the woman that made a fool of you. Now she wanted to add a last blow. "If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." This girl would likely not agree to it, fine by Katherine and if she did, fine by Katherine as well. In the background, by Tamia and inside the cart two cute little dolls worked together to reach the top of a barrel to reach for two apples. Katherine had only given them the order for one, but the dolls felt like their master would enjoy them giving one to the cat she seemed to adore at the moment. After they finished their challenge, one dropped off the cart and made its way over to Katherine with an apple in hand and the other placed an apple in the cats hand. There were many dolls scattered throughout the caravan with the temporary orders to help others out if they needed it and they were more than happy to help.</s>	<\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala Laughter. There was laughter...from both this woman and her pet. How utterly humiliating. How utterly infuriating. She could handle this unknown woman laughing at her. After all, she was beneath her. But her pet? Tamia? One who should be loyal to her? Toys that were broken...were thrown out. Toys that didn't please their owner? Trashed. Toys that hurt or injured their owner? disciplined. Even if the cat hadn't done anything too wrong at the moment, since she had yet to lay down any ground rules, this woman.... "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl. I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself. Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall. If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." Embarrassment only stalled the Soyala girl for so long. Now, there was nothing but a smoldering anger. She barely heard that last little quip, as her face distorted into a scowl, eyes glaring at this Katherine Lindall as her teeth ground together. Her hand gripped the edge of the wagon hard enough for her fingernails to scratch it. A cold wind blew past the group, and judging from the way Eirwen looked, she was visibly restraining herself from doing something. A low growl echoed from her throat. Her blood boiled. Anger, hate, and hunger filled her thoughts. She wanted to teach this whelp a lesson that she wasn't to be disobeyed, but from the looks of things that would be a bad idea. "No...no...this isn't good...calm down...need a distraction." Tamia should provide an ample distraction. She still needed to go over the rules, here, after all. Some nice, calm, quiet talking would do her some good. Maybe munch on another...apple... ...did that woman just give Tamia and apple when she wasn't looking? Or rather...those things did? ... Eirwen turned her back to Katherine. "Leave." she commanded. Any further attempts by the woman to speak would be met with nothing bu cold silence. Instead, Eirwen turned and swiped the apple from the cats hand before the cat could even do anything. She retook her seat next to her slave, still trying to banish those less than morally correct thoughts from her head. There was a time and place for everything, and losing her cool here wasn't going to be a good idea. So, instead, she took out her frustrations on the apple and hungrily devoured it. The poor apple never stood a chance, and within a minute Eirwen had already tossed the core of it out of the wagon and onto the ground. After she was done, she turned to Tamia. Eirwen appeared much calmer, her scowl replaced with a look of obvious disapproval. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" Her voice was surprisingly calm and even now, though her anger was obvious. Perhaps she was simply taking out what frustrations were left on the cat. Without warning, she reached for the Cat's collar, and pulled the kitten close, her face mere inches from hers. "Laughing at ME? Perhaps you'd like it better if I sent you back home?" She released the collar from her grasp, and gave the cat a few moments to catch her breath and process her words. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" At the end of that sentence, Eirwen did what she did to show displeasure to all of her slaves. She delivered a hard smack to the back of the cats head. It wasn't enough to actually harm the cat, but it was definitely enough to get her attention and possibly listen better. After that, Eirwen fell silent, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her chest. Anger was so tiring... After a few more seconds of silence passed, Eirwen sighed before speaking again, her voice losing much of the anger it had, instead, replaced by a tired sounding voice. It seemed that little outburst had tired her out more than she intended. "...Sit." She said, pointing to the spot next to her. "We should discuss some ground rules, Tamia. It is my fault for not doing so before we left, but I was too tired, and retraining slaves is tiring. Rule number one. You. are. mine. You are not to attend anyone else, or let anyone else touch you in any fashion, but me. And if they do, you are free to break their hands or tell me so I can deal with them. Understand?" As she spoke, she took an apple from the cart...and offered it to Tamia. A bit of an apology, maybe, or maybe just something to placate her slave and make her feel better. Either way, Eirwen didn't show much emotion behind it. At this rate, the apples might just not make it through the night.</s>
<\|description\|>Redre Falaryon Race: Dunmer (+10 Speed, -10 Personality(they're a bunch of loners), and -10 Willpower. Athletics +5, Blade +10, Blunt +5, Destruction +10, Light Armor +5, Marksman +5, and Mysticism +5. Ancestor's Wrath which summons an ancestral wraith to fight alongside the summoner, and 50% fire resistance(it cancels out all fire weaknesses, including the one from The Lord birthsign, and the one from becoming a Vampire)) Birthsign: The Lord (Since my character is from Oblivion, that means he has minor regeneration but his resistance to fire is dropped by 25%) Class: Spellsword Specialties: One handed weapons, Destruction Magic, Conjuration Magic(Specifically bound weapons) Equipment: Umbra, Mace of Doom, Imperial Dragon Armor, a bunch of other stuff he keeps in a bag that has a Bottomless enchantment on it. Appearance: Like all dark elves he has grey skin, dark eyes and dark hair. His face is cleanly shaven, and his hair is tied back, though it goes down to his mid-back. He is wearing the Imperial Dragon Armor, has the sword known as Umbra sheathed at his hip, and, despite the armor making him appear muscular and kind of bulky, he's actually quite thin, though his body is very toned, and he stands at an even 6 feet tall.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Her ears twitched gently as the breeze caught the hairs. Her tail swishing from side to side as she walked down a dirt path, keeping her eyes peeled for anything unusual. Farengar says there are Necromancers in the area. So anything could be walking around. She was given the wonderful task of having to dive into an unknown cave and slay some naughty mages who were trying to bring dead people back. 'Why can't they just get a new hobby? Like knitting or something?' She thought as she looked up at the birds in the sky. It had been a hectic few days for Inerri recently. She almost got beheaded, saved kinda by a dragon attack, having to do errands for every Tom. Dick and harry... She just wanted to chill out and maybe go see some Thieves about a guild. But noooo... Least it was a nice sunny day, right? She stopped dead in her tracks, as she caught a scent. It smelled like a group of people. Then she saw it hiding behind some trees. The cave. She crouched and approached slowly to the entrance before checking her surroundings and heading inside. It was fairly deep. She continued to sneak her way through the entrance into what appeared to be a large opening. She heard voices chanting. She was too late, whatever they had summoned was already here! She continued to watch on, quietly getting out her bow and cocking an arrow. Maybe if she killed them it would send it back. She pulled her bow back. Hold. Aim. Fire! She caught the first one right in the back of the head. Needless to say they collapsed, which immediately drew all attention to her. She was already about to take her second shot when a blast of fire came her way, she leaped to the side and let another arrow fly. Hit one in the arm, there were four of them all together. How she was going to get out of this alive she had no idea.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon The one she'd shot in the arm, probably the master of the group considering he was taking charge, ordered the others to go deal with her, before turning back and continuing the ritual on their own. Of course, due to the fact that they were using a lot more power than normal, they were likely trying to bring something fully back to life and control it, which was even more forbidden than normal necromancy. One of the others kept firing spells at her, while the other two made their way up to where she was. Of course, they stopped when there was a scream of pain from the one continuing the ritual, and they looked to see that his hood fell down, showing the face of a High Elf, though there was a bound dagger sunk up to the hilt in his forehead, and the one they summoned was standing there, arm extended after throwing it, before it faded, and the figure turned to look at the others. The one they summoned was wearing Imperial Dragon Armor, meaning they could only be an Emperor or a Champion of Cyrodiil(there's been a few of them. XD). Due to the figure it was obviously male, though in the dim light it was hard to see his face past the little bit of opening in the helmet. A quick telekinesis spell pulled the staff that the master necromancer had been holding to his hands before he broke it, releasing the last of its magic in a quick flare of mana.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerris eyes widened as she saw a humanoid figure in the Dragon Armour. 'Shit.' Was her only thought process as she watched him kill the High Elf. Well maybe... He will help me kill these guys then I'll try and not get killed by him? Sounds like a good plan Inerri, lets not die!' She quickly pulled her bow back once more and took advantage of the distraction and got another right in the eye 'Okay, ew. No more eyes, that's gross' She quickly drew her daggers out as another advanced on her. Ducking and dodging the best she could, her fur still getting singed by the fire, she rushed at the mage and stuck one of her Steel Daggers into his neck. Her hands getting coated in the enemies blood. She pulled her dagger out of his neck and faced the last mage but he was already contending with what they had brought back from the dead. Inerri just stood and watched to see how this undead person would deal with the mage. He seemed pretty skilled, she sheathed her daggers and watched curiously, her tail swishing from curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon The mage, in a fit of panic, rushed him with a stream of lightning shooting from his hands, which was calmly brushed off as the spell was only Sparks. As soon as the mage was close enough a sword was buried up to the hilt in his throat, before it was pulled out and he fell to the ground, dead. The figure took off his helmet to reveal he was a dark elf. He merely glanced over at the Khajiit woman, before walking past her. Since all of the mages were dead and he was still here, that meant he'd been brought fully back to life.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri watched as the fancily clad man walked passed her... What the hell was she supposed to do now?! He hadn't gone after killing the mages meaning he must actually be here... Like really, actually here in this world, he had been fully brought back. This was bad. He didn't attack her though...Why? She watched as he walked away but before she could think her mouth opened and yelled at him. "Hey!" He slowly turned around and looked at her '...Crap. Inerri you are going to get yourself killed one day... Try thinking before opening your mouth.' "Who are you? Why are you still here? Why didn't you try to kill me? Do I have to kill you or something..?" She asked so many questions and the last one was meant really to be a thought not out spoken, it slipped out anyway. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, not that she could see it behind his helmet. "There's no point in trying to attack me. They were able to fully bring me back to life, but not nearly powerful enough to control me." He took off his helmet. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Redre Falaryon, Hero of Kvatch, or I guess I'm more commonly known as the Hero of the Oblivion Crisis. How long as it been since I was alive?"</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerris jaw dropped as the Dark Elf spoke of whom he was. "..." She was stuck for words. THE hero of Kvatch?! The one in all the stories and legends?! This was huge. This was...so so bad. Then she realised he was looking at her awaiting a response. "O-ooh.. Err... I'd say only 200 years or so, give or take a few years" She said stuttering a little as she was still lost for words. The Hero who is in books that was dead is now alive and kicking and talking to her! 'How does this even happen to me?!' Was her only thought process. "I-I'm Inerri gra'Baal... If you even care to know that is..." She said softly once she managed to make words with her talking tools.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre snorted. "No need to talk to me like I'm some condescending High Elf. I doubt I even have any authority anymore." He closed his eyes for a moment in thought. "Judging from the particularly cold draft coming through here I have to guess that I am either in the far northern reaches of Cyrodiil, or I am in Skyrim." He opened his eyes and looked at her, frowning slightly. "And why does the blessing granted by Talos seem weaker here?" He was curious of this. As a Divine Crusader of the Knights of the Nine, and a Primate of the Nine Divines, he could feel the blessings that all of the Divines granted him. There were actually many ranks he held. He was not only the Gray Fox, and the Listener of Cyrodiil's Dark Brotherhood, but also a Duke of Cyrodiil. Not many knew of those ranks though.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri gave him an apologetic look. "Didn't mean to offend or anything its just... You're... You an all..." She straightened herself out. 'C'mon Inerri, you were brought up with Orcs, you can do this.' Her ears twitched softly as she listened to him speak. 'Ahh. Good ol' Talos.' She pulled a face as she thought for a moment. "Well... Basically... it's illegal to worship him because of butt hurt High Elves." She said in a matter of factly tone. "People still do worship him in secret. That's about it thought." She added, her soft voice echoing in the cave they were in.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What exactly happened that High Elves were allowed to decide what we can and can't worship? Has the Empire grown so weak that they allowed a single race to decide one of the Divines isn't real?" He frowned. "What exactly happened to make worship of Talos illegal? As a Knight of the Nine I should know anything that goes on when it comes to worship of the Divines."</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri looked at the seemingly annoyed Dark Elf and sighed. She was gonna have to bring him up to speed about everything. "Well... Talos went to war against the elves at Summerset Isle and won, in a nut-shell, they were bitter over the loss and their term's in the peace treaty were basically salt in the wound of the damage they had already done. It was them basically being butt-hurt over the past." She explained as eloquently as possible. She ended her explanation with an awkward smile.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon He facepalmed hard enough you could hear the thud of his metal gauntlet hitting his face. "Great...so they basically went to war against the Empire, and when the Empire lost, part of the treaty was the banning of worship of Talos." He sighed. "Wonderful..." he said sarcastically. "So, what major events are happening at the moment in the world?" he asked, looking at her.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri stifled a snort as she watched the Dark elf smack his face. "Yeah...that and they want to undo creation to become Anuic Spirits again as they believe their being oppressed by being mortal...or something along those lines anyway." She shook her head at her own words. Thalmor were so stupid. "As for what's happening now... Dragons are back and on a killing spree once again and I'm the new Dragonborn." She ended with a small smile.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre rolled his eyes. "They've always been arrogant idiots that believe the world belongs to them..." He then sighed. "Dragons? Really? It seems like it was fated that I was brought back. And since you're the Dragonborn that can't be a coincidence. You're probably the last Dragonborn to ever be needed. If we can actually defeat Alduin rather than what I read in the Elder Scrolls where they banished him to forever wander in the rift outside of time, then there won't be a need for dragon slayers."</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri just rocked casually back and forth on her feet as she listened to the dark elf speak, her ears and tail twitching and swishing from side to side. She didn't take her role particularly too seriously as ... well she didn't want to be Dragonborn. She was quite happy being a member of the thieves guild. She didn't want this 'fame' and attention being brought to her. She much preferred to blend in with the shadows. "Mhm..." she said as she nodded once he finished his sentence. She really did not want to kill Alduin. She'd be quite happy to never have to kill or see or smell another dragon ever again. She just let out an elongated sigh.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre sighed. "Let's just get out of here-" He stopped and shot a long spike of ice into a shadowed corner off to the side, before there was a dull thud as a body wearing necromancer robes hit the floor. "Seems that we missed one earlier." He shook his head. "Let's go, before the smell of death attracts beasts to the cave," he said.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal The Khajiit nodded before her ear and tail twitched as she heard a noise from behind her then all of a sudden an ice spike shooting past her made her jump a little as she wasn't expecting him to have heard them. "Agreed." she just said softly before swiftly making her way out of the cave. They were going to have to head back to Whiterun. They had a lot of explaining to do. Thankfully this Redre guy seemed capable of talking. Inerri wasn't much of a talker. Being brought up with Orcs did that.</s>	<\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre nodded before following her out of the cave, though he stopped right at the entrance. "Wait. I need to switch armors. Seeing someone wearing Imperial Dragon armor will cause an uproar." One spell later and he was suddenly wearing his Crusader armor, with the sword sheathed at his hip and the shield on his arm. "Okay, now we can go," he said, before stepping out of the cave.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathanaël "Nat" LeBlanc Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Nathanaël is a little on the short side for his age, only 5'5". Originally having light brown hair and green eyes, his appearance experienced various physical changes after being subjected to the experiments. His hair became a stark white, his eyes ice blue. Small fangs appeared where once were canines, and his ears were replaced by tall, fox-like ears atop his head. In addition, he has a bushy white tail where there once was none. He grew long claws on his hands and feet, that he constantly tries to trim. In addition, he gained extra vertebrae in his spine and wiry muscles, giving him superior flexibility and speed. His skin, already pale, now became incredibly resistant to the cold. Like true Arctic Foxes, he doesn't begin to shiver until -70˚ Celsius. His blue eyes also allow him to see well at night, and his powerful legs let him jump 10ft straight into the air. Animal: Arctic Fox Bio: Nathanaël was born in Paris to a loving mother and somewhat absent father. His father was the CEO of a powerful company, with investments in wine, art, hotels, and automobiles. With money, power, and fame never in short supply, Nat lived a cushioned, if not sheltered life. With no worries for his future, he was allowed to pursue his own interests and hobbies in art and music, while keeping the stellar grades his father demanded. Dreaming of being an artist, he adored his mother and idolized her, desiring to become a famous artist, rather than his father's well-groomed heir. However, there were problems at home that only became more apparent as time went on. When he was 13 his mother divorced his father, leaving Nat in his custody. His father only became more absent, leaving Nat in the hands of his tutors and managers, while restricting his mother's ability to visit. Eventually, she stopped coming altogether. Nat was pulled out of school and tutored strictly at home, and was not allowed to leave the mansion without approval or escort. Even his internet activity was monitored. Nat became completely isolated from the world. The isolation and subsequent depression became more than he could handle. At 15, a few months before his 16th birthday, Nat slit his wrists in the bathtub, losing 30% of his blood. He was only saved after a maid heard the water running, and came to see what was wrong. After recovering from his injuries, Nat was evaluated and placed in a mental facility for treatment. His father was enraged at his son's attempt at suicide, and berated him, rather than offer empathy. Eager to escape at the next chance he had, he faked his father's signature to enter the experiments, under the impression that he would be helping to test a new anti-depressant hormone treatment. This, of course, was false. Rather, he gained the partial DNA of an arctic fox, intended to increase human resistance to cold temperatures. In addition to his physical traits, Nat began to experience strange dreams and visions, hearing and seeing things that aren't there. In particular was his ability to sense and manipulate magnetic fields, sensing prey moving from unseen places. His new urges to hunt are particularly strong, and he has recently developed new tastes for meat, and an intense hatred of vegetables. He hasn't met his father since the experiment, though he doubts he doesn't know. Not only is his body changed and filled with new and conflicting instincts, but he has to deal with it completely on his own. Personality: A quiet, kind, thoughtful person, Nathanaël thankfully inherited his mother's softness over his father's cold cruelty. Soft-spoken, intelligent, and observant, Nat isn't a natural loner. He longingly seeks companionship, even if it's from less than savory characters. His attempt at ending his life and subsequent stay in the hospital is something that embarrasses him greatly, and he hides his scars and his past. He's very shy and patient, slow to anger, though he won't stand for injustice when he sees it. He's not the best at dealing with people, particularly after being isolated. He was less than thrilled at his body's changes, and finds it difficult to adapt and accept his new animal side. He clips his claws regularly, despite the fact that they grow back almost 3 times a week, and tries to hide his ears and tails under baggy clothes and hats. His native tongue is French, though he can speak English, German, and Chinese. Thanks, dad. He remains under the perpetual hope that a cure can be discovered for his condition, so that he can return to being fully human once again. Other: If you ask him what does the fox say, he will not hesitate to hit you. Also constantly battles the instinctual desire to eat every animal smaller than a cat that he sees. Has an unexplainable hatred for hounds, and is startled by loud noises.</s> <\|message\|>Myra Helto Granbous Myra glanced over at the group and read their lips to discover that they were introducing themselves to eachother. She took off her headphones and set them to rest on her shoulders before clearing her throat and speaking up, "Its nice to meet you... nice people" she said with a pause as her third eyelids flipped open and she took in the details of everyone. "I'm Myra the... falcon girl I guess, I've got big black and white wings and feathers in random places on my body." she said with with a bit of a flourish by spreading her wings behind her. It was actually a bit fun to be able to bounce around with about half or a quarter of her old weight though with the large wings on her back it threw off her balance a bit. Myra glanced up at the sky a few times and was tempted once or twice to just try and take off into the air but then thought better of it, "If I fall then what will happen to me if I hit the ground?" she asked herself anytime it came up but when she looked out over the cliff and saw the water below it gave her a little courage. "I wonder if I actually have to flap or if I can just glide".</s> <\|message\|>Vladimir "Vlad" Zhurov Vladimir wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be once he heard two new voices. The new power's really helping him out. And he appreciated how the others answered his question without a single trace of doubt. The black haired male turned his head to the others and bowed as a sign of gratitude. When he heard something about clothes being spoken, he merely smiled. He forgot that all of them were practically naked under the hospital gown and it had an open backside too. "I suppose we do need some clothes. After all, the new things that were added to us overshadowed the fact that we didn't have clothes... or at least, that's how it worked for me." He admitted before making his way towards the entrance from where they came from. His hands folded behind his back to hold together the clothing that shielded it. Julia smiled at Dae. "Why would you be jealous of me? I'd say those wings look good on you." She said with a goofy grin on her face. She may not have grown in the nicest neighbourhood but that didn't mean she lied all the time. Her eyes stared at the glimmering beauty of his wings before saying words she never thought she would hear herself say ever again, "Las mariposas son hermosas..." She actually seemed out of it before shaking her head and averting her eyes. "Er, forget I said that. Nice to meet 'ya Dae!" She quickly added before seeing Vladimir entering the building prompting her to do the same. "Time for some clothes~" She said in a singsong voice as she made her way inside. It didn't seem like she cared much about the outfit she was currently wearing. Well, she honestly didn't. For all she could care about, she could just be wearing her undergarments and she still wouldn't be embarrassed. The two would soon see another scientist and Julia took it from there. She kindly asked for a change of clothing, preferably the one they came in with. She still remembered that she wore something to this laboratory and she just changed out of it. The scientist nodded and led them to different rooms and gave them their clothing. Vladimir changed into a button up shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. Julia wore a hoodie over a white shirt, pants and rubber shoes. They walked out of their rooms and then gave each other a nod. They then went outside once more to wait for the others to change. Vladimir decided that when night time comes, he would go back inside to talk with the scientists should they not do that before his schedule. He needed to talk to them about his eyesight. Sure, detecting others were good and all but he wanted to actually see their faces instead of just sensing that they were there. Perhaps they would give him glasses or something. Julia, on the other hand, didn't know what she would do. Monkeys didn't have any super special powers besides their great balance, strength in terms of arms and legs, and enhanced grip. She then looked around, maybe she could practice climbing in much more higher places. That would be pretty cool. But she decided to wait for the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathanaël "Nat" LeBlanc Nat recovered quickly from his hypothermia, much more quickly than the doctors had expected. Within a few minutes of the room warming, the boy was back on his feet again, beginning to feel the creeping sensation of being overheated again. After giving them his consent that he was willing to continue testing, they led him into another room, this one filled with equipment. In fact, it looked like a lab and a gym had been stuck in a blender, and this room was the product. He first was asked to strip down to his underwear so he could be weighed, and he obliged, keeping his arms close to his body. Thankfully, none of the doctors seemed to pay any attention to the scars on his arms, which stuck out very noticeably on his pale skin. They didn't even seem phased by his ears and tail, and that fact comforted him. Even if it was an act, he appreciated being treated like he was normal. He was weighed, his height measured, his blood drawn and strange sticky pads were place on his body, to monitor his brain waves and stuff, he assumed. He really didn't understand any of this medical nonsense, but he'd do what he was told. He was good at following orders, at least. His father had long since crushed any natural teenage desire to rebel, and he knew he had to depend on the doctors. Following those tests, he continued on to more bizarre exploits, such as seeing how high he could jump, how well he could keep his balance, how hard could he punch, how much could he lift, how fast could he run, and for how long. How well could he hear, or see, or smell? How sharp were his claws, or how hard was his bite? The results, though he knew would be different, surprised him. His strength hadn't increased very much at all, it was a barely noticeable difference in power. That part disappointed him somewhat, knowing he wouldn't be a super strong kind of super hero, like Captain America or the Hulk. However, his speed was incredible, clocking at 35 mph. Even Usain Bolt could only reach 28 mph, and what was more, Nat could keep his speed up longer. He was able to maintain his 35 mph for over 5 minutes before he started to tire, 5 minutes which seemed like an eternity to him. By the end of it his muscles were burning and screaming for relief, and he was glad to be able to rest. As for the results of other tests, he didn't understand most of it, but from what he gathered, his sight was better, his hearing had greatly improved, he was incredibly nimble, and he could jump 10 ft into the air. Which explained why he had left an indentation on the ceiling of his room. Once he was done with his tests, he was allowed to shower again, to clean himself of sweat and cool himself off, before changing back into his sterile white clothes. This time, however, instead of slippers, he was provided socks and balanced boots. He was grateful to be able to cover his clawed feet. If only he had some gloves now, to erase any evidence of clawed hands. He followed Quincy out of the lab room, wondering if there were any more tests for him to do. He wanted to be of use, to help find a cure for his condition. And so, he was quite surprised when Quincy instead led him into a cafeteria with a buffet table of food laid out, gesturing him to sit at any one of the empty seats. "It's best that you have some breakfast. We need time to analyze the results from our testing, and to develop further tests. We have provided a wide array of nutritious foods, for you and the other subjects, and I hope that you will remain on the premises, should we need you. Here, take this. It's a pager, and it has a tracking device in it. If you need help or feel ill, press the button on it, and a doctor will be there as soon as possible." he told him, handing the boy a small pager. Nat nodded obediently, before walking over to the buffet table and picking up a plate. Despite the growling in his stomach, he was very careful about what he chose, letting his newly developed sense of smell guide him. He knew he should have taken fruits or vegetables, but when he smelled them, they made his stomach turn and twist. Meat, on the other hand, savory, salty, juicy. He craved it, and stacked his plate high with it. Bacon, ham, sausage, eggs, all kinds of meats. Starches he felt were good as well, and he put two pancakes on his plate, coated with butter. The sweet scent of syrup or honey made him feel nauseous, and he picked a glass of water over juice or coffee, before finding a table in the corner of the empty cafeteria, and starting to eat.</s>
<\|description\|>???; "The Knight" Age: Mid-twenties Gender: Male Race: Hylian Appearance: The Knight(The drawing is my own, please do not steal) once wore bright armor and a tabard bearing the colors and sigil of the Royal Family. There were once a mantle and cape to gracefully done his shoulders, and once a half skirt to make his movements appear smooth and flowing and give an air of regality. Once, he bore a youthful exuberance and a disciplined posture. Now his armor has been blackened and twisted, cruel spikes rising from the metal on his arms and helm. The cape, mantle, and skirt have been ripped asunder, mail has cracked. Though the plate steel still holds a dull luster, and though the crest of Hyrule is still engraved upon his cuirass, none could ever think this bestial knight, whose gauntlets have turned to claws and who moves with a feral crouch where once he stood proud, to be anything but a monster. The red, unnatural glow from beneath his visor has lost its dignity, and become an ever growing furnace of rage. Personality: The Knight is ruled by two things: Rage, and the Code of Chivalry. Which one rules at any one moment is a hazardous guess at best. Devoted to the destruction of Ganon and anything that stems from him, the knight will howl, snarl, and single-mindedly destroy until he reaches his goals. He still knows the meaning of retreat, though it must always be from necessity, never from fear. He lacks true tactical ability, but has a predator's instinct and cunning. Still, he would much rather openly challenge the forces of evil and bathe in their blood than he would slink like a wolf through the shadows. Outside of battle, the Knight often seems a blank canvas. He is still, almost tranquil, though he shivers as if in anticipation...or as if he can barely contain himself. Yet he seems to bring no harm to those he recognizes as allies...still, much like any wild animal, his actions are uncertain and often his purpose cannot be grasped by the rational mind. Background: Once the Knight was a man born to low nobility, to a line of proud--if not wealthy--warriors. Yet in training he showed both aptitude and zeal, and in time surpassed expectation and potential. A loyal and faithful servant of the crown, he won glory in the tournaments and fame on the field. Yet all of that, save one last moment, has been forgotten. All of his former life now lies shrouded in shadows, and only the final memory before his transformation remains. The Battle of Castle Town--the final stepping stone towards Ganondorf's ascent to godhood. The forest boy, in whom the Princess saw a Hero, entered the Temple of Time with three Sacred Treasures. He had accomplished great feats to attain them, and even if he were not the child of destiny already the land was beginning to sing his praises. Perhaps, had things played out differently, he too would have attained knighthood, and they would have fought as allies. Alas; the seal holding the Master Sword was undone. The child had proved his worth, and drawn the ancient blade. He became master of Evil's Bane, yet he was only a boy. And so he was whisked away by magics to a place unknown, and protected. The way to the Golden Realm now lay opened, and its golden, radiant light shone through a portal into a pristine realm. Into that light, Ganondorf took his last steps as a mortal man. With the Gerudo King's treachery revealed, the Knights of Hyrule were assembled. But Ganondorf's followers were ready to meet them, and the city became a battleground. Though their princess had been seen safely away, Ganondorf had already begun to slay the soldiers as they sought to slow his pursuit. One of the Knight's friends died in a back alley, the last to see the boy in green before he took those fateful steps into the Temple of Time. In the battle that followed, where the knights set out to defend Castle Town as Ganondorf lay seige to it in order to follow the Hero into the Sacred Realm, the dark lord left fire and blood in his wake. He ascended the steps and entered the portal. The Knight followed. He bled from a dozen wounds, and both sword and shield had shattered. Yet with trembling legs he climbed the stairs, his life's blood dying the velvet carpet a deeper shade. It was too late. From the realm of light, now only shadows poured forth. But Ganondorf still lay beyond. He could not rest until he had destroyed that foul creature. On his honor, on his pride, for the good of the realm, for the sake of the princess...even for the hope of the boy in green. The Knight stepped into the darkness. Though he had always been a good and just man, in his heart lay the seeds of darkness. This was nothing, in and of itself--such a thing exists in all who tread the mortal coil. It does not define them. Yet those seeds had become coals in a white hot, seething fire called hatred. He hated Ganondorf. He hated the monsters whom had come to the dark one's aid. He hated his own weakness. The Dark World--the former Sacred Realm twisted by Ganondorf, now Ganon, and his influence--seized upon that hatred, that curling tendril of darkness inside him, and pulled it out. His body was torn asunder, then sewn back together. He was twisted, and blackened by the flames of his own fury. Split between his knighthood and beasthood, his new form drove him mad. Still he would not give in; still he desired to find the King of Darkness, and destroy him. For seven years, he treaded the shadows. For seven years, he fought among a landscape of tangled trees with gnarled faces, upon fallow, cursed soil. He fought with all manner of monsters, who had once been men. He overcame trials and challenges. Yet always, always in the darkness, always in the shadows, groping and crawling and clawing his way forward. Until he found the light. How had it come to him? How had it passed through this place, uncorrupted? He could not know, or even wonder. All he could do was reach for the light, grasp it, and feel Courage flow into him. It brought with it the scent of the forest, just like the child in green...but also blood, and the unmistakable pang of parting with a dear and treasured friend. The Knight rose yet again, and with Courage lighting his way, he began to fight his way back along the paths hidden in the shadows... Skills:* Knight's Training: The Knight is highly efficient in all the standard training regiments of Hyrule's Royal Army. This includes certain special skills such as the Ending Blow. * Weapon Skills: In addition to the standard martial arms trained by the Knights of Hyrule, in his previous life the Knight also practiced with less common weapons such as axes and flails. * Proficient in Armor: The Knight has been trained to run, fight, and even mount a horse while in armor, and his gear is specific to his measurements. It doesn't impede his movement nearly as much as it might another. Magic: None Yet Gear:* Plate Armor: Like all true knights, this armor was made specifically to the wearer's measurements and preferences, and despite the myths of "clunky and slow" armor it has as much range of motion as the body inside it. It weighs roughly 25 kilograms, and consists of various plate pieces over thick underclothes, with some chainmail covering the most exposed places. The fittings are of supple leather and adjustable buckles, while other leather bits in the joints are of thicker stuff that can still absorb blows and hold back blades. Weaknesses:* Madness - The Knight, though he is still guided by what little memories of his former life and his strong spirit that remains, is indeed truly berserk. His behavior, even among allies, is highly unpredictable and he cannot be counted on as anything more than a body on the battlefield. * Inability to Speak - The Knight's mind is so fractured that he cannot form coherent communication, and he must rely on body language and gestures. * Obsession - The Knight will take any opportunity that presents itself to attack Ganon or his forces, regardless of strategic significance. He will only retreat under the threat of death, and even then only to give his wounds the minimal treatment before charging back into the fray. * Cannot Swim - The Knight seems unable to completely remove his armor, and thus sinks like a stone in water.</s> <\|message\|>Sigurd Sigurd Oasis Resistance "Oasis... A word that refers to a place of hospitable nature in the middle of a desolate and oppressive desert, in this case, it refers not just to this being an oasis in a desert, but an oasis to what this land has become...", already in the early hours of the morning he was up. Recently he took residence in the resistance headquarters, since he helped out so often they offered him a place there, plus his main goal was to find out the meaning of this golden speck, a piece of the triforce as he had found out. "No matter how many times I define oasis to myself it doesn't change that I need to make some safe passage... The answer is out there, but too far away to safely travel", with a sigh he closed his journal and tucked it into his desk. He donned his pauldrons, hooded cape and helm, and grabbed his colossal blade and stepped out of his quaint little stone room. As he stepped down to the entrance, he saw Etzo at the front. There was a mention of a potions problem, but he gathered enough that it wasn't a problem... Yet. He recognized this man Etzo, an alchemist of sorts. Making an effort to get to know this man on a personal level was as he gathered a difficult task, but the man often had need of someone who wasn't bound by the duty of patrols all the time. "If you need a little extra, I could attempt to gather some the next time I go on the field", he offered as he stepped in. Though shortly after that, another figure arrived, there was no mistaking that this was a Deku. In moments she pulled out a golden speck. Visibly, the guard on duty was astounded, but Sigurd himself did not expect to see another piece like this. He stormed right over to her, "W-Where. Where did you get that?! How do you have one too!?"</s> <\|message\|>Dia Dia There's no getting around it... Dia is lost. She's been past the same cactus three times now, and every time she thinks she's found a landmark, the desert ghosts and sand creatures kick up dust amd spin her around. At least it's still cool. When the sun gets too strong, it takes all Dia's strength not to pass out. But then... In the distance... A horn? Yes, there it is again! Dia rushes towards the sound. From atop a dune, Dia finds the source of the sound. The forces of evil, attacking a caravan. The odds aren't good, but it only takes the zora a moment to decide what to do. A ball of elcticity strikes a moblin in the back, stunning the creature and dropping it to it's knees. Two more follow, stunning another moblin, and crackling off the armour of the lizafos. Dia stands proud atop the dune, lightning crackling in one hand, pointing at the commander with the other, calling him out to fight. If she can win a one-on-one, it should demoralise the other beasts, and give the caravan time to flee.</s>	<\|message\|>???; "The Knight" Castle Town The Temple of Time Inside the Dark World --- The Temple of Time. Once a holy place of worship to the goddesses, a place that held the most magnificent treasure of the realm and protected the gate to the Sacred Land. But now, by the very hands of the Hero that should have saved it, that gateway had been opened and allowed a king of thieves to steal away the very lifeblood of Hyrule. Now the Temple was a nest of darkness, a place where the denizens of the Dark World were birthed forth from the portal to join Ganon's armies. The Knight stepped through that same doorway, back into the world of light that had been thrown into a shadow nearly as black as that of the land he just left. But Courage pulsed in his hand, brighter than ever. He felt its pull and followed it with trodding steps, his back hunched as if under an incredible burden. His arms hung loosely at his sides, giving his gait a predatory slink. The light, from windows high above, had a reddened, malicious tint to it, and the sheen of his blackened armor gave him a demonic aura under those crimson rays. As he neared the entrance to the temple, two figures came into view. Their flesh, rotting and riddled with poisoned veins, was stretched tight--too tight, so tight that in places it tore--across their skeletons, which were twisted as if in agony. Their faces, too, were frozen in the gasp of suffering, their dried and cracked lips drawn tight over yellowing, chipped teeth. Only their eyes, occasionally glowing red, showed any signs of life. The two corpses, ReDead, stood guard over the temple and watched as the Knight slowly, determinedly, walked towards them. Their orders were simply to stop anyone entering this place, and to direct those who would serve their Master, the Dark King, towards his castle. As the black knight approached, at first they thought him a Darknut, perhaps, or an Iron Knuckle. But when they saw that the crest of Hyrule still gleamed on his breast, they looked at each other in confusion. Then, one cast his seemingly empty eyes towards their fellow Dark Worlder. "Screeeah?" it called. The Knight stopped and stood there, staring. The red light behind his own visor pulsed just once. Then he rose up a bit, his spine straightening. "URRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" In an instant he leaped across the room, his clawed grasp finding the ReDead's face before he slammed its skull into the stone wall behind it. With a crunch the rotten bones and flesh gave way, and black, stagnated blood with a foul stench splattered over the masonry. The other ReDead took a breath for its paralyzing scream, but the Knight's head snapped towards it and he flung the corpse of its comrade at it. As the two carcasses--one returned to death--tumbled head over heels, the Knight leaped into the air and came down on the second zombie's chest with both feet. Again a horrific crunch heralded the splash of dark ichor, and the Knight threw back his head like a wolf after a triumphant kill. "GAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" He rushed down the steps, past the now-fetid baptismal pools and the dead shrubbery lining the front of the Temple. As he neared a Gossip Stone, a mysterious device which--for those who weren't Shiekah--was merely a magic timepiece, more ReDeads began to ascend the steps from the town below. They had heard the screams and come to see what was going on, and now as one pointed at the Knight and let out its terrifying screech, they began to swarm. In the distance, other screeches answered, the sounds echoing across the town as almost every ReDead in Castle Town received the signal. The Knight was frozen by the paralyzing magic of the first ReDead's cry, but the muscles beneath his armor strained until it seemed they might burst. Then suddenly he was free again, shaking back and forth like a rabid animal. With another roar he dove forward to meet the monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Cricket Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?) Appearance: Cricket is of average height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket's ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers, and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark. Personality: In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he's on the clock, however, he's all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it. Background: Leave it to the Sheikah to have a Plan B. Kakariko was destroyed, but not everyone was present for the massacre. There was an Outpost, hidden carefully in the Kokiri Forest with the permission of the Great Deku Tree. It had been around for a long time, its existence kept secret from any non-Sheikah. The Kokiri in the area were aware of the presence of Sheikah elsewhere in their forest, but the exact location of the Outpost was still unknown. Cricket was born into the clan of Sheikah that ran this outpost. The two peoples, Sheikah and Kokiri, were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah very quietly helped defend their patch of earth and trees. As time passed, the cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. But back to Cricket: His clan was part of a networking hub, running goods, people, weapons, supplies, and most importantly, information. News of the various occurrences reached him because he was part of the clan spreading it. A few of the Sheikah survivors took to the Kokiri Outpost, as it was an unknown location from which they could regroup. From the point of Hero's Fall onward, the Sheikah of the Outpost dedicated themselves to training for war. Cricket was barely before adulthood when all of this mess started, and he dedicated himself to his training (Sheikah and Kokiri, both) with rigorous zeal. Eventually, as the enslaved Kokiri began deforesting the land, a portion of the clan was sent away, so that their lore would survive if the Outpost were ever found. Cricket was among those chosen to do so. The seemingly mute Sheikah found his piece of the Triforce just prior to leaving his home. It was a routine trip into the woods, to hunt and forage for food for the first leg of the journey. Dusk was fast approaching, and an angelic blue light in the distance drew him. Cricket found himself staring into the pale light of a crystal shard, listening to a voice he couldn't quite understand, but instinctively recognized as Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom. The light swelled in intensity and the crystal disappeared, it and the voice becoming part of him. Cricket felt fundamentally changed, but still fiercely himself. From time to time, he will get little feelings of certainty, as he makes connections that others miss. Hunches, if you will. Cricket has come to trust these frequent flashes of intuition. His first one motivated him toward Oasis. Skills: Extensive Stealth Training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don't be seen, don't be heard. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat, juggler, and is a devilish little bugger with sleight of hand. Musically Adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes. Intrusion Expert - He's finding a way in. Locks, traps, dogs, walls, no problem. Combat Proficiency - Extensively trained in the use of Sheikah weaponry and tactics, though Cricket is most proficient with short blades and thrown items. He has good experience with unarmed fighting and Kokiri tools, and has even taken an interest in Gerudo techniques. Multi-lingual - Familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Magic: He summons, and seems to be able to communicate with on a rudimentary level, small chirping insects. There may be more, but his ability to use magic is largely untested. Gear: Kodachi (2), Kunai (12), Deku Nuts (20), Bomb Bag (12) Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations (basic), large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case Thin, strong cordage (50 ft) Firestarters Various lockpicks, files, and skeleton keys Backpack Rupees, 50 Weaknesses: Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic. For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few. Cricket doesn't speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Prefers to sleep in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible. "Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets.</s> <\|message\|>Etzo ETZO Etzo snatched his hand back after the knight finally released it from his grasp, eyes narrowing as he watched the armored man for any further attempts to a cost him. After a few moments however the hylian regained his normal composure, a cramping sensation alerting him to the fact he had unconsciously gripped a vial filled with a rather viscous fluid sitting his robes. Unclenching his grasp, the young alchemist prepared to return to his pleas to have the deku examined when he was once more interrupted. His eyes lit up a little as he saw the sheikah attempt to gain his attention. He'd seen a handful of the secretive race since coming to Oasis, though he was no stranger to the race having always been excited as a child to see Impa the few times she would come to the home in Kakariko village. He'd attemted to negotiating few times with the ones here, having always heard the warriors would on occasion use poisons and drugs on their missions, but the clans clung tightly to their own secerets. Etzo was pulled from his thoughts as he saw the note the shiekah trying to draw his attention to the note on the table. Never one to deny his own curiosity, Etzo quickly read through the note, a look of discontent as he saw that his supplies were indeed seemingly in danger. This look was quickly replaced as he saw the report of the creatures attacking, his dreamy smile returning as he marveled at uses he could find with this collection of ingredients, and as luck would have it, they were walking straight to him almost. He didn't particularly relish the idea of entering a skirmish, but those soldiers were damn butchers. Rarely could he find a usable part in the remains they brought back. Besides, he doubted the men fighting would be likely to bring his bubbles home alive if they found them. "First of all," Gerik began, "as soon as the supply convoy is rescued we're all going to sit down and have a nice, long discussion about this Triforce business, and what we're actually going to do with these pieces some of you have apparently felt the need to keep hidden. Secondly, I'm in no mood to babysit today, so either make yourselves useful or stay out of the way!" The scrawny alchemist hesitated a moment, a groan escaping as he saw the knight who had so recently accosted him was coming along, but nevertheless his hand went up, "While I'm not particularly keen on joining the muscle on the field," he said, a hint of excitement raising the pitch of his voice, "it's be a shame to let such a specimen go to waste out there in the dunes, and I while I appreciate the efforts your men put towards protecting us" he said, catious as he continued "they're hardly what one could call precise, so if I could have but a moment to gather some supplies," Etzo continued as he already began edging towards the door "I'll be meeting your men at the gate," the last few words trailing off as he already headed out the door, not waiting to for any form of confirmation from the obviously agitated Gerik. As he made his way back to his workshop, the eccentric alchemist's head was a whirlwinf of activity, already preparing a mental list of supplies he could need.</s> <\|message\|>Yuri Yuri Resistance HQ Early Morning As soon as the foreigner grabbed her wrist, the Deku woman was incredibly tempted to redirect his force and allow his face to get acquainted with the ground. But that would most definitely jeopardize trade operations, so she simply struggled slightly to let him know that he was being incredibly stupid. As soon as she let the both of them go, she disregarded him with a sneer and began to walk over to a table near her. A man too, walked up to the table. He looked like a sheikah, from what she had seen of them, but his outfit seemed almost reminiscent of Yuri's dreaded enemy, the Kokiri. Still, she was sure he was just a sheikah with odd taste and didn't bring anything up, instead focusing on the note he placed on the table, and the soft glow of the triforce on his hand. How many people had a piece of the triforce? Were the pieces drawn to one another? Would the resistance even need her piece? She quickly read the note. A trade caravan was under attack? It was lead by a fellow Deku, no doubt. She wondered idly if people like these were able to take on 25 others in a combat. Her thoughts were interrupted with the booming voice of Gerik, who 'asked' the foreigner to stay and wait for the rest of the platoon. He also said that he was 'in no mood to babysit' so if Yuri wanted to sell her Piece of Wisdom, she'd have to wait until the discussion after the mission. She sighed in disappointment. She should probably help these guys out. She doubted that they would survive without her, and even if they did, she'd have to wait until they got back to reason with Gerik. It certainly would be more interesting to follow the soldiers, and she was sure there were going to be spare weapons able to be refurbished and sold at a later date. Still, she wished she had the good fortune to have been smuggling knives of some kind. While the woman was absorbed in thought, it appeared the ninja had brought the group bread. Yuri smiled a tad, before breaking off a piece and stuffing it in her mouth. She hadn't had breakfast yet, so she was very glad for it. "Many thanks, sheikah. Do you have a name? I'm Yuri, the merchant. I've traded with this resistance a few times. I wouldn't be surprised if that staff you have there was brought here by yours truly." She rambled. Hopefully he was proficient with said staff. She was unsure how well this little mission was going to go.</s>	<\|message\|>Cricket Location: Oasis, Resistance HQInteracting With: Yuri The young Sheikah smiled broadly at his new acquaintance, then promptly shoved a large chunk of date bread into his mouth. With hands now free, he hefted his resin bonded Deku Staff, regarding Yuri's assumptions on the item. He shook his head slowly, motioning to imply a far distance. Though it would be bad form to reveal to the exact nature of the item (let alone functionally impossible without getting pen and paper involved), any close inspection of the staff by someone familiar with either Kokiri or Sheikah craftsmanship would reveal clues atypical to an otherwise standard tool of its kind. But it would have to be a close inspection. Still chewing, he returned his flexible but solid wooden pole to its previous resting spot. For half a second, the nonvocal warrior caught an expression, as if his brain just hiccuped and he had forgotten something obvious and pressing. A look of realization crossed his features. He shook his head foolishly, stark white hair swishing noiselessly about his eyes. With a careful flourish, he held a hand out, palm up, in front of Yuri. A small black cricket hopped from his sleeve onto his outstretched hand chirped twice, and turned to look back at the Sheikah. In response, the Sheikah looked to Yuri, pointed at the cricket, and then at himself. He repeated the process, nodding. When he was sure the message got across, Cricket retracted his hand and sliced off another chunk of date bread. No sense marching and fighting on an empty stomach, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Chen Age:20 Gender: Male Additional Appearance: Height: 5'7" Weight:153 Element: N/A Additional Weapons: Shock Stick, Two daggers, Crossbow, Throwing knives Flash bombs, smoke bombs Vial of poison (for coating his blades) Personality: Chen is rather pessimistic and cynical. He never accepts that things 'just happen' or that others are driven by 'the right thing.' He himself states that he is driven by his desire to uncover the truth, regardless of the outcome. Because of this, whenever he talks to others, he is constantly mentally noting things and trying to uncover the truth of their actions. As the only non-bender in his family, Chen is rather sore towards benders and holds a certain disdain towards powerful benders like the Avatar, though he hides it well and is able to act quite nonchalant about his inabilities. As a reporter, Chen's mindset is that of what was known in the progressive era of the US as a muckraker, seeking to uncover the dirt or 'muck' of large corporations and governments. Skills/Hobbies: Investigating Martial Arts (Hung Gar/mixed) Sneaking/stealth/dishonesty Throwing Running Sculpting Coin Collecting Background: Chen was born to a family of Earthbenders. He was the youngest of four, making him the runt of the group, and to make matters worse, he was the only child to be born without bending powers. His siblings often teased him for this, which caused him to grow a thick shell to defend himself early on in his life. As life went on, his siblings went on to train to become Earthbenders and he grew envious of them, though he hid it well. He began to look up to the eldest of his brothers, Bao, who treated him more kindly than the others. Bao even took pity on Chen and began to teach him the fighting style of Earth and Metal benders, helping him to utilize the form without any bending capabilities. Despite his skills, Chen still couldn't properly equal that of a bender. Because of this, he began to focus on utilizing weapons and tools into his fighting style. Chen created smoke and flash grenades to blind his opponents and was able to get a hold of an old equalist stun glove, developing it into something that suited his fighting style a little more. It was a slightly more powerful electrified baton he called a shock stick. His brother was a great mentor, and an even better friend. However, all of this soon changed when Bao was arrested for violent crimes against a group of Arties. Later in prison, he was brutally mauled, almost dying. Chen's view of the world was forever altered, and he became more pessimistic towards everything. To put it simply, he was crushed. He began to invest in more lethal weapons, such as throwing knives and a small crossbow. Chen even went as far as to obtain deadly poisons to coat his daggers in. His cynical attitude led him to become a journalist in Republic City, seeking to unmask the dark dealings of the world. While reporting the violence caused by the newly formed equalists, he decided to devote a portion of his time to investigate the company that came out with the drug that started it all, that led his brother to jail, to becoming a cripple. He wanted to see how they benefited from the rioting and protests, from these Neo-Equalists as well as find a way to shut the production of the drug down, or at least limit its sale. He knew it might lead him to nothing more than a dead end, but he had nothing better to do with his free time and in order to appease the guilt he felt towards the harming of his brother, he had to look into it.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen Book 1: Equality "New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old." --- --- The sound of boots connecting with uneven floorboards echoed throughout the hallway. A door creaked open, allowing a dim light to flood into the hallway. "Evening, ma'am. You'll be glad to know that we successfully gathered the five Waters, ten Earths, and twenty Fires that you requested. The guards are ready to use them at a moment's notice," a voice called into the old, decrepit room. Inside, the only light source was a dusty lamp sitting on the edge of a wooden desk, whose legs had rotted to a musty green color. Sitting at the desk was a woman, no older than 30. She reached for a syringe resting on the desk, its contents white and nearly translucent. She flicked the tip of the syringe, allowing the air bubbles to travel to the top. "Perfect. Tonight is the beginning of our revolution, Zhen. It's the moment our ancestors had waited for so long to see, only to have the Avatar bring it all crashing down. Speaking of which, have you confirmed that the Avatar will be present at the theater? She, above all others, must be there." The woman squeezed the syringe in order to remove any excess air. "Yes, ma'am. The Avatar is confirmed to be present at the theater tonight. Everything is in order, all you have to do is say the words, and we will execute your orders." "Thank you, Zhen. That will be all. If you'll excuse me, I must prepare for tonight." She dismissed him with a simple hand gesture. He bowed his head before leaving the room. The woman twirled her hair around, staring deeply into the mirror in front of her. "After all these centuries of plotting, I am finally the one to do the honors of bringing true equality to the world. If only you could be here to see me, father." A single tear rolled down the woman's face. "I will not fail you." --- --- Rinzen --- "Step right up! Get your tickets to the vintage premier of 'The Adventures of Nuktuk: Hero of the South'! At a price of only 25 yuan, you can see the very first mover to ever be created! This showing is sponsored by Cabbages Incorporated." Rinzen walked up to the man who was seemingly on autopilot. He started into his rehearsed line again, but cut it short as Rinzen approached him. "I'd like to buy a ticket, please." "Why, hello there, little lady. The ticket will be 25 yuan." Rinzen handed him the money, in exchange for a ticket. The ticket had a picture of Nuktuk and Juji printed on the front. Rinzen thanked the man and walked into the theater before her. She found a seat near the back, sitting at the very edge of the row. The room dimmed until the only light being produced was from the projection screen in the front. "Whose gonna fight for friends and freedom? Nuktuk!" The mover began playing, causing a wave of silence among those in the theater. --- --- @jumpadraw@Aquaknight@Raijinslayer</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian Jian was already inside of the theater, dressed in rather casual clothes as he watched from near the back of the room, shaking his head with a soft sigh. These things are so cheesy. . . I'll never understand why people still like watching stuff like this. He was only here because his mother had come over to his apartment and told him to, wanting him to get out of the house and do something besides rotting away in his house. 'It's not good for you, physically or mentally. You need to go out meet somebody, make friends, do something else' and so on and so forth. His mother didn't seem to get that, thanks to the papers, the radio, and even these goddamn movers, he was basically hated where ever he went. It had been around two years since the incident, and since he had stopped doing anything to draw attention to himself, people had begun to finally leave him be, but he doubted that anyone would ever want to be around him without spitting in his face. Already he'd gotten a dirty look from one of the ticket people, and just walking through the crowd had been an ordeal, as he just figured that someone would come forward to scream at him, call him scum, a degenerate, and so on and so forth. Every venture outside into the world was immensely draining due not only to what people say or do, but also anticipating the hatred from nearly everywhere he looked. He could never let his guard down, lest one wrong word cause him to breakdown into either tears or anger-fueled attack. Li always loved these stupid things . . . wonder if he'll come by or not.</s>	<\|message\|>Chen Chen approached the theater, a feeling of actual relaxation flowing through him for the first time in weeks. True, he was here officially to document the proceedings of the night for the United Daily News, but that didn't stop the mover from being fun. The last several articles he had written for the UDN had been covering rioting and violence between Nats and Arties, but for once he had been given an assignment that wasn't all doom and gloom. In all honesty, he could hardly wait to see who would show up tonight. Besides, he had always been a sucker for the classics. Chen approached the man selling the tickets to 'Nuktuk' happily paying for one and exchanging a nonchalant greeting. As he entered the the theater, the excited chatter of the crowd filled him with anticipation. Chen sat as close to the center of the theater as he could. He pulled out his notebook to take notes, and as the lights dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down, Chen cast one last glance around the theater for any VIPs before locking his gaze on the screen</s>
<\|description\|>Anik General Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Additional Appearance: Anik has heterochromia, blue from his Waterbender father and Bronze from his fire nation mother. Height: 5'1" Weight: 123 Ibs --- Combat Element: Water + Healing Weapon(s): A flask of Water for emergencies --- Personal Personality: Anik is people pleasing, detailed orientated and is rigid with his organizational habit, yet he has a good sense of humor and takes part in other's jokes and tomfoolery as long as it's harmless and within reason as he likes to think of himself as the voice of reason among any groups he is in. He is also protective and caring for his friends and allies if a little overbearing at times. At times he can get competitive when people challenge him or his ideas as he can be extremely adamant about being right in certain situations. Skills/Hobbies: Traditional Hunter and fisher Excellent non-bending swimmer Practicing his Waterbending and healing Cleaning and organizing rooms and places Taking care of little potted plants Doing tasks for people who asked him to do it Background: Anik was born to his Waterbender father and his Fire Nation mother in Republic City. Anik was a sickly child and often stayed at home for long stretches of times. Anik learned he was a Waterbender at a young age after he bended a glass a water to splash in his father's face. Once his waterbending was learned Anik's father brought him to his homeland of the southern water nation where he was taught the traditional ways of water bending and hunting and fishing and even healing though water bending, this seemed to cured Anik of his sicklyness for the most part. After a year at the southern water nation Anik and his father returned to Republic City to a shocking surprise. Anik had gotten a little Sister while he was gone for the year, Anik quickly grew to love his little sister and soon enough he started to worry greatly for the little girl's safety. It was like this for most of his Childhood him worrying about his little sister and after years of no signs any water bending abilities it seem like his little sister wasn't a bender like him or his father but Anik still loved her greatly. Now that he's reaching adulthood, Anik is looking for a higher calling in life and with the rising tension in Republic City he is starting to question the safety of his Family and it seems like the two things will soon go hand in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Ryuu --- Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like. "Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late." Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction. Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man, "... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying "Enjoy the show." Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this. As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more, "Sorry." The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering, "That guys is so rude." "Doesn't he look familiar?" "Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats." Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders, "Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen ??? --- A crackle of lightning could be heard from behind the giant cloth screen. Several members of the audience rose from their seats, all adorning masks resembling those used by the Equalists during the First Revolution. As these individuals rose as one, a bolt of lightning burned a whole through the screen, striking the projector in the back of the theater. The room fell under a blanket of darkness. Quiet murmurs among the audience soon grew into panicked cries for help, however, it was no use. The soundproof room had deafened any sound attempting to escape. The darkness was soon pierced by small balls of fire, lining either side of the front of the theater. Behind each ball of flame was a masked face. Each of these Firebenders stood still, acting as ominous lights. A row of Earthbenders stood in front of the giant screen. From behind the curtain stepped out a tall, slender woman. She wore a black cape, and a mask that covered her entire face, only leaving small slits for her mouth and eyes. It looked old and worn, and appeared to have been originally fitted for a man. The woman walked with a purpose, and that purpose was to draw all eyes to her. She stopped once in the front of the room, turning to address the entirety of the theater. "My fellow citizens of Republic City. As you all know, a certain serum has been developed to artificially reproduce bending. This has long been a source of conflict among our city. When on their own, the four elements are strong. When combined, they are unstoppable. The Avatar is a living testament to that fact. For thousands of years, the Avatar has lived hundreds of lives promoting balance, peace, equality. The Avatar simply used their superior abilities to bully others into submission. History has proven that the Avatar simply intervenes when it is fortunate for them. Unfortunately for us non-benders, we now pose a serious threat to the Avatar's sacred 'balance.' Today, I am here to show you all that we need not be afraid of the Avatar anymore, for we have leveled the playing field a bit. "I believe the Avatar has graciously made himself present today." The woman paused to search the crowd, spotting the Avatar. "Yes, there he is. Avatar Kazuki. Capable of bending all four elements, yes? Previously, the Avatar had been the only one able to accomplish such a feat. As of today, this is no longer the case." The woman demonstrated, throwing a fireball into the air, followed by a wind blast. She bent a puddle of water from a canister on her side, letting it fall before her. The earth quaked as a section of the theater's ground was tossed to the side. "My brothers, sisters, the Avatar has come to Republic City in order to put a stop to us gaining our equality. Do we not deserve it? Are we lesser beings simply because it is not our birthright to bend? Join me as I lead us into a new age. An age of true equality. The revolution has begun!" --- --- Rinzen --- Rinzen looked up, noticing a tap on her shoulder. "Huh? Oh, yes- I mean, no. It's not." She pulled her knees up to allow the boy into the seat next to her. The boy had come in several minutes late, and the seat next to her was about the only one available. She returned her attention back to the mover. Rinzen jumped as the lightning shot through the projection. She sat there, frozen as the mysterious woman revealed herself and began her speech. She watched in awe as the woman demonstrated her capabilities that rivaled the Avatar's own, who was apparently in the theater at the moment. She could hear a mixed response of cheers and boos coming from the crowd around her. Surely, this was not natural. The theater soon erupted in chaos. Rocks, ice, fire, and a whole myriad of other elements were being thrown around the room. Dozens of people ran from the theater in a panic. Rinzen stayed behind. She defended herself from stray rocks as the theater emptied out, eventually leaving less than a dozen others in the room. The mysterious woman stood at the front, watching the chaos. It was impossible to decipher her emotions, given the mask that she wore. Was she content to just sit and watch as the theater fell into chaos? Perhaps that was her plan, after all. Rinzen rose from her seat in order to leave the theater, and found that it was entirely blocked off by the masked Earthbenders. She was trapped inside, along with several others.</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian "Fuck!" Jian cursed as the mover was suddenly ended with a bolt of lightning blasting the the screen and into the projector, trying to sink into his seat as things only went from bad to worse. Then some woman appeared, spouting some drivel about equality and whatnot before singling out the Avatar, who was here apparently, and making a show of power by bending all four of the elements right then and there. Well then . . . this couldn't get any worse. Jian looked around, noting how the masked freaks surrounding them were preventing anyone from leaving, making them a captive audience as it were. As people tried to get out, only to be blocked by some masked earthbenders, he laid low, taking out a syringe filled with red liquid from his pocket. Taking off the protective cap, he slid it slowly into his arm and pressed down on the plunger, taking a breath as he felt a burning pain flow throughout his body, heating him up from the injection point as the serum spread through him. After a few more seconds, it subsided, and he quickly recapped the syringe before putting it away again, rising up with a dangerous look directed towards the woman in charge of all this. "Sorry lady, but threatening people isn't a good way to get them on your side. Case and point." No sooner had he finished, Jian entered an Earthbending stance, slamming his foot down to lift several rocks up around him before launching a barrage at several of the masked men, each one being cloaked in a veil of flame as they hurtled towards their targets for a rather explosive, but non-lethal, finish. He gave a look at the others in the theater, telling them with his eyes to get moving through the opening he made. More rocks rose up around him as he prepared to launch more flaming rocks at anyone who made a move towards the fleeing civilians. [color=Jian]"Now then, how about we settle this without a bunch of collateral around to get in the way. If you really do care about the people, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, right? I'll even give you a chance and ask the Avatar to not get involved. From what I've heard of him, he probably jump at the chance to avoid dealing with someone as bothersome as you."[/color] While Jian sound confident, anyone who took the time to study him could see that he was shaking ever so slightly, and his breathing was erratic. While putting on a bravado was easy enough, right now he felt that he was digging his grave deeper and deeper with every word. The masked men he'd hit earlier were already getting up by now, more dazed than anything else. As a Pro-bender, he had it engrained into his being to hold back when using his bending against others, and that habit had only gotten stronger after the incident. If these guys were meaning business, than he wouldn't be able to stand a chance on his own, but he wanted to give other people a chance to run if they had the chance. That way, if he got died or was injured terribly, he would have accomplished something to help redeem his worthless self, if only a little bit.</s> <\|message\|>Chen Chen The moment the lighting broke through the screen of the mover, Chen let himself drop the the ground and slide under a few chairs. He had spent so much time writing about the chaos in Republic city that this action almost came as instinct to him. Maybe he was over reacting, though. Sighing, he spared himself a glance over the seats around him, cursing as he saw several masked men and women standing up. Not overreacting. A woman began to talk, speaking of equality and balance, and Chen quickly noted every word he heard, albeit in his head. If he survived, his article would probably be on the front page of the UDN. While he knew that the situation would only get worse, he couldn't help but feel a slight relish at this fact. All of this soon fled from his mind though, as chaos began to erupt. Huge masses of people began screaming, running for the exits. While normally Chen was void of such emotions, the fear of the crowd around him seemed to seep into his soul. Emptier and emptier the theater became, and still Chen remained hidden in his place. Part of him was screaming for him to stand and run with the rest, but he wouldn't let himself leave the story behind. He had to see how the scenario was going to play out. The Avatar was here. Would he face off against the Neo equalists and survive? Would he flee from the conflict? Even with the apparent danger he was in, Chen felt anticipation and excitement well up within himself. Slowly, he drew a dagger and placed his hand on his throwing knives. If it came to it, and he was sure it would, he would be ready to fight.</s>	<\|message\|>Anik Anik absentmindedly kept watching the Mover even when people around him started to put on strange masks. It was only when people started to stand up that he started to take notice of the heavy air in the theater, Anik yelped then dove under his chair when a lightning bolt punctured though the Mover Screen. Anik covered his head for a moment worried the lightning bolt was still going on but to his surprised it seemed to have only happened once and a voice echoed out throughout the theater a voice of a woman, she spoke of the evils of the benders and of the Avatar whose apparently here in the theater with the Artie terrorists. Anik lift his head over the seat and watch as the Terrorist started bending all the elements, which shocked Anik since the bending Serum kills anybody who used more then one element, this woman is totally a freak of some sick experiment, or she's something different. When the bending Chaos started, Anik stayed hidden until the fight thinned out and he could use his full waterbending capability to defend himself from the terrorists. An earthbender was throwing his weight around at the Masked people, this was when Anik decided to attack. He twisted off the cap to his water holder and started to bend the water underneath the now slowly rising people and when it covered up enough ground with help of scattered fallen drinks Anik raised from the cover of the seats and raised his arms so all the water and drinks raised high up into the air and encased the masked terrorist in a giant icicle covering them from head to toe which would at least give some of the people time to defend themselves while the terrorists are trying to get out. Anik himself got ready to attack again.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Ryuu Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Kazuki has a fair complexion, slightly paler than the average citizen of the Fire Nation. He is noted to have some 'good looks' stemming from his fathers side. He dressed his clothes lazily, his robes usually draping over his hands as he doesn't fasten them and buttons are usually left unbuttoned. His hair is also usually messy and disorganized and is left to hang freely. Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 Combat Element: Fire Weapon(s): (Optional) --- Personal --- Personality: At first glance you would never actually guess Kazuki is the avatar, his pose is usually lax and slouching, a shiftless expression always seeming to rest on his face. Many are actually surprised whent hey find out he is the 'famous' avatar, but Kazuki doesn't mind nor care at their exasperated reactions and apologetic tones. He never really was one for notoriety and being well known, honestly he didn't think that the spirit would choose him to be the avatar, nor did many others expect to. His indolent nature comes from the fact that after Korra's time, everything has been quiet and peaceful. Despite this, he still tries to take the duties of the Avatar seriously, even when there's a lack of it. However, Kazuki at his very core is selfless, humble and hardworking, he goes out of his way to help out individuals in need, despite how mundane or small the issue is. And he also prefers to help people, in such a way that they don't notice they were being helped in the first place. He believes that people should be self-reliant, as he wouldn't always be there. He is also humble in a way that he actually doesn't believe he deserves to be the Avatar, and is still doubting why the spirit actually chose him. He can usually be found pensively thinking about himself and his role as the Avatar, usually having thoughts in the back of his head about many people who could actually become the Avatar better than him. Skills/Hobbies: Despite his laziness, Kazuki has untapped potential. He was easily able to grasp the three other elements, Air, Earth and Water, albeit taking a little more time to understand the workings of the element of Water, and with the help of the greatest tutors at the time. He can easily understand the intricacies of things, despite the difficulty of said thing. Background: Kazuki was simply, and lazily 'practicing' his fire arts. Fists thudding against a training dummy filled up the silent air, until elders of the nation entered the training room. They all were silently whispering amongst one another until his father stepped into the room, hs clothes draping all over the red bricked flooring, much like the elders. It didn't take a genius to know that he had been chosen to become the Avatar. His father's countenance mirrored Kazuki's, one of confusion and perplexity. He had many siblings who were more diligent than him, siblings who would better fit the role of Avatar. The people around him wore masks of congratulations and praise, however they hid contempt and jealousy. Mostly because Kazuki has never actually made an effort to do anything that would grant him such. The role of Avatar being handed over to him forced him to become more studious, more suited to actually being the Avatar. He has traveled all over to practice under notable names. They found it surprisingly easy to train Kazuki, him grasping the foundations easily. He was in the middle of advanced training to bend Lava, but was called off and had to leave to give assistance to a new uprising threat. Other: Likes Gardening.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen Book 1: Equality "New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old." --- --- The sound of boots connecting with uneven floorboards echoed throughout the hallway. A door creaked open, allowing a dim light to flood into the hallway. "Evening, ma'am. You'll be glad to know that we successfully gathered the five Waters, ten Earths, and twenty Fires that you requested. The guards are ready to use them at a moment's notice," a voice called into the old, decrepit room. Inside, the only light source was a dusty lamp sitting on the edge of a wooden desk, whose legs had rotted to a musty green color. Sitting at the desk was a woman, no older than 30. She reached for a syringe resting on the desk, its contents white and nearly translucent. She flicked the tip of the syringe, allowing the air bubbles to travel to the top. "Perfect. Tonight is the beginning of our revolution, Zhen. It's the moment our ancestors had waited for so long to see, only to have the Avatar bring it all crashing down. Speaking of which, have you confirmed that the Avatar will be present at the theater? She, above all others, must be there." The woman squeezed the syringe in order to remove any excess air. "Yes, ma'am. The Avatar is confirmed to be present at the theater tonight. Everything is in order, all you have to do is say the words, and we will execute your orders." "Thank you, Zhen. That will be all. If you'll excuse me, I must prepare for tonight." She dismissed him with a simple hand gesture. He bowed his head before leaving the room. The woman twirled her hair around, staring deeply into the mirror in front of her. "After all these centuries of plotting, I am finally the one to do the honors of bringing true equality to the world. If only you could be here to see me, father." A single tear rolled down the woman's face. "I will not fail you." --- --- Rinzen --- "Step right up! Get your tickets to the vintage premier of 'The Adventures of Nuktuk: Hero of the South'! At a price of only 25 yuan, you can see the very first mover to ever be created! This showing is sponsored by Cabbages Incorporated." Rinzen walked up to the man who was seemingly on autopilot. He started into his rehearsed line again, but cut it short as Rinzen approached him. "I'd like to buy a ticket, please." "Why, hello there, little lady. The ticket will be 25 yuan." Rinzen handed him the money, in exchange for a ticket. The ticket had a picture of Nuktuk and Juji printed on the front. Rinzen thanked the man and walked into the theater before her. She found a seat near the back, sitting at the very edge of the row. The room dimmed until the only light being produced was from the projection screen in the front. "Whose gonna fight for friends and freedom? Nuktuk!" The mover began playing, causing a wave of silence among those in the theater. --- --- @jumpadraw@Aquaknight@Raijinslayer</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian Jian was already inside of the theater, dressed in rather casual clothes as he watched from near the back of the room, shaking his head with a soft sigh. These things are so cheesy. . . I'll never understand why people still like watching stuff like this. He was only here because his mother had come over to his apartment and told him to, wanting him to get out of the house and do something besides rotting away in his house. 'It's not good for you, physically or mentally. You need to go out meet somebody, make friends, do something else' and so on and so forth. His mother didn't seem to get that, thanks to the papers, the radio, and even these goddamn movers, he was basically hated where ever he went. It had been around two years since the incident, and since he had stopped doing anything to draw attention to himself, people had begun to finally leave him be, but he doubted that anyone would ever want to be around him without spitting in his face. Already he'd gotten a dirty look from one of the ticket people, and just walking through the crowd had been an ordeal, as he just figured that someone would come forward to scream at him, call him scum, a degenerate, and so on and so forth. Every venture outside into the world was immensely draining due not only to what people say or do, but also anticipating the hatred from nearly everywhere he looked. He could never let his guard down, lest one wrong word cause him to breakdown into either tears or anger-fueled attack. Li always loved these stupid things . . . wonder if he'll come by or not.</s> <\|message\|>Chen Chen Chen approached the theater, a feeling of actual relaxation flowing through him for the first time in weeks. True, he was here officially to document the proceedings of the night for the United Daily News, but that didn't stop the mover from being fun. The last several articles he had written for the UDN had been covering rioting and violence between Nats and Arties, but for once he had been given an assignment that wasn't all doom and gloom. In all honesty, he could hardly wait to see who would show up tonight. Besides, he had always been a sucker for the classics. Chen approached the man selling the tickets to 'Nuktuk' happily paying for one and exchanging a nonchalant greeting. As he entered the the theater, the excited chatter of the crowd filled him with anticipation. Chen sat as close to the center of the theater as he could. He pulled out his notebook to take notes, and as the lights dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down, Chen cast one last glance around the theater for any VIPs before locking his gaze on the screen</s> <\|message\|>Anik Anik Anik approached the Mover Theater with a relaxed smile on his face as he walked past all the excited Mover goers lining up to get their tickets to see a Mover Classic. Nuktuk. Its still a classic even if it was propaganda at the time it came out. When Anik walked up to the Mover Ticket stand he had to stand on his toes to look the seller in the eyes without the stand blocking half his face. After getting his ticket Anik sat himself close to the front but not to close so that he would need to crane his neck to watch the mover. While Anik waited for the mover to start, Anik's thoughts went back to all the stories about the conflict between the Arties and Nats. Anik himself is squarely on the side of the Nats since he is one, but he wondered if his dear sister would ever side with the Arties, he would like to think not, but you never expect somethings until it happens. Anik's morose thoughts were cut short when the Mover Started, so he instead of focusing on current events he decided to focus on the past of Mover.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Ryuu Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like. "Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late." Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction. Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man, "... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying "Enjoy the show." Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this. As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more, "Sorry." The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering, "That guys is so rude." "Doesn't he look familiar?" "Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats." Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders, "Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Fafnir Sigurd nickname Title: The Red Knight Age: 200 Gender: Male Rank: Mix Nordic Race: DrakkenDrakkens are beings that result from the mergence/fusion of a willing dragon and human, sacrificing their souls and individualities for their souls to become the homogeneous mixture that is a Drakken. Drakkens are technicly a new being, but resemble both qualities, memories, and skills of their former counterparts. For instance, if the human that made the Drakken was good with swords or magic spells, then so would that Drakken, additionally, if the dragon that made up the Drakken can breathe fire, so too can the Drakken. However the more complex and rare a skill/ability is, the more likely it will not be transfered to the Drakken, or modified to some degree once transfered. A Drakken on the surface may seem like a singular conscience, but it is driven by two consciences collectively, any attempt at mind control or telepathy may cause chaos in mental conditions for both the Drakken and the being who is using such mind powers, as the collected conscience can cause an enigmatic disruption or chaotic factor to such abilities. Drakkens are not perfect humans, nor perfect dragons, and can shift between both their 'human' and 'dragon' form at any time. Like ability transfering, their forms often resemble the originally counterparts that make up the drakken, however there are differences that are influenced by the other half. For instance, the human form will often possess reptilian eyes, horns, wings, tails, claws, and/or other draconic features in any combination, While the dragon form may have a humanoid appearance, or even variations in over all design such as size differences, color scheme, scale type, etc. Powers/qualities: Passive ascension of physical abilities such as strength, speed, and stamina compared to the average human, this trait is most noticeable in the human form, also increases senses. Like all dragons fire/heat immunity is also another trait, and the luminating eye property that is common with many dragons which offers night vision. Minor regeneration which can allow major injuries and limb loss to regrow over time, as well as loss of scales or scars. However the regeneration process takes weeks or months depending on the wound or limb loss, and cannot save him from fatal wounds unless he was kept alive by some other source long enough for the regeneration to fix it. (if he was missing a heart that could take a month and a half.). Timeless, Dragons are not impaired by age and are immortal against time, so dying naturally is an impossibility for them. Scales are naturally as durable as solid iron, which can make them difficult to damage. In his human form his wings and tail are the only scales he has access too, so for additional protection armor is necessary. If he finds weather unfavorable, or because too stressed or angered, his body will heat up by use of creating fires inside of him, making him as hot as a furnace. His blood will become kept at boiling temperatures and upon touch can mildly burn and irritate skin to some degree, though the damage wouldn't be major just painful. Additionally while in this state, water will evaporate off of him, which can be a weakness as the steam can blind him. Heating up his body also expends much of his energy as he is naturally cold-blooded, even in his human state. Production and manipulation of fire, usually a fire breathe. Has a variety of others methods of fire manipulation as well, spawning flames off or in his body he can create fireballs and other such methods, and can even change pressure and heat of the flames to some extent. Transforms between human and dragon forms. Partial transformation such as half-dragon state, or temporarily shifting his body like his hand becoming a dragon's head can also be used like this. His dragon form oftens drastic improvements in physical qualities (other then mobility) but suffers from being a bigger target and while much more destructive, its easier to battle a singular opponent in the human form, the human form also of course allows use of his weapons. Has little control over his full dragon form, and doesn't willingly go into that form as of now. Toxic breathe which can cause nausea within those that breathe it and can disort senses in prolonged exposure, similar suffocation effect like carbon monoxide in high concentrations in small closed in areas and rooms. Tends to be flammable. Immunity to most (but not all) toxins, acids, venoms, and pathogens. Only the most extreme or strong enough blights mentioned can effect him. He can filter through toxic air chemicals such as his own toxic breathe. His blood can be processed into an almost universal anti-venom or kill certain biological toxins, with the right person who knows how to use and mix it. Teeth and claws contains venom similiar to a komodo dragon's, the venom causes hemmorage and slowly kills the victim, however it is easily treatable and won't be fatal until a week, but while in effect wounds won't stop bleeding and fatigue may plague those infected, those with high immunities can easily beat off the cure within a few days before it gets fatal. In his half dragon and full dragon state his saliva is corrosive, capable of erroding weak rocks, soils, and pure common metals (such as iron and copper, but not steel, silver, or bronze. Alloids and rare metals don't get corroded.), and can eat away flesh, however flesh will start to have major dissolve wounds after 2 minutes of remaining in contact with the liquid, so its easily avoidable. Weaknesses: His pride. Cold weather (Forces him to expend energy to heat himself up, can last about 5 minutes in weather conditions at freezing point or below.) Ice and other cold based attacks. Appearances: In his human form he constantly has crimson wings and a long tail to match with a barbed point. Both wings and tail stick out of armor. His eyes constantly glow like dim candle flames. 5 meters tall, however tends to be hunched in this form so he appears 4 meters tall instead. Used to have a set of armor for this form but that armor had been destroyed. Half dragon state is much easier to control then his full dragon state. He tends to get more brutal in this state. Scales tend to be a bit weaker in this form, though fully clad, his scales are more like leather then iron in this state, unlike the scales he has in his human form on areas like the tail, and his entire body in his full dragon state. His scales also become more black then red, with wing membrane and underbelly becoming red. Despite his larger size he is actually swifter in this form both in the air and on foot, but he his much more vulnerable to physical damage as his scales are barely stronger then human skin, and he lacks any sort of armor to make up for it. 30 meters long, on all fours with its neck raised it is 20 meters tall. Has yet to be able to use this form properly as going into this transformation will force him into an enraged, rampaging state, destroying friend and foe a like in blind destruction. His Outer scales turn black instead of red, and his underbelly scutes become plated crimson. Bio: Reclusive of his past, little does he reveal about himself other then his age. He is well skilled with his Axe as it has been designed to channel his firepower into it, The axe is also large enough to be used in his half-dragon state. He is easily angered and is very prideful of himself and his draconic origins. Aside from pride he respects honor above all else. Unless angered or finds speaking necessary, he is not a man of words. Values the ideals of kinship and respects his allies, unless he finds them too inferior for him to fight alongside with, and too foolish or bothersome to train.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart Saya watched him walk off before looking at fruit salesman whom was no longer angry. He was in fact beaming at the amount of gold. It was much more than what he needed to replace the stall and his fruit. Saya blinked, seeing that this man showed no signs of wanting to return what he didn't need. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to hear the salesman's thoughts. I'm rich! That idiot didn't even think twice about... Saya opened her eyes, a sudden look of distaste appearing on her face at this man's dishonesty. It quickly vanished though as her expression once again became deadpanned. She stared at the merchant, speaking into his mind using his own voice. That was pretty dishonest of you. What?! Who are you?! I am your conscience. Don't you think that you should give some of that back? Why would I do that exactly?! It is the right thing to do. Remember, all of your actions have consequences. She made the voice at the end of the sentence deep and demonic, causing a frightened expression to appear on the merchant's face. He hurriedly stuffed about half of the gold back into the bag and handed it to Saya saying, "P-please! Find that man and give this back to him!" he said, afraid that if he didn't something terrible would happen to him. Saya nodded before taking the bag, the gold inside it weighing her down quite a bit. "Alirght." she said calmly before going off in the direction that the drakken went. He was pretty easy to spot, so when she saw him, she went up to him as quickly as she could holding the heavy sack of doom. She bumped into a few people on the way, and they yelled at her. She ignored them and went up behind the drakken. "Hey," she said, trying to get his attention.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I would turn, my candle like eyes looking down towards the stranger that wanted my attention. In response, I would kneel down so that I was eye level with her. "Yes?" As I spoke, my tail would slither behind my left leg, almost coiling around it.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Here," Saya said as she tried to hold the bag of gold up to him. It was a pretty difficult task since she wasn't that strong, but she managed to hold it up enough. "He gave some back."</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I gave a warm smile to my bag with some returning gold in it, and the girl who presented it to me. "Thank you for bringing this to me." I said, taking the heavy bag off of her burden with ease. "I won't forget this. Stranger, if you ever need a favor, call upon me. Sir Fafnir, at your service." I'd stand up, and gave her a proper bow with one hand on my chest. "You wouldn't happen to have any favors needed now, would you?" Though my voice was still rough and deep it had a certain enchanting tone to it, like the soft ambient crackling of a fire.</s> <\|message\|>Nilos Watching the young boy speaking the older woman, Nilos felt bad interrupting but being that this boy looks less threatening, he took a chance as the boy turned to look at him and Nilos looked back down with a nervous look in his eyes but a gentle smile wearing on his face. Looking over at the older woman quickly gather her things, his attention was brought back to the young fellow going by the name of Saghira. He seemed quite friendly and talkative. he obviously looked like he lived in the town the way he was dressed and what Nilos just noticed with the sharpened teeth and black claws he sported....almost like a kitten in Nilos eyes. Poor looking, dressed in rags, he wondered why such a child would not be well taken cared of. Introducing himself and trying to introduce the lady that dipped out on him, Nilos quietly chuckled from the funny scene before speaking up. "It's a pleasure to meet you Saghira. That lady must've been in a rush. " he smiled "I-I'm Nilos...." he said with a slight bow. "Are you from this town?" he asked even though he didn't have to ask something obvious. "I just arrived today and I...um....well I was uh..wondering..I-If y-you could...sh-show me...around?" he said twiddling his index fingers feeling bashful about asking someone for help, not knowing what the boy would say. ------------------------------------------ DewStein Oh! he must've hit a nerve. Bala watched the man respond with a hint of anger and really, Bala didn't find him threatening but amusing. Hiding his amusement by his reaction, Bala raised an eyebrow and placed his palms up as they faced Rorack. he was going to have to approach him differently now. "Whoa whoa now, I didn't mean any harm or disrespect by that. It's just, looking at your tail...it looks like that of a dragon's and was just guessing. Plus I've never seen you here before....." he looked him up and down and placed his hands in his pocket as there was something strapped to the boy's back that looked like a stick. "I'm Bala...I'm a resident here...I'm sorry about my attitude earlier...I've just dealt with some nasty people and they sort of rubbed off on me. They think just because I look feminine, they could just treat me any way..." he said. "Okay..hopefully this should calm him but....his reaction. Why would a noble or pure blood be worried about someone knowing their status? usually they are proud of their status and would not hesitate to remind people of who and what they are...they wouldn't even look at me in the eyes and would basically demand things...almost like he did but he just wanted to know my name and his speech...he didn't sound like he was from the streets like me. he sounded plenty educated. So....the thing I'm concluding is, he's trying to hide his status so to not be treated like one...as if he's bored of that life, or he's hiding from someone by not making himself known, or...he's just upset that a slave class like me figured him out already and talked to him like I did." he thought to himself trying to read Rorack's expression</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Now?" Saya thought about it for a moment. She then took out the list she was given before and looked it over. "Have you seen a shop that sells rice?" she asked. She didn't really need anything at the moment, except for directions. She didn't come into town often enough to know where every shop was.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I puzzled on the thought for a moment, trying to recall when I smelled rice. After a minute or two later, I'd point to my left. "Down that way I recall seeing a rice stand." I said, happy that I could assist.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart Saya smiled a little, which wasn't as rare as it would seem with her attitude. "Thank you." she said before beginning to go in that direction. She stopped abruptly though, almost causing a person to walk into her. The person walked around her, glaring at her. She turned back to Fafnir and said, "I am Saya."</s>	<\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd "May fate have our paths cross again, Saya." I smiled back before walking in the opposite direction, most of the bystanders would have to move away from intimidating size. I'd sling the sac of gold over my shoulder, next to a massive axe that was big even for my height.</s>
<\|description\|>Fafnir Sigurd nickname Title: The Red Knight Age: 200 Gender: Male Rank: Mix Nordic Race: DrakkenDrakkens are beings that result from the mergence/fusion of a willing dragon and human, sacrificing their souls and individualities for their souls to become the homogeneous mixture that is a Drakken. Drakkens are technicly a new being, but resemble both qualities, memories, and skills of their former counterparts. For instance, if the human that made the Drakken was good with swords or magic spells, then so would that Drakken, additionally, if the dragon that made up the Drakken can breathe fire, so too can the Drakken. However the more complex and rare a skill/ability is, the more likely it will not be transfered to the Drakken, or modified to some degree once transfered. A Drakken on the surface may seem like a singular conscience, but it is driven by two consciences collectively, any attempt at mind control or telepathy may cause chaos in mental conditions for both the Drakken and the being who is using such mind powers, as the collected conscience can cause an enigmatic disruption or chaotic factor to such abilities. Drakkens are not perfect humans, nor perfect dragons, and can shift between both their 'human' and 'dragon' form at any time. Like ability transfering, their forms often resemble the originally counterparts that make up the drakken, however there are differences that are influenced by the other half. For instance, the human form will often possess reptilian eyes, horns, wings, tails, claws, and/or other draconic features in any combination, While the dragon form may have a humanoid appearance, or even variations in over all design such as size differences, color scheme, scale type, etc. Powers/qualities: Passive ascension of physical abilities such as strength, speed, and stamina compared to the average human, this trait is most noticeable in the human form, also increases senses. Like all dragons fire/heat immunity is also another trait, and the luminating eye property that is common with many dragons which offers night vision. Minor regeneration which can allow major injuries and limb loss to regrow over time, as well as loss of scales or scars. However the regeneration process takes weeks or months depending on the wound or limb loss, and cannot save him from fatal wounds unless he was kept alive by some other source long enough for the regeneration to fix it. (if he was missing a heart that could take a month and a half.). Timeless, Dragons are not impaired by age and are immortal against time, so dying naturally is an impossibility for them. Scales are naturally as durable as solid iron, which can make them difficult to damage. In his human form his wings and tail are the only scales he has access too, so for additional protection armor is necessary. If he finds weather unfavorable, or because too stressed or angered, his body will heat up by use of creating fires inside of him, making him as hot as a furnace. His blood will become kept at boiling temperatures and upon touch can mildly burn and irritate skin to some degree, though the damage wouldn't be major just painful. Additionally while in this state, water will evaporate off of him, which can be a weakness as the steam can blind him. Heating up his body also expends much of his energy as he is naturally cold-blooded, even in his human state. Production and manipulation of fire, usually a fire breathe. Has a variety of others methods of fire manipulation as well, spawning flames off or in his body he can create fireballs and other such methods, and can even change pressure and heat of the flames to some extent. Transforms between human and dragon forms. Partial transformation such as half-dragon state, or temporarily shifting his body like his hand becoming a dragon's head can also be used like this. His dragon form oftens drastic improvements in physical qualities (other then mobility) but suffers from being a bigger target and while much more destructive, its easier to battle a singular opponent in the human form, the human form also of course allows use of his weapons. Has little control over his full dragon form, and doesn't willingly go into that form as of now. Toxic breathe which can cause nausea within those that breathe it and can disort senses in prolonged exposure, similar suffocation effect like carbon monoxide in high concentrations in small closed in areas and rooms. Tends to be flammable. Immunity to most (but not all) toxins, acids, venoms, and pathogens. Only the most extreme or strong enough blights mentioned can effect him. He can filter through toxic air chemicals such as his own toxic breathe. His blood can be processed into an almost universal anti-venom or kill certain biological toxins, with the right person who knows how to use and mix it. Teeth and claws contains venom similiar to a komodo dragon's, the venom causes hemmorage and slowly kills the victim, however it is easily treatable and won't be fatal until a week, but while in effect wounds won't stop bleeding and fatigue may plague those infected, those with high immunities can easily beat off the cure within a few days before it gets fatal. In his half dragon and full dragon state his saliva is corrosive, capable of erroding weak rocks, soils, and pure common metals (such as iron and copper, but not steel, silver, or bronze. Alloids and rare metals don't get corroded.), and can eat away flesh, however flesh will start to have major dissolve wounds after 2 minutes of remaining in contact with the liquid, so its easily avoidable. Weaknesses: His pride. Cold weather (Forces him to expend energy to heat himself up, can last about 5 minutes in weather conditions at freezing point or below.) Ice and other cold based attacks. Appearances: In his human form he constantly has crimson wings and a long tail to match with a barbed point. Both wings and tail stick out of armor. His eyes constantly glow like dim candle flames. 5 meters tall, however tends to be hunched in this form so he appears 4 meters tall instead. Used to have a set of armor for this form but that armor had been destroyed. Half dragon state is much easier to control then his full dragon state. He tends to get more brutal in this state. Scales tend to be a bit weaker in this form, though fully clad, his scales are more like leather then iron in this state, unlike the scales he has in his human form on areas like the tail, and his entire body in his full dragon state. His scales also become more black then red, with wing membrane and underbelly becoming red. Despite his larger size he is actually swifter in this form both in the air and on foot, but he his much more vulnerable to physical damage as his scales are barely stronger then human skin, and he lacks any sort of armor to make up for it. 30 meters long, on all fours with its neck raised it is 20 meters tall. Has yet to be able to use this form properly as going into this transformation will force him into an enraged, rampaging state, destroying friend and foe a like in blind destruction. His Outer scales turn black instead of red, and his underbelly scutes become plated crimson. Bio: Reclusive of his past, little does he reveal about himself other then his age. He is well skilled with his Axe as it has been designed to channel his firepower into it, The axe is also large enough to be used in his half-dragon state. He is easily angered and is very prideful of himself and his draconic origins. Aside from pride he respects honor above all else. Unless angered or finds speaking necessary, he is not a man of words. Values the ideals of kinship and respects his allies, unless he finds them too inferior for him to fight alongside with, and too foolish or bothersome to train.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard @King Tai "Ah yes, just head straight down that way and look for the building that has the dragon scales all over the front," Rorack informed her, "You don't need to leave if you don't want to either." Turning back to Bala he cocked his head, "Rush you to go with me? I am just helping someone out. And as I said before my social rank is no concern of yours. I don't like giving it out because it makes people treat me different depending on who it is. I also hate having to keep up appearances with my rank as I find it...well a drag."</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala looked on at Rorack giving a sigh "Nothing...nevermind...let's just get going..." turning to Hope "Yeah you're not being a bother but perhaps we'll see each other some time....possibly go out for some drinks with my friend and I" Bala mentioned "I guess we are more like associates than friends...I don't have friends...but having these two on my side knowing they are of higher rank will definitely help me get out of this shit hole....Zaldana will have to pay me just to be in my presence..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein @King Tai "Thank you again Rorack. And no I think I would head out I want to get a room rented and then get some food I have not eaten in a bit and I am hungry." Hope said. "It was nice to meet you Rorack and Bala and I hope to see you both around here again I plan on stay for a while." Hope said again. "Have a good day and see you both around" Hope put the ruby's that Rorack gave her in her bag and head off in the direction he pointed looking for the Inn he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fenfeir sighs feeling his coinpurse" I sold a ship for so little"he looks crestfallen and decides to look for an inn" hopefully I can make a little more coin in this city" he spots a small group of people walking towards an inn as he spots the sparkle of a gem causing his gaze to linger" well then</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ Now most people would have run in terror, while even braver men would have at least been a bit shaken by his transformation. Titania however, was to excited to even imagine being afraid, "Oh wow..." She began walking around him getting rather close, mentally measuring things and getting an idea for his shape, "You sure know how to peak a girls interest that's for sure." She walked the length of his tail and took a good look at everything, "I assume you still want to be able to fly?" She began looking over and scrutinizing him before slowly nodding to herself, "The good news is I have a very dangerous idea, the bad news is the metal I would require is rare but worth the price..." She finally locked eyes with him and a smirk of her own formed on her lips, "What if I told you I could make you an armor that not only would be durable enough to protect you in this massive form but...Also could transform with you to fit your two sizes..." The glow in her eyes was one of dangerous excitement, she could barely contain all her enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen shakes his head and hops onto a building sighing" I can't just go around trying to take people's things"he looks around and sees a gray wing. growing curious he moves soundlessly towards the object coming to cover over a dragon he smiles and hides thinking " holy crap a dragon just chilling in an alleyway...wonder if it knows a good place to sleep." He hops onto the side as a piece of roofing comes loose falling down towards them.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My eyes watched her, smiling as if I enjoyed the attention of my form being appreciated so. "Hah, of course I still want to fly," I said, boasting a bit. As she observed me I would show off what my body had to offer in the form, mostly by slithering the tail and raising the wings. It was the first time someone had ever shower such interest and excitement for my glorious body, which only fed my ego further and gave me a toothy grin, or an attempt at one, through my dinosaur like head. My leathery, lizard like black scales draped over my body. After she had finished looking over me, I would flap my wings once, which caused a wave of air to spread about me, powerful enough to mimic the air waves of a helicopter taking off. Doing this as to show off more. My now forked tongue licked the air briefly, and I would hunch down further so my head was close to her. "Sounds perfect to me. Where do we get this metal?" My reptilian, illuminating eyes beaming back to her. Tail flicking behind me and wings resting in a frozen position. "Such an armor is definitely something worth my wealth." My voice got a bit softer, not as enchanting as the fire-like voice I previously had, and had a minor echoing effect to it. The axe I had on my back was big enough to fit on me, it even looked like it could be wielded by my clawed hands.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen tries landing gracefully as to minimize the damage from the two story fall as the dragon flaps it's wings and throws off his landing causing him to roll and face plant into the dragons forearm.he sits motionless for a few moments before regaining consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd My eyes darted away from the beautiful blacksmith to the bothersome presence that fell in my arm. My burning eyes glared at the stranger that had decided to leap on me. "Who goes there?" I said with a more menacing tone to the stranger. As he regained conscience I would drop him on the ground and press my right theropod-like foot against the lower half of his body, in an attempt to imprison him.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar He feels his legs becoming pinned down and before he can pull away he's held fast and laughs" I guess the stories don't joke about a dragons strength " he looks up into your eyes with a defiant smirk." Sorry I fell on you your wings goofed my landing. He lays his hands behind his head and asks with intentions of fueling his ego and learning more about him" I'm sorry to have disturbed such a mighty individual such as yourself and will use every skill I have to compensate someone so much greater than i" he bows low</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Fenfeir Titania watched with rapt attention as he slithered his tail and raised his wings, he was definitely an amazing creature to say the least, not only that but he also wanted her to make this crazy transforming armor she had thought of and to her this day could not get better, "It's a metal called Mithril...And it's rarer and harder to get a hold of than any other..." She raised her index finger, "Either the two of us...or just me...would have to go on a quest to retrieve enough Mithril to make your armor..." She would have continued speaking when suddenly a strange man just fell into their conversation and her employer proceeded to pin him to the ground, "Was he spying or lost?"</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "See you around Hope. Enjoy your stay," Rorack said waving to her. Shifting his gaze to Bala he raised a brow and smiled, "Friends huh? You are warming up fast." Putting his arm around Bala's shoulder as a friendly gesture he started walking with him outside the gate.</s>	<\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night "I will happily accompany you on this quest." I grinned back at her. "Hopefully that will give me a discount." pleased by his praising, id give the intruder a cocky and sly smirk through my draconic head. "Mm, you should listen well to such legends, child. Dragons such as myself should not be trifled with. You should be careful not to invoke the wrath of Fafnir, the great and terrible."</s>
<\|description\|>Lapis Sex: Female Age: 20 Social Rank: Mutt Mother - Isis; Egyptian Goddess of Protection, Magic, Healing, and Wisdom Father - Entertainer of the Middle Class Appearance: Powers: Lapis has a natural affinity for magic but instead of just learning magic as a whole she focused on learning light magic, sand magic, and protection magic. Light due to its beauty and it's usefulness in the world of entertainment and due to her grandfather's little shows he put on for her using light from the sun. Sand due to her heritage and her connection to Egypt. Protection magic due to her mother being the goddess of protection, protection magic is mainly just barriers and shields and such. Lapis also learned a single transportation spell that allows her to teleport either herself or a group of people(including herself) to where ever she wishes. She typically only teleports herself to Egpyt to visit her mother and god side of the family. Lapis has natural healing abilities. She not only is adept at knowing how to treat wounds and different herbs that help with different situations(her natural wisdom helps) but she also has the ability to heal faster than normal and she can heal others(partially due to her natural affinity to magic despite the healing being separate from her magic). Healing herself and others does take a toll on her though so she only does it on occasion. Her mother is often depicted with magical wings of a sort and Lapis inherited said wings. She can grow and hide her wings whenever she pleases. Her wings are depicted in the picture below. Personality: Lapis is quite friendly and outgoing. She has a bright and bubbly personality and is a natural born entertainer. She has a way with words and can be quite enchanting which helps her captivate audiences. Lapis also has a strong sense of protectiveness over everyone due to her mother's blood running through her. When she can, she offers her assistance which can often end with her getting hurt in order to protect someone else. Bio: Lapis's father met and fell in love with Isis when he was performing down in Egpyt. Her mother eventually ended up pregnant with Lapis which caused slight problems between Isis and her husband Osiris. Although in the end he came to accept what happened between Lapis's father and Isis. They came up with a plan to have Lapis's maternal side a secret until she was 10 so Lapis and her father moved away from Egypt when Lapis was born. As Lapis grew older her father introduced her to the world of entertainment, keeping her mother a secret like it was planned. Lapis became an entertainer when she was only five and followed in her father's footsteps until the day her father passed away due to illness when she was seven. It was then that Isis came and retrieved the girl and told her of her heritage. Isis and Osiris took it upon themselves to raise Lapis from that point on, Osiris becoming a second father to the girl. Lapis grew from that point on to who she is today. A traveling entertainer but also a protector of life. Following in both of her parents' footsteps.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai Rorack's eyebrow arched and he smiled, "I would love to have you accompany me even if it is only temporarily. Though something that may displease you is I won't be disclosing my social statis unless it really needs to be known." He narrowed his eyes and switch to a serious expression on that last part making sure emphasis was put on it. I will not use my social rank unless I need some emergency funds. I don't know if that will discourage the boy from joining me but I want him to know the rules before he joins with me, if he even does.</s> <\|message\|>Lapis "No offense to your bodyguard but what good will he be at protecting her against a bounty hunter with more supernatural powers. I know I may not seem like much but protecting others runs through my blood." Lapis told him a look of pure determination on her face. Her mother's blood was on the forefront now. An almost ethereal glow coming off of her skin as the magic from her mother's blood coursed through her veins.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Hm?" Alexander looked at her curiously before smiling. "I see. It's true that he has no powers," he said as the bodyguard seem unfazed, as though this had been pointed out in the past. "Plus, your determination impresses me." he said, his smile widening a bit. This had the potential to simplify matters for him. "Well, if you can protect her, I'd be glad to have your help, miss Lapis." --- Saya finished organizing the pantry and was about to get to work cooking before the old woman said, "You can take a break, dear. We can do the rest." Saya looked at her and nodded before leaving the kitchen. She wondered if it was because of the small fire from before as she walked through the hallways. She ended up going back to the garden and sitting down in the flower bed. She picked one of the blue flowers next to her and looked at it. She put it in her hair and laid down, looking up at the sky.</s> <\|message\|>Lapis Lapis smiled, "It is a part of who I am and after what a great customer you were it is the least I can do." She told him. "I don't believe I have met your sister though so I will need you to introduce me to her and you should probably explain the situation to her. She does have the right to know. "</s> <\|message\|>Bala DewStein "I knew it...I knew he'd want me to join and was a bit too excited and suuure....I figured he was not going to use his status...looks like we will be camping in the wild and streets like usual. I sure know how to pick them... Bala thought "That's ok, it's your call to make either way. I'm used to the camping and traveling, not having much..so it's not a big deal." trying to be as yielding as possible. He heard the seriousness in his voice about the status situation. "even if we don't use his status...I have new muscle to keep more powerful people and Nobles off me. I know of nobles in these different towns...I did sleep with a noble's daughter once...and now she's fallen for male slaves...she's more than likely baring one's offspring now...so I'm sure I can find another to degrade...</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Leonheart Alexander nodded and said, "She should be back home right now." He then remembered that Lapis was in between performances. "After you're done here, I'll take you to see her if that's alright?"</s> <\|message\|>Lapis "Sounds good to me. I only have one more performance so if you excuse me I shall go do that then we can continue from there." Lapis said before turning and beginning to walk, she then stopped and looked over her shoulder. "You are always welcome to come watch." She added with a wink before heading back to where she performs. When she walked to what was her stage in a sense the musicians began to play and the show immediately started, this show was the special one of the day since it included her wings and flying through the air which always captivated the audience even more so than her shows normally did.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My ears perked up to the announcement for a show of metal works. Looking for the source, I wondered if this show was hosted by a truly talented blacksmith or some similar occupation. I'd rush through the crowd, trying not to push people out of the way but my massive size made this impossible. Towering over the crowd, my candle like eyes focused on the girl, center staged, and her crafts.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Leonheart Alexander didn't have any more business to take care of, so he decided that he would watch. He only got close enough to see since he did not want to disturb the crowd too much.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai Rorack did a half smile hearing Bala was willing to travel with him. "Well then get what you need and meet me at the front gate in twenty minutes. There is something I would like to see before heading out," giving Bala a slight bow he headed off towards the crowd of people.</s> <\|message\|>Bala DewStein "Get what I need?...I have what I need strapped to my back...I just need to grab a bag of coins and I'm good to go." Bala nodded "Alright....see ya around..." giving a small salute and going back into the brothel, walking into his chambers where the three girls were still waiting for him but entertained themselves while he was away. The smell of wine and smoke from the peace pipe and hookahs filled the brothel and his chambers up as he grabbed the coins he made...well...stolen and traded to make. Strapping the coins on his side and a little extra down his pants just in case anyone tried stealing what he had, Bala pointed to the girls "Don't you say a damn word to Zaldana about me leaving. I don't want to hear her damn mouth. You whore can continue doing whatever...I'll be back soon...and don't use up all of my oil either!" he said looking around making sure his boss was nowhere in sight.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Of Night@dragonmancer Rorack was curious as to what the girl was going to do. Walking up he stood beside a really tall fellow. Feeling slightly drawn to him as if he were related to him but not in a familial manner. He looked up at the man/beast, "I don't think I have seen one of your kind before," Rorack said trying to get a conversation out of him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @King Tai Roxane was skipping down past the stalls she wasn't interested in. Many of the places she thought were useless she would often vandalize. Not paying attention she bumped and fell onto a small boy. "Hey you little twerp, you need to watch were you stand," she angrily griped.</s> <\|message\|>Saghira Kadar the Thief "Um...I-I was wanting to find m-maybe a.....map for...travel...and...I would like...to see...what attractions this town have." Saghira's grin stretched a little wider, watching Nilos--his elder and superior--anxiously stuttering about. Of all the people to be scared of talking to, this was very flattering! Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure he knew where that all was himself--he wasn't a native, despite appearances. But judging by his lighter skin tone and dress, Nilos probably wasn't used to the common market set-up of the region, while Saghira had been navigating these types of venues all his life. And being as jittery as his new friend was...Saghira was happy to help. He opened his mouth to say so, but just got a mouthful of sand and a half-elf on top of him, being rather rude about the whole thing. X @Kit DewStein @King Tai</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Kit DewStein Titania hadn't slowed down even a bit, her eyes darted around to each person as they walked over and had themselves a good look at all her items, not only was she talking to each person and smiling brightly but her expert eyes for detail were watching every person to make sure no one tried to rob her, She was not going to go hungry tonight. While doing this her eyes scanned across the crowd and the person who stood out to her was a very large man with glowing candle eyes, not a completely unbelievable sight in this crazy mixed up world, but still quite odd. And next to him stood another powerful looking man, However she wasn't there to gawk the five minutes had passed and she needed to get started. With a deep breath she spoke to the medium sized group that had gathered, including the two strange men, "Alright everyone if you could just step back about 10 feet. I'll start the show." After everyone had taken the time to step back Titania picked up an old sword that she had found in a ditch a few days prior, it was cracked in many places, rusted and quite damaged. then she grabbed a piece of iron. Titania held them up so everyone could see and then when she pulled them back down in front of herself the "fireworks" really began. Her hands suddenly started to glow until they were as hot as a forge and she began working on the sword, heating the metal with her bare hands and basically reforging the sword in a matter of minutes. Once it was ready for the anvil she laid the sword down on it, let her hands cool down and then she reached her hand into the air and let out a loud whistle as a Blacksmith's hammer seemed to fall right out of the sky and land perfectly in it. She began working quickly a true master of her craft, suddenly a shadow covered the crowd and what looked like a Hawk landed on her shoulder, upon further inspection the crowd would begin gasping at the realization that the bird was completely made of steel and iron with a soft blue light glowing in it's eyes and between the gears in it's chest. Titania was completely unfazed at Horus's presence, he always watched her work so she barely even noticed he was there. with a deep breath she picked up the sword that now looked brand new, with the tips of her fingers she slowly sharpened it, sending sparks flying for the crowd effect. After that she held up the beautiful new sword for the crowd to see, sharp and shining beautifully in the sun of the hot day, "All the weapons I'm selling are made in this way...with the touch of the gods..." Titania turned to her wagon and pulled off a little box about 1 square foot in diameter, it was made of all kinds of gears and metal and on the top was a small button. The moment she sat the box down she pressed the button and the gears started turning something inside and then suddenly the air was filled with peaceful and beautiful music. A sweet and attractive smile played across Her lips as she went and stood behind her booth, people now buying much more than before.</s> <\|message\|>Nilos @Kit DewStein When Saghira was about to speak and Nilos about to listen intently, Saghira was knocked down by this elf woman who snapped at him "Oh! Saghira!" Nilos said hurrying to kneel down and try to help him "Are you okay Saghira?" then turning to the elf "Are you hurt anywhere, Miss?" Nilos asked politely to the half elf girl. The look of worry was on his face, looking at the two. Last thing he wanted to see was people getting injured.</s> <\|message\|>Roxane Hunter Tai@Entropsy "MISS? Do I look like a damn grandma," Roxane snapped at Nilos. Getting up she brushed herself off, "Man you look like a wuss." She looked him up and down.</s>	<\|message\|>Lapis As the finale to her performace Lapis created a giant sand snake that she rode on the head of making it go up about 30ft in the air before the sand snake exploded into fireworks of a sort as she began to free fall. The crowd gasped as she let herself fall until about 5ft from the ground when her wings shot out of her bag and she propelled herself back into the air with a spin as she released butterflies of light right as the music came to an extravagant end. Lapis flew down to the ground and landed folding her wings as she bowed. People came up to her talking about her show and others asked her to perform at a dinner party or something along the same lines. When the crowd finally calmed and dispersed Lapis made her way back over to Alex stretching her wings one last time before they disappeared into her back. "I am all yours now." Lapis said before realizing how that could come off. "Not in that way though, I mean I'm done with performances and can offer my assistance" She blurted out flushing from embarrassment.</s>
<\|description\|>Lapis Sex: Female Age: 20 Social Rank: Mutt Mother - Isis; Egyptian Goddess of Protection, Magic, Healing, and Wisdom Father - Entertainer of the Middle Class Appearance: Powers: Lapis has a natural affinity for magic but instead of just learning magic as a whole she focused on learning light magic, sand magic, and protection magic. Light due to its beauty and it's usefulness in the world of entertainment and due to her grandfather's little shows he put on for her using light from the sun. Sand due to her heritage and her connection to Egypt. Protection magic due to her mother being the goddess of protection, protection magic is mainly just barriers and shields and such. Lapis also learned a single transportation spell that allows her to teleport either herself or a group of people(including herself) to where ever she wishes. She typically only teleports herself to Egpyt to visit her mother and god side of the family. Lapis has natural healing abilities. She not only is adept at knowing how to treat wounds and different herbs that help with different situations(her natural wisdom helps) but she also has the ability to heal faster than normal and she can heal others(partially due to her natural affinity to magic despite the healing being separate from her magic). Healing herself and others does take a toll on her though so she only does it on occasion. Her mother is often depicted with magical wings of a sort and Lapis inherited said wings. She can grow and hide her wings whenever she pleases. Her wings are depicted in the picture below. Personality: Lapis is quite friendly and outgoing. She has a bright and bubbly personality and is a natural born entertainer. She has a way with words and can be quite enchanting which helps her captivate audiences. Lapis also has a strong sense of protectiveness over everyone due to her mother's blood running through her. When she can, she offers her assistance which can often end with her getting hurt in order to protect someone else. Bio: Lapis's father met and fell in love with Isis when he was performing down in Egpyt. Her mother eventually ended up pregnant with Lapis which caused slight problems between Isis and her husband Osiris. Although in the end he came to accept what happened between Lapis's father and Isis. They came up with a plan to have Lapis's maternal side a secret until she was 10 so Lapis and her father moved away from Egypt when Lapis was born. As Lapis grew older her father introduced her to the world of entertainment, keeping her mother a secret like it was planned. Lapis became an entertainer when she was only five and followed in her father's footsteps until the day her father passed away due to illness when she was seven. It was then that Isis came and retrieved the girl and told her of her heritage. Isis and Osiris took it upon themselves to raise Lapis from that point on, Osiris becoming a second father to the girl. Lapis grew from that point on to who she is today. A traveling entertainer but also a protector of life. Following in both of her parents' footsteps.</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein "Hm? fishing for your rank? I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just simply mentioning what Inns we have so you would know what to expect to look for but since you've brought that up....nice to meet a pure blood...and Hope, is it? That's a pretty name. I'm Bala...." he said watching her. She's starting to think I'm up to something.... at that moment Rorack came over and spoke to the girl "What's he up to? is he trying to get in my way from getting her or using her or does he want me for himself?" watching him a moment, focused. He made the face that said: what are you doing? towards Rorack</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein@King Tai Hope turned to look at the new arrival as he bowed to me. "Yes actually I asked here were I could find an Inn to stay at and he told me about all three the slave, the middle class and the noble Inns." I replied. "I told him either the middle class or noble Inn would fine." I turned toward Bala and said "Nice to meet you Bala." I then turned back to the new arrival. "I'm Hope Morgan. And you are?" I asked the man.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "Hope, that is a beautiful name," the male said with a flick of his tail, "My name is Rorack. You should check out Fire Stone Inn, my father owns the place. Though it is on the expensive side...I know what I can do." Opening a pouch he pulled out three large sized rubies. "This should get you two nights and food on the inn," he informed Hope while handing them to her. Happy to help out he turned to Bala to receive an expression that confused him. "What," Rorack asked with a questioning look.</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala smiled at Hope and when Rorack offered to pay for her stay, he caught a glimpse at what this guy was packing. If this was a hint to let him know how far up he could get, this was it. While he talked to Hope and finished looking over at him and asked 'what?' Bala walked over whispering "Okay...what's that all about? are you trying to rush me to go with you?" he asked curiously. "Talk about trying to hide your status huh..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein@King Tai "Nice to meet you Rorack and you dont have to pay for the room but thank you anyway can you point me in the right direction of your father Inn?" Hope said and she looked between Bala and Rorack. She noticed that Rorack was quite handsome. She watched as Bala went over and whispered something into Roracks ear. "Umm I can go if you two need to talk." Hope said and smiled at the two men that approached after she entered the city. Though she could tell Bala was after something, but she could not tell if it was bad or good yet.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard @King Tai "Ah yes, just head straight down that way and look for the building that has the dragon scales all over the front," Rorack informed her, "You don't need to leave if you don't want to either." Turning back to Bala he cocked his head, "Rush you to go with me? I am just helping someone out. And as I said before my social rank is no concern of yours. I don't like giving it out because it makes people treat me different depending on who it is. I also hate having to keep up appearances with my rank as I find it...well a drag."</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala looked on at Rorack giving a sigh "Nothing...nevermind...let's just get going..." turning to Hope "Yeah you're not being a bother but perhaps we'll see each other some time....possibly go out for some drinks with my friend and I" Bala mentioned "I guess we are more like associates than friends...I don't have friends...but having these two on my side knowing they are of higher rank will definitely help me get out of this shit hole....Zaldana will have to pay me just to be in my presence..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein @King Tai "Thank you again Rorack. And no I think I would head out I want to get a room rented and then get some food I have not eaten in a bit and I am hungry." Hope said. "It was nice to meet you Rorack and Bala and I hope to see you both around here again I plan on stay for a while." Hope said again. "Have a good day and see you both around" Hope put the ruby's that Rorack gave her in her bag and head off in the direction he pointed looking for the Inn he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fenfeir sighs feeling his coinpurse" I sold a ship for so little"he looks crestfallen and decides to look for an inn" hopefully I can make a little more coin in this city" he spots a small group of people walking towards an inn as he spots the sparkle of a gem causing his gaze to linger" well then</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ Now most people would have run in terror, while even braver men would have at least been a bit shaken by his transformation. Titania however, was to excited to even imagine being afraid, "Oh wow..." She began walking around him getting rather close, mentally measuring things and getting an idea for his shape, "You sure know how to peak a girls interest that's for sure." She walked the length of his tail and took a good look at everything, "I assume you still want to be able to fly?" She began looking over and scrutinizing him before slowly nodding to herself, "The good news is I have a very dangerous idea, the bad news is the metal I would require is rare but worth the price..." She finally locked eyes with him and a smirk of her own formed on her lips, "What if I told you I could make you an armor that not only would be durable enough to protect you in this massive form but...Also could transform with you to fit your two sizes..." The glow in her eyes was one of dangerous excitement, she could barely contain all her enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen shakes his head and hops onto a building sighing" I can't just go around trying to take people's things"he looks around and sees a gray wing. growing curious he moves soundlessly towards the object coming to cover over a dragon he smiles and hides thinking " holy crap a dragon just chilling in an alleyway...wonder if it knows a good place to sleep." He hops onto the side as a piece of roofing comes loose falling down towards them.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My eyes watched her, smiling as if I enjoyed the attention of my form being appreciated so. "Hah, of course I still want to fly," I said, boasting a bit. As she observed me I would show off what my body had to offer in the form, mostly by slithering the tail and raising the wings. It was the first time someone had ever shower such interest and excitement for my glorious body, which only fed my ego further and gave me a toothy grin, or an attempt at one, through my dinosaur like head. My leathery, lizard like black scales draped over my body. After she had finished looking over me, I would flap my wings once, which caused a wave of air to spread about me, powerful enough to mimic the air waves of a helicopter taking off. Doing this as to show off more. My now forked tongue licked the air briefly, and I would hunch down further so my head was close to her. "Sounds perfect to me. Where do we get this metal?" My reptilian, illuminating eyes beaming back to her. Tail flicking behind me and wings resting in a frozen position. "Such an armor is definitely something worth my wealth." My voice got a bit softer, not as enchanting as the fire-like voice I previously had, and had a minor echoing effect to it. The axe I had on my back was big enough to fit on me, it even looked like it could be wielded by my clawed hands.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen tries landing gracefully as to minimize the damage from the two story fall as the dragon flaps it's wings and throws off his landing causing him to roll and face plant into the dragons forearm.he sits motionless for a few moments before regaining consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd My eyes darted away from the beautiful blacksmith to the bothersome presence that fell in my arm. My burning eyes glared at the stranger that had decided to leap on me. "Who goes there?" I said with a more menacing tone to the stranger. As he regained conscience I would drop him on the ground and press my right theropod-like foot against the lower half of his body, in an attempt to imprison him.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar He feels his legs becoming pinned down and before he can pull away he's held fast and laughs" I guess the stories don't joke about a dragons strength " he looks up into your eyes with a defiant smirk." Sorry I fell on you your wings goofed my landing. He lays his hands behind his head and asks with intentions of fueling his ego and learning more about him" I'm sorry to have disturbed such a mighty individual such as yourself and will use every skill I have to compensate someone so much greater than i" he bows low</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Fenfeir Titania watched with rapt attention as he slithered his tail and raised his wings, he was definitely an amazing creature to say the least, not only that but he also wanted her to make this crazy transforming armor she had thought of and to her this day could not get better, "It's a metal called Mithril...And it's rarer and harder to get a hold of than any other..." She raised her index finger, "Either the two of us...or just me...would have to go on a quest to retrieve enough Mithril to make your armor..." She would have continued speaking when suddenly a strange man just fell into their conversation and her employer proceeded to pin him to the ground, "Was he spying or lost?"</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "See you around Hope. Enjoy your stay," Rorack said waving to her. Shifting his gaze to Bala he raised a brow and smiled, "Friends huh? You are warming up fast." Putting his arm around Bala's shoulder as a friendly gesture he started walking with him outside the gate.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night "I will happily accompany you on this quest." I grinned back at her. "Hopefully that will give me a discount." pleased by his praising, id give the intruder a cocky and sly smirk through my draconic head. "Mm, you should listen well to such legends, child. Dragons such as myself should not be trifled with. You should be careful not to invoke the wrath of Fafnir, the great and terrible."</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Seeing his flattery had paid off he continues his facade" I will happily take up any task you ask of me Lord Fafnir " he bows his head again a smiles on his face as he thinks " this might be the stupidest or smartest thing I've ever done ." he looks up at the lady. " oh hi there" he says with a smile despite his death could come at the dragons whim</s>	<\|message\|>Lapis Lapis glanced around the house as they entered, she instantly was reminded of the temple her mother and step-father resided in. Although they were distinctly different they shared a similar size. Lapis then noticed the garden once they got there and smiled upon seeing the girl. She smiled warmly to the girl as Alex told her what was happening. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Leonheart. I'm Lapis as your brother said." Lapis told her bowing slightly towards the girl seeing as she was a Leonheart, at least to Lapis' knowledge. "I'm sure you are wondering why your brother would allow someone like me, a simple performer, be in charge of your protection. But I feel like you should know that I have a heightened sense of protecting everyone due to my mother's blood running through my veins and I will stop at nothing to make sure you survive and that the bounty will not be filled." Lapis informed her, smiling the whole time.</s>
<\|description\|>Aheahe Kalani Age: Seventeen Sex: Female Appearance: Aheahe is of decent build standing at five feet' seven inches with an athletic build. You will normally catch him wearing casual attire, hoodies and joggers most of the time, even during more formal settings. He has light brown skin that of which is comparable to caramel or mocha with brown hair to match, generally kept short and messy. Though un-matching and genetically rare, Aheahe has a set of ocean-blue eyes that seem to have caught the attention of quite a few people throughout his life. Image credit! Parent(s): Hephaestus Biography: Aheahe had a rather peaceful upbringing. His single mother owned an Auto care which Aheahe's older brother helped work in. It was their only source of income, and as such, kept Aheahe out to not risk him breaking anything or hurting himself. Especially since as a child Aheahe was rather energetic and his playing around usually led to cuts and bruises one way or the other. Entering early-teen years, that would slow down as Aheahe became more laid back and mature, therefore being allowed to enter the shop more. Aheahe would spend most of his time there watching his family work on automobiles, picking up skills and learning the lingo, Aheahe would then begin studying cars and then technology in general. He found his interests peak and would soon come to a minor discovery which his family was supportive in. Then a major one which was the discovery of his powers, although he wasn't aware they were powers then. It was just described as a knack for finding problems as Aheahe constantly had accurate feelings on what was wrong with automobiles when his mother and brother became stumped. Turns out that was good for business as it helped repairs become quicker. The next few years of his life has nothing important to note. Typical teenager things. Video games, parties, heartbreaks, sneaking out, etc. It wasn't until recently that he would realize his knack of sensing problems was possibly because he was the child of a God. After a small encounter with a creature in the shop that resulted in his mother, who has the sight, and a Satyr saving him, he was offered to join Camp Half-Blood for his safety. After having Camp Half-Blood explained to Aheahe, he would agree to join, especially since his mother begged him to go. Abilities: Being the child of Hephaestus, naturally, Aheahe has resistance to heat and can sense the faults in machines. His powers hasn't developed past that point, but he is rather tech savvy and a reliable cook.</s> <\|message\|>Skye Nicholas Skye Skye had just been standing there with a confused expression on her face, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. The worst was that she'd be stuck there all night while the best was that she'd be treated to a full banquet with rock music and dancing. Yeah, it was unlikely, but she could dream couldn't she? Someone better get here soon, or I'll lose it. Of course, 'losing it' to Skye meant getting slightly more frustrated than before, and maybe kicking a sign down. To pass the time, Skye took a look around camp. Many things caught her eye, especially an enormous rock climbing wall that seemed to have... lava and boulders as obstacles. That seemed a bit dangerous. A lake sat almost directly in the center of the camp with some campers canoeing across it. The thing that most caught her eye, however, was the strawberry field across the river from where she was standing. Rows and rows of greenery and dirt seemed to stretch on for miles. There was a scattering of kids wandering through the lines, bending down occasionally to inspect or pick one of the delectable treats. Strawberries were her favorite fruit by far and often reminded her of working with her mother in the shop. Her fondest memories were of the days spent eating juicy strawberries and drinking lemonade at the park, on the rare occasion that her mother was happy. At that moment, a girl spoke, jerking her out of her daydream about strawberries and causing her to jump. "Sorry, you startled me." She took a deep breath and smiled, trying to act as friendly as possible. "I honestly have no idea. Oh, I'm Skye! Nice to meet you! Do you know who your parent is? Have you met any mythical creatures? Were you brought by a satyr like me or did you come some other way? I hope that we'll like it here. Who knows, maybe we'll have the same parent! That would be cool; we could sleep near each other and talk about everything! I'm excited to see what kind of activities we'll do here!" A huge grin covered Skye's face as she rambled, giving away her excitement and joy at being at the camp. Maybe it would be somewhere she actually belonged. Cam Cam had been waiting for a reply when someone new joined their happy gathering. He probably arrived less than a minute after Cam, though the latter hadn't seen or heard the former while travelling. After the new kid finally caught up with the group, Cam smiled warmly and held out a hand. "Hey, Newbie. Not that I'm one to talk. Anyway, I'm Cam," he said, holding his hand out for a nice welcoming handshake. "This is New Girl #1 who arrived here before me." He gestured to the girl without armor, who hand't gotten the chance to reply to his inquiry about her name. "I wonder if so many kids arrive at the same time every time they get new recruits? Because here comes someone else." Cam glanced up the way they came and saw another kid heading their way. "Hey, it's another girl," Cam remarked, jostling the first girl he met. When New Girl #2 arrived, he spread his arms out like a tour guide demonstrating the grounds of an estate. "Welcome to the family, New Girl #2! The name's Cam, this," he gestured to the first girl, "is New Girl #1 - she was here first. Then, I came and caught up to her. Pretty soon, we were joined by," he brought his hand to the other guy, "New Guy #2. So, what's your name, so I don't have to keep adding numbers to people. I'm not that great at math." After he was finished with basic introductions, Cam turned back toward the camp and added, "I'm getting really eager over here, so let's walk and talk some." He promptly followed {Guard #1} and beckoned the others to do the same. summers@knightandday@xxlyraxx</s> <\|message\|>Isabella Wayne A collab between Dooc(Expllo) and Jason A Message Summary: Isabella is thinking over the implications of a scouting report and decides she needs assistance in the matter. Who does she ask? None other than Chiron at Camp Half-Blood. --- Sitting back in her chair, Isabella sighed as she looked over the same report from earlier that morning. Troubling news indeed, and frankly it was something she wasn't sure her legion could actually handle on their own. So that meant she would likely need to ask the graceus for help. Not something a Roman was particularly proud to admit, but sacrifices had to be made. Not to mention, she was fairly sure this threat was something Chiron would wish to know. With that thought in her mind, the girl pushed away from the desk and stood to leave. Taking a moment to straighten out her armor. "Of course I decided to put all this on early, smart thinking." She grumbled in a sarcastic manner before heading out behind the principalia and to the small, tiber-fed found she had installed. Producing a small coin from her pocket, the girl tossed it into the rainbow and began to recite the incantation Chiron had taught her. "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me, Chiron at Camp Half-Blood!" After checking up on Isa one final time, Chiron made his way outside to sit on the deck and wait to welcome more campers. In less than a minute did a rainbow circle suddenly appear in front of him almost causing him to jerk. "Well that was unexpected," he mumbled. "How are you doing, Praetor Wayne?" Raising an eyebrow in Chiron's direction, the girl remained silent breifly before she gave a calm response. "These things are always unexpected, need I remind you of the time I was in the shower and you called? I still stand by my statement that it would be easier if we just used phones, regardless of it pulling monsters or not. Either way, I am doing well today. An influx of recruits from Lady Lupa, so a bit busy." She said then sighed slightly, a minor look of irritation on her face. "Either way, I didn't call to be social. I've come across some... troubling new in reports from my scouts. Something big enough that I think we might need to work together in order to succeed." she said before falling silent once more. Chiron's cheeks flustered when she mentioned that time but he shook his head slightly, focusing back on her words. He placed a finger on his chin, thinking, allowing his eyes to drift away for a moment before they found their way onto Isabella once more. "Doesn't sound good. What is it, exactly?" "As I am sure you know my... lack of trust for communication such as this, I will only say that all signs point to your father being involved at some level. However, there is more to it... but I wish to discuss that in person. Will I be able to trust that there will be lodging at Camp Half-Blood in about... a week's time? It is something we must discuss, and something I am not comfortable setting out on the airwaves like this. I do apologize for any inconvcience I may be causing." She said firmly, hoping to make it clear that she would not be discussing such details unless she were there in person, or vice versa. Chiron sighed at the mention of his father. "It's fine. Stop by when you can and we'll discuss it then." "Very well, I shall consult with my recon teams who discovered the issue and get all the information I can from them, if you have anybody on your end who might have an idea in the slightest what he's up to, please let me talk with them. Subject to anything else you wish to discuss, I bid thee pleasant day, Master Chiron." She said with an elegant bow, as Isabella had always been a bit fond of such formalities when they were nessesscary. Chiron smiled. "Just Chiron works, you know? Have a pleasant day as well, Isabella." With that he waved his hand through the rainbow, ending the call. Nodding the old centaur's direction as the call ended, Isabella let out a sigh as weight seemed to be lifted from her chest. That was something off her chest, as she figured Chiron would know what to do a bit more than her. He had, afterall, been training heroes a bit longer than she had. Spinning on a heel, the silver haired girl then turned to head back to her office. Upon reaching the office, the girl breifly inspected her appearance in the mirror until she was satisfied that she looked presentable. With that out of the way, the girl walked over to her massive sword sitting in its stand on the wall. "Oh, how I've missed you gorgeous." She said with a small smile before reaching up and grabbing the weapon. Sheathing it on her back, Isabella would then slide her braclet onto her left forearm, knowing it would deploy into a shield when she needed it. Turning to head back out, the girl called over her shoulder, "Verum! Come on sleepyhead! Lets go meet the new recruits!" She said in an almost singsong voice, her tone reflecting the brightened mood she had from getting that weight off her chest. As the large, black shadow that was her Direwolf got up from its spot under her desk; the girl walked out of the room. Heading towards the parade grounds where the recruits should be arriving soon, Isabella figured she'd just arrive a bit early and check on things. It'd be fun.</s>	<\|message\|>Aheahe Kalani The True God of Camp Jupiter Ariel watched as, in the distance, a group of people led by a guard began approaching the compound. Must be the new recruits. Ariel look down and frowned at his outfit. The one that he's changed about a thousand times already. Okay, last change! Something simple! Ariel snapped his fingers, changing his attire entirely. Now wearing a purple and black tuxedo with diamonds dazzled across the collars and cuffs. There was a light amount of make-up on his face to emphasize his best features, which was everything, but he'd keep it simple for now with just his cheekbones. As the group approached he placed his hands on his hips and gave his best smile, his perfect teeth literally shining alongside the sun. The entire group would suddenly feel drawn to Ariel as he spread his arms outwards, letting his Venus powers come into play so he could gather their attention. Not that he needed it though considering it was him, but he figured he shouldn't play around. "Welcome to Camp Jupiter everyone!" Ariel winked. "The praetor should be out shortly to greet you all but until then feel free to ask me any questions that you may have."</s>
<\|description\|>Anthony Brighton "Do what you're told for now, you can do as you wish when others' lives don't depend on you." Nickname: I'll let this develop IC if at all Gender: Male Age and date of birth: 16 years old, born March 7th, 1998 Age Appearance: 17 Sexuality:Heterosexual Godly Parent: Mercury Mortal Parent(s): Bethany Brighton is his mother, Arnold Stanton is his stepfather Siblings: Lisa Stanton, age 13 Height and build: 6'2" with average to somewhat athletic build Weight: 198 lbs Favorite weather and season: Ask him yourself Appearance: Personality: He's a generally friendly guy, but sticks to orders he's given as best he can. He expects people that work with him to follow instructions under any circumstances, as he doesn't want to lose people due to a lack of order. If he needs to discipline someone for something, he'll try to do it in an unexpected way if he can, but will adhere to usual punishment methods if need be. He likes for people to be creative when they can, but not when orders are given. If he had to choose between him dying, or anyone else, he'd almost always choose himself, as he knows his abilities are better for escaping if the chance exists at all. He likes listening to music in his off-time, especially music written or performed by people at the camp itself, when the opportunity arises. He also likes the idea of sparring and team sparring as a training method, as it can help people to understand why good leadership and teamwork can save lives. History: Anthony was born to a single mother, who had to work hard to support herself and her child. Of course, this trouble didn't last long enough for Anthony to remember it, as by the end of the first year with this, his mother found a man who was kind enough to add to the finances long enough for Bethany to secure a better paying job. Soon enough, Bethany and Arnold married, having a child between the two of them to go with the already existing Anthony. As Anthony began to grow, he found a love for music and art. He didn't learn how to do either one very well, but he definitely practiced enough to be okay in some areas, such as playing guitar and drawing. As he grew a bit more, he found he was also pretty fast on his feet, and kind of enjoyed running as well. He started splitting his free time between practicing music and running while listening to music, drawing dropping from his most common activities. One day, the wolves arrived to take him to the wolf-house, confusing him, but he got used to it. He trained hard, making sure to follow instructions and to only listen to music, run in his free time, or draw (however little he did), when he absolutely had free time. After he finished his training, he wandered towards the camp. On the way, he found himself harassed by a few monsters, but he ran, using his speed to his advantage to avoid the battles for now, but he'd be sure to mention that monsters in case the camp wanted to take them out. Eventually, he found the camp, and began his service. Theme Song (Optional)(A link to the video) Weapons/Items Name of Weapon or Item: Standard Spear Description: A regular spear Appearance: Name of Weapon or Item: Standard Shortsword Description: A regular shortsword Appearance: Skills: Good ability with a spear Some leadership (developed through his time in the camp) Naturally cunning (trait passed down from his father that will also be in abilities) Some knowledge of his abilities Abilities: Good stamina (from his time running) Dextrous (so he can do some things like theft, or fine movements to manipulate his weapon) Naturally cunning (see skills) Average at a lot of things (trait passed down from his father, who is good at a lot of things, rather than average) Powers: * Jack of All Trades - Average to somewhat good at a large variety of things * Enhanced Speed - Can move up to 50 miles per hour at his current ability (though moving at this speed is draining) * Lock Manipulation - Can understand how locks work, and can more easily pick a lock because of this * Enhanced Athletic Ability - His father's the god of athletics along with many other things, so he's above average in athleticism</s> <\|message\|>Isabella Wayne The Legion Isabella Wayne \| Praetor \| Camp Jupiter --- Pausing to adjust the pinching armor on her shoulder, Isabella frowned slightly at nothing in particular. Just the minor annoyance having to adjust the armor once more, though she was confident that it would stay still this time around... it was pretty irritating. The unexpected pause in their journey caused a small whine to emit from next to the girl. Looking over, she noticed the Direwolf standing there and staring up at her with a confused expression. Why? The beast seemed to be asking, a bit confused at the sudden stop when he had thought hey were heading out to view the new recruits. "Relax, Verum. I'm only fixing my armor, we can keep going now." The girl said calmly as she began to head off, patting her leg for the beast to follow. As she walked from the Praetoria, the girl would have to pass through the parade grounds. Seeing the legion in formation, Isabella figured she would check in with the centurion, who seemed to be none other than Anthony, and give a little surprise inspection. Musing over how she would handle anybody who was out of dress or alignment, the girl began heading over towards Anthony so he would see her coming. Giving the centurion plenty of time to call the Legion to attention. Afterall, it would be quite unfair to surprise him while still expecting him to preform his job to the best of his abilities. She wasn't that evil, at least not towards her own legion. Finally reaching the boy, Isabella wore a calm expression as the legion would be called to attention. Scanning over the boy with a critical eye, Isabella was all business at the moment. At any other time, the girl would have loved the sight of one as handsome as Anthony... but alas, she had other things on her mind at the moment than flirting. "Looking good, Centurion Brighton. Good to see that you've finally managed to clean your armor correctly." She jabbed playfully before gesturing towards the legion in formation. "Surely, you won't mind me looking through your formation to ensure everything is in order?" She said, though it was not much of a question. As Isabella was going to do just that no matter what his response was to the question. Meanwhile, Verum had taken his place at Isabella's side, sitting and watching the Legion in formation. Not that he would be doing the inspection, but the beast did enjoy trying to intimidate the recruits.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Nolan Amy Nolan Amy and Skye waited some more and at some point Amy started to become seriously bored. She was hoping something exciting would happen like a satyr that would show up to show them the camp. But there was no goat legged individual around. In the end it was a boy that came up to them. A boy with an eyepatch. That was pretty cool. There was a brief thought as to how the boy had gotten this eyepatch. Had he lost an eye in a battle against a monster or something like those that Heracles and Theseus had fought back in the day (the idea that those people might actually have been real was still very strange. What would you even say if you were to meet one of them? Hey, I read you died in a horrible way, sucks). "Yes we are new and a tour would be great. Are you the official guide here or something? I mean I assume that the camp... a summer camp usually has like a guide that brings you to all activities and such..." She paused for a second, looking lost. She hadn't actually ever been to a summer camp. "Oh, my name is Amy.... Nolan. Nice to meet you." Almost as soon as she had finished speaking a third girl walked over apparently also new in the camp. Was this like the official day for new people to join the side of the Greek Gods? Surely there must be a reason why her mom had send her to camp right at this day? She could also have gone another day, or not at all. What was up with her uncles demanding that from her mother anyway? Really, there were too many questions here. But first of all there was this one. After acknowledging the presence of the new girl with a quick nod she turned back to Aiden and asked: "Do you know who your godly parent is? Because me and Skye here have no clue and I was wondering... if there is like a way to find out? Because I sort of want to know now? Does everyone here know who they are descendant of or is that not a very common thing?" @KnightandDay@Arcalept</s> <\|message\|>Elisabeth Burton Liz Burton "So your name is actually Mr. D?" She said. "That's not creepy at all." Liz said to the God seated in front of her. In return she received an angry glare and a hard elbow to her side from Simon, her best friend and satyr as she so recently discovered. She still couldn't quite get used to seeing goat legs where there used to be a pair of muscular calves from her friend who was in a swimming team. She rolled her eyes in bored frustration, or so she'd like to believe herself, and waited for Mr. D to finish his sentence. "Introduce her to the camp." The God said with an angry tone and before Liz could say anything witty in return Simon had led her outside the room. "Don't be stupid Liz. I'm serious. You shouldn't joke around with that guy." He said with a stern look that she wasn't used to from him. Stern looks were something her grandfather did when she asked him about her father. Simon wasn't supposed to do that. "Anyhow, I'll leave it to the other kids to introduce you here. I have to report to other people too in the forest." Simon said as he led Liz outside. "Be a good girl alright?" "Ain't I always?" She sighed more out of habit than anything else and waved him off. She watched him hop over the path with his goatlegs and allowed the exhaustion of the past few days settle in, or trickle past. She didn't know exactly. After ... that had happened while camping at the lake it'd been a wild two-days ride for Long Island, New York. Simon had begun acting very strange as soon as the thing at the lake happened. The burly teenager had abruptly grown a sense of responsability she wasn't quite used from him. She eyed the weird-looking wound on her leg where the thing had grabbed her. It creeped her out. Suddenly she was quite anxious to meet these new people, if only to stop thinking about what happened. She walked up to a group of campgoers who seemed to be as clueless as herself, hoping there would be a tour of some kind. When she approached she heard them discussing 'Godly parents'. This shit again? That Mr. D guy was blabbering about that as well, and even these people bought this ... Well, it probably was true. Simon's legs were a clear indicator that something was not normal here. But Greek Gods? That was some next level shit. "Uh ... Hello. Are you guys new too?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Aheahe Kalani The True God of Camp Jupiter Ariel allowed a moment to pass by as his eyes glossed over the little group in front of him. The Blake guy was cute, and Ariel was digging the undercut. Sadly he didn't have that flare about him, especially with his clothing, but those ones were the most fun to mess with… and the most surprising. Ariel smirked briefly before he took in the girl with the red hair. It was cute. It was fierce! It was… rather basic in the style she had it in currently. She could use some tips. Finally, the small one with their hand up. They were adorable. They looked like a coconut. Ariel pointed a single finger at her, his nails painted purple to match his suit. "What's your question, doll?" Ariel then fabulously spun on his heels and began walking, holding a hand up and snapping. "We'll walk and talk, darlings." Rule number one of being a bad bitch, after all, was independence. Ariel waited on no one, not even the praetor, so they'd be heading towards her. He placed his hands on his hips as he walked with a sway.</s>	<\|message\|>Anthony Brighton Centurion of Camp Jupiter Anthony let his gaze flow from each member of the legion to the next. It was rather interesting to see so many people in lines with fancy armor working for him, at least at the moment. He saw one of the newer members seemed to be a little too far forward. "Glad you're eager, but you should step back a bit. If there's ever a battle, and you're up like that, you'll be more open to attacks. Our formations aren't just appealing, they're good for keeping people from making mistakes, at least at the start of a battle." He gave a quick thumbs-up as the soldier stepped back, bringing the ranks into what he thought was a good place for everyone. As Anthony stepped back to the front, he began to speak loudly for everyone "The praetor should be here soon. Until then-" He glanced to the side, seeing Isabella heading his way. "Well, speak of the devil," he said with a slight grin. "Attention!" He shouted as she began getting closer. It's sad they couldn't be at ease for a moment, but oh well. Anthony glanced to Isabella, his grin still covering his face. He returned, in a similarly playful manner, "Thank you, Praetor. It's been hard to learn, though, with your example." He glanced towards Isabella's direwolf friend as Isabella was mentioning about checking the recruits. "Oh, you absolutely must not check their formation. They're all in terrible position, especially after I checked through myself." His tone changed from the joking tone to a serious one, "I went through and made sure they were mostly correct, I'm sure you'll find it a good example to the new recruits."</s>
<\|description\|>Ueno Laudwen Title: N/A Age: 19 Gender: Male Grade: 4th Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza. Height: 5'11 Weight: 137 Ibs Alignment: Lawful Evil Personality: Ueno is ambition without a definite goal. A man who wishes to make something of himself at all costs, even if he doesn't know where he wants to end up at the end. Ueno is hard working and has little respect for those who take the easy road in life, even if they end up making life easier for him. He believes that part of any great goal or story is the climb, so he doesn't mind clawing his way up to the top. Ueno keeps up a mask of politeness and kindness at almost all times, despite a constant flow of judgmental and callous thoughts that flow bellow. While he is usually quite adept at keeping up his mask, it is easily chipped away at those who undermine his efforts, and is easily enraged by those who try to make others think less of him. Gossips and those who simply start trouble for the sake of trouble are those who easily make Ueno lose himself in rage. Those who end up calling Ueno a friend will often find him somewhat inconsiderate of them. He isn't one to be openly sentimental, but those who hurt people he does like will often need to worry about his urges for revenge. Ueno is one to strike ruthlessly and without remorse at those who'm gain his ire. History: His father, Sir Oswald, is someone Ueno nevers wants to be associated with. Oswald was a joke of a politician, and a joke of a father. Ueno's early life is one that was filled with disappointment and failed attempts of grandeur. Ueno's father was a politician who'se only thought was to appear as what he was not, and would spend all of their family's income of appearing fancy and posh. Constantly in debt and never home, Oswald appeared to the outside world as a success, but in reality his entire life he spent brushing by the skin of his teeth. Ueno's mother was never there, she viewed him as her greatest 'little' mistake and left her in his father's hands as soon as she could. Neither of his parents really wanted to keep him, a remnant of a night of passion that had long seen day. However Oswald was forced to keep him, dare she make a scene and throw him to the wolves otherwise. Most of the things his father did for him were done publicly and without little concern for what Ueno actually wanted or care about. As Ueno aged and grew up, he ended up having a twisted ambition of his own. Once aimed to become a spirit knight and make a name for himself, a new name. He ran away from home as soon as he could play his instrument of choice and changed his name. He would become something great, something that would outshine anyone else. He would outshine even the stars themselves. Instrument and Weapons: Ueno plays an Acoustic guitar that appears broken, fights with a great-sword. Both of were granted to him by Conquest upon their first meeting. Magic: Ueno can control the sword with his mind at a range of up to fifty feet away from him. Other: The Sword he uses it the one at the bottom Conquest Title: N/A Gender: 'Male' Element: Earth/Fire Rank: B Height: 10 Ft. Weight: Idk honestly how much he would weigh. Personality: Conquest is a spirit of few words, especially to those who aren't Ueno. He has little respect for those who aren't his master. Conquest simply wishes to fulfill Ueno's desire and fight at his master's side, well, as much as he can anyway. Conquest speaks with a booming voice that originates from cracks beneath the throne. When he does speak he speaks at most a sentence at a time, and utters either threats or orders. Conquest cares little for the safety of other spirits and will instead distance his master away from them if he can. He actually becomes slightly jealous of others when Ueno converses with other spirits. Conquest wishes to be the only one his master uses, summons, and relies upon. Powers: First of all, when summoned, Throne is immobile and cannot move or change directions. Secondly, his powers can only be 'activated' when Ueno sits upon him. When the two are together as one, Ueno's body merges with the throne and Ueno is only able to move his head. Other then that, he is completely devoid of movement. Augment: Ueno is granted another great-sword that can be controlled when he is seated upon Conquest. Vanguard: Conquest himself controls two living armors that fight by his command. Both of the armors are quite durable, but can be broken down more easily by Water/Wind based attacks. However, if left alone the metal regenerates and they can fight again.</s> <\|message\|>Cass Mormont Cass Mormont While some had struggled to meet the day, others were early risers by nature. As he had done most everyday, Cass Mormont was enjoying his morning amidst the hustle and bustle of the capital's central market place. Nestled between the stall of an affectionate jeweler and stolid textile's merchant, the Bombardier Knight hummed a gentle tune while he idly rolled a ring between his fingers. It was a band of polished silver, with a inset diamond that, while not having nearly enough carrots to grace a nobles finery, was nothing for him to scoff at. "I wonder who's hand you belonged to?" He asked the purloined goods, not expecting an answer. The ring wasn't even to Cass' tastes if he were to be frank. In the Chopin Republic, there was a far greater expression of freedom and creativity in the goods and services, rather than the comparatively utilitarian methods employed in the Bach Empire. Being within Arpeggio's center of trade and commerce at least served as a comfort in that regard. Culture flowed with the exchange of coin, bringing goods, services, and people from all over Da Capo. It was witnessing this that drove Cass to come here as the merchants opened their stalls, and they didn't mind too much since having a Song Knight did wonders to discourage any rowdiness from the consumers. He also wouldn't deny that he got to see a lot of ladies perusing the stalls in all manner of beautiful garb. "You can not pull off those dresses." Came a growl from beneath Cass' collar. He looked down to find his Spirit, currently only a foot long and coiled around his throat. The acerbic dragon, Jormungand, didn't share Cass' appreciation for awaking early. "Don't even bother you damned Trap." Cass chuckled in response, long since used to his grouchy partner. "I'm too proud of my legs to cover them anyway~" Jormungand grumbled in frustration before settling down once more. This was a well worn routine between the two, and even if the acidity never wavered from the Spirit, Cass never took offense. So the knight, his dragon, and a stolen ring stood among the market stalls and greeted the day warmly.</s> <\|message\|>Tiamat Mary Stradford This wasn't a good idea. The thought had run through Tiamat's head multiple times, enough so that she started to seriously doubt her partner's sanity. Not like she hadn't already. On multiple occasions. Mary, her human partner, had strong armed her into agreeing with her newest hair brained scheme, which once again had a high dosage of danger and malarkey stirred into the mix for another chance of "spreading awesomeness to the masses". This idea, however, has probably broken the record for "the stunt that will most likely end the life of Mary Stradford". They were in the plains directly outside of the city in which the Liberation Festival will be held. Tiamat stretched her limbs in preparation for this dangerous maneuver, staring blankly at her partner, who was currently sitting on an innocent looking boulder twice her size with her battle axe strapped to her back. This latest scheme involved the Spirit, with her dauntless strength, throwing her partner, who will be situated ontop of said boulder, high into the air above the city. Then, as the airborne human quickly descended to the ground, she would sing a short piece to summon the Spirit beneath her landing zone, and said Spirit would catch both the boulder and human with perfect ease. There was an immeasurable amount of factors that could cause this stunt to go wrong, such as other foreign objects in the sky, a strong gust of wind, or even Mary fumbling with her voice. If, for some reason or another, her human was unable to summon her in time, she would splatter all across the city streets like a red water balloon. Mary seemed to notice her partner's worry, even though no external factor seemed to outline it, and hopped off of the boulder to pat Tiamat on the shoulder. She needed to kneel and lower herself to the ground in order to do so, but it was well worth it to see a flash of emotion run through the blunette's eyes. "Don't worry Tia, I'll be fine," Mary reassured the Spirit, knowing that the smaller female had many misgivings about her latest shenanigans. The teen lifted herself back up onto her feet and took on a pose with her knuckles on her hips, a cocky expression being sent towards her shorter companion. "After all, don't you remember who I am? I'm Mary Stradford, Queen of Amazingness!" she finished her short monologue with a hearty laugh, and if the Spirit didn't know any better she would have thought that the people within the city would have heard it. The outburst wasn't quite needed, but it took Tiamat's mind off of the highly apparent risks of this stunt. Usually, she would have already declined her involvement within this situation, and dragged Mary into the city kicking and screaming through the front entrance, but her partner hasn't had any "fun" for quite a while. If she didn't allow her to get through her pent up excitement right now, there was no telling what the brunette would do when she got the chance to do something. Mary got back into her position onto the boulder, giving her partner a thumbs up and a uplifting smile to signify that she was ready. Tiamat readied herself as well, checking the trajectory one last time as she grabbed the bottom of the boulder and lifted it above her head with apparent ease. The human ontop of the giant rock let out a little squeal at the sudden change of height, said squeal becoming a boisterous cry of excitement as both human and boulder were sent flying through the sky. As she watched the large projectile fly over the city grounds for her last few moments, Tiamat internally prayed that her human would survive her newest shenanigans before she was dismissed.</s>	<\|message\|>Ueno Laudwen Another day, another disappointment. That phrase flooded Ueno's head the entire morning. He had slept in way longer then he should have, and was extremely disappointed in himself. He wasn't to be late, but the mere fact he hadn't been prepared was already enough to put him on edge for the entire morning. On occasions like these Ueno would wish for a more practical spirit, had Conquest not been a glorified stool he definitely would have been a large help. However, tis not the case. So Ueno would fly through his home and prepare himself for today by himself. He would quickly finish his errands and plan out today's Agenda, and how to best use the tournament to his advantage. Once Ueno had been properly spiffed up, he grabbed Conquest's Acoustic and promptly went outside. He then began to 'talk' to Conquest through a broken string on his guitar. He would whisper to it while heading towards the Colosseum "Conq', chances are we won't be participating today. If that is so, we need to find out who'm we will be fighting and their address. As much as I would love to show you off, we need to win at least the first fight at all costs." No one could ever respect a song knight who couldn't even win the first fight in this festival. Ueno had to make sure that if he was to be known, he was to be known as the victor. "Actually, we might need the address of another participant too. Would be suspicious if only my first contender were to receive one of our 'visits'. Hmm..." And Ueno would continue to ramble to Conquest, who would only reply with silence. As they got closer to the Colosseum, Ueno would be in the middle of explaining who would most likely know who they were fighting first, if the match ups weren't to be made public to everyone. This was interrupted by a chance sighting of a boulder flying through the air like a meteor. A meteor flying straight towards the city. Don't investigate it. Conquest issued the command to Ueno knowing full well it was going to be ignored. The guitar sighed inaudibly as his master ran towards where he thought the meteor was going to land. Curiosity killed the cat, but Ueno knew he had a few lives to spare.</s>
<\|description\|>Taylor Sinclair Title: The Mariachi Age: 18 Gender: Female Grade: 4th Academy: United Academy of Song Knights' of Crescendo Height: 169 cm Weight: 67 kg Alignment: Neutral Neutral Personality: "Life is fragile. Death is simple. So treasure it and celebrate while you can." a simple mantra defines Taylor's outlook on life. Taking everything that comes her way with an easy grin and a witty retort, Taylor moves at her own pace and enjoying herself in whatever manner catches her fancy. Music and drinking becoming a quick favourite. Taylor doesn't consider herself a very deep character, she is easily pleased and is slow to anger, contrary to what her element would imply. She has no triggers, no button to push that will make her rain hellfire down upon you. Taylor will sooner take a nap than plot some revenge scheme History: Taylor has lived a rather normal life with the one exception that she has brushed with death more times than she can count. Near misses with carriages, overzealous sparring partners cutting too deep. It was always as if Death walking along side next to Taylor, putting her close to dying, but never collecting. Eventually with death happening all around her and almost too her for so long, Death in her mind became an old friend that will one day invite her over the its place for a drink. As for her life in the Academy? Well she was well known, but not renowned. People would recognise her and greet her warmly, but she had never exposed her ability to others, passing every exam with a perfect 51%. So no one ever expected much out of her. Instrument and Weapons: Silver Trumpet and falchion with a gold basket hilt both made out of an allow that is highly heat resistant, but when the temperature is hot enough, an elegant red hot floral pattern is revealed. Magic: Perdition: Dark crimson flames that glow with a simmering inner light. Like all flames it gives off both light and heat, the greater one's sins are the greater the pain. The flame will stick to the victim as it somehow adhesive and never burning out unless Taylor wishes it. Theme: Scarlet Title: - Gender: Female Element: Fire/Dark Rank: A (With a restriction order) Height: 169 cm Weight: 30 kg Appearance: Personality: Cheerful, confident and capable. Scarlet is closer to a drinking buddy than a Spirit. Strangely enough, Taylor talks to Scarlet as if she is the Death that has been walking around with her since her childhood which had inadvertently influenced Taylor's opinion on death. The big factor that influenced Taylor's opinion on death was the blatant disregard for anything resembling danger. Is there an army charging her? Well... that just makes it impossible to miss doesn't it? Powers: Uses guns and swords quite liberally, more often than her magical powers and is proficient enough to hold her own for a time against the more physically minded Spirits Pyrokinesis: Standard flame creation and manipulation abilities Soul Fire: rarely used, but hidden under Scarlet's eyepatch is deep blue flame, almost sapphire in colour. When her eyepatch is removed the blue flame will gush out like water breaking a dam and wash over all, bypassing all physical barriers to burn the victim's soul.</s> <\|message\|>Tiamat Mary Stradford This wasn't a good idea. The thought had run through Tiamat's head multiple times, enough so that she started to seriously doubt her partner's sanity. Not like she hadn't already. On multiple occasions. Mary, her human partner, had strong armed her into agreeing with her newest hair brained scheme, which once again had a high dosage of danger and malarkey stirred into the mix for another chance of "spreading awesomeness to the masses". This idea, however, has probably broken the record for "the stunt that will most likely end the life of Mary Stradford". They were in the plains directly outside of the city in which the Liberation Festival will be held. Tiamat stretched her limbs in preparation for this dangerous maneuver, staring blankly at her partner, who was currently sitting on an innocent looking boulder twice her size with her battle axe strapped to her back. This latest scheme involved the Spirit, with her dauntless strength, throwing her partner, who will be situated ontop of said boulder, high into the air above the city. Then, as the airborne human quickly descended to the ground, she would sing a short piece to summon the Spirit beneath her landing zone, and said Spirit would catch both the boulder and human with perfect ease. There was an immeasurable amount of factors that could cause this stunt to go wrong, such as other foreign objects in the sky, a strong gust of wind, or even Mary fumbling with her voice. If, for some reason or another, her human was unable to summon her in time, she would splatter all across the city streets like a red water balloon. Mary seemed to notice her partner's worry, even though no external factor seemed to outline it, and hopped off of the boulder to pat Tiamat on the shoulder. She needed to kneel and lower herself to the ground in order to do so, but it was well worth it to see a flash of emotion run through the blunette's eyes. "Don't worry Tia, I'll be fine," Mary reassured the Spirit, knowing that the smaller female had many misgivings about her latest shenanigans. The teen lifted herself back up onto her feet and took on a pose with her knuckles on her hips, a cocky expression being sent towards her shorter companion. "After all, don't you remember who I am? I'm Mary Stradford, Queen of Amazingness!" she finished her short monologue with a hearty laugh, and if the Spirit didn't know any better she would have thought that the people within the city would have heard it. The outburst wasn't quite needed, but it took Tiamat's mind off of the highly apparent risks of this stunt. Usually, she would have already declined her involvement within this situation, and dragged Mary into the city kicking and screaming through the front entrance, but her partner hasn't had any "fun" for quite a while. If she didn't allow her to get through her pent up excitement right now, there was no telling what the brunette would do when she got the chance to do something. Mary got back into her position onto the boulder, giving her partner a thumbs up and a uplifting smile to signify that she was ready. Tiamat readied herself as well, checking the trajectory one last time as she grabbed the bottom of the boulder and lifted it above her head with apparent ease. The human ontop of the giant rock let out a little squeal at the sudden change of height, said squeal becoming a boisterous cry of excitement as both human and boulder were sent flying through the sky. As she watched the large projectile fly over the city grounds for her last few moments, Tiamat internally prayed that her human would survive her newest shenanigans before she was dismissed.</s> <\|message\|>Ueno Laudwen Ueno Laudwen Another day, another disappointment. That phrase flooded Ueno's head the entire morning. He had slept in way longer then he should have, and was extremely disappointed in himself. He wasn't to be late, but the mere fact he hadn't been prepared was already enough to put him on edge for the entire morning. On occasions like these Ueno would wish for a more practical spirit, had Conquest not been a glorified stool he definitely would have been a large help. However, tis not the case. So Ueno would fly through his home and prepare himself for today by himself. He would quickly finish his errands and plan out today's Agenda, and how to best use the tournament to his advantage. Once Ueno had been properly spiffed up, he grabbed Conquest's Acoustic and promptly went outside. He then began to 'talk' to Conquest through a broken string on his guitar. He would whisper to it while heading towards the Colosseum "Conq', chances are we won't be participating today. If that is so, we need to find out who'm we will be fighting and their address. As much as I would love to show you off, we need to win at least the first fight at all costs." No one could ever respect a song knight who couldn't even win the first fight in this festival. Ueno had to make sure that if he was to be known, he was to be known as the victor. "Actually, we might need the address of another participant too. Would be suspicious if only my first contender were to receive one of our 'visits'. Hmm..." And Ueno would continue to ramble to Conquest, who would only reply with silence. As they got closer to the Colosseum, Ueno would be in the middle of explaining who would most likely know who they were fighting first, if the match ups weren't to be made public to everyone. This was interrupted by a chance sighting of a boulder flying through the air like a meteor. A meteor flying straight towards the city. Don't investigate it. Conquest issued the command to Ueno knowing full well it was going to be ignored. The guitar sighed inaudibly as his master ran towards where he thought the meteor was going to land. Curiosity killed the cat, but Ueno knew he had a few lives to spare.</s> <\|message\|>Lefay Moros Vorsickle Moros yawned as he made his way through the city, Lefay imitating the movement as did whenever she was in his shape. He didn't complain about it, even though he always got weird looks when she did that, he learned long ago it only encouraged her. His stomach growling at him reminded him that he'd skipped his breakfast to get here early, which meant that he was eager to get something to eat. After all, it wouldn't do to enter such a prestigious tournament on an empty stomach and preform any less than his best. Even though he didn't think he'd get that far. He'd done well at his own Academy but here he was supposed to be fighting the best from everywhere. Still, his mother wouldn't settle for anything but first place so he had to at least try for her. His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound and a sudden darkness. Glancing upwards Moros saw a large rock hurtling through the air, seemingly aimed to impact only a few streets ahead of him and he could've sworn he'd seen someone on top of it. Surely no one was foolish enough to attack here. Now curious Moros picked up his pace a little so he could arrive at the landing spot and see what the deal was. Lefay seemed equally curious and ran ahead of him, turning to face him to make sure he could read her lips and called backwards, "Race ya wimp." before continuing on. Maybe if you didn't have to carry this massive harp. Moros thought grumpily as he chased after.</s>	<\|message\|>Taylor Sinclair Out the back behind a fairly well regarded inn, a red headed girl in a pinstriped suit was slumped awkwardly on the ground. From another it would appear as if she was sitting on top of the crate, but gravity proved otherwise and she held a bottle close, full of amber liquid with a prestigious label emblazoned on it, as if it was a teddy bear. Looming over her, a skeletal woman with an eyepatch lightly kicked at the snoozing drunkard's legs. "Wake up, TayTay. I know you and your good friend Jack Daniels and Johnny Walker had good fun last night, but it's about as late as we can wait without being late to the tournament. Besides, I want some!" reaching down with her bony hand Scarlet snatched up the bottle when the girl on the ground as quick as lightning woke up and lunged for the escaping bottle. "Nooooo! Scarlet! Give it back! I paid for it! I had to stop two towns away, give up accomodation and leg it all the way here to afford that! That's good stuff and is going to be my post tournament celebration!" "So you're gonna win then?" the bony hands deftly examining the botte, nodding in approval at her friend's taste. Taylor hadn't been much of a drinker before meeting up with Scarlet, but now she had a cast iron liver and could last longer than a seasoned soldier. Still had that daft idea of out drinking a skeleton though. Fiddling with the lid Scarlet almost laughed at Taylor's face of panic as she reached up from the ground and couldn't resist poking her cheek covered in white makeup that was seemingly permanent since she had never seen Taylor without it. "When did I say win, Scar? I just said post tournament! What the hell does winning matter anyway? Teach just wants me and you to show off a bit~" a whining tone entered Taylor's voice as Scarlet's boot poked her face "Just give it back Scar! Oi! Wait! Where you going?!" scrambling to her feet and scooping up her sheathed falchion and trumpet case Taylor watched as Scarlet tossed the bottle in the air, caught it in her sombrero before putting it back on jauntily and swaggared away. Where the hell does a skeleton get such a swagger from anyway? "The Arena numbskull. I told you we'd be late if you kept snoozing" Scarlet for her part took out a hip flask and poured it down her non existant throat, amber liquid visible as it went down, before igniting into a ball for fire inside her rib cage and the gas flowing up into her skull before vanishing just behind her eyes "If you win, you get the expensive booze~" "Damnit Scar! I paid for it with my money!" blade on her hip and trumpet case in hand, Taylor glared up with her white and blue eyes at the one black and gold eye of Scarlet. Cursing under her breath Taylor snatched Scarlet's hip flask and took three quick swigs "One for courage, one for luck and one because up yours Scar, I want my expensive stuff back!" coughing as if she was about to give up a lung Taylor took a deep breath and a whew~ noise escaped her as the skeleton and mariachi made their way towards the tournament ground</s>
<\|description\|>Isabelle Kaiser Song Knight Title: The Striking Sonata Age: 19 Gender: Female Grade: 4th Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza Height: 167 cm Weight: 77 kilograms. Appearance: The general appearance is pretty spot on with this image, but as with these kinds of things it's not at all perfect. The outfit is not correct, as she wears a dark blue cloth over most of her body, that fights well and allows her good range of movement. A baggy darker blue cloth that resembles a dress covers the area from her shoulders to just below her lower thigh, so as to provide decency. If she isn't trying to blend in to dark surroundings, she wears a gold pendant, with a medallion hanging from it that has her schools emblem. The rest of her outfit is basically the same, except small gold chains hang down around her arms, connected to silver rings on her hands. Her body is heavily muscled from wielding her great sword so regularly and the constant sparring matches. The outfit she wears hides the muscle tone well causing many to underestimate her despite her intimidating sword. She is also a bit taller then the picture would suggest. Personality: Isabelle is a very positive person, with a Cheshire grin or smirk often painted upon her face. She enjoys practical jokes quite a lot, though they may not end well. Despite her positive nature there is a bit of a disconnect. Her upbringing has forced upon her a desensitized view of violence, and she almost revels in the violent acts she sometimes preforms. Her practical jokes are only considered such by her as she is quite cruel, often resorting to physical violence. The only reason she considers them practical jokes is because they make her laugh, though she often is the only one laughing. So despite her friendly mannerisms, she has few friends. She drives away the ones she do has, and they only stay with her if they are some sort of masochist, which some of them have been. Despite the way she drives away her friends, she easily entraps people at first with her positive attitude. In summation Isabelle is great at making friends but terrible at keeping them. History:Isabelle's life has been quite the lavish experience thus far. She was born into a wealthy family and was the youngest of three siblings. Her family's plentiful wealth afforded her a liberal habit of spending money. She made friends easily and often kept them via her parent's influence. Despite this she did make one or two friends that stuck with her because of her. Nathan was her eldest brother and was one of her closest friends. He joined the military as soon as he could, and died within a year of leaving Isabelle's childhood home. The weapon Isabelle wields was once Nathan's and he was also the one who taught her to wield it. After her brother's death Isabelle become a kind of recluse, drifting away from anyone and everyone. She recovered within a month however, and started practicing constantly to celebrate her brother's memory. She quickly became an apt sword fighter, though her skills only extended to her greatsword and no other weapons; Mostly because no motivation was found when practicing with those weapons, though endless amounts was found in the greatsword. Instrument and Weapons: Isabelle's instrument is quite the conundrum. She does not use any traditional instruments but instead whistles. Her weapon is quite normal; She wields a pure black great sword, with a red line down the center of the blade. When this red line meets the hilt it creates a floral pattern. The weapon is reminiscent of a European claymore in size and weight. Magic: Isabelle can create stone golems out of the materials around her, and can also encase herself in the stone, manipulating it with her magic. Unfortunately this armor slows her reaction time and her general movement. The golems can only be manipulated if they are within 100 meters of her, and if that threshold is crossed they will stand stark still (much like Ned Stark). They seem to be more durable then the materials they are made up but only marginally so, and the same applies to her armor. At one time she can only manipulate three golems, though her armor counts as a golem. Controlling more then one golem at once takes her complete concentration, and controlling all three will often test her limits. She is prone to migraines after long bouts. The golems size is around that of a grizzly bear on its hind legs. They around 200-230 centimeters in height a majority of the time, unless Isabelle has a specific reason for making them larger in which case the largest one can go is the sum of the other three. If one's size is the culmination of the other three then that is the only golem that can be summoned. Much in the same way she can create two golems with a size of about 250 centimeters each. Unfortunately for Isabelle, even if she devotes he complete concentration she can't control more then three at once. Their appearance is always reminiscent of the minerals around them and have shining red eyes. Other: (Anything not covered by the above). Spirit Name: Sole Title: N/A Gender: Male Element: Earth Rank: C Height: 106 centimeters Weight: 18 kilograms Appearance: Personality: Sole is a very judgmental creature, and is prone to petulant fits of rage. When he doesn't get his way, or when Isabelle disregards his advice he resigns himself to sullen silences. Sole rarely talks to others Isabelle is spending time with, and will occasionally insult her opponents without Isabelle's consent (though he very well doesn't need it, as he is a sentient creature besides her). He is occasionally timid when Isabelle's opinion of a person isn't known, and often adopts her opinion once it becomes known. On the flip side, if Isabelle has been particularly mean or unfair to him he will express a personality completely opposite to hers, and (for example) nitpick her plans when she says them out loud. Despite all his quarks he is seemingly completely dependent on Isabelle's presence, seeming drained once summoned after having been banished for a long period of time. Though sleep will refresh Isabelle, it will only drain Sole as she will not sleep with him present. Powers: Sole's main ability is to allow anyone to have more direct control of any golems they control. Almost as if Sole's body is acting as a secondary mind to process things he allows Isabelle to control her golems without "zoning out" and even allowing precise movements. Besides that Sole is very lack luster, as the only ability he has besides that is to reconstruct himself from any matter around him as long as he isn't banished in the mean time. He can also levitate, as he can** He does this without Isabelle's instruction, and most of the time just floats above one of her shoulders, occasionally offering advice.</s> <\|message\|>Lefay Moros Vorsickle Moros was relieved by the appearance of the guard who quickly made sure the crowd wasn't going to burn them at the stake. He was especially glad they'd arrived before the girl with the stone golem had arrived, as the crowd would've undoubtedly gotten even more angry. Some of these Song Knights looked quite powerful, he wasn't looking forward to fighting them. Regardless the situation was under control now and they'd been ordered to disperse, something Moros had no qualms doing. Without another word to anyone he began moving towards the Colosseum. He'd heard there was a play going on, he'd never had the chance to see a play before. Lefay was bored as usual and walked behind him, casually tripping people every now and then. As yet another person stumbled past him he let out a small sigh of exasperation, "Play nice Fay, if you get me in trouble again I'll ground you." Lefay snorted haughtily but obeyed all the same. She hated not being summoned even more than she liked messing with people.</s> <\|message\|>Cothyl Randar Xenil Emotions were reaching a high when the guard arrived. Some booming voice was trying to restore order quickly, giving Randar a startle at the speed in which they arrived.He took his eyes off the girl for a few seconds to get a good look at this guy. The man was tall and was obviously missing an arm, no doubt from some fight in his past. He looked angry ordering the civilians to calm down and commanded a Song Knight to dismiss their Spirit. Randar was in no position to spot the Spirit, being on one knee in a crowd. No doubt probably trying to show hate for the skeleton, he thought to himself as he turned back to the girl. He was speechless, he looked away for no longer than 10 seconds, but she vanished. Everyone was dispersing, no hope to find her now. Over the roar of the crowd, Randar heard the fireworks and bells ringing. He didn't have much time, so he left as well. His small size once again allowing him to leave unnoticed. He still had a couple things on his list. Signing in, getting Cothyl up to size, and figuring out his opponent to work out a strategy. Surprise should be a strong opening, but it won't work a second time. Round one was his concern, a couple of Song Knights looked tough. A skeleton with a dangerous fire that he could tell would hinder him if it hit. A smug man on a throne with animated golems. Some guy confident his shield could stop a boulder from crushing him like a grape. Oh god, the boulder, he cursed himself. Mary was always the wild card, her plans somehow blew up or worked despite the odds. He did not want to have to fight her, someone else please. Then there was Zachary, who's Spirit was a dark element. If they fought, it wouldn't last long, both being effective against each other. There were still more unknowns that would be there, that was the hard part to prepare for. With a sigh, he took the back roads to the arena, he had enough being in the spotlight for the moment. A couple bad calls really got to him. If that was a fight, he would have lost right there. With shame and resolve, he wasn't gonna have that happen again. He glanced at Cothyl, about 4 feet, gonna need more size. After signing in and checking for the match up, he got a bit to eat and waited on a nice patch of grass until it was time to fight in the Battle Royal. There was a play going on, but he wasn't interested in watching it. Cothyl should be 16 feet tall easily by the time it started, gotta play with their expectations. If they think that's his maximum size, then round two will be even better. Randar couldn't help but get lost in his fantasies on seeing their face at losing to his superior brains and brawn.</s>	<\|message\|>Isabelle Kaiser I sabelle approached the square loudly sat atop her golem, her eyes glowing with an incomparable emotion beyond them. As she got closer though, a guard interrupted the event, and gave her a petulant glance. Immediately he demanded the dismissal of Atlas, causing a frown to paint itself across her mouth. "But Atlas is sentient! I can't just dismiss him." The lie leaving her lips as she wore an exaggerated pout. Despite her protests the guard seemed to be unconcerned, and she let out a sigh. Isabelle made the creature lower her to the ground before causing it to lay down and fall apart. In the distance fireworks exploded signaling that there now remained only half an hour before the tournament began. "That's our cue!" She said happily, leaving the square quickly. Isabelle's feet covered ground swiftly as she ran her fingers over her greatsword's hilt. Her smile stayed on her face easily as she looked at her aurroundings.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyle Sellars Appearance: Age: 16 Sex: Male Infection type: Carrier Powers: Rapid healing (a few times faster than normal), Telekinesis (about 5 pounds), Resilience (Damage resistance and tire more slowly) Personality: A fan of comics/anime, he is obsessed with heroics, and will generally do what he considers to be the most heroic. Bio: A typical geeky teenage boy, he is raised by a single mom. When they returned from a Florida vacation shortly after his sixteenth century he started to get a fever. The next day, when he started to go downstairs, he suddenly grew dizzy at the top of the steps and fell down the staircase. He woke up in the hospital with a neck brace on. They had to restrain him until his next healed, or he risked serious spinal cord damage. He had to lay there for days unable to even go to the bathroom or bathe by himself. He hated it, and wanted to do things on his own. He got his wish when the TV remote slid into his hand. Now that he's recovered he feels like he needs to help others with his gift. That is, after all, the heroic thing to do. Equipment: Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone Name: Derrin Sellars Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Super strength, Resilience (damage resistance, and tire more slowly), electrogenesis (electrifies his body) Personality: A bit of a jerk, he tells you the truth as he sees it, without concern for how you'll react. He's dedicated to protecting people, but mostly his younger cousin Kyle. Bio: Became infected after visited is cousin the day before a big Karate tournament. Despite the fact that he had a fever, he decided to fight anyway. The virus clouded his mind, making it difficult to react during the tournament, but for some reason no one's blows did little to no damage after the first few rounds. He was disqualified, however,when he broke a kid's ribs with a kick. He was certain he didn't kick them very hard, but the paramedic said otherwise. When he went to visit his cousin just after he got out of the hospital, his cousin showed him his telekinesis and he demonstrated his strength with an old set of weights. As he still had a slight fever, his cousin suggested that he try to get a "real" super power and started sparing with him. Due to his cousin's "carrier" status his cousin quickly developed an immunity to his blows. One day, angry that he couldn't get through his cousin's defenses, he hit him as hard as he could in anger and his cousin flew backwards, body jerking as he hit the ground. He had gained the ability to shock people by generating electricity. The next day his symptoms started going away, and he learned that he was now over it, not a carrier like his cousin. When his cousin decided to start dealing with the super-villains that were hurting people, he decided to team up with him to help out. Equipment: five hundred dollars, Iphone 20 (first smartphone with a quantum chipset on the market), 2012 Prius, Karate gear</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars de Cloyes"Oh, hi there," Derrin replied when the woman asked him if he was okay. "Yeah, I..." he winched as he sat up. "I can keep going. I've been sunburnt worse than this before." He stood up, trying not to show that he was in pain. "Unless you've got powers, I'd suggest you leave. This guy's pretty dangerous." He saw another woman, the one that pulled the Cosplayer off of the villain, shoot the man with electricity. "So, electricity works, good to know." Derrin flicked his wrist and arcs of lightning started jumping around his hands. "Comeon, ma'am," said the cop from before, motioning for her to come with him. "I've been order to not interfere with the vigilantes, so I'm clearing civilians from the area." He then addressed those that were fighting the pryomaniac. "Hey, he just set that apartment on fire." he said, motioning to a block of condos down the street. "Fire trucks and ambulances are on the way. If you want to play hero, saving people from a burning building is a classic." He motioned to the woman again and started ordering onlookers to back up. As the only cop on the scene he couldn't properly block of the area, but he should be able to keep them from getting caught in the middle. His mind now on the enemy, Derrin called to Kyle. "Hey, distract him while I move in." Kyle nodded and began lifting up random pieces of debris with his mind, throwing them at the man. Unconcerned, however, the man held up his left hand and a force field about three feet in diameter appeared, blocking the debris. This bought Derrin enough time to run at him and swing at the man with an electric punch. The man managed do block the punch, however the field was now less than a foot in diameter and he was being push back by the series of electric blows Derrin was landing.</s> <\|message\|>Mab Javert Mab Javert Mab Javert smiled as more Powered Humans revealed themselves; all of them with interesting powers. A few were even unmasked. Bringing up several profiles from the local surveillance database, she looked up Derrin, Kyle, Alexander (she had seen him before he put on his helmet) and Kat, while finding no records of Vin/Vini. A smile from her as she continued reading. Perfectly ordinary people with a desire to be heroes. Problem is, even heroes needed to eat. Calling up Kyle's mother's employer, Mab would then say, using her Compulsion power again: "You will fire [Kyle's Mother's Name]; find any excuse you can, just fire her." What was the purpose of that? Well, let's just say that 1.) it would be a shock to Kyle and make him more pliable, and 2.) she can offer him or his mother a job in one of her front businesses, allowing her a hold over the Powered. Alexander Sky "Understood!" said Alex, rushing towards the burning buildings, his powers making his clothes flame-resistant! Of course, he didn't have an axe to break down obstructions, but he can make matter softer, soft enough to pull apart. Turning a door into the consistency of bubblegum and silly putty, Alex pulled said door off and broke into a room, and spoke to anyone trapped within: "Get out of here right now! I just opened an exit!" And with that, Alex would keep trying to save people, either opening pathways to them - he can use his power on walls, as well, or healing burn victims or victims of asphyxiation (the latter with somewhat less success than the former), or waiting for whatever partner he had to break apart burning debris or quenching fires, so that he didn't get burned or asphyxiated. , @Mr_pink@Ceta de Cloyes</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin glared at the guy at being brushed off, crossing her arms and trying not to scowl as she pondered what to say. Then a burst of electricity caught her attention. A new face appeared on the scene, shooting a blast of electricity. Vin raised an eyebrow in intrigue, curious about the girl's power- but then the guy beside her was suddenly electrified as well. It seemed energy manipulators weren't as rare as she thought they were. The guy ran off without giving her a chance to offer her help- or rather, not the help she was willing to offer. She refused to get involved in the battle, but she'd have healed his wounds. They hadn't seemed bad, directing his cells to repair the damage wouldn't be too costly, and she could always tap into the city's power to replenish herself. Then there was a useless cop herding her off, and she turned her glare on him, totally unimpressed. She stalked off, retreating around the corner of a building and out of sight. She went slightly down the street away from anyone still watching and circled around to the apartment that was on fire. She ducked into alley halfway there, shedding her pants and jacket to pull on a new set of clothes. The girl who walked out of the adjacent building's front door didn't look anything like the one who had ducked into the alley. She slipped into the building on fire and started pulling in energy from the heat, effectively snuffing out any flames that got near. Then she started perusing anything worth liberating for herself. Mostly clothes, not even bothering to look for money or something equally as hard to find. Boy clothes, girl clothes, kid clothes, adult clothes... she collected three whole outfits from the first room and stuffed them into her bag. Her simple presence had extinguished the fire in the room around her, as well as lessening the amount of heat in the lower building. Then she left, snatching a pair of vans from by the door as she did, and the heat began building up again. If anyone looked too hard at her, her skin almost seemed to glow. If they could see behind her sunglasses there wouldn't be an almost about it. She hastily vanished down another alley and into the bathroom of a restaurant who were all outside staring at the commotion. There was a slight problem in that taking so much heat energy into herself was too much for her, and the energy was causing the glow as it hummed excitedly in her cells. She needed to discharge the excess, but she struggled with a moment on how... With little option, she simply vented it in it's previous form, the temperature in the bathroom rising rapidly. She then changed clothes into what she'd been wearing before reverted back to 'Vin', taking the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and steal a plate of food that had yet to be taken out to the patrons. She exited the back of the restaurant with a fancy plate in hand, using a fork to stab the cheesy pasta and looking around the corner to watch the fight with the pyro, filling her stomach as she did. This disaster had been rather lucky for her, she'd needed a change of clothes, it was actually why she was currently Vin and not Vini, she hadn't had the chance to wash her boy clothes in a while. She didn't even feel bad about it, the people she'd stolen from probably deserved a bit of karma, and her presence had likely spared their stuff from the flames assuming the fire department was quick about it. They'd have lost much more if she hadn't decided to steal from them! All in all she was rather satisfied, now she just had to wait and see what the result was here. She was curious what happened to criminals with powers, and she wanted a better look at those shock-y people, the girl and the guy. The girl had good range, and the guy hadn't seemed to need a refuel, there was a lot she wanted to know about them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Though Derrin could push him back, he couldn't get a blow past the man's shield. Derrin wondered if the fact that he couldn't actually throw lightning might actually cost him the battle. No, that wasn't it. The man's shield was just too strong. He'd have to try and get around it. When they got close to a newspaper dispenser Derrin kicked it at the man, distracting him long enough for the man to move his shield. Derrin used the opening to take a swing at the man's face, but the pyro was already covering himself with a ball of fire that was forming in his left hand. Unable to react in time, Derrin was hit in the chest with a fireball for the second time, though this one was significantly less powerful, and only knocked him off of his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky Alexander Sky Somehow, several flames in his way had been quenched, but were building up again. Choosing not to question a gift horse, Alexander kept rescuing and healing more people, as well as using a fire extinguisher he found to quench some more flames. He then heard more screaming, and softened a wall, finding a room holding a terrified family of four; two parents, two kids. "Go, go, go!" Alexander said as the fire continued to rage, and the family moved out of the room as fast as possible. But before Alexander can move out himself - The ceiling crashed on top of him, and it was only his ability to harden his own costume that saved him from more than a few large bruises. Nevertheless, he was unable to move, and the fires were inching towards him. "Help!" he screamed, "help!"</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin frowned, the shock guy seemed to be losing his battle, his opponent was just too quick, and seemed to have a counter for everything. She pondered going to help for a moment, but really, there were plenty of others who'd already involved themselves, did she really need to risk it? Her eyes fell on the burning building. No. She didn't. But she wanted to. Sighing in exasperation at herself, she shoved another two fork-fulls of pasta into her mouth and shoved the plate into a trash can. This is going to end in tears. Then she was shoving her way past the policeman- and really, why don't they just shoot someone already! and approaching the pyro from behind. She used the shocky man's attack as a distraction and reached out to grip the man by the back of his neck. She simultaneously launched two separate attacks; beginning to suck in every bit of energy the man's body was producing and storing, and forcing his skin to rip itself apart, which would result in long cuts all over his body. It was a vicious attack, but she wasn't too concerned. He would probably survive. Probably.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyle Sellars BeeKyle heard someone screaming inside the burning building and ran inside, dodging around several people who were escaping. "Where cough are you?" he thought he heard something and moved direction. There he saw the same person who had helped them earlier, a cosplayer in a Star Wars costume? "Don't worry, Po, I'll get you out of here." he said as he looked around for some way to lift the beam that had the man pinned. Soon he found a metal standing lamp. He kicked a piece of scorched wood toward where the beam touched the ground used the lamp to leverage it up by about an inch. "Cough, cough Can you move cough now." He laid over the lamp to put his maximum weight on it and continued to cough. --- de CloyesThe Pyromaniac dropped his shield and fell onto the ground as his energy was drained from him. Soon he slacked onto the ground and his heartbeat started to slow as he lost consciousness. "He's not dead, is he?" asked the woman who had defeated the man as he stood up. Even he knew that heroes weren't supposed to kill villains without a really good reason.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyle Sellars Appearance: Age: 16 Sex: Male Infection type: Carrier Powers: Rapid healing (a few times faster than normal), Telekinesis (about 5 pounds), Resilience (Damage resistance and tire more slowly) Personality: A fan of comics/anime, he is obsessed with heroics, and will generally do what he considers to be the most heroic. Bio: A typical geeky teenage boy, he is raised by a single mom. When they returned from a Florida vacation shortly after his sixteenth century he started to get a fever. The next day, when he started to go downstairs, he suddenly grew dizzy at the top of the steps and fell down the staircase. He woke up in the hospital with a neck brace on. They had to restrain him until his next healed, or he risked serious spinal cord damage. He had to lay there for days unable to even go to the bathroom or bathe by himself. He hated it, and wanted to do things on his own. He got his wish when the TV remote slid into his hand. Now that he's recovered he feels like he needs to help others with his gift. That is, after all, the heroic thing to do. Equipment: Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone Name: Derrin Sellars Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Super strength, Resilience (damage resistance, and tire more slowly), electrogenesis (electrifies his body) Personality: A bit of a jerk, he tells you the truth as he sees it, without concern for how you'll react. He's dedicated to protecting people, but mostly his younger cousin Kyle. Bio: Became infected after visited is cousin the day before a big Karate tournament. Despite the fact that he had a fever, he decided to fight anyway. The virus clouded his mind, making it difficult to react during the tournament, but for some reason no one's blows did little to no damage after the first few rounds. He was disqualified, however,when he broke a kid's ribs with a kick. He was certain he didn't kick them very hard, but the paramedic said otherwise. When he went to visit his cousin just after he got out of the hospital, his cousin showed him his telekinesis and he demonstrated his strength with an old set of weights. As he still had a slight fever, his cousin suggested that he try to get a "real" super power and started sparing with him. Due to his cousin's "carrier" status his cousin quickly developed an immunity to his blows. One day, angry that he couldn't get through his cousin's defenses, he hit him as hard as he could in anger and his cousin flew backwards, body jerking as he hit the ground. He had gained the ability to shock people by generating electricity. The next day his symptoms started going away, and he learned that he was now over it, not a carrier like his cousin. When his cousin decided to start dealing with the super-villains that were hurting people, he decided to team up with him to help out. Equipment: five hundred dollars, Iphone 20 (first smartphone with a quantum chipset on the market), 2012 Prius, Karate gear</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin There came a certain surety and confidence from knowing herself to be attractive, her body had been shaped by her own thoughts and opinions, but Vin wasn't dense, she could see she wasn't having the effect she'd wanted. So she relaxed, using the motion to reach for some napkins as an excuse to slide away from the man nonchalantly as she dropped all skin contact and pretended to be absorbed in preparing her food - which wasn't the best play now that she thought about it. All she could do was push some fries out of the way and squeeze some ketchup. Not exactly a distracting task. She pondered a moment what to say, before deciding to both be vague and stick to the truth. "I can manipulate organic stuff," she admitted, holding out her hand for him to see. Her palm split right down the middle without anything cutting it, and blood welled up from the wound. Before it could spill from her hand however, the blood sucked itself right back into the cut, which sealed itself shut as if nothing had happened. "I'd make a fantastic Doctor," she grinned, hoping the demonstration wouldn't be related enough to shapeshifting for him to come to that conclusion. She wasn't sure she wanted anyone to know she could do that. She held back a grimace at the thought. "And I can read minds." She said, grinning wider. "But don't worry, I'm really bad at it." It was actually a little amusing, mostly frustrating, but a little amusing too. She wasn't like Jean from X-Men, she didn't have trouble controlling the power and couldn't stop reading others' minds, more like the opposite; she had trouble reading anyone's mind, consciously or otherwise. "You'd totally know if I was reading your thoughts; my face'd be all scrunched up and I'd have this derpy look of concentration on." Even then there was no garuntee she'd succeed in getting anything other than a feeling of discomfort from them because of her intense stare. She tossed a ketchup-covered fry into her mouth. "Last power is like yours," she started, "manipulate electricity, energy and stuff." She waved a hand at him, "Unkike you though, I tend to shock myself. And burn myself." She frowned at the memory of blackening her hands the first time she'd tried pulling in too much energy and had been forced to vent it as fire from her hands. She inspected her smooth palms critically, knowing they were fine, flawless and healed, but still the memory of pain rested on her mind. That had been a very unpleasant experience. Shaking off the feeling, she refocused on the blond with a smile. "What do ya think?" She asked teasingly, "Can I handle myself in a fight?" Of course that wasn't the real question, the real question was: 'Do you still like me even though I've got freaky powers?' It was stupid, he was like her, he had freaky powers too, but it didn't change the fact she was nervous, maybe her's were extra creepy? Even without admitting to shapeshifting the mind-reading was probably a deal breaker. And now that she thought about it her display of cutting and healing herself had been rather gruesome. Not that it had hurt, if she focused she could stop herself from feeling pain. Not something she'd be able to do in a fight or while under a lot of pressure, but for that moment she managed.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars "I'm not sure if we're going into an xmen senario or not. After that kid and I used our powers we got looks from several people in the crowd. The ref even had to step in and say that because powers weren't forbidden in the rules and because we hadn't cheated the kid could continue. Lost to you in the last round, but I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't allowed to use our powers, or even participate next year. It took decades before things really went down hill for the xmen." He paused for a moment. "We need a professor X." "As for my powers, I fell down some stairs." He was going to stop there, but realized it sounded like he was trying to cover up abuse. "Really, broke my neck. I was in the hospital unable to move and it got ridiculous. the nurse had to bathe me, feed me, carry away my shit, wipe my ass, everything. I just wanted to be able to do something by myself. That's when the tv remote came to me. After that I got the healing, for obvious reasons, and when my cousin with super strength started to train me I got durability, again for obvious reasons. You?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky "Again," spoke Alexander, "I lost friends to the virus." Deciding to elaborate, he continued: "I always wanted to be a hero, wanted to be the light in the grim darkness of our world. But, what I ended up becoming was a self-righteous asshole; I myself don't know if I've changed. I had a habit of making friends, then alienating them, and then the Martian Virus struck my hometown; I remember hearing about my family fearing for my life, or my friends dying. Just before my powers manifested, remember...wanting to go back to those times, as well as wanting to...pierce my delirium and reveal the truth behind things..." "You're also right on how the situation may not have deteriorated yet. But, I didn't use my powers, so that might...I'm just being optimistic." "As for a 'Professor X', that'd be convenient, but for now, we should assume we're thrown on our own resources."</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky @ the diner: "Cool," said Derrin, glad that she had backed off. Talking about super powers made him nervous enough, but talking to a hot chick, especially one that was into you, was even worse. "No wonder you beat him so easily. He couldn't really effect you." --- @ the convention: "I didn't know you could get powers like that, but, now that I think about it, there's no reason you couldn't. At lease we have an Emma Frost, even if we don't have a Professor. Maybe we can form our own Xmen without one." "Yeah," said Alexander. "Either way, we're going to need money, connections, and hideouts. We also need popular support; without that, we are nothing. Oh, and an encrypted website that's public, but unhackable." A smile. "We're going to have fun working together." "Sounds like I need to do some studying, then. I'm decent with tech, so I'll start looking stuff up when I get the chance. Besides, I can still get powers if I need them enough, so I bet if I study enough I'll get that level in Supergenious I was talking about." Alexander blinked. "You can? How? I thought once the infection has passed..." Kyle pulled out his cell phone and brought up a youtube video about the virus. "I've seen a few videos, including this one, that suggest that not everyone loses the ability to get new powers when their symptoms go away. They call them "Carriers", and the carriers can infect other people. I checked on the FDA website, and it looks like they think that's a possibility. If that's the case, the guy that broke out of qurantene at the space center is probably on too, and he's still on the loose." "So," spoke Alex, "another villain to fight, if he is a villain."</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin "Well-" she began, but stopped just as quick as she uttered the first word. She had been about to launch into a detailed analysis of the different weaknesses and frustrations she'd observed about her powers, but she realized outlining them to a stranger was a terrible idea. "No," she finished softly after a moment of silence. "I guess he couldn't." Now she was thinking, and a kind of lost feeling settled in her gut. This was a terrible idea, what was she thinking? She was going to get herself killed or worse. She shot a hurt look at Derrin, though it was nothing he did, more like she felt guilty for tricking him. She wasn't a girl, so what was she playing at here? She sighed and pushed her food away, appetite thoroughly lost. She wiped her hands on a napkin and made to leave. "I'm sorry," she apologized hastily, "This was a mistake, I should've never got involved. Should've just kept my head down and gone to Canada like I planned from the start." She huffed, mostly talking to herself now. "I'm not needed, and I'm not wanted. Just how I like it." She muttered, lying to herself as she made to escape the restaurant.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Diner: "Wait, don't go." said Derrin, trying to get out of his seat quickly. "Who said you weren't wanted?" Vin hesitated, it was rude of her to just leave, but at the same time she felt her previous words were still true. "It's nothing," she said waving a hand as if to shoo the question away, "I just hear things y'know? My telepathy I mean, not always, it takes too much thought, but you start to get the patterns after a while. I think it'd be best if I just left." She wasn't sure, but running had worked out for her before. Somewhat, Okay, so she was a homeless thief now, it wasn't that bad. ...it might've been that bad. "Is someone here hostile to us?" He didn't understand what was going on. "I guess they're a bit weary of us, but I doubt they hate us enough to try anything." "What?" She asked, misunderstanding where his question had come from. "No, it's not that, just in general." She explained, "I don't mean to offend," she tried, "I just feel like it'd be best if I stayed out of- well, everything. I'm going to Canada, that was the plan at least. A small Canadian town where no one will find me." She wasn't sure why she thought that was a good plan, it sounded awfully lonely, and really she'd prefer to live in a big city and spend her life partying, but Canada sounded... safe? "Do you have family there? Friends?" He wasn't sure why she'd run away to there. "From what I've heard, some small towns are worse than big cities. At least in the city there are other people like you, and still other people who understand what it's liked to be a bit of an outcast because of who you are." He paused and took a breath. "I guess what I'm saying is, if you want to go, I won't stop you, but I think that here you'll at least have friends and people who know what you're going through. Personally, if things get worse, I'd prefer to be with my cousin or others that were also hated for being a Super than in some city where they may or may not accept me." Her powers were only obvious if she made them obvious, but despite her ability to conceal herself, he had a point. Better to be surrounded by friends- if that's what was even being offered here, than to be surrounded by enemies. "I... don't have anyone." She admitted after a moment. "Fine, I'll stay, but you asked for it." She said with a slight smirk. "Asked for what? Are you saying I can't handle you?" Derring caught himself. "I mean, you being around. I wasn't...uh..." His voice trailed off. Vin's smile wavered at his words, he had no idea how right he was. But that wasn't a conversation for now, so she decided to just roll with it. "Exactly," She said, not bothering to specify, "I need a place to stay. Got a room?" She asked with an innocent grin. "Well, my roommate did move out when he found out I was a Super. "For his own safety" he said, so I've got a room if you need it." It'd take a bit of getting used to having a female roommate, though. Convention "Yeah, I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he's still missing. If he does start breaking the law, it could reflect badly on all of us. People tend to group others together based on similarities, and our powers could be just the thing to get us labeled as bad guys." "Indeed," spoke Alexander. "We need to start organizing for our rights, and we need to do so on the Internet and locally." "In that case, I'll introduce you to a few of my forum friends."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Sky Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Renovation and Restoration - Alexander touches a broken machine or tool, or a wounded person, and, with time and energy, can repair/heal them by reverting their bodies to a previous state. However, the more severe the damage, the more time is needed to heal and repair it. Durability and Softness - Alexander can harden or soften matter that he touches; he can turn his clothes hard enough to stop bullets, and knifes as soft as Styrofoam. Revelation - Alexander can sense other people with powers and know what said powers are. Personality: Alexander seeks to be the Hope in the Grim Darkness, but lacks the persistence to be truly that. Thus, he mostly counts on his raw power and apperance of strength to get people to see things his way, which is a flaw. He also tends to try to be too many things at the same time; fighter, healer, planner, and morale raiser, to the point where he fails to master one specialty due to dabbling in all. But beneath it all, he's a kind person who genuinely tries to change, a kind person who sincerely tries to help others. Bio: Alexander Sky was born with an ordinary life, as an ordinary kid, and he wanted to escape that. He wanted to be the light in a world that was troubled, to be a source of hope for a world that was suffering, and that led him to be a self-rightheous goody-two-shoes who skated by on raw talent, which did not always come through for him. He made many friends, both online and offline, but also lost some of them due to his self-righteousness and tendency to be full of himself. Then came the infection; the Martian Virus had come to his hometown, and he lost more friends to the disease, before falling prey to the sickness himself. When he came to, he discovered something strange about himself, strange powers over matter and life that he never had before. He now had the ability to be the Hope for people that he always wanted to be...but it came at great cost. For the trauma that caused his powers to manifest was survivors' guilt over his friends' deaths. Equipment: Identical to Kyle's; Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone. There is also a laptop and two pistols (he just got his firearms license).</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin glared at the guy at being brushed off, crossing her arms and trying not to scowl as she pondered what to say. Then a burst of electricity caught her attention. A new face appeared on the scene, shooting a blast of electricity. Vin raised an eyebrow in intrigue, curious about the girl's power- but then the guy beside her was suddenly electrified as well. It seemed energy manipulators weren't as rare as she thought they were. The guy ran off without giving her a chance to offer her help- or rather, not the help she was willing to offer. She refused to get involved in the battle, but she'd have healed his wounds. They hadn't seemed bad, directing his cells to repair the damage wouldn't be too costly, and she could always tap into the city's power to replenish herself. Then there was a useless cop herding her off, and she turned her glare on him, totally unimpressed. She stalked off, retreating around the corner of a building and out of sight. She went slightly down the street away from anyone still watching and circled around to the apartment that was on fire. She ducked into alley halfway there, shedding her pants and jacket to pull on a new set of clothes. The girl who walked out of the adjacent building's front door didn't look anything like the one who had ducked into the alley. She slipped into the building on fire and started pulling in energy from the heat, effectively snuffing out any flames that got near. Then she started perusing anything worth liberating for herself. Mostly clothes, not even bothering to look for money or something equally as hard to find. Boy clothes, girl clothes, kid clothes, adult clothes... she collected three whole outfits from the first room and stuffed them into her bag. Her simple presence had extinguished the fire in the room around her, as well as lessening the amount of heat in the lower building. Then she left, snatching a pair of vans from by the door as she did, and the heat began building up again. If anyone looked too hard at her, her skin almost seemed to glow. If they could see behind her sunglasses there wouldn't be an almost about it. She hastily vanished down another alley and into the bathroom of a restaurant who were all outside staring at the commotion. There was a slight problem in that taking so much heat energy into herself was too much for her, and the energy was causing the glow as it hummed excitedly in her cells. She needed to discharge the excess, but she struggled with a moment on how... With little option, she simply vented it in it's previous form, the temperature in the bathroom rising rapidly. She then changed clothes into what she'd been wearing before reverted back to 'Vin', taking the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and steal a plate of food that had yet to be taken out to the patrons. She exited the back of the restaurant with a fancy plate in hand, using a fork to stab the cheesy pasta and looking around the corner to watch the fight with the pyro, filling her stomach as she did. This disaster had been rather lucky for her, she'd needed a change of clothes, it was actually why she was currently Vin and not Vini, she hadn't had the chance to wash her boy clothes in a while. She didn't even feel bad about it, the people she'd stolen from probably deserved a bit of karma, and her presence had likely spared their stuff from the flames assuming the fire department was quick about it. They'd have lost much more if she hadn't decided to steal from them! All in all she was rather satisfied, now she just had to wait and see what the result was here. She was curious what happened to criminals with powers, and she wanted a better look at those shock-y people, the girl and the guy. The girl had good range, and the guy hadn't seemed to need a refuel, there was a lot she wanted to know about them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Though Derrin could push him back, he couldn't get a blow past the man's shield. Derrin wondered if the fact that he couldn't actually throw lightning might actually cost him the battle. No, that wasn't it. The man's shield was just too strong. He'd have to try and get around it. When they got close to a newspaper dispenser Derrin kicked it at the man, distracting him long enough for the man to move his shield. Derrin used the opening to take a swing at the man's face, but the pyro was already covering himself with a ball of fire that was forming in his left hand. Unable to react in time, Derrin was hit in the chest with a fireball for the second time, though this one was significantly less powerful, and only knocked him off of his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky Alexander Sky Somehow, several flames in his way had been quenched, but were building up again. Choosing not to question a gift horse, Alexander kept rescuing and healing more people, as well as using a fire extinguisher he found to quench some more flames. He then heard more screaming, and softened a wall, finding a room holding a terrified family of four; two parents, two kids. "Go, go, go!" Alexander said as the fire continued to rage, and the family moved out of the room as fast as possible. But before Alexander can move out himself - The ceiling crashed on top of him, and it was only his ability to harden his own costume that saved him from more than a few large bruises. Nevertheless, he was unable to move, and the fires were inching towards him. "Help!" he screamed, "help!"</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin frowned, the shock guy seemed to be losing his battle, his opponent was just too quick, and seemed to have a counter for everything. She pondered going to help for a moment, but really, there were plenty of others who'd already involved themselves, did she really need to risk it? Her eyes fell on the burning building. No. She didn't. But she wanted to. Sighing in exasperation at herself, she shoved another two fork-fulls of pasta into her mouth and shoved the plate into a trash can. This is going to end in tears. Then she was shoving her way past the policeman- and really, why don't they just shoot someone already! and approaching the pyro from behind. She used the shocky man's attack as a distraction and reached out to grip the man by the back of his neck. She simultaneously launched two separate attacks; beginning to suck in every bit of energy the man's body was producing and storing, and forcing his skin to rip itself apart, which would result in long cuts all over his body. It was a vicious attack, but she wasn't too concerned. He would probably survive. Probably.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars BeeKyle heard someone screaming inside the burning building and ran inside, dodging around several people who were escaping. "Where cough are you?" he thought he heard something and moved direction. There he saw the same person who had helped them earlier, a cosplayer in a Star Wars costume? "Don't worry, Po, I'll get you out of here." he said as he looked around for some way to lift the beam that had the man pinned. Soon he found a metal standing lamp. He kicked a piece of scorched wood toward where the beam touched the ground used the lamp to leverage it up by about an inch. "Cough, cough Can you move cough now." He laid over the lamp to put his maximum weight on it and continued to cough. --- de CloyesThe Pyromaniac dropped his shield and fell onto the ground as his energy was drained from him. Soon he slacked onto the ground and his heartbeat started to slow as he lost consciousness. "He's not dead, is he?" asked the woman who had defeated the man as he stood up. Even he knew that heroes weren't supposed to kill villains without a really good reason.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Sky In response to Kyle's question, Alexander would say: "Yeah, I can move now," he then began to crawl from the collapsed ceiling beams. Once he was able to stand again, he spoke: "My fault, I softened the walls trying to rescue people; got the ceiling to collapse on me." "Yeah, that'll do it." responded Kyle, coughing violently. "The building's not exactly cough stable right now. cough, cough The wall strength is prob cough ably the only thing cough holding it up." He coughed several more times. Kyle would need to get out soon if he didn't want to rely on his powers to save his life. "Let's go," Alexander said as he rushed out through the hole he made in the wall, gesturing for Kyle to follow him. "I've covered most of the lower and mid-levels, but the upper floors might still have a few civilians in danger." "But to be honest, I don't know how long my powers can keep this up." He still made for the stairs to a higher floor anyway. Kyle followed after the cosplayer covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. "Name? Powers?" he asked the man. "Kyle, self healing, T.K., and durability." "Alexander Sky, I can heal and repair people and objects, harden and soften nonliving matter, and instantly find out what others' powers are," Alexander then confirmed that Kyle was telling the truth about his abilities. Suddenly, once they reached the floor, they can hear a child scream! Kyle ran ahead, passing Alexander as he jumped into the door at the top, breaking it down and relying on him powers to not get hurt by the fire on it. Thankfully it had a metal frame. He quickly stood up and ran towards the sound. Just before the door, though, a ceiling beam fell, hitting him and knocking him through the floor. Kyle heard his ribs break as the heavy beam pinned him to the floor after a ten foot drop. He screamed in pain. "Damnit!" Alexanser said as he, not being strong enough to lift the beam outright, softened it into the conistency of silly putty and began to pull out chunks of the beam, all the while as the child's screams, which can be heard as coming from a nearby room, grew weaker. "Kyle, can you use your TK?" Alex said, "I can't keep pulling chunks of the beam forever!" Kyle started pulling away chunks of softened wood a few pounds at a time, coughing up blood occasionally from a punctured lung. Their combined efforts soon had enough of it moved for Kyle to push the rest of the beam off of him. "It would take me at least a few days to heal from this, even with treatment." he told Alex. "You said something about healing?" "Yeah," Alex said as he held Kyle's shoulders, willing the other kid's body to heal. The wound would close, blood replenished, cells knitting themselves again. Soon, Kyle's body would be reverted to its previous state. But it was clear that Alexander was getting more and more exhausted. "Let's go," said the young man, going to the room where he heard the scream. Softening, then tearing apart the door, Alexander would go to the source of the screaming, the bathroom of the apartment room. There, he would find a small boy, about 10, his clothing soaked in water from a filled tub, on the verge of falling unconcious and drowning. Alexander made to lift him up...but found himself struck with vertigo; he's pushed himself beyond the limit! Kyle pulled himself up by a floor beam, quickly getting off of it when it started to crack, and entered the room. He saw Alex start to fall and caught him. "Woah," he said, "burnout?" Once the guy was back on his feet he picked up the child. "Come on." He started out the door but the beam beside the one that had impaled him fell down, blocking the door with a wall of fire. "Well we could always jump out the window. As long as I hit the ground first, with you guy's landing on me, you'll will be safe." "Burnout, and, I'm sure that this building has a fire escape," Alexander said, breathing hard, looking for, and finding, an emergency exit. "Now, I think we can go." He then rushed to said exit. When they got there, Kyle waited for Alex to step through the window, and handed him the drenched boy. He then stepped through himself, picking up the boy again. Thankfully the escape was bolted to a brick facade over a concrete block wall, so the fire had little effect on it other than heating it up. "come on" he said, heading down the steps. Alex walked down, finally giving silent thanks to God when he reached the ground. Then, he fainted.</s>
<\|description\|>Maris (No last name. Nomads are known by their tribe's name.) Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: 5' 6", stocky frame, with no feminine curves. She is strong and compact, built like a gymnast. She has sun-kissed skin, pin-straight, chin-length, sandy blonde hair, and gray-green eyes. She favors loose, cotton clothing in varying shades of tan and red. Normally, this consists of a long-sleeved undershirt, a short-sleeved tunic that reaches her knees, a pair of loose-fitting pants, and a long scarf that she wraps around her head and neck. Her shoes are crude, but sturdy, made of tough brown leather, and reach just above her ankles. Titan: Locke Origins: Nomadic tribe called the Sandmire Personality: Adventurous and inquisitive, Maris is a restless spirit who is constantly on the lookout for something fun and interesting to do. She loves exploring new lands, especially those that are as different from a flat desert as possible. She values freedom, independence, and hard work. She is passionate in everything she does and can have unpredictable mood swings. Her emotions are intense, and she will unleash them on anyone, at any time, for any reason. But she can also reign them in whenever she feels like it. She may be angry at you one second and completely forgiving the next. Her changeability is her gift and her curse--it can win her friends easily, but rarely keeps them. Likes: going for long, aimless walks; hiking; climbing trees and rock formations; meeting new people. Dislikes: rules, limits, and constraints, both physical and nonphysical; making promises; routine; completely flat landscapes. Backstory: Maris grew up a nomad, traveling the desert with her tribe, scavenging and stealing from small villages and other tribes. She hated her life: the same sights, the same plans, over and over ad nauseum. She dreamed of traveling to exotic places, discovering fascinating artifacts and socializing with entertaining people. She constantly got into trouble by wandering away from the temporary settlements and even trying to run away several times. She was notorious among her peers for her antics, and they often egged her on. Yet whenever she was caught and punished, the other kids laughed, told her it served her right for being so wild, and dutifully went back to their chores. She had three older brothers, and all were strong, obedient, and terribly dull. Her parents were exasperated by Maris, and often compared her unfavorably to her brothers. Her childhood consisted of being told "no!", "be quiet!", "stop that!" and "stay here!" By the time she was a teenager, her parents had completely given up on her and paid her little attention. She stopped participating in the tribe's raids, and struck out on her own toward interesting sand dunes and the occasional tree, but still never leaving the tribe for longer than a few days. She was still afraid to leave her family, even though she wanted freedom more than anything. She lived for years with her internal conflict, until one day she was chosen... Skills & Talents: Living in the desert, where water is scarce and sacred, has given her an excellent talent for sensing when water is near--she can smell the moisture in the air, and knows how to dig a simple well. Even though before pledging herself to Locke she had never been near a body of water larger than a tubful, she instinctively knows how to swim and can breathe underwater. She has an uncanny sense for when someone is trying to sneak up on her--it feels like ripples in the air when they move. She can move faster in the rain--nothing superhuman, but enough to give her a wicked edge. She has basic survival skills--firemaking, making her own clothes, making a shelter, hunting, food preservation, and basic first aid. These are skills all nomads are brought up to have. Equipment/weaponry: Flint and steel for firemaking A pouch of salt 100 feet of rope A large brown leather knapsack that she keeps on her back. It has some small pockets attached to the inside of it for smaller items. Swathes of extra cotton cloth A bone needle A few spools of strong thread made from various types of hair (human, horse, camel--whatever the nomads could find) A large steel canteen with a leather strap A simple wooden shortbow that she slings over one shoulder A quiver of 20 arrows made of bone and fletched with vulture feathers Reason for picking Titan/Branded: She felt instantly attracted to the power and mystery of water. Locke's insistence on constant movement and goal-reaching also seemed completely in line with her own interests, which sealed the deal.</s> <\|message\|>Nalashira Elif Zenyep War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale "What do you think you are doin' here young lady? Don't ya know these forests are cursed," said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people. Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. "You'll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You'll only meet the same fate as them if you stay." Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path. Heham's Desire- Heham The Sentinel's Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham's Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own. "So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o' us." The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would've. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. "Now, I'd like to offer you boys somethin' different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein' takin out the Black Watch bastards who's coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city," He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them. Galrond While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King's personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay. Skirmishes It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic's Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They'd be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn't like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn't do for Cerise, not anymore at least.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Themis The way the sun hung in the sky above Galrond made it look almost otherworldly. It was interesting, but Rebecca just couldn't shake the feeling of unease rising within her. After all, she was here for a reason. Despite how cheery and peaceful the town seemed in the daylight, rumors had spread across the country about a mysterious beast appearing in the night. The beast was said to have been the death of many an heir, and had terrorized the people if Galrond for ages. It was only natural for Rebecca to want to investigate. If she couldn't use her blessings to protect world order, what good were they? She had arrived earlier in the day, and was surprised to find a town that didn't seem gripped by fear of some fantastic beast. The streets were absolutely bustling with activity, making it hard to guide her horse through them with out getting a few annoyed looks. She needed to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible. She tapped on the shoulder of a man passing by for help. "Excuse me," she began. The man turned to face her, and was met with a strange sight: a dark skinned woman dressed in polished armor and carrying a large halberd. It definitely wasn't something you'd see every day. Was she going to war or something? Rebecca carried on without noticing his confusion. "Excuse me, sir" she continued, "I'm looking for an inn to spend the night in, preferably on with a stable for my horse. Could you show me-" "Stay the night!?" the man exclaimed, "Are you mad!?" It was Rebecca's turn to look confused. "Mad? I'm only looking for a place to rest." "You should leave." The man's eyes were nervously darting left and right. "It isn't worth risking your life." With that said, he sped back back to the rush of people around them, leaving the confused champion to wonder just what was going on. Maybe there was something to these rumors after all. As the time passed, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Rebecca and her horse cpuld finally move comfortably, but she still couldn't find any sign of an inn. Suddenly, screaming could be heard up ahead. People began to fall left and right as a hail of pebbles rained from the sky. Rebecca raised her arms to protect herself, and the pebbles loudly bounced off of her armored gauntlets. Those around her weren't so lucky. The pebbles fell like a hail of daggers through the unprotected people. Those caught in the attack dropped like stones, never to move again. Those who could still move were panicking wildly. They all struggled to push past each other to reach what safety they could. In the resulting commotion, her horse panicked. She grabbed hold of the reins, struggling to calm her steed, but it snapped its constraints in the struggle. "No, wait!" she shouted, but the horse ignored her. He sprinted off with the crowd, leaving Rebecca on her own. Let him go! her instincts screamed in her mind, People are being attacked right in front of you, and you need to help thrm first! She turned to face the coming threat. A group of strange men were at the center of the chaos... No, she realized. Theses weren't normal men. These were... mages! She tightened her grip on her halberd. This was going to be a difficult battle.</s>	<\|message\|>Maris (No last name. Nomads are known by their tribe's name.) Silently, Maris cursed herself for her inattention and turned slowly, still crouched, to face the stranger. Her wariness was swept away by the sight of him. Inexperienced as she was, she could take him, for he was war-weary and injured. She stood, gripping her trident tightly just in case, and inspected him with an analyzing gaze as he spoke. She took no offense to his calling her "young lady" in that scolding tone of voice. In fact, she could feel nothing but pity for him. Clearly something horrible had happened in this vale, and this man had been in the thick of it. She took in his wounds, his exhaustion, and his willingness to escort her out of the forest even in his weakened state, and decided to help him. "I thank you for your offer, but I am not leaving quite yet. I want to know what has happened here, and nothing will stop me from finding out." She bent down and hefted her pack onto her back before speaking again. "I am Maris, Champion of Locke. I wish to see to your injuries, sir, before I will hear your story. I have some knowledge of healing, and your wounds appear serious, so please indulge me. May we walk to your camp?" She waited expectantly for him to lead the way, trying not to show her increasing disgust at the deathly smell wafting on the wind. Lev</s>
<\|description\|>Rebecca Themis Appearance: Along with her steel gauntlets, greaves, and chain mail vest, Rebecca is most often seen in a cream colored tunic and black pants. Her trusty halberd is usually carried in her hand or strapped to her back. Age: 28 Titan: Rylai Origins: Luther Kingdom Personality: Normally, Rebecca is a quiet girl, preferring to take things slow and linger on her thoughts and actions. To anyone observing, it would be strange to see a girl like this carrying the same steel halberd that Rebecca carries with her, whatever the reason may be. She sees it as a reminder of home, where she came from, and where she wants to be, but that doesn't change how strange it looks to passer-bys. Likes: - Peace and quiet - Origami - A good debate - Preaching to everyone about her current views of justice and equality Dislikes: - The vistas. They creep her out. - The idea of gray morality - War in general. - pointless anarchy Backstory: In kingdom of Luther, a royal advisor by the name of Raleigh Taylor had a child with the lady in waiting of Luther Kingdom. This child would go on to be Rebecca Taylor. Due to her higher status, she was a friend to the royal family, often finding herself in organized play-dates with the princess and her friends. It was an ideal life in the eyes of some, but her father wasn't satisfied. Raleigh had great plans for her future. Unlike most girls of her status, she was taught to kill. Her father had hired ex-knights and spies to train her at a young age in combat and espionage. She was to use her status to keep a close eye on the king and his daily life, and report these details to her father. When the time came, she was to kill the king and throw the kingdom in to chaos. Unfortunately, Raleigh waited too long, and Rebecca grew to the age where she could form her own opinion. Though she had never known the king directly, she liked the time she enjoyed with the royal family. She didn't think she would be able to handle ending the life of anyone close to them. When she was 16 years of age, she revealed every detail of the plot to the king. Of course, the king was horrified. Raleigh was sentenced to death by the guillotine for his crimes. Rebecca was allowed to live for bringing the information to the king, but she was no longer allowed in the company of the royal family. Her father's wealth was confiscated as payment, and she was only left with a few possessions that she would have to sell for money. Most of it she was sad to see gone, but she cared more about her livelihood than her father's possessions. The only thing she couldn't bear to sell was a steel halberd that her father had custom made for her. She couldn't bring herself to completely dismiss her father's memory, so she decided to keep it. It became a habit for her to carry it everywhere with her. With nothing left to keep her in Luther, she bought a horse and set out on her own to discover what life could give her outside of her father's legacy. Skills & Talents: - Rebecca is reasonably skilled in the use of many melee weapons, including swords, spears, and axes. Her preferred weapon of choice is her steel halberd. - Being the champion of the titan Rylai, she has to have certain skills to help her to represent proper justice, such as deduction, debating, orating, and interrogation. - Despite the weight of her armor, Rebecca is very proficient in maneuverability. Though her actual travelling speed is hindered by her armor, her flexible body allows her move around the attacks of her enemies without too much movement. For this reason, her combat style is based on a defense of redirection and counter-attacks. Equipment/weaponry: - Though she may have a talent for using multiple weapons of war, her main choice of weapon is her steel halberd. She does her best to carry it with her everywhere. Her father had it custom made for her, and though she may not have used it in the way he had wanted, it was still a useful tool and a surprisingly sentimental reminder of her father. - Her choice in armor is mich lighter than most. Rather than using the full armor of a knight, Rebecca prefers to only to wear a pair of steel gauntlets and greaves, and a chain mail vest beneath her clothing, all pieces that she bought herself after leaving Luther. She finds this easy to move in and strangely comfortable, so comfortable in fact that she finds herself wearing it even when there is no need to. Reason for picking Titan/Branded: With her eventual goal of becoming an advocate for absolute justice and equality, it was only natural for her to side with Rylai, the titan of such.</s> <\|message\|>Merasmus the Wizened Such a wonderful day! The sun was bright, the humidity brought on by last night's storm was trivially endured, and the birds were...well, really annoying, actually. Their constant chirping made it almost impossible to think. To make matters worse, the people of Galorand seemed content to encourage the fluttering flappers by tossing them bits of bread and oats! The little avians would all fly to the buffet, and amplify their infernal screeching tenfold. Merasmus took it upon himself to escape from the hell that is the outside world by making his way into the nearest book shop, where silent pontification and intellectual rigor reigned supreme. He had only been in this particular shop once before, but the intelligent regulars and the owner's own selection of academic reads made quite an impression on the wizened old man. Pacing slowly through the many isles of tomes, Merasmus had a very hard time actually choosing picking something out to read. Alchemical manuals, incantation guides, bestiaries of all sizes...they were all so tempting! Ultimately, Merasmus decided on something a bit more contemporary, but also on a subject he had little experience with. The front cover bore blood-soaked blades, rancid gashes, and a very detailed rendition of a leg that just had its foot removed, all encompassed by a flame that enveloped the rest of the book's visage. The title read 101 Common Wounds and Methods of Cauterization, written by Sargon of the Akkadian Warbands. A gruesome read to be sure, but such knowledge could prove very useful to Merasmus...though he hoped that he would not have to apply any of it to himself, of course. As Merasmus read his newly obtained text in the lounge area of the shop, he overheard some of the other customers whispering about some sort of war between the kingdom of Heham and a land called Hawic. Mercenaries and guilds from all over the continent were being recruited to bolster the fighting force of either side, though apparently most would have none of it. Merasmus considered war a massive waste of time. All that time fighting and dying when those very same soldiers could be put to work testing new inventions and securing magical artifacts for study! The leaders of the surrounding kingdoms were so childish their antics gave Merasmus headaches. Why couldn't they all just play together like good boys? The lands they raze could be home to the next great discovery, and they're just stomping all over them! Absolutely outrageous! Merasmus shook his head and continued reading, not wishing to spoil his good mood by thinking of such conflicts any further. Hmm...now that is a VERY interesting application of candle wax!</s> <\|message\|>Nalashira Elif Zenyep War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale "What do you think you are doin' here young lady? Don't ya know these forests are cursed," said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people. Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. "You'll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You'll only meet the same fate as them if you stay." Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path. Heham's Desire- Heham The Sentinel's Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham's Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own. "So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o' us." The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would've. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. "Now, I'd like to offer you boys somethin' different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein' takin out the Black Watch bastards who's coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city," He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them. Galrond While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King's personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay. Skirmishes It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic's Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They'd be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn't like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn't do for Cerise, not anymore at least.</s>	<\|message\|>Rebecca Themis The way the sun hung in the sky above Galrond made it look almost otherworldly. It was interesting, but Rebecca just couldn't shake the feeling of unease rising within her. After all, she was here for a reason. Despite how cheery and peaceful the town seemed in the daylight, rumors had spread across the country about a mysterious beast appearing in the night. The beast was said to have been the death of many an heir, and had terrorized the people if Galrond for ages. It was only natural for Rebecca to want to investigate. If she couldn't use her blessings to protect world order, what good were they? She had arrived earlier in the day, and was surprised to find a town that didn't seem gripped by fear of some fantastic beast. The streets were absolutely bustling with activity, making it hard to guide her horse through them with out getting a few annoyed looks. She needed to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible. She tapped on the shoulder of a man passing by for help. "Excuse me," she began. The man turned to face her, and was met with a strange sight: a dark skinned woman dressed in polished armor and carrying a large halberd. It definitely wasn't something you'd see every day. Was she going to war or something? Rebecca carried on without noticing his confusion. "Excuse me, sir" she continued, "I'm looking for an inn to spend the night in, preferably on with a stable for my horse. Could you show me-" "Stay the night!?" the man exclaimed, "Are you mad!?" It was Rebecca's turn to look confused. "Mad? I'm only looking for a place to rest." "You should leave." The man's eyes were nervously darting left and right. "It isn't worth risking your life." With that said, he sped back back to the rush of people around them, leaving the confused champion to wonder just what was going on. Maybe there was something to these rumors after all. As the time passed, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Rebecca and her horse cpuld finally move comfortably, but she still couldn't find any sign of an inn. Suddenly, screaming could be heard up ahead. People began to fall left and right as a hail of pebbles rained from the sky. Rebecca raised her arms to protect herself, and the pebbles loudly bounced off of her armored gauntlets. Those around her weren't so lucky. The pebbles fell like a hail of daggers through the unprotected people. Those caught in the attack dropped like stones, never to move again. Those who could still move were panicking wildly. They all struggled to push past each other to reach what safety they could. In the resulting commotion, her horse panicked. She grabbed hold of the reins, struggling to calm her steed, but it snapped its constraints in the struggle. "No, wait!" she shouted, but the horse ignored her. He sprinted off with the crowd, leaving Rebecca on her own. Let him go! her instincts screamed in her mind, People are being attacked right in front of you, and you need to help thrm first! She turned to face the coming threat. A group of strange men were at the center of the chaos... No, she realized. Theses weren't normal men. These were... mages! She tightened her grip on her halberd. This was going to be a difficult battle.</s>
<\|description\|>Zagsnik Blitzzag. (Quick-kill Devastating fast-strike.) Species: Ork. Rank: Kommando. Age: Dunno, just a few years, about five? Klan: Blood axe. Appearance: A rather small and runty ork yoof, with surprisingly dark skin for his age, almost a dark green. His thin face has rather small teef and he is overall kinda slim, his build is more akin to a muscly human than an ork to be honest, which he gets into a lot of fights about. His feet look a bit large on his frame, which is enhanced by him wearing rather sturdy metal reinforced boots, with downwards pointing metal jags on the front. For mor stompyness and grip. His pants are a dark tan and have a few green stripes on them. They are filled with small pockets with small snacks, nuts and bolts or just some interesting bullets or mementos. He wears a brown squig-hide vest with a steel plate on his torso, his upper body has ammo belts crossed over it and over his shoulders the handles of two sneaky choppas stick up. He has a few small flashy bommz and a propa burny stickbomb in his belt. Slung over the shoulder is a long shoota with a scope, it is belt fed with red details, the shoota has a 'skraga' glyph on it. He wears a blue headband over his slim fitting steel helmet, which has a 'bad' glyph on it. And has a single dark brown hair-squig on the left side of his head. Personality: Zagzsnik is a yoof, he's also a kommando, he's also a blood axe. This combination makes him a dead cunning albeit slightly cowardly ork. Unlike the goffs and the sorts who prefer a good proppa frontal charge, Zagsnik sneaks up and lets rip with his shoota or if he feels like being extra sneaky, go in a stab the gitz. He's also good at figuring out good places for bombs. He likes to talk big, but retreats if properly challenged. Like a teenager who wants to prove himself, but isn't entirely sure of his capabilities. When he's sneaking, he isn't afraid though and would jump just about any foe. Which could end up badly for him. He likes dried squig meat. History: Zagsnik was "born" on da Raff and has mostly gone by by sneaking up on squigs and eating them. He's only been in one major engagement where he joined a group of kommandos for a few raids. In one of the raids the nob of the mob decided to let Zagsnik go and kill an entire squad of marines they knew were on a hill in a ruined building among some trees. Zagsnik knew his boss, and that marine boyz were dead killy, so it was just his nob wanting a good ol' laugh as he went and died, so he wouldn't have that. He instead sneaked up, managed to take one of their auspexes and smacked it until it turned on. The marines were alerted of the kommandos, annihilated them with precise bolter fire, only to return to an encampment which exploded when they entered. Zagsnik happily ran off thinking he outwitted both da humies and his boss, and killed off several marine boyz. He ran off happily unaware of that none of those marines actually died, sure one or two was wounded but nothing more. But he did go and take his old boss's kustom shoota, so he was happy. He still claims he krumped a whole skwad of marine boyz. Obviously no one believes him. Skills: Kunnin', mostly kunnin', but a bit brutal. He's good with tha bombz and stuff. He's also reeaaaal sneaky like! Not very strong though, but knows where to stab to make it hurt the most. Exceptional skill at sneaking up on squigs. And good at squirmin' out of grips and being tied up. Equipment: Kustom snipah shoota, two stabby choppaz, tuff light armour. A few flashy bommz and a burny stickbomb. He has a face-paint kit and some good stompy boots. And a whole lot of knick-knacks and assorted snacks. Always seems to have some dried squig meat somehow. Miscellaneous: He's real sneaky like, did i say that? Also the dried squig meat, it's actually spooky how he always seem to have some dried squig meat. Even when orks have made sure to take it from him. At least once he spooked his old boss good with that trick. His dried squig meat is very tasty.</s> <\|message\|>barakka dakka. "da franken-shoota" In a reinforced section of the rok, a rather infamous member of the crew plied his trade. Barakka Dakka was hard at work, a snazzgun of one of the nobs was propped up on his workbench. The ork was busy crudely bolting two looted tau pulse carbines on the weapon, the magazine system had been torn out and replaced with a cord leading to a rechargable vehicle-grade power pack he had taped on the stock of the gun earlier. The mek he got it from had told him this would mean the pack's emergency heat exhaust would be pointed directly towards the shooter's face. Barakka had simply laughed at the mental image this gave him and carried on. He told every ork that asked him to make one there was no guarantee his franken-guns wouldn't kill their wielder at any point during the firing operation. Just as got ready to screw in the final rivet, a nasal high-pitched voice rang trough his quarters. "Ey! Da weirdboy Mugrub iz calling you over in da dead kaptin's cabin." The tingling of a falling rivet sounded trough the cabin, before the ork could grab the small part, it rolled into a vent to parts unknown. The ork snorted annoyedly before turning to the offending grot. "Good job ya arrived when ya did, I dropped a rivet down in da vents. Go geddit fer me." The grot looked down to the vent cover and then back up to the curiously tranquil greenskin. "Can't you just go get annuva one from da meks?" He asked, trembling like a leaf. "Nah, it'z more entertaining to imagine a grot like you squeezin through da vents." The grot was noticably nervous now. "Dere's squigs down there!" The ork laughed heartily. "Even betta! Now get down dere or I'll mince ya through the cover!" His tone changed from calm to angry on a dime. The grot was scrambling to get in the vents before the sentence was even finished. "Jus' place it back on da bench, if ya touch the trigger… well, den your friends'll be cleaning a you-shaped stain off the ceiling." The ork walked off to the captain's quarters in an altogether good mood. Behind him, he could hear a scrambling sound in the vents and the distinct sound of skittering squig vermin. --- The kaptin's quarter was still as opulent as always. It felt quite empty without a kaptin in it though. Barakka dakka looked over the trophies lining the walls, and quickly noticed a weapon of his handiwork. The captain had never intended to use the device, consisting of several chainswords taped to a rocket-boosted thunder hammer. Instead, it had been gifted to an insolent nob to get rid of him in style. Barakka still remembered what the ork's quarters had looked like afterwards. He had learned just how much blood was in the average nob that day. It had been a good day. He looked over the other orks in the room. The lot of them looked like a capable enough bunch. However, Barakka was not going to bow down to any of them, after all, the only one he trusted to be a good boss with the kaptin gone was himself. He hoped the weirdboy had called them all together for an all-out brawl to determine the new leader then and there. He wasn't counting on it though. Things were never that refreshingly simple.</s> <\|message\|>Vurbukk Wrenchsmacka Deep within the bowels of the rok, Vurbukk Wrenchsmacka was busy toiling away on his latest project. He was busy hammering sheets of steel alongside corrugated iron into a loosely shield-shaped construction, though he had painted the whole thing a bright shade of blue alongside checks and dags of white. on a black background. The idea had come to him recently, the idea that sometimes a shield just wasn't enough to stop the enemy's dakka entirely. "Oi! Grot! Go off and fetch me da drill!" He commanded his grot orderly, Obud, who was soaked in oil and mechanical grease. The grot scampered off in the rough direction of the device, only to have a rivet barely skim his head, and the shouted anger of "Not dat way ya git!" Follow soon after. Vurbrukk had personally nicked...looted, the drill from a rather boorish nob after a particularly fierce battle with a techmarine from the Imperial Fists. The drill itself was a old breeching auger, ripped from the still twitching corpse of the slain techmarine. Vurbrukk held the item akin to that of his most prized of possessions that a life of looting and stealing brings, with care he used the tool to further the ramshackle device he was building. "And dat should do it...I fink." He mused to himself, setting aside the drill and hefting the shield. His design had accounted for the innate durability of the shield, as a small personal shield generator was concealed next to the shield's handle. With a prideful yank, Vurbrukk pulled the chain that would start up the hastily constructed shield generator, and it worked rather well...for a time. With a minor explosion caused by massive internal failure, the shield generator fizzled out of life leaving the Mekboy blackened with soot and sporting a rather toothy smile. "Bah, needz more calibrashunz anyway...could just give it to dat zoggin' loo-" His words were cut short by the shrieking tone of a messenger grot, as it exclaimed its message. "Da kaptain wontz ta see ya!" The grot was soon knocked unconscious, however, as a spanner was lobbed at his head by the mekboy for his transgression. "Git should learn not ta shout at 'iz bettaz." Verbrukk muttered before gesturing for his grot orderly to follow him to the kaptain's lair. Obud deftly managed to scramble up the mek's armour to loosely sit on one of the ork's immense pauldrons. Both of them walked with haste to the Kaptain's room, though Verbrukk expected the worst from it all - if nothing else, he hadn't nicked anything, yet... ---------------------------------------------- With a decidedly hushed walk he entered the Kaptain's lair with his grot, though he shirked somewhat at the sight of all the Nobz before him. Verbrukk loved and hated them, most were morons yet forever the domineering sorts. The mekboy loosely looked over the room with passive interest in what was mounted on the walls and all the trophies that were strewn about the place. There was a gun that took his fancy, but stealing that would take a rather elaborate plan and best left for later... Verbrukk was not most pleased by those arrayed around him, he wasn't even the big mek on the ship...yet, but he knew too well that this would probably turn violent at a moments notice. He kept to himself, giving praise only the current kaptain.</s>	<\|message\|>Zagsnik Blitzzag. Sitting in his regular little hole, Zagsnik was currently spinning a squig over a small fire with his makeshift grilling stand when someone in the room above suddenly began shouting and making a fuss. A single glittering gubbin was seen falling from the grate in the roof and landing in the middle of the room. -"Wonder wut eez up ta now?" The runty yoof said to himself while standing up and looking at the little grate above which was this places only lightsource from outside. "Ey! Da weirdboy Mugrub iz calling you over in da dead kaptin's cabin." "Good job ya arrived when ya did, I dropped a rivet down in da vents. Go geddit fer me." Zagsnik didn't really tune in on the rest, a meeting ey? That's interesting. He was returned to the moment when the ork above began moving after a big laugh, making the grot begin moving the grate, it sighed and muttered something before bringing a chain which it started climb down on. The scrawny pale little blighter took great care in its descent, but finally reached the ground where it silently began to rummage through the rubble on the floor. Without a sound two red eyes was seen glowing behind him, they came closer and closer, just as the grot thought he noticed something Zagsnik grabbed his mouth and turned him around. -"Yo knowz, dere's far worse fingz down 'ere den squigz?" He said grinning to the panicking grot. Then he presented the glittering rivet to the grot before releasing his grip. -"Thenkz for da info, runt." Zagsnik spoke, then disappeared into the darkness. The grot held the rivet with both his shaking hands. He was alive! He walked up to the chain after pocketing the rivet. Around him in the dark, one... two.. five... many pairs of gleaming orange eyes with glistening teeth began grinning towards the scrawny grot. Now when the only one above them in the food chain was gone, it was free range. Far too late the grot realized, Zagsnik was amused when he heard the pathetic scream and the barkings of dozens of squigs behind him. He was going to attend that meeting, sure he wasn't stompy enough to be boss.... yet, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't be there to see who is the next boss.... perhaps even 'influence' the decision a bit. Zagsnik grinned when he thought of that. Almost soundless he moved through the vents, unused corridors and shafts. He knew these parts well and made good headway to the kaptins cabin. Spooking a few squigs on the way and nicking a snack from a sleeping ork. He heard voices below in the cabin, he silently opened a grate and risked looking directly at the gathering. Some big brawny nobs and meks. An obvious painboy as well. He didn't really know their names, he was more of an outsider, but he knew that the old kaptin had died recently, he didn't expect some fancy meeting though. He recognized the one who lived above him though, and Mugrob. Getting a better look, he took off the sight from his shoota and looked through it. He risked whispering. -"Dis gonna be interestin'." And grinned, then he started chewing on a piece of dried squig meat.</s>
<\|description\|>Balian Balian and Ruehar Age: 31 Race: Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Class: Ranger Appearance: Weapon(s): Crossbow - A short, strong wooden bow-stave mounted on a wooden stock. This is a simple crossbow. Dagger - Daggers and knives are extremely common and in many parts of the world, men and women are allowed to wear them in enclaves where otherwise weapons are banned. Armor: Light armor (see appearance) -Light armor encompasses a wide variety of materials from hardened leather tunics to chain shirts and all manner in between Elven Cloak - Made from the hair of Elven maidens and interwoven with living tree leaves, an Elven cloak is a wonder to behold. Elven cloaks rarely come up for sale but are sometimes recovered from dead warriors and scouts of Wood Elf forest-towns or offered by Elves as a reward to men who have served them in some way. Personal Trinkets: Lucky Charm - These take many shapes, but the most common are symbolic religious symbols that a pious priest has touched or carved heads of ancient Dwarf Gods Healing Herbs - Certain plants that grow in the world, particularly by the banks of rivers have curative properties. The roots and leaves can be collected and used to treat the sick and wounded. Short History: The first ten years of Balian's life were uneventful. Born to a barmaid, Balian never met his father. He was conceived in the port city of Rhorria when his mother was hired out by the barkeep to an explorer who had just returned from a successful voyage to a far-away unnamed and mostly uncharted continent, sure to be made a rich man off the profit of his spoils. However, all the Gold Crowns in the world could not bring him to settle and it is likely the explorer never learnt of his bastard child. It was when Balian was nine years old, his mother heavily pregnant with a new child that the somewhat normality of his life was turned upside down. Rhorria's name had preceeded itself all around the Kingdom and was a vital city for trade and commerce. The rich lived well off the backs of the poor and it was a way of life most had come accustomed to. The cities tactical importance was no secret to anyone and word was going around the city of a rebellion. The poorest of the city were talking of a rising, overthrowing those allowing the rich to get richer while they were left suffering in the slums. The idea spread to other cities and many flocked to Rhorria for the uprising. Shoddily armed but making up for it with spirit, rabbles of rebels started looting around the city as they made their way from all angles to the upper section. The city was in turmoil as entire quadrants were set ablaze, city guard and rebels clashed in a bloody skirmish all over Rhorria and it was chaos. After a week or so Balian and his mother were about to leave Rhorria, hoping to head to another of the border towns, further North and close to the outskirts of the Drakenwald. Thankfully they didn't have to make the journey alone and found refuge and passage among a caravan troupe heading in that direction anyway. Their leader, a mercenary who had originally come to Rhorria to fight who now sought fortune elsewhere. The Journey was not easy, attacks lay around every corner. At first it was city guard or rebels, trying to maintain order or cause chaos. After the caravan had fought its way out of the city it was mostly bandits, wolves and the occasional slaver en route to Rhorria looking to make a few crowns. It was a two-day ride from the town-stead of Burr Oak Barrow (their destination) when Balian's mother brought a baby girl into the world. Burr Oak Barrow became their new home, and it became obvious from a young age that Ruehar, Balian's sister, had an ability for Magick. The ability was never evident in his mother or him, leading one to believe that only the father could have passed on the gift. With two bastard children, rumors were always bound to travel around the town about the family, as well as vicious tall tales and stories. For the most part, Balian never really paid any attention and grew up learning many practical skills, fletching, herb identification, archery to name a few. By age sixteen he had trained to be quite a proficient hunter with a bow although he always favored the feel of a crossbow. Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, their mother passed away when she slipped from an outcrop overlooking Burr Oak Barrow. Balian's plans leave the town and start a life of his own were cut short by the fact his sister, Ruehar, only nine would need looking after and Balian took this duty upon himself. He took to his new responsibilities like a duck to water, hunting game for sustenance and trade occasionally Balian's bolts would find a different kind of prey when raiders or Beastmen would come and the town fought together. Life was relatively simple and over the years Balian travelled, and in his travels accomplished a couple of notable acts. The Elven Cloak he wears was a reward from a Elven highborn, hailing from the forest village of Ath'rai after Balian helped the village drive away a small band of torch wielding Dwarves, threatening to raise the village and half the forest in the name of industry. Fletching some arrows one evening, Balian noticed a band of men and women approaching their home. He'd heard the troubling rumors of a flock of Witch-Hunters searching out all magic wielders with a fanatical belief that all magic users were 'witches' and that magic was abhorrent. Taking his crossbow and some provisions, he and his sister fled the border town into the Drakenwald, knowing there were too many to fight now and when they moved on the siblings planned to return to Burr Oak Barrow. Other: True aim - Balian's time spent in the Drakenwald has made him a more expert shot, often having to calculate shots in tight spaces or where there is a lot going on around them. ---</s> <\|message\|>Sky Pozuzy Pozuzy finally awoke from his sleep. He giggled softly before flying out of his room and downstairs to the inn. He giggled softly once again as he saw so many different people around. He wondered who he should prank first, he then noticed the strange honeycomb smell. He giggled before waving his hand, suddenly the smell would change, and it would now smell of rotting corpses. He flew down and attempted to sit upon the bird mask. "Pozuzy is here! I say hello!" He gave a giggle before sticking a tongue out at the girl in front of him. @Irisity The crow on the plague doctor's shoulder would most likely look at him and crow, that was understandable considering he was a full demon, naturally born too. He would look to the crow and crow back at it playfully. He then gave another soft giggle. Go Lucky Sky, with the help of the healer was Starting to wake up. He opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he shot up like a rocket. His hand went to feel the ring around him and he let out a sigh as he felt it was there. He then looked to the one who healed him. "Thank you but who are you?" He stared for a moment before looking at the ring, he held it tightly as he waited an answer from him. Titan Titan looked around before looking to Kat, he stared at her for a while before looking around once more. She was the only one who answered him, but from his guess this was some sort of bar. "You are lucky somebody answered Titan! Now he doesn't have to smash shit!" He walked up to Kat before placing his two late clubs on the table which broke all the legs and made the table smash to the ground. "Tables are weak here. I am Titan!" He looked to his clubs before nodding his head, they were good there. Sekhemi Sekhemi looked around before heading to the bar. He placed a shiny golden coin down before shouting out loud. "Bar tender! You pathetic waste of time, get me your finest and if it is not good enough I shall have your head!" He then looked about and started to watch some of the creatures in this god forsaken bar.</s> <\|message\|>Eslea Acartha Eslea Eslea gripped the creature's (@Whimsley) hand firmly, but not too hard. She didn't know how strong this thing could be, and she did not intend to hurt it. Right now at least. The word cambion struck a cord in her, and she wasn't quiet sure why. She had heard the term before in the orphanage, when she would sneak out late at night and roam the halls as a small child, looking for Mother J'ikairah. Eslea would cross over near the entrance to her office and hear her whisper strange words of betrayal and dishonesty to Sister Akilah, and of the cambion serpant. Eslea accepts the seat offered to her, her curiosity peaking. "My name is Eslea. I do not come from this place, but from Incarta. The Great War between the humans and dryads against the night elves still reigns. I left to avoid conflict." Eslea stares briefly at the thing (@The One) called Pozuzy before realizing that it's a sin demon. She tries to suppress the urge to slay it; the dryads always taught her not to immediately kill without reason, the only exception being demons. But she is no longer with the dryads, and she is in another's home. The dryads also taught her manners as well. Katerina Katerina grinned wildly at the orc (@The One), her amusement pushing a laugh up her throat, but she knew better than to disrespect him in such a way. "I am Katerina. I come from a far away place called the Grove. Ever been there? It's a beautiful place filled with stinking and malicious rats." She orders herself another drink, but is cautious of how much she sips at a time. As was said before, she knows almost nothing of orc culture, except for the fact that they love war and gore.</s>	<\|message\|>Balian It took a minute for the pair to come around to the sudden influx of beings, was this place going to be big enough? They wondered, a brief moment of doubt that perhaps it would be better to leave the inn now and head back into the forest. "Think about it." Balian began, looking into his tankard and sloshing the ale inside around, "All of these beings, some of the likes we've never even seen." he indicated towards the gathering hall of the building with a turn of his head, he spotted all sorts and a thin, fascinated smile began to form. "How big must that damned forest be if they've all arrived here as well and we didn't come across..." He paused, locking eyes with his sister as her gaze lifted from the tavern table-top to meet his. "Or even heard any of the others?" Ruehar stewed over it for a moment, "Or, maybe it's Magick.", the look on Balian's face said that he had thought of it too but found the idea to be unlikely. In all the years he had known his sister, Magick, magic (or anything else it is called by around the world), was something he would never know in full. "I mean, in all the time we've been in those woods how many times did we feel like we were going in circles?" Balian's gaze narrowed and his head cocked a little, intrigued by his sister's hypothesis. "I'm telling you now Balian, that forest is full of Magick, but it's not waiting to be tapped into. It's almost as if it doesn't want you to find something and it changes itself... Somehow..." Ruehar felt like she might be crazy or at least that's how she perceived Balian as seeing her. "The Drakenwald is ever-changing, it shifts around. Who knows how long we were in there or even how far we are from Burr Oak Barrows now." Balian nodded and took one large gulp, finishing his drink before resting the empty tankard on the table. "Alright." He replied, sitting in silence for a moment, "In that case we're probably never going to run into those dirty witch-hunters again." Balian grinned at his sister who smiled in return, however he couldn't help but feel a little bitter that he would most likely never see home again, if his sister was right. --- The siblings had been sitting quietly, not even piping a word to each other. Now on their second or third drink, Balian would have to chat with the barkeep later he thought to himself. It was the nicest ale that ever graced his lips, a subtle sweetness helped to negate the bitterness he was familiar with. Balian was about to concur with his sister on her hypothesis of the forest but was distracted by a pleasant but smokey smell permeating through the bar. "Do you smell that?" He asked before spotting the source of the smell. The first thing he noticed was the beaked mask, long-coat, hat and of course the thurible. The man, or at least Balian assumed it was male had a look about him that screamed trouble. "What do you think?" He beckoned his sister to look, "One of them?", this time the words sounded more like a snarl, Balian's hand ready on his dagger, not wanting to draw too much attention by reaching for the crossbow. "I don't know..." She replied, sinking into her seat grip tight on her staff.</s>
<\|description\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Description: Except no elven ears. She has human like ears. Apparel: Same as above. Demigod Form: Age: 16 Race: Mathua (Pure-blood non-Hybrid) Gender: Female Alignment (Chaos Frame): Netural Good Interests: Artwork, sweet foods, scenic sights, martial arts Favorite Interest: Artwork Dislikes: Ignorant people, people who think they're elite and better than everyone else. Person of Interest: Does not have one. Bestfriend: Meira Rival: Does not have one at the moment. Most Hated Word: Chic/Chick Quote: I hope to see brother's warmth within bring a smile to my face again. I can't stand seeing him never be happy. Important Value in Life: Family Favorite Food: Sweet tofu Ambition: She wants to make her brother smile again and help him create a world everyone can be proud of. Sin Guilty of Most: Envy Title: Silver Maiden of Ruination Combat Style: Any form of martial arts Weapon Preference: Knuckles/Gauntlets Weapon Name: Destruction's Fangs Chaos Rune: Chaos Rune: Darkness of Destruction – The almighty rune of Twilight that uses power that is controlled by Euphoria representing the very power of destruction that consumes everything into nothingness and waste. Egis Name: Annihilation's Providence Egis Weapon Type: Long thin thrusting sword Egis Weapon: Luminares Twilitha (Sword) Contracted Deity: Euphoria - Goddess of Universal Destruction and is a higher deity in the Lower Dimension. Resides in the Astral Plane home world of almost all Spirits. Euphoria is a very powerful deity that imbues her contractor with the devastating power of destruction that can ruin anything that its fangs lay claim to. She seems to be almost the same age as in appearance as Tsukiko. They also seem to sometimes share the same persona. Deity's Element Alignment: Twilight Deity's Chaos Frame: Chaotic Evil Deity's Affinity Rating: 0 Magic Systems: Elemental Magic, Holy Magic, Psionics, Glyph Magic Elemental Affinities: Inferno, Radiance, Miracle and Vortex Weakness: Electricity Magical Level: C- Special Skills: Corruptible Influence - Using her aura, Tsukiko can utilize Euphoria's great power to destroy inorganic and organic objects that are equal to her strength or weaker than she is. Destructive Veil - Tsukiko can hide herself in a pocket dimension that is created from the very dawn of darkness that makes up the horde known as oblivion. Enforcement of Ruin - Tsukiko can raise the attack power of herself and her allies and make their attacks more destructive than they normally are. Ender's Blessing - With the force of destruction, Tsukiko can heal her allies though when healed it will cause shockwaves of pain to go down her spine. Techniques: Personality: Her personality is dark and mysterious where she comes off as gloomy and very depressed. She rarely shows any form of happiness and doesn't ever laugh making this girl very hard to socialize with, because she doesn't mean to come off as a cold person, but she doesn't really know what to say due to her sheltered life outside of public society. She is a nihilist by nature and not hard to get along, just hard to socialize since she tries to avoid talking to most people. She has a very severe resentment toward the male gender like my other character Ranathia. Biography: Tsukiko is a mysterious who accompanies both Meira and Reala. She has a past she wants to run away from since it is said that she has no remaining family members that are alive. She contracted with her deity Euphoria at a very young age who is almost like a sister to her. According to recent documents recovered it is recorded that her parents were murdered in the little town she lived in. They say it was a dragon attack, but there is no concrete evidence that supports this claim at this time. It is known that she prefers gauntlets, knuckles and close range weapons toward swords, but her Egis Weapon takes the shape of a very long thin bladed rapier.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Who are you?" Tsukiko questioned as Tsukiko questioned as she finally started relax relieving herself of her tension. She felt a vibrancy within the man that he was not someone who wanted to harm her. She pulled herself away from his grasp as he released her when he finally understood that she wanted him to let her go. He was only trying to keep her away from harm. He had no intention of doing anything else to her so he immediately released her when she gave the impression that she wanted to be released. Even though she asked who he was he still did not answer her which annoyed her. Tsukiko frowned at him as he surveyed his surroundings as the creature was still in the area sniffing about. His sword was plunged into the ground. Judging by the way his sword was crafted she knew this man was someone of exceptional skill. That didn't excuse him for ignoring her earlier where she tried to kick , but he moved off to the side dodging her kick. She looked at him irritated as she tried to kick him again, but he got annoyed where he grabbed her by the leg then lifted upward where she was immediately swept off her feet and fell to the ground with her buttocks landing first. "Why'd you do..." Before she could finish her sentenced he clamped his hand over her mouth once again since she was being too noisy. He noticed the creature had her voice and reacted but the way it was moving gave him the idea even though the creature knew someone was there, it still didn't know where to look. Tsukiko tried to bite his hand as he took it away, but missed where she fell to the ground. The girl was angry by how the man was treating her. She felt like he was treating her like an animal and teasing her thinking in the back of his mind he thought it was funny and amusing even though he still showed that serious cold expression that he did not care which she despised. "What is the big idea covering my mouth again!?" She barked as she lifted herself back onto her feet and brushed herself off thoroughly using both hands. The man still did not answer her. "Get behind me." He said to her as he heard some talking in the background, but wasn't sure who it was. He grabbed his sword pulling it out of the ground and took it into his hand letting it rest at his side for the moment. He could tell it was a group of people, but since he could barely hear what they were saying he knew they were quite a ways away. Tsukiko sighed deeply and did immediately like the man asked and stood behind him where she was completely out of sight. She saw the man was looking in the direction opposite from the beast, but didn't understand why he was looking in that direction. The beast was in the middle as the man was staring in the direction of the beast except not directly at it since it was upward of the direction he heard the voices. The beast was diagonal from him so why is he looking in an opposite direction she tried to ask herself calmly as she remained quiet as not to cause anymore ruckus.</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Compass? What compass?" Erica questioned as assumption started to assert itself in her head. Her eyes bored into the young alchemist with increasing suspicion. "He is right though; we need to move now," Danny said with some sense of urgency to her. "Fine, we'll talk about this later," Erica huffed. She then turned and chased after Nathan. They soon arrived at a clearing and were greeted to the sight of a pitch black beast prowling menacingly at them. There was, however, no sign of Tsukiko. --- Aart was in the middle of converting his pod into a powerfist when he heard a voice calling him. He did not recognize the speaker but it sounded familiar enough and being the only other sapient voice he heard after the crash led the Dwarf into looking around for the source.He soon find an all too familiar drone flying nearby. "Och, it's you lad, guess you're fine as well, eh?" Aart grunted. "Do you know where the ship crashed? I want to check my babies but I can't make head or tails where I have to go."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus "Yes. I could sense the ship a mile awhile. It isn't like there is any other tech at its scale anywhere near here. I am at the ship right now. It is bad. Really bad. I can lead you back to the ship. Follow the droid." his voice came out, distorted by the speaker. It moved slightly backwards towards the ship and then stopped waiting for Aart. Axel was working on repairing a computer terminal. He had set up a protocol to have any major accidents at the ship be recorded and sent to all the terminals across the ship, but the damage to the ship made reading the data through simple magic not possible. He would have to get the device itself working, and then try to salvage any data that he could. He muttered to himself, "I hope this works." which then echo'ed through the droid's speakers as he had set it to pick up anything he said, and forgot to mute himself. If not, he would have to get the black-box. Ever cautious, he had set up two. One was near the pilot's seat, and if that one was not functional. Axel shuddered.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "So that's our noisemaker" Nathan raised an eyebrow "I don't see any sign of Tsukiko, guess she didn't cross this thing." Danny noted. "So what's the plan? Do we take this thing, or just run?" "I'm not sure we could lose it if we ran. At best, we could try to scare it off." "How?" "Like this" Nathan gathered power in his left hand and held it there for a few seconds, letting it build. Once he felt that it was sufficient, he punched the ground in front of him, creating a small crater as well as shaking the surroundings. "Jeez! You did all that with just a punch! That's scary!" Danny jumped at the sight of the aftermath. "It was either that or fire, and I don't want to burn this whole place down." "Fair enough."</s>	<\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Hmmm... there's others in the area." He said to himself as he kept his hand at the handle of his sword while using his other hand to shield Tsukiko away from harm. He continued to survey the area as he kept his other eye on the beast which was rampaging around in the forest. The beast suddenly went berserk and started to rip trees from their roots and rip to shreds any closing in the forested like area. Just as he was about to move he noticed that one of the people who he works with was in the area due to the discoloration of the vegetation in the area which felt like a very strong distortion. The distortion was obviously drawing on energy from the life in the area as some of the plants suddenly became brown. "Someone is using the power. I wonder where it is coming from." He said to himself as Tsukiko also glanced upward to see there was green areas that suddenly turned brown where what look like a watery distortion like if there were a mirror of water right in front of her. She wondered who could be causing such a disturbance in the air. It was obvious that someone was drawing energy from the vegetation with some kind of mysterious power and she could feel the force of the energy as it was being drawn toward the person. It felt like a gentle breeze from the wind which whispered onto her skin tickling her flesh. From a distance a lock of red hair could be seen and the figurine shown within the shadow that implanted itself from the sun embedding it into the ground looked like a female figure. A transparent darkish purple wall appears over the figure who could be seen from the distance as the roaring beast rams into the barrier she has just created after she shouted the words Odin Sphere. The wall looked to be vacuum tight sealed and repelled the force of the beast as you could feel the ground shaking slightly as the beast rammed the barrier trying to break through it. The man looked onward as he just watched what was going on happen. It was obvious that someone else in the area had just run into the beast and now has engaged it. He could see a sparkly golden like sword in this person's hand. He also could barely hear their voice which appeared to sound like a girl. He wondered if who he thought followed him into the forest actually went against their word earlier not to follow him. He didn't look to be too happy about the presence of this female encounter. "Huh?" He said as he noticed another negative presence in the area which bolted at him where he blocked it with just one finger held out. It was just like he thought when he came in the area. One of the enemies they detected since there were two others in the in the area had shielded their presence from detection. The first one they encountered seem to have its eyes away from the two at the moment and heard what sounded like a group of people coming into the area. The other one behind him was so far away you could hardly recognize the individual who was encountering it. The third beast which had just showed its ugly face bolted at the man where he retaliated immediately. The first one they encountered suddenly noticed the violence in the area and followed suit as it bolted at Danny and Nathan. "Amazing." Tsukiko said to herself as she couldn't believe that this man was holding the monster at bay which looked like an ugly looking warthog with just one finger held in the air. She thought to herself as she watched him hold off the beast who was this person that had just come to her aid. She could forgive his rudeness earlier since it was apparent that he intended to keep her out of harm's way, but she was curious why he cared so much. Now wasn't the time to be asking that question as she noticed he pushed her away into the brush while she barely managed to hold her balance as he grabbed his sword out of the ground and held it in front of him as he let off a burst of energy which sent that beast flying into a tree trunk in front of him. Just who is this guy? Tsukiko thought to herself as she couldn't believe how strong this person in front of her was. The energy he released was so strong it felt like a wind storm had just swept into the area as she had to use her hand to prevent her dress from accidentally floating upward.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha A creamy yellowish haired girl wearing a black outfit which is somewhat revealing looks on over the hill as she questions her surroundings. She isn't entirely sure where she is at since she was forced to eject before the ship crashed into the earthen like surface. She peers around her surroundings as large wooden structures in the form of trees are within her glimpse as she closely examines them for any encounters that may be hidden in them. She surveys these trees from top to bottom as they stretch into the vast watery sea known as the sky that is above her. Her escape pod she evacuated in along with another red haired woman stands right behind her in complete ruin. Mechanical parts and wires are scattered throughout the ground on the hillside she stands upon as she continues to look into the forest. She turns toward the red haired individual as she asks her turning her attention from the vast forest ahead of toward the red haired girl who accompanied her in her capsule as she sighs a bit irritated, "Just my luck. We had to land out in the middle of nowhere and now we don't even know where we are." She paused then turned her attention toward Erica looking very upset and displeased with her accompanying her, "Why did you come with me? I am perfectly fine on my own. I don't need you babysitting me!" She barked at Erica as she tapped her foot down in outrage since she had no idea where she was or what to do at that exact moment. She wasn't sure what planet they crashed on. The group didn't have time to confirm exactly where they were when their ship encountered some kind of fatal engine failure. She was luckily able to escape before it crashed. She wondered if the others were all right even though she didn't really show it at the moment since it bothered her that they were stranded.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus A metal sphere landed on the surface of the plant with a thud making a small impact marks on the ground. The metal then fold outwards until it was a flat sheet of metal, revealing a young man curdled into a ball with his hands on his hand. However, he was not quite human. Golden fur covered his body and he had a small canine like muzzle and a tail. Strange marks covered the metal that he was sitting down on, glowing faintly with some form of soft, blue light. He looked normal, relatively speaking. He stood up and all of a sudden his left leg gave out and he fell back down to the metal, but somehow landed with a sound. It hurt, but he just steadied himself and more carefully stood back up, for the most part ignoring the pain. He did a small motion with his hand, and in an inaudible sound exploded in all directions. After a short pause, he heard it return back to him as if he was a dolphin or bat using echo-location. He started limping in the direction. It was not a particularly long walk, but did take longer as he had slight limp in his step, in was not but a few minutes before he was in a shadow of a giant hunk of metal, which was once a vessel able to travel through the stars. He sighed, "I have a lot of work to do. I am sure the others can find there way back to the ship, I should go ahead and get started." he said, talking to himself in a low voice.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "I keep telling you; this isn't my fault. There was an engine problem, and I was nowhere near the engine. You were with me, you should know that." "Doesn't matter; you said it." "Wow, you're really convinced that you can tempt fate, aren't you?" "You're a scientist-" "Alchemist." "-so you should be able to understand that when one event occurs after a different event enough times, then it becomes safe to assume that the later causes the former." "That still doesn't account for the 'how'. That's pretty important too. Besides, how many times could you-" "Eleven." "Sorry?" "I've seen people say something like 'what could possible go wrong', only for things to go horrible wrong eleven times. Not counting just now." "You...kept count?" "It'd be hard not to. The things I saw tend to stick with a person for life." "Wow. You sound like a grizzled old war vet, you know." "Huh, I think that came out wrong then. What I meant is that during those times, insanity and utter frustration that I haven't been able to forget." "Well that's less dark. Still, you really need to tell me some of your stories; the giant spider one you mentioned a few hours ago sounds exciting." "Trust me; it wasn't. It just left me with an instinct to burn any spiders on sight." "Still sounds fun." Two boys made their way through through a dense forest. One of them had black hair, and the other's was red. "You're positive that thing can lead us to Tsukiko right?" the black haired one asked, as he looked at a small petri dish in the other boy's hands. It was filled with water and had a single strand of hair pushed against the side. Coincidentally, in the same direction they were walking. "Nathan, just chill man. Cobbling together a compass to find someone is easy if you have a lock of their hair." The one with red hair replied "Yeah...about that; why do you have a lock of her hair?" "Why else; for this very scenario." "Okay, but how did you get it?" "It was stuck to her clothes, I picked it off, and decided it could be useful." "I'm suddenly a lot less comfortable being alone in a forest with you Danny."</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" Tsukiko looked at Erica with a dirty look on her face still irritated by her situation. She was frustrated and didn't really mean to vent like she did toward her sister, but she didn't feel she needed to apologize. She believed her sister was used to her constant whining though she would have bit anyone's head off if anyone said she was actually whining. She sighed deeply as she took a deep breath breathing in the freshness of the air and letting it touch her lungs about to speak to Erica when she heard a sound in the forest. She immediately turned her attention away from Erica jumped down off the cliffside and headed straight into the forest tracking the sound she heard in the forest. She didn't say a single word while she was sprinting through the forest trying to find out what that sound she heard was.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Any idea what caused the engines to fail like that?" Nathan asked Danny out of the blue "I'm an alchemist Nathan, not an engineer" He reminded his companion "You still most likely know more about that stuff then I do" "Eh, there is a little bit of overlap. Although without seeing the damage for myself, my best guess would have to be sabotage." "You think someone broke the engines intentionally?" "No, that's just my best guess. I can't think of anything else that could have caused them to fail that someone wouldn't have caught. Now granted, I'm sure there is an explanation that makes sense that isn't 'someone did it on purpose' but I don't know what it is." "Really? I thought you said that engineering and alchemy had a little overlap?" "That's mostly around fuel. Turns out that alchemy is good at making the stuff that powers ships like that." "I see." With their conversation at an end, the two fell back into silence.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Tsukiko continued to venture into the deep vast green forest as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pace broke from a full out sprint to a regular walk as she carefully looked around her surroundings to see if anyone was present. From a distance she thought she saw two individuals who were talking to each other. She could barely understand what they were saying since they were so far away. When she tried to walk further a hand clamped over her mouth for a split second as the individual pulled her toward him. He released his hand whee she started to bark in anger about being hand-gagged and pulled into a clearing where the individual could talk to her. The individual who had grabbed her wore mostly black and he had long silverish hair that trickled down his backside toward his legs. Tsukiko backed away from the individual looking at him in anger before she snapped, "What is the big idea grabbing me out of nowhere then making it so I couldn't breathe? What were you trying to do, kill me!" She said in anger as she tried to kick the man in the shin only to have him dodge her attack. "This forest is dangerous. You should leave at once." The man said as he clanged onto his sword which was implanted into the ground. His sword was covered in a purplish black like substance which trickled down the entire blade and dripped toward the ground like fallen raindrops. Tsukiko started yelling at the man telling him to stop telling her what to do when a loud roar could be heard in the vicinity. The man pulled Tsukiko into his duster and embraced her hiding her from a appearance a blackish like creature howled in the forest as it made its way through the clearing they were standing in. The man immediately moved into the brush pulling the feisty creamy yellow haired maiden in with him.</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir Erica shook her head as she saw Tsukiko moved away without a word at the sound of...something. Something that could be their crewmate, a local, or a demon. Two out of the three means problem and of course her sister rushed at it. "And they say I'm the reckless one," she muttered before chasing after Tsukiko. It wasn't long until she ran into a pair of figure. However, neither of the two was Tsukiko. Instead, she ran into two men that she knew from the ship. "Huh, it's you two," Erica said to Danny and Nathan. She frowned at the two boys and the somehow missing Tsukiko. How did she miss her? She was running straight! She tapped her feet on the ground a few times before staring straight at the two boys. "Say, did you two run into Tsukiko just now? She should've been in front of me." Regardless of either of their reply, they would soon be interrupted by a not-quite-distant roar of a creature. Somehow, the three would know that Tsukiko was involved with whatever it was that roared.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Before either of them could respond to Erica, the roar cut them off. "Please tell me your compass isn't pointing in the direction" Nathan almost pleaded to Danny. "My compass is pointing in that direction." "Dammit! Well, at least we have an idea how far away she is" Nathan took off like a bullet in the direction of the roar after he had finished talking. "Hey, wait! Geez, how can he move that fast?" Dumping the water out of his dish (while making sure to save the hair), he put it away while turning to face Erica "he is right though; we need to move now"</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Compass? What compass?" Erica questioned as assumption started to assert itself in her head. Her eyes bored into the young alchemist with increasing suspicion. "He is right though; we need to move now," Danny said with some sense of urgency to her. "Fine, we'll talk about this later," Erica huffed. She then turned and chased after Nathan. They soon arrived at a clearing and were greeted to the sight of a pitch black beast prowling menacingly at them. There was, however, no sign of Tsukiko. --- Aart was in the middle of converting his pod into a powerfist when he heard a voice calling him. He did not recognize the speaker but it sounded familiar enough and being the only other sapient voice he heard after the crash led the Dwarf into looking around for the source.He soon find an all too familiar drone flying nearby. "Och, it's you lad, guess you're fine as well, eh?" Aart grunted. "Do you know where the ship crashed? I want to check my babies but I can't make head or tails where I have to go."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus "Yes. I could sense the ship a mile awhile. It isn't like there is any other tech at its scale anywhere near here. I am at the ship right now. It is bad. Really bad. I can lead you back to the ship. Follow the droid." his voice came out, distorted by the speaker. It moved slightly backwards towards the ship and then stopped waiting for Aart. Axel was working on repairing a computer terminal. He had set up a protocol to have any major accidents at the ship be recorded and sent to all the terminals across the ship, but the damage to the ship made reading the data through simple magic not possible. He would have to get the device itself working, and then try to salvage any data that he could. He muttered to himself, "I hope this works." which then echo'ed through the droid's speakers as he had set it to pick up anything he said, and forgot to mute himself. If not, he would have to get the black-box. Ever cautious, he had set up two. One was near the pilot's seat, and if that one was not functional. Axel shuddered.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "So that's our noisemaker" Nathan raised an eyebrow "I don't see any sign of Tsukiko, guess she didn't cross this thing." Danny noted. "So what's the plan? Do we take this thing, or just run?" "I'm not sure we could lose it if we ran. At best, we could try to scare it off." "How?" "Like this" Nathan gathered power in his left hand and held it there for a few seconds, letting it build. Once he felt that it was sufficient, he punched the ground in front of him, creating a small crater as well as shaking the surroundings. "Jeez! You did all that with just a punch! That's scary!" Danny jumped at the sight of the aftermath. "It was either that or fire, and I don't want to burn this whole place down." "Fair enough."</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus Axel paused, and part of him was talking to himself and the other was talking to Aart, "This is bad. This is really bad." He managed to get the terminal working, and surprisingly accessed the crash data without much problem. If it was sabotage, whoever did it seem to not interfere with the ships analytical protocols. Axel paused again, making an audible breath that echo'ed through the speaker, "I had set up a system to record any data about any incident where one or more of the ship's systems was compromised. I managed to salvage the results, however, it is gibberish. It is just, random junk code that ends up meaning nothing. I can't find any immediate evidence of sabotage in the system, either someone really knew what they was doing to bring the ship down without me noticing, or.." Axel took another deep breath before going on, "I.. I.. I just don't know. According to the analytics, all systems was at normal functioning rate, and then something happened that the ship tried to record but end up just producing junk. The data stops before the crash, so I will have to manually check the status of the ship's system, however, I am not optimistic about it."</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha The beast when it was trapped in he ball concentrated its energy and devoured the ball with its own energy. When it managed to escape form the ball that was created by Nathan it was evident that regular magic wasn't going to work on this enemy. One could only think what could work on this beast as it only stared at Danny and Nathan pressing its foot at the ground like it was about to charge at them once again. The girl who was fighting her beast earlier managed to defeat her enemy then looked over and saw that there were two people in the air. Both of them who were male which she saw they were trying to use magic to subdue their demon. She could only shake her head since she knew these beasts could not be defeated by conventional magic alone. She didn't know whether to get involved or to just watch from a distance as she let her sword kiss her ankles as it glowed brilliantly like when the moon shone downs on the shimmering waters of the lake that its reflection embraces. Tsukiko had been watching what was going and saw that Danny and Nathan were in the area. She took a look behind her and the man who had saved her earlier was gone. Also the beast he fought wasn't around either. She didn't quite understand what was going on. The man was there a moment ago, but when she became fixated on the girl and her two colleagues he slipped away without her getting a chance to thank him or ask for his name. It was okay for her to move her hand away from where her skirt was being lifted up in the air by the energy of that individual since he was nowhere to be found and all she could see was a giant black spot on the ground which looked like the imprint of the beast. She heard a familiar female voice yell out and ask where she was. She softly spoke just loud enough for her to hear her, "I'm over here."</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Huh...wasn't expecting that" Danny said as he saw the beast break out of his spell. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?" "I've got a few." Nathan walked forward a little. Not enough to provoke the creature to attack right away, but enough to make him it's target. When the beast finally did charge at him, he was ready, with spiritual magic charging his entire body. When the beast reached the end of it's charge and jumped at him, Nathan acted; with his body enhanced by magic, he was able to reach out and grab both of it's front limbs. Without wasting even a moment, Nathan began to spin around in place, picking up speed as he held onto the creature. Once he had reached sufficient speed, he raised his arms to a 45 degree angle and let go. The creature went soaring, climbing high into the air before it hit the ground somewhere far away from them. "With any luck, that should have taken care of it." "Jeez, that looked brutal" Danny cringed Nathan shrugged "I'd rather not get into a fight if I don't have to. Assuming it survives the landing, I doubt it'll be in any condition to follow us." "Fair enough. Finding Tsukiko is more important."</s>
<\|description\|>Erica Nilsdottir Description : A tall red-haired woman with green eyes. Her muscular body is covered with scars causing her to have an imposing figure. Still, even with her hair cut short, it's impossible to mistake her as a male due to her noticeable assets. Additionally, she has the image of thorny vines tattoed into her left upper-arm and the image of branches and leaves into her right upper-arm. Apparel: She mostly wears sleeveless vest and trouser. Her rough activities shows on them as the various tear and stitches patchjobs. She will also wear extra armors during jobs if she feels they're needed. Age: 26 Race : Mathua Gender: F Combat Style: Erica Smash Weapon Preference: Halberd Magic Systems: Spiritual Weakness : Miracle Magical Level : D Special Skills : Whether it's due to technique or magic, it's hard to block Erica's movement or attack once she commit into it. Personality: Erica lives by the "Work Hard, Party Hard" creed. As such, outside of work she would be mostly seen either training/sparring or going around looking for fun things to do. She also likes poking fun of her adoptive sister and would frequently set her up for a date or attempt to drag her along whenever she goes out to play. She's quick to anger and quick to forgive, although she has a bad tendency of keeping a grudge. Biography: Erica was the adoptive daughter of a mercenary. She decided to be a mercenary in order to repay her debt to him and to take care of the adoptive sister that they picked up not long after. Joined the Egis Hunter shortly after her adoptive sister citing that it would be more fun with more stable income. Name : Aart von Gjallarhorn Description : Apparel : Considers himself clothed as long as he's either in his power armor or has his tool belts on. Age: 430 Race : Dwarves Gender: M Combat Style: Lock n' Load Weapon Preference: Guns and his Power Armor Weapon Name: Mk VII Power Armor – Cracker * Shoulder mounted missiles pod (broken and no ammo) - * Power fist * Arm mounted assault cannon * Wrist mounted beam gun Magic Systems : Alchemy Weakness : Vacuum Magical Level : E Special Skills : Weapon Smith: Aart is proficient in the maintenance of weapons and is capable of making and customizing new equipment provided he has the materials and tools. Personality: A gun enthusiast, hedonist and self-proclaimed scientist and gourmet. Aart is eccentric by Dwarven standard and a lunatic by most others. A deadly combination as he won't hesitate testing new equipment on the field no matter how sure he was on claiming safety. Biography: Aart was surprisingly tightlipped about his past before joining the crew as their Quarter Master. Although he can be coaxed with liquors and tend to blabber about once sufficiently intoxicated, which was a feat by itself due to his Dwarven blood. Name : Alice Langfeldt Description : Apparel : A simple clothing consisting of a plain shirt and a skirt that reached to her thighs. Kept her shoulder length hair tied with a scarf. Age: 16 Race : Human Gender: F Alignment: Lawful Good Interests: Magic, Regis, Ibeni, Ethera, Fluffy animals Dislikes: Werewolves, bandits, slavers, dogs Important value: Friends and family Favorite Food: Pickled Fruits Combat Style: Hit and Run (emphasis on Run) Weapon Preference: - Weapon Name: - Personality: A kind and trusting girl. She would rather forgive someone and give them a second chance than making an enemy. She's an idealist even as she realized that as a human, she could do nothing to realize her dreams. Biography: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus A metal sphere landed on the surface of the plant with a thud making a small impact marks on the ground. The metal then fold outwards until it was a flat sheet of metal, revealing a young man curdled into a ball with his hands on his hand. However, he was not quite human. Golden fur covered his body and he had a small canine like muzzle and a tail. Strange marks covered the metal that he was sitting down on, glowing faintly with some form of soft, blue light. He looked normal, relatively speaking. He stood up and all of a sudden his left leg gave out and he fell back down to the metal, but somehow landed with a sound. It hurt, but he just steadied himself and more carefully stood back up, for the most part ignoring the pain. He did a small motion with his hand, and in an inaudible sound exploded in all directions. After a short pause, he heard it return back to him as if he was a dolphin or bat using echo-location. He started limping in the direction. It was not a particularly long walk, but did take longer as he had slight limp in his step, in was not but a few minutes before he was in a shadow of a giant hunk of metal, which was once a vessel able to travel through the stars. He sighed, "I have a lot of work to do. I am sure the others can find there way back to the ship, I should go ahead and get started." he said, talking to himself in a low voice.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "I keep telling you; this isn't my fault. There was an engine problem, and I was nowhere near the engine. You were with me, you should know that." "Doesn't matter; you said it." "Wow, you're really convinced that you can tempt fate, aren't you?" "You're a scientist-" "Alchemist." "-so you should be able to understand that when one event occurs after a different event enough times, then it becomes safe to assume that the later causes the former." "That still doesn't account for the 'how'. That's pretty important too. Besides, how many times could you-" "Eleven." "Sorry?" "I've seen people say something like 'what could possible go wrong', only for things to go horrible wrong eleven times. Not counting just now." "You...kept count?" "It'd be hard not to. The things I saw tend to stick with a person for life." "Wow. You sound like a grizzled old war vet, you know." "Huh, I think that came out wrong then. What I meant is that during those times, insanity and utter frustration that I haven't been able to forget." "Well that's less dark. Still, you really need to tell me some of your stories; the giant spider one you mentioned a few hours ago sounds exciting." "Trust me; it wasn't. It just left me with an instinct to burn any spiders on sight." "Still sounds fun." Two boys made their way through through a dense forest. One of them had black hair, and the other's was red. "You're positive that thing can lead us to Tsukiko right?" the black haired one asked, as he looked at a small petri dish in the other boy's hands. It was filled with water and had a single strand of hair pushed against the side. Coincidentally, in the same direction they were walking. "Nathan, just chill man. Cobbling together a compass to find someone is easy if you have a lock of their hair." The one with red hair replied "Yeah...about that; why do you have a lock of her hair?" "Why else; for this very scenario." "Okay, but how did you get it?" "It was stuck to her clothes, I picked it off, and decided it could be useful." "I'm suddenly a lot less comfortable being alone in a forest with you Danny."</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Of course you could, no one's questioning that," Erica replied a matter-of-factly. "It was an emergency, it's not like we got the time to pick the pods we're going to use." Both knew that it was a blatant lie and it was obvious that Erica intended to stick to her words regardless. Erica kept her gaze against Tsukiko in an amused challenge and waited for her sister's retort. When none came, she let off a disappointed huff before tapping Tsukiko on the shoulder. "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" --- In front of yet another ruined metal sphere, a lone dwarf was busy banging his arm against the pod's console. "Work, you piece of shoddy machinery!" he exclaimed as he swung down his fist once more. It was to no avail as the device remain stubbornl quiet. Aart grumbled in frustration and kicked at the machine. Sitting down, the dwarf considered what to do next. He had to find the ship's crash site, even if it was only to make sure he could ascertain his beloved guns are still intact. Still, he can't find out where it was without the comm and looking around blind would be bad. Especially as he only had the tools in his toolbelt as something approaching a weapon. Aart idly munched on a shrapnel as he surveyed the woods surrounding him. Well, at least he won't have to worry about firewood or food if he had to stay put and wait.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" Tsukiko looked at Erica with a dirty look on her face still irritated by her situation. She was frustrated and didn't really mean to vent like she did toward her sister, but she didn't feel she needed to apologize. She believed her sister was used to her constant whining though she would have bit anyone's head off if anyone said she was actually whining. She sighed deeply as she took a deep breath breathing in the freshness of the air and letting it touch her lungs about to speak to Erica when she heard a sound in the forest. She immediately turned her attention away from Erica jumped down off the cliffside and headed straight into the forest tracking the sound she heard in the forest. She didn't say a single word while she was sprinting through the forest trying to find out what that sound she heard was.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Any idea what caused the engines to fail like that?" Nathan asked Danny out of the blue "I'm an alchemist Nathan, not an engineer" He reminded his companion "You still most likely know more about that stuff then I do" "Eh, there is a little bit of overlap. Although without seeing the damage for myself, my best guess would have to be sabotage." "You think someone broke the engines intentionally?" "No, that's just my best guess. I can't think of anything else that could have caused them to fail that someone wouldn't have caught. Now granted, I'm sure there is an explanation that makes sense that isn't 'someone did it on purpose' but I don't know what it is." "Really? I thought you said that engineering and alchemy had a little overlap?" "That's mostly around fuel. Turns out that alchemy is good at making the stuff that powers ships like that." "I see." With their conversation at an end, the two fell back into silence.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Tsukiko continued to venture into the deep vast green forest as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pace broke from a full out sprint to a regular walk as she carefully looked around her surroundings to see if anyone was present. From a distance she thought she saw two individuals who were talking to each other. She could barely understand what they were saying since they were so far away. When she tried to walk further a hand clamped over her mouth for a split second as the individual pulled her toward him. He released his hand whee she started to bark in anger about being hand-gagged and pulled into a clearing where the individual could talk to her. The individual who had grabbed her wore mostly black and he had long silverish hair that trickled down his backside toward his legs. Tsukiko backed away from the individual looking at him in anger before she snapped, "What is the big idea grabbing me out of nowhere then making it so I couldn't breathe? What were you trying to do, kill me!" She said in anger as she tried to kick the man in the shin only to have him dodge her attack. "This forest is dangerous. You should leave at once." The man said as he clanged onto his sword which was implanted into the ground. His sword was covered in a purplish black like substance which trickled down the entire blade and dripped toward the ground like fallen raindrops. Tsukiko started yelling at the man telling him to stop telling her what to do when a loud roar could be heard in the vicinity. The man pulled Tsukiko into his duster and embraced her hiding her from a appearance a blackish like creature howled in the forest as it made its way through the clearing they were standing in. The man immediately moved into the brush pulling the feisty creamy yellow haired maiden in with him.</s>	<\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir Erica shook her head as she saw Tsukiko moved away without a word at the sound of...something. Something that could be their crewmate, a local, or a demon. Two out of the three means problem and of course her sister rushed at it. "And they say I'm the reckless one," she muttered before chasing after Tsukiko. It wasn't long until she ran into a pair of figure. However, neither of the two was Tsukiko. Instead, she ran into two men that she knew from the ship. "Huh, it's you two," Erica said to Danny and Nathan. She frowned at the two boys and the somehow missing Tsukiko. How did she miss her? She was running straight! She tapped her feet on the ground a few times before staring straight at the two boys. "Say, did you two run into Tsukiko just now? She should've been in front of me." Regardless of either of their reply, they would soon be interrupted by a not-quite-distant roar of a creature. Somehow, the three would know that Tsukiko was involved with whatever it was that roared.</s>
<\|description\|>Robin Lowe "Oh Jesus, are you even trying?" T H E . O R I G I N A T O R Age: Sixteen Height; Weight: 5'5"; 149lbs Stripes: Ten Reason for Admission: - Flooded the boy's bathroom with ink and doodles... Three separate times. - Sent little, scary drawings into the girl's locker room on multiple occasions. - Started one too many scarps in the school yard (that smile of his started wars, one of the teachers had said). Years Admitted: Four --- Special Abilities: Art Manipulation Physical Strength: Hideously weak. No, seriously, Robin bruises easier then a peach and sometimes has trouble even opening a door. He isn't unhealthy in the slightest, in fact he's quite harsh on himself when it comes to eating right and exercising, but in the end he just finds himself with lack luster muscles and an inability to change this fact about himself. He's quick but not extremely so, and seems to have two left feet. Overall rating: 3/10 Mental Strength: What Robin lacks in physicality he makes up for in smarts. Brute strength is replaced with brute honesty, wailing fists pushed aside for startling, harsh commentary. He is a little spitfire, a smiling manic with a mouth he obviously keeps unfiltered to rile people up. Robin has the eyes of an artist (albeit, a bad artist) and he uses his observant nature to point out various flaws and insecurities of people, places, or things. His bad mouth has often gotten him into trouble, and his excuse for all the horrid yet intellectually accurate words he spews is normally "I don't like lying to people's faces, ya know?" Due to his mental-oriented nature, he is relatively well off in the ways of mental fortitude. Overall rating: 9/10 Weaknesses: * Drawing: Yes, an art manipulator with the inability to draw (draw well at least). Even if Robin is aware of his sucky art he never lets on. Sometimes he'll draw a scribble and look proud, but in the end it's just a scribble that will eventually leap off the page to wreak havoc and nothing more. * Fighting: Robin likes to stay on the analytical side of things and often lets his drawings do the dirty work for him. He bruises easy and isn't a fan of violence in general, even if his words say otherwise. * Observant People: People who can see through his smiley facade scare him, greatly. * Water: Like, really. Water gets all his papers soaked and all the colors bleed together to make an even bigger mess than before. It's a real mess when Robin and water collide. * Women: Gynophobia, the fear of women in a social and physical sense. Spurred from Robin's awful mother, he often has trouble talking to and approaching women in public, and will at times scurry away in an effort not to see any at all. Restrained?: Yes Details: Robin's restriction is literally censorship. Yep, when his words or drawings get too out of control, his collar puts into act a various amount of bleeps or blurs to ensure that Robin can no longer speak out with his horrid words or draw anything too big and deadly-looking. --- Background Info: Robin liked drawing. Ever since he was young he made hideous attempts at art and showed it off like masterpieces. The first time his power came into action he was five and he had just drawn a huge bunny-cat combo. It leapt off the page with vigor and trotted across his room savagely, spurred by the boy's imagination alone. Robin had to squash it with a book to get it to vanish. He drew more creatures after that and honed his powers. His mother called him a freak. His father called him a genius. Robin called himself "an artist". Robin didn't like his mother. She was the opposite of a war; she was boring and chilling and lazy. Her voice gave Robin nightmares and he eventually grew a fear of all women because she was either overbearing or nothing at all. He went to public school and did well in most classes, besides gym. He always got caught trying to sneak out in gym. The extra punishment laps never helped him like the class any better. Robin hung around as the head of a small school gang once. They enjoyed his plots and followed his word like monkeys. He liked them. They ended up not liking him after a certain smile and harsh set of language and devised to bully him one day in the boy's restroom. That was the first instance of ink and doodles running rampant. The entire first floor men's restroom was coated with ink stains for the rest of the year. Robin looked pleased rather then apologetic. This accident happened many more times after that. The second time it happened Robin was skipping class. The third time was Robin getting some relief from his boredom. The fourth incident happened when one of the taller girls got too close and scared the hell outta him. The last incident happened when he sent a few naughty scribbles out to rile up some upperclassmen. He was locked sent away for good after that. Interests: * Mischief: Robin's one true love. His words are normally meant to stir the waters in an effort to spawn some issues or playful problems. Of course, they're also the reason he often ends up with black eyes and bloody noses. * Drawing: Even if he's god awful at it, drawing still helps Robin unwind and his creations are helpful, even if they're a bit harder to control. * People Watching: "It's not perverse, it's just a hobby!" Robin enjoys looking out for peoples weak spots, and people watching is just how he does so. * Graffiti: Though Robin is god awful at sketching and painting, he is surprisingly adept at graffiti, and when given the time and place and items he'll gladly put his tag up (in record time to boot!) * Smiling: Robin's snarky grins have earned him a reputation of being a "fake ass". He'll smirk even when he's putting down another poor soul with his harsh words. Sometimes a more sadistic light can be caught shining between his teeth, but for all intents and purposes they're just regular, seedy smirks. And he loves making them, for some reason. * Cooking: Robin's a killer chef, and he adores making food as much as he enjoys eating it. Other: * Estranged from his mother * Really likes animated movies * Really hates sweets</s> <\|message\|>Peridot "Perri" King T H E . S E C O N D . D A Y The school gates were wide open, the small shops by the entrance bustling with life. Children cried in their parents' arms if the parents were present, cheering up only when offered a treat. The entrance ceremony had been yesterday, and today, the visitors that had come with the new students were leaving. Childhood friends said their goodbyes, promising to meet during the upcoming break, and those with no one to greet them made their ways to their rooms. Even the rooms were solitary, with no windows. Those who had family with them found it awkward sleeping in such a suffocating room. Those who'd been there years before found it familiar. The air conditioner helped cool down the stuffiness of the room, and besides Greenwing wouldn't be Greenwing without it's shitty dorms. As the noon slowly crawled past, more and more visitors started to leave, even the shop owners starting to close up shop. Food trucks were the first to go, followed slowly by the disassembly of the stalls. The front gates that was clogged with life only a day and a few hours ago slowly dwindled to the Greenwing Academy student body, gathering as their collars prevented them from following after their family, some teens picking up younger children over their shoulders to wave after the disappearing crowd. As the gates shut close with a loud BANG, the speakers on all of the watch towers clicked on, buzzing the familiar, "FREE PERIOD" warning that so many returnees had been greeted with before. Confused new students looked around, past students immediately doing whatever they tended to do. A few stragglers watched from the gate as they watched two cruise ships sail off the island, trying to wave to a haze that was indistinguishable. And thus, another year of Greenwing Academy began.</s> <\|message\|>Justice Rivera Justice Rivera --- Reddened tan skin tickled a young boy's face as he stood with others, waving goodbye to a disappearing crowd. He'd turned his mother, who had unwillingly gone along to send him off to school, as a child momentarily before the crowd dispersed, earning a well deserved smack on the face. The woman didn't hold back even despite Justice having reverted to a child, he mused, holding the gate with his now much smaller hands. "Well, time to look for some familiar faces," he grinned, pulling away from the gates and rushing past new students. Considering the actual school year didn't start until tomorrow, the day's free time allowed the prisoners-- ah, the students-- have some time to explore the school without being dressed in uniform. Some kids-- either new or just really enthusiastic about school rules-- had their black and white uniforms already on, but little children (like the kind Justice was pretending to be) were dressed in clothes their parents had helped them with before they left. He made his way towards the statue by the fountain, where a girl slightly taller than him with long white hair played with the water. A few other kids played in the water itself, one even completely submerged, Justice making his way to sit on the ground beside the white haired girl. "Hola Gabby," he greeted with a playful grin, dipping his hand in the water as well, trying to grasp at the water and letting it slip past his tan fingers. "What's for lunch tomorro?" "No lunch," said the girl-- who upon closer investigation would be revealed as just a very pretty boy-- "Cafeteria's closed tomorrow." "Haha, funny, You like jokes? Seriously though, what is it--" Gabriel gave a small frown, touching the collar on their neck before glancing up at the sun that shone over the large walls of the city. "Oh wait, haha, not tomorrow. There's the usual lunch sets and like.... pizza--" The conversation was cut short by water being splashed in Justice's face, at which the teen in a boy's body stood up, pitching a, "Yo what the fuck--" a grin on his face as he clambered on top of the edge of the fountain to jump on who he assumed was the perperator's back-- --- --- Peridot King --- Curly blonde locks waved in the wind as a girl hung upside down on a tree northeast of the open space, skirt showing off uniform shorts that were probably stolen. Using her hands as pretend binoculars, she searched the school, from the guards atop the watchpoints to the fights on the ground that weren't being stopped, she focused in and out of each scene with pretend, "Vweeeeeeen," noises paired with small bubbles escaping her lips as she did so. "Such pretty little kiddies this new year," he cooed, grabbing the bottom portion of her jaw in excitement, her upper teeth clamping down on her knuckles. "I gotta go and greet em, I gotta~" As she pulled herself up with much trouble, holding her breath as her stomach hurt from the effort, her hand slipped and soon she was falling a distance below, her laugh accented by large bubbles escaping her lips.</s>	<\|message\|>Robin Lowe Robin observed the crowd, as he so often did, and chuckled to himself. They were all the same, every year. Every single knew child stood in wait for direction and every returning soul ambled along to their posts, ready for another year of Hell. It was a fun passed time, watching confused or apathetic faces shift, especially when his collar was kicked in and he was unable to greet anyone or draw anything without being blurred and bleeped like some kind of indecent act on the TV. His eyes skipped across familiar and unfamiliar faces as he crumbled paper in his fist and pressed his back against a rough tree, feeling grounded by the splinters that pricked through his uniform. He chuckled again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared idly at a certain gathering of children. They were all newbies, he could tell by the curious curve of their brow and shifting of their hands. One of them looked about his age, sixteen, and she was folding her hands over and over as if trying to start a fire without anything to catch it. She said something quietly to the boy on her left (?a brother?) and the boy sighed and turned towards the gate. His gaze was forlorn. How pretty. Robin followed his gaze for a moment and then returned to staring. Another game he liked to play was "Guess the Freak", and it was best done at the beginning of the year, where new meat remained foreign and unknown in his mind's eye. The girl and the boy seemed painfully average (and related. Robin noticed their shared noses and pale hair), but the collars around their neck signified their need for punishment. Robin touched his own collar and muttered a vivid swear weird. A harsh beep emitted just in time to cancel the hideous waste of vocabulary, and Robin winced as he saw a few eyes turn his way, curious and new. He returned his stare to the two possible siblings, ignore the whispers and gazes, and watched. He watched and watched and watched until the girl did something of note. She ran her finger along the inside of the choker. Something sparked. His mind screamed lightning freak! and, just as she attempted whatever she wanted to do, a minimal shock of electricity burst from her collar. She straightened and drew her finger away, babbling suddenly and quickly to her brother. And her brother, confused, placed a hand to his own collar and gulped. They discovered a restraint. Robin discovered a new girl to avoid. He eventually grew tired of the view and sighed, eyes turning down to stare idly at the blurry, scribble-picture of what would have been a rad-looking snake if not for his own restraint. The blur was impossible to see through. Stupid, stupid school. Robin let his head fall back hard against the splintering. And, with narrowed eyes, he wondered where the few kids he knew well were hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Copen Thorsen "Did someone say I look hipster?" Age: 17 Height; Weight: 6,4", 160lbs Stripes: 11 Reason for Admission: - Numerous incidents of theft. He was eventually caught when trailed after stealing a cellphone off of a display. The security guard couldn't believe his eyes when the girl shifted back into a tall, blond teenager. After he was caught, a stash of stolen items was found in Copen's bedroom by the police, who were now aware of his powers. - Impersonation. Copen thought it was funny when he made out with a classmate as her boyfriend, only to shift back into himself and shock her. He'd done it a couple of times to some others, in fact. By now, the police knew of his powers – and suddenly, this was, 'sexual harassment…' Puh-lease, they certainly enjoyed my extensive kissing skills at the time. The stealing and impersonation happened around the same time, and the government realized the danger if this kid continued spiraling downward. Years Admitted: 3 Special Abilities: Copen is a human shapeshifter. He can take the form of whoever he pleases – with a catch. His body mass has to stay the same. To get around this, he might replicate someone as slightly taller or larger than usual. He would be a very chubby six-year-old, for example. Physical Strength: In his normal form, Copen isn't strong. He's quite slender and has coltish limbs that he's slightly self-conscious of. However, he isn't really bothered to put the work in to become stronger – he prefers to run. Copen is quite cardio fit, and has nicely toned legs despite them being slim. However, he is able to shift into a muscular person if he so wishes. They won't be tall though – muscle weighs quite a bit – and this can be a disadvantage in a fight. He refers to it as, "Wolverine mode." Minus the claws. Mental Strength: Copen isn't clever. He really isn't. He's a bit of an airhead, to be honest – it's why he was caught so easily. Who could resist the looks on people's faces when they found out about him? He's a bit narcissistic, too. He's forever fixing his hair and straightening his clothes. Underneath this though, he does care about other people and has a soft heart. Copen is happy-go-lucky, tending not to worry about 'unimportant,' things. He's usually smiling that slight-too-big-for-his-face smile, and laughing rather loudly. He's also flirtatious and open to hook-ups – but occasionally obsessive over a girl he really likes. Weaknesses: - With his good looks and charm getting him most of the way in life, Copen sometimes finds himself very stuck when it doesn't work on people. He gets frustrated quite easily and isn't exactly a problem solver so much as a problem maker. - His narcissism can sometimes blind him to how he appears to others – usually along the lines of annoying. - Electrical shocks will 'turn off' his shifting. Restrained?: Yes Details: Copen can shift with his restraint - but it comes with a catch. When he shifts, his entire skin turns blue. It makes it such that he cannot actually impersonate anyone; they'll all know it's him. His skin will turn back to normal when he's back to his usual form. Background Info: ~ Raised by average, 'normal,' family in the rather boring suburbs. Only child. Boring boring boring. Mother and father are skilled Danish immigrants. ~ Popular, well-liked at school amongst peers, not so much amongst teachers – caused mischief. ~ Powers came into being at around age 12. Mucked around with them for innocent fun and attention. ~ Things got boring again, he decided to start doing more daring stunts. Impersonating teachers at school ("school's out for the day!"), stealing and more nefarious impersonation for 'action' he wouldn't otherwise get. ~ Caught at age 14 with numerous crimes against his name. Decided that he should go to the school for rehabilitation. Interests: ~ Himself ~ Beer (alcohol in general, really) ~ Girls ~ Parties ~ Dancing. This boy has the skills to foxtrot and waltz his way into a girl's heart, weirdly enough. It's a passion of his. Other: He speaks both Danish and English fluently due to his heritage – although the Danish doesn't come in too useful. The glasses are just for show; he doesn't actually need them [hider=Relationships] --- Copen Thorsen --- --- \|\| ☯ Acquaintance ☯ \|\| ☮ Friend ☮ \|\| ♢ Best Friend ♢ \|\| ❀ Love Interest ❀ \|\| ♡ Boyfriend-Girlfriend ♡ \|\| ♤ Rival ♤ \|\| ☠ Enemy ☠ \|\| --- --- [color=???]symbol[/color] Justice Rivera [color=???]symbol[/color] Thoughts on character ☯ Peridot "Perri" King ☯ Kind of... crazy. [color=???]symbol[/color] Robin Lowe [color=???]symbol[/color] Thoughts on character ☮ Hana Graves ☮ She's quiet and dark, but it's sort of a challenge to try to make her laugh. I'm not very successful, though... ☮ Jackie Washington ☮ His paper planes make class more interesting. A chilled sort of guy, like me (well, most of the time). ☯Arjuna Sonozaki☯ Scary looking, but maybe a chill guy to hang out with underneath? ☯ Pat "Patty" Maddsen ☯ I'm confused. --- NPCS ☯ Gabriel Spurstein ☯ Kinda spacey. Short. Useful, though. ☮ Iwazumi "Weird Kid" Kaito ☮ Okay, so he's weird - but it's not like I wouldn't talk to him between classes, or whatever. ☠ Anita "Tree Bitch" Luzon ☠ A bitch indeed. ☯ Asahina "Miss Demeanor" Menoir ☯ She's strict and stuff, but isn't that what teachers do? It's sort of fun to jokingly flirt with her.[/code] [/hider]</s> <\|message\|>Justice Rivera Justice Rivera --- Reddened tan skin tickled a young boy's face as he stood with others, waving goodbye to a disappearing crowd. He'd turned his mother, who had unwillingly gone along to send him off to school, as a child momentarily before the crowd dispersed, earning a well deserved smack on the face. The woman didn't hold back even despite Justice having reverted to a child, he mused, holding the gate with his now much smaller hands. "Well, time to look for some familiar faces," he grinned, pulling away from the gates and rushing past new students. Considering the actual school year didn't start until tomorrow, the day's free time allowed the prisoners-- ah, the students-- have some time to explore the school without being dressed in uniform. Some kids-- either new or just really enthusiastic about school rules-- had their black and white uniforms already on, but little children (like the kind Justice was pretending to be) were dressed in clothes their parents had helped them with before they left. He made his way towards the statue by the fountain, where a girl slightly taller than him with long white hair played with the water. A few other kids played in the water itself, one even completely submerged, Justice making his way to sit on the ground beside the white haired girl. "Hola Gabby," he greeted with a playful grin, dipping his hand in the water as well, trying to grasp at the water and letting it slip past his tan fingers. "What's for lunch tomorro?" "No lunch," said the girl-- who upon closer investigation would be revealed as just a very pretty boy-- "Cafeteria's closed tomorrow." "Haha, funny, You like jokes? Seriously though, what is it--" Gabriel gave a small frown, touching the collar on their neck before glancing up at the sun that shone over the large walls of the city. "Oh wait, haha, not tomorrow. There's the usual lunch sets and like.... pizza--" The conversation was cut short by water being splashed in Justice's face, at which the teen in a boy's body stood up, pitching a, "Yo what the fuck--" a grin on his face as he clambered on top of the edge of the fountain to jump on who he assumed was the perperator's back-- --- --- Peridot King --- Curly blonde locks waved in the wind as a girl hung upside down on a tree northeast of the open space, skirt showing off uniform shorts that were probably stolen. Using her hands as pretend binoculars, she searched the school, from the guards atop the watchpoints to the fights on the ground that weren't being stopped, she focused in and out of each scene with pretend, "Vweeeeeeen," noises paired with small bubbles escaping her lips as she did so. "Such pretty little kiddies this new year," he cooed, grabbing the bottom portion of her jaw in excitement, her upper teeth clamping down on her knuckles. "I gotta go and greet em, I gotta~" As she pulled herself up with much trouble, holding her breath as her stomach hurt from the effort, her hand slipped and soon she was falling a distance below, her laugh accented by large bubbles escaping her lips.</s> <\|message\|>Robin Lowe Robin Lowe --- Robin observed the crowd, as he so often did, and chuckled to himself. They were all the same, every year. Every single knew child stood in wait for direction and every returning soul ambled along to their posts, ready for another year of Hell. It was a fun passed time, watching confused or apathetic faces shift, especially when his collar was kicked in and he was unable to greet anyone or draw anything without being blurred and bleeped like some kind of indecent act on the TV. His eyes skipped across familiar and unfamiliar faces as he crumbled paper in his fist and pressed his back against a rough tree, feeling grounded by the splinters that pricked through his uniform. He chuckled again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared idly at a certain gathering of children. They were all newbies, he could tell by the curious curve of their brow and shifting of their hands. One of them looked about his age, sixteen, and she was folding her hands over and over as if trying to start a fire without anything to catch it. She said something quietly to the boy on her left (?a brother?) and the boy sighed and turned towards the gate. His gaze was forlorn. How pretty. Robin followed his gaze for a moment and then returned to staring. Another game he liked to play was "Guess the Freak", and it was best done at the beginning of the year, where new meat remained foreign and unknown in his mind's eye. The girl and the boy seemed painfully average (and related. Robin noticed their shared noses and pale hair), but the collars around their neck signified their need for punishment. Robin touched his own collar and muttered a vivid swear weird. A harsh beep emitted just in time to cancel the hideous waste of vocabulary, and Robin winced as he saw a few eyes turn his way, curious and new. He returned his stare to the two possible siblings, ignore the whispers and gazes, and watched. He watched and watched and watched until the girl did something of note. She ran her finger along the inside of the choker. Something sparked. His mind screamed lightning freak! and, just as she attempted whatever she wanted to do, a minimal shock of electricity burst from her collar. She straightened and drew her finger away, babbling suddenly and quickly to her brother. And her brother, confused, placed a hand to his own collar and gulped. They discovered a restraint. Robin discovered a new girl to avoid. He eventually grew tired of the view and sighed, eyes turning down to stare idly at the blurry, scribble-picture of what would have been a rad-looking snake if not for his own restraint. The blur was impossible to see through. Stupid, stupid school. Robin let his head fall back hard against the splintering. And, with narrowed eyes, he wondered where the few kids he knew well were hiding.</s>	<\|message\|>Copen Thorsen It was a slightly sad day, Copen admitted to himself as he watched the new students say their farewells to all they'd ever known. He knew that feeling, even if it had been three years ago when he'd first said that temporary goodbye to his parents. The summer holidays had been fun, catching up with old friends and simply being back home. His old room was welcoming and bright; but the dorm at Greenwing had its own sort of charm. His things were already unpacked and organised in their usual places, and he'd hung out with a few familiar faces so far. It was disappointing to see that the Tree Bitch was back, along with her crew - he'd rather much hoped that something had happened to her over the holidays... It was funny to see the new kids try out their restraints, finding out how they'd been disabled. Copen disliked how his powers were affected, but it was a necessity when he looked at how some of them could cause havoc. It was only fair, he supposed - not that he wouldn't take advantage of his abilities if he could. It'd be fun. Now, everyone knew if it was him; he could still use his powers to tease or for his advantage, thankfully. Sticking his hands in the pockets of his uniform pants, he glanced about for anyone he knew. His long sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, displaying fair, blond-haired forearms, and the black-rimmed glasses he was so fond of perched on his straight nose. Maybe there'd be some new girls to flirt with, if he was lucky. That'd be nice. The new students eventually lost his interest, and Copen turned around to look for more familiar faces. He wandered over toward the fountain, chuckling with that wide smile of his as someone splashed the childlike Justice. He was a crazy guy, that one. And it was bizarre to see him in that form, smoking and swearing. All around him, were other supers like himself. It was strange, and yet terribly lovely.</s>
<\|description\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H BURNING BRIDGES FROM THE INSIDE OUT, ONE DAY I'LL BE STRONGER THAN MY OWN DOUBT what did you think would happen when you put me in an unnatural space? --- 03 NOV 2149P L A C E O F B I R T H Marseille, France, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X FemaleB L O O D T Y P E O+H E I G H T 177 centimetresW E I G H T 62 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Kalyani hates her biotics. Well, that's not quite right. Kalyani likes using her biotics. The ripple of eezo in her tissue, the way her skin burns as her corona flares to life, the rush of power when reality bends--that she'll never tire of. It's just everything else. It's BAaT. Her parents were just trying to help, she knows, but she can't help but hate their willingness to give her away. Conatix had promised they'd teach her. This was what was best for her, for humanity, they insisted. Their pretty words had won even Kalyani over. The idea of learning with others like her, training to be something greater, sounded wonderful. Needless to say, BAaT didn't measure up to her expectations. 'Brain Camp' was a hilarious misnomer. It was no haven for bookworms like Kalyani; it was more a death by a thousand cuts. Her world narrowed from dreams of wandering the stars to the halls of Jump Zero. The incomprehensible emptiness of space left room for nothing else. At least, she'd thought, she could go home when she came of age. Upon reflection, that was rather naive. Five years of keeping her head down, of senselessly pushing herself to the brink, of trying to behave her way into freedom only made things worse. She'd excelled; Conatix had need of excellent mentors. And without a credit to her name, how exactly could she make her way back to Earth? All this power and she can't get a fucking ride home.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It was going to be one of those days. Life in BAaT was never pleasant, but it was usually less awful. Kalyani had perfected the art of keeping her head down. It was a solid strategy. There were nearly three hundred students stuffed into these soulless walls; they caused enough trouble to keep most of the instructors busy. She'd been lucky enough to take to her biotics quickly. Excelling was dangerous, and so she bit back every protest and made herself as bland as possible. It was enough to keep her safe. Except, of course, when it didn't. Court looked so scared. He'd been on Jump Zero maybe a year at the most, and he hadn't learned to keep his mouth shut. He had all the makings of trouble—anger and a stubborn refusal to accept his lot. A few years ago, he might have gotten off with extra training and a few months of restriction. Once he'd tired of the isolation and the hunger deep in his bones, he'd have learned. Awful, yes, but effective. Throwing him to the wolves seemed needlessly cruel. What good could come of having a child--too young to even have his implants--try and fight? It didn't help. It was just senseless, inefficient even. Not that anyone cared. Not that she truly cared. She never said anything. Kalyani breathed deep, the familiar tingle whispering through her skin. And then fucking Nagamura mouthed off. The training room flooded with whispers, little knives of viciousness and relief. Any time someone else was under the weight of turian eyes, the world got a little bit safer for the others. Kalyani turned her back on Court's pale face, trying not to let relief flood her veins prematurely. Kicking the shit out of a scared little kid was one thing; fighting one of the assholes that drank the BAaT kool-aid was another thing entirely. Kalyani liked those matches. Caelnus' mandibles flared with what seemed like interest. His head cocked to one side, unblinking stare moving between the two of them in blatant appraisal. A long, terrible moment passed. Turians didn't smile properly; they just bared their teeth, neat little lines of razors. It was a classic threat display. Effective. "Permission granted," Caelnus' flanging voice seemed to echo in the stillness of the training room, ringing with amusement. Court shuffled off the mat, looking particularly small against the gathering crowd of students. Kalyani supposed this was a Learning Experience. It was strange being a part of this, being the whip when she'd spent what felt like forever at its mercy. Kalyani stepped back smoothly, dark eyes focusing on Nagamura as she found her place. Cruelty seemed etched in his every raw, jagged line, like BAaT had crawled inside him and flooded his veins. He was fire and ruthless competition, the same viciousness she'd seen in her own classmates, in her own silence. A familiar prickle began to build at the base of her skull, an electric bite flooding her senses. One moment she stood tall and rigid, posture too perfect—and then she flowed, slipping into a neutral stance, hands aloft and at the ready. She could practically feel her nerves humming, yearning to fire. The skin around her implants itched, fiery hot, ever sensitive. Her hands snapped, one arm drawing back, the other dropping low and grasping at air, fingers arched like claws. A rush of power screamed through her, silver and cobalt blooming from her skin in a violent corona. She pushed, throwing a line of screaming blue light, sparking as gravity caved to her will. Again. And again. It was simple to move, gathering mass effect fields, body surging with negative current. It was like it rushed to answer her, like it wanted to obey. Her heart leapt at the thrill of it, at how the nodules practically burned in her tissue, like little suns burrowed into her flesh. They answered so readily to her simple throws, watching as they shattered in sparks against flares of barriers. Learning.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H Yoroi was stepping onto the faux-leather padding as soon as Caelnus gave his blessing, not bothering to watch Court disappear back into the mass of waiting students. Good that he'd gone for it--did the turian know it was better this way, or was he just looking for something more entertaining to watch? Yoroi didn't know or care. It had worked. Now it was just him in Kalyani. Good. He wasn't going to win this match. Say what you want about her, Madan knew her shit. You didn't get to Step Nine any other way, even taking five years to do it. Most of the time she was all limp kitten, putting in the bare minimum to pass the muster and make the hawks happy, but there were more than a few hard boys who'd found out the that when it came right down to it she was a fucking natural. Even now, watching her prime, Yoroi could tell by the way her aura _flowed_ that she was starting to get into it. He remembered his parents, his friends, the teachers at school after Conatix got through with their civilian party line--they might have gotten the kids there with promises of glory and distant horizons, but they'd gotten the signature on the permission form with fear. Do you know what your child is capable of? You've no idea what he'll do if he doesn't learn to control himself. What if he flips out or something? I'm out, man, I'm not screwing around with no freak. I'm not trying to alarm you, but in certain cases biotic episodes have been known to turn violent. Yeah. Fucking cases like this one. Yoroi had watched more than his fair share of the older students training--the instructors didn't like it, worried that some Step One jackass would lose it and breach something probably, but he'd seen some of what they were up to. He knew Madan was more than the wet blanket she pretended to be, and now he was going to feel it. Ready to dance, he settled himself in-- And she was already on him. He'd watched that glow slide right through her pale olive skin, eezo nodes jacked up and raring to go, and still he almost missed her first shot. Almost. If there was something Yoroi was good at, it was barriers. Projection was his problem, controlling those rippling bolts of force she seemed to rattle off so easily, but his body was his turf. Like a samurai, he always thought to himself, never quite able to voice the stupid cliche aloud. Knight in shining armor. O-Yoroi. Can't beat what you can't hurt. Last moment or no his barrier was strong as anything, dissipating her torrent of strikes like water around a rock. It wouldn't hurt him, it couldn't hurt him--she might have all sorts of spin over Newtonian physics on her side of the court but her right to play with the spatial laws ended at his face. She could do better than that. He knew it, and he was going to make her prove it. Someone else would have taunted her. Al-Tariq would have said something shitty, called her a her something disgusting enough to make her mad, but that wasn't Yoroi's game. He didn't want to win, he wanted to win. To be so damn full of biotic fucking badassery that he could rip that taloned foot off his throat and take the leg with it. You didn't get there by being a brat--you got there by knuckling down and putting in the hours. Say what you wanted about him, Yoroi worked his ass off at BaAT and it showed. Where Kaylani was flowing, natural, easy, Yoroi was sharp and efficient. His barriers came with a sharp clench of his right fist, his strikes with his left. His main issue in the ring was that he hadn't quite figured out how to manage one without weakening the other--focus he had plenty of, but multi-tasking? Firing without using that raw strength he had in his shield? It was tough, it took training and time he hadn't had, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. Kaylani's barrage was measured, sustainable, but each blow was weaker than his barrier by a good margin and there were enough of them to give him a good sense of how much strength he could spare. All he needed was to wait for the moment between one impact and the next-- Bingo. Kalyani was flowing-Tai-Chi, very Kung-Fu--Yoroi was Krav Maga, all sharp efficiency and vicious counterattacks. He primed-aimed-fired in the time it took him to snap forward his fist, a straight jab turned into a sledgehammer by the little eezo nodes humming under his skin. Though he didn't know it, there was one thing he and Madan were in complete agreement about. There was nothing quite like that biotic ripple under their skin. Potential energy, literally--all potential. It could be anything. It could do anything. It could make Kalyani Madan wake the fuck up and try.</s>	<\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s>
<\|description\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H BURNING BRIDGES FROM THE INSIDE OUT, ONE DAY I'LL BE STRONGER THAN MY OWN DOUBT what did you think would happen when you put me in an unnatural space? --- 03 NOV 2149P L A C E O F B I R T H Marseille, France, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X FemaleB L O O D T Y P E O+H E I G H T 177 centimetresW E I G H T 62 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Kalyani hates her biotics. Well, that's not quite right. Kalyani likes using her biotics. The ripple of eezo in her tissue, the way her skin burns as her corona flares to life, the rush of power when reality bends--that she'll never tire of. It's just everything else. It's BAaT. Her parents were just trying to help, she knows, but she can't help but hate their willingness to give her away. Conatix had promised they'd teach her. This was what was best for her, for humanity, they insisted. Their pretty words had won even Kalyani over. The idea of learning with others like her, training to be something greater, sounded wonderful. Needless to say, BAaT didn't measure up to her expectations. 'Brain Camp' was a hilarious misnomer. It was no haven for bookworms like Kalyani; it was more a death by a thousand cuts. Her world narrowed from dreams of wandering the stars to the halls of Jump Zero. The incomprehensible emptiness of space left room for nothing else. At least, she'd thought, she could go home when she came of age. Upon reflection, that was rather naive. Five years of keeping her head down, of senselessly pushing herself to the brink, of trying to behave her way into freedom only made things worse. She'd excelled; Conatix had need of excellent mentors. And without a credit to her name, how exactly could she make her way back to Earth? All this power and she can't get a fucking ride home.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s>	<\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It happened almost too quickly to process. Her shockwave slammed into an immovable wall, heat spilling off the casual abuse of physics. One moment he'd stood firm—the next, Nagamura had been knocked back. Something cracked, leather creaked, and the familiar thud of limbs on cheap pleather seemed to echo in the training room. All she could hear was the thunder of her heartbeat. The world narrowed to the adrenaline coursing in her veins, the way her skin felt like it was stretched too tight over her frame, the whispers of charge clinging to the metal drilled through her skull. Her fingers flexed of their own volition, straining to channel once more. It would be so easy. It would feel so good. "Jesus," someone muttered. Her fingers stilled and snuffed out the flickers of her corona. Her senses opened, and the world came screaming into terrible focus. Whispers and an awful clap of hands, the shifting of the mat under heavy footsteps, two heavy fingers dropping to her shoulder, squeezing, as if the arc of blood on the mat were praise worthy. The world blurred at the edges even as light went impossibly sharp. Kalyani winced, a hand snaking behind her right ear to press sharply against an implant, as if she could drive it deeper into her head. The relief was slight, but it was enough to let her take a ragged breath. "A real biotic," Caelnus' mocking warble filled the dead air. Her translator missed whatever his quiet rasping trill and clicks meant, but the intent was clear. It took almost everything to keep her hands still by her side. What an asshole. Nagamura kept looking at her. It wasn't the wounded puppy Court gave her, or the usual frustration and fear she saw in her victims. Nagamura's gaze pierced through her, lightning that lashed tight about her spine and forced her to look, damn it. It refused to let her fall back into apathy. You did this, now look. There was no option but to meet his gaze and see the slash of red down his chin, shallow breaths that came with crushed ribs, and endless, simmering rage. "Shit." The word was more air than substance, dissolving in a breath. She wasn't even sure she'd said it. "Get up," The turian's hand finally left her shoulder as he took long, swaggering steps forward. A familiar panic rose in her throat, followed close by bile. There could be no round two. "We've gone over time," Kalyani said blandly. Trembling fingers laced behind her back, knuckles whitening around each other. "They're late for the galley." Caelnus fixed her with an unblinking stare, pinpricks of acid green boring into her own dark eyes. Her pulse went shallow, thrumming with the need to run and make herself small. Kalyani nodded her head towards the throng of students, holding her breath. She could see Caelnus' calculation, weighing the importance of breaking one versus throwing off the schedules for dozens. For once, the distinctly Turian anal-retentive obsession with order worked out in her favor. "That they are," Caelnus' agreement sounded airy, almost polite. It was unsettling. He looked down at Nagamura and Kalyani was amazed that he'd somehow managed to make his mandibles twitch in contempt. "Get to medical."</s>
<\|description\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN THE CAGE anything at all to never feel like that again --- 07 JUL 2151P L A C E O F B I R T H Kakunodate, Japan, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X MaleB L O O D T Y P E AB+H E I G H T 188 centimetresW E I G H T 74 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Keep your chin up. Hands up. Guard your head, boy, don't let them in. Chin up. Friends, family? Long gone, won't help you now. They watched you leave in a shiny tin can and slept better that night. Dressed you up in devil's clothes, so they shipped you off to make it real. Hands up, boy. No time for tears. Live on your feet, son, bob and weave. You got teeth to cut, no time to sleep. Gotta grow up fast, grow up hard, 'cause those devils are right there with you. Every day, hour, minute. No time to rest with a devil on your back. Head down, nose to the grind stone. Shoulder to the wheel. No time for chit chat. Do your drills, son, be a man. Won't make it out of this as anything less. They shipped you up to the monsters, boy. Come back one of 'em.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H Yoroi was stepping onto the faux-leather padding as soon as Caelnus gave his blessing, not bothering to watch Court disappear back into the mass of waiting students. Good that he'd gone for it--did the turian know it was better this way, or was he just looking for something more entertaining to watch? Yoroi didn't know or care. It had worked. Now it was just him in Kalyani. Good. He wasn't going to win this match. Say what you want about her, Madan knew her shit. You didn't get to Step Nine any other way, even taking five years to do it. Most of the time she was all limp kitten, putting in the bare minimum to pass the muster and make the hawks happy, but there were more than a few hard boys who'd found out the that when it came right down to it she was a fucking natural. Even now, watching her prime, Yoroi could tell by the way her aura _flowed_ that she was starting to get into it. He remembered his parents, his friends, the teachers at school after Conatix got through with their civilian party line--they might have gotten the kids there with promises of glory and distant horizons, but they'd gotten the signature on the permission form with fear. Do you know what your child is capable of? You've no idea what he'll do if he doesn't learn to control himself. What if he flips out or something? I'm out, man, I'm not screwing around with no freak. I'm not trying to alarm you, but in certain cases biotic episodes have been known to turn violent. Yeah. Fucking cases like this one. Yoroi had watched more than his fair share of the older students training--the instructors didn't like it, worried that some Step One jackass would lose it and breach something probably, but he'd seen some of what they were up to. He knew Madan was more than the wet blanket she pretended to be, and now he was going to feel it. Ready to dance, he settled himself in-- And she was already on him. He'd watched that glow slide right through her pale olive skin, eezo nodes jacked up and raring to go, and still he almost missed her first shot. Almost. If there was something Yoroi was good at, it was barriers. Projection was his problem, controlling those rippling bolts of force she seemed to rattle off so easily, but his body was his turf. Like a samurai, he always thought to himself, never quite able to voice the stupid cliche aloud. Knight in shining armor. O-Yoroi. Can't beat what you can't hurt. Last moment or no his barrier was strong as anything, dissipating her torrent of strikes like water around a rock. It wouldn't hurt him, it couldn't hurt him--she might have all sorts of spin over Newtonian physics on her side of the court but her right to play with the spatial laws ended at his face. She could do better than that. He knew it, and he was going to make her prove it. Someone else would have taunted her. Al-Tariq would have said something shitty, called her a her something disgusting enough to make her mad, but that wasn't Yoroi's game. He didn't want to win, he wanted to win. To be so damn full of biotic fucking badassery that he could rip that taloned foot off his throat and take the leg with it. You didn't get there by being a brat--you got there by knuckling down and putting in the hours. Say what you wanted about him, Yoroi worked his ass off at BaAT and it showed. Where Kaylani was flowing, natural, easy, Yoroi was sharp and efficient. His barriers came with a sharp clench of his right fist, his strikes with his left. His main issue in the ring was that he hadn't quite figured out how to manage one without weakening the other--focus he had plenty of, but multi-tasking? Firing without using that raw strength he had in his shield? It was tough, it took training and time he hadn't had, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. Kaylani's barrage was measured, sustainable, but each blow was weaker than his barrier by a good margin and there were enough of them to give him a good sense of how much strength he could spare. All he needed was to wait for the moment between one impact and the next-- Bingo. Kalyani was flowing-Tai-Chi, very Kung-Fu--Yoroi was Krav Maga, all sharp efficiency and vicious counterattacks. He primed-aimed-fired in the time it took him to snap forward his fist, a straight jab turned into a sledgehammer by the little eezo nodes humming under his skin. Though he didn't know it, there was one thing he and Madan were in complete agreement about. There was nothing quite like that biotic ripple under their skin. Potential energy, literally--all potential. It could be anything. It could do anything. It could make Kalyani Madan wake the fuck up and try.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s>	<\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s>
<\|description\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN THE CAGE anything at all to never feel like that again --- 07 JUL 2151P L A C E O F B I R T H Kakunodate, Japan, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X MaleB L O O D T Y P E AB+H E I G H T 188 centimetresW E I G H T 74 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Keep your chin up. Hands up. Guard your head, boy, don't let them in. Chin up. Friends, family? Long gone, won't help you now. They watched you leave in a shiny tin can and slept better that night. Dressed you up in devil's clothes, so they shipped you off to make it real. Hands up, boy. No time for tears. Live on your feet, son, bob and weave. You got teeth to cut, no time to sleep. Gotta grow up fast, grow up hard, 'cause those devils are right there with you. Every day, hour, minute. No time to rest with a devil on your back. Head down, nose to the grind stone. Shoulder to the wheel. No time for chit chat. Do your drills, son, be a man. Won't make it out of this as anything less. They shipped you up to the monsters, boy. Come back one of 'em.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It happened almost too quickly to process. Her shockwave slammed into an immovable wall, heat spilling off the casual abuse of physics. One moment he'd stood firm—the next, Nagamura had been knocked back. Something cracked, leather creaked, and the familiar thud of limbs on cheap pleather seemed to echo in the training room. All she could hear was the thunder of her heartbeat. The world narrowed to the adrenaline coursing in her veins, the way her skin felt like it was stretched too tight over her frame, the whispers of charge clinging to the metal drilled through her skull. Her fingers flexed of their own volition, straining to channel once more. It would be so easy. It would feel so good. "Jesus," someone muttered. Her fingers stilled and snuffed out the flickers of her corona. Her senses opened, and the world came screaming into terrible focus. Whispers and an awful clap of hands, the shifting of the mat under heavy footsteps, two heavy fingers dropping to her shoulder, squeezing, as if the arc of blood on the mat were praise worthy. The world blurred at the edges even as light went impossibly sharp. Kalyani winced, a hand snaking behind her right ear to press sharply against an implant, as if she could drive it deeper into her head. The relief was slight, but it was enough to let her take a ragged breath. "A real biotic," Caelnus' mocking warble filled the dead air. Her translator missed whatever his quiet rasping trill and clicks meant, but the intent was clear. It took almost everything to keep her hands still by her side. What an asshole. Nagamura kept looking at her. It wasn't the wounded puppy Court gave her, or the usual frustration and fear she saw in her victims. Nagamura's gaze pierced through her, lightning that lashed tight about her spine and forced her to look, damn it. It refused to let her fall back into apathy. You did this, now look. There was no option but to meet his gaze and see the slash of red down his chin, shallow breaths that came with crushed ribs, and endless, simmering rage. "Shit." The word was more air than substance, dissolving in a breath. She wasn't even sure she'd said it. "Get up," The turian's hand finally left her shoulder as he took long, swaggering steps forward. A familiar panic rose in her throat, followed close by bile. There could be no round two. "We've gone over time," Kalyani said blandly. Trembling fingers laced behind her back, knuckles whitening around each other. "They're late for the galley." Caelnus fixed her with an unblinking stare, pinpricks of acid green boring into her own dark eyes. Her pulse went shallow, thrumming with the need to run and make herself small. Kalyani nodded her head towards the throng of students, holding her breath. She could see Caelnus' calculation, weighing the importance of breaking one versus throwing off the schedules for dozens. For once, the distinctly Turian anal-retentive obsession with order worked out in her favor. "That they are," Caelnus' agreement sounded airy, almost polite. It was unsettling. He looked down at Nagamura and Kalyani was amazed that he'd somehow managed to make his mandibles twitch in contempt. "Get to medical."</s>	<\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H At first he kept watching Kalyani because he'd wanted to see her. Now he kept his gaze fixed because he wasn't sure if he would survive whatever he might do if he looked at that fucking turian. He could barely hear the creature over his own heartbeat, hot and heavy in his ears, and it was for the best. Could someone die from hate? Just burn themselves out with it from the inside, spontaneous combustion? Apparently not. He was certainly trying. The shuffling of students making their awkward way out of the room filled the air as he tried to get his breath back, finally letting his eyes close and his shoulders shake. This wasn't his first injury and it wouldn't be his last--it wasn't anything medigel couldn't fix in an hour or two--but it hurt. Insides were not meant to be jagged, and with every breath it felt like his expanding lungs rasped on something sharp and intrusive. Had he, a niggling little thought in the back of his head wormed its way in, hoped that she would kill him? That maybe this would be it? That he couldn't immediately consider the notion ridiculous was not a good sign. Still, he wasn't dead. He was still on Jump Zero, still in BaAt, still lying on the fucking matting like any other of the pathetic wastes that filled these halls. The ones that didn't have it, that would never be strong enough to fight back. That's what he wanted, after all, why he put himself through all this. If he was every going to be strong enough to beat those fucking turians, he needed this. Caelnus would have killed him. Kalyani could have, but didn't and she probably couldn't have taken the turian. So where the fuck did that leave him? "Get up." His words, this time, hissed through bloody teeth as he fought back that awful prickling in his eyes. Absolutely not. He was not about to fucking cry. He was still alive, and he was not going to give that fucking hawk the satisfaction. One leg at a time he curled, planted, worked his forearms down to the mat. Pushed. Stood. His chest screamed. He couldn't breathe. It hurt, but he was a raw nerve, now--everything hurt. Already he could feel the pressure behind his eyes, that throb that meant he was in for the worst of it for the next few hours regardless of his chest--why hadn't they put some kind of dampener on these damn implants? Something that wouldn't let them push so hard? There had been days when Yoroi felt the blood vessels burst, dripping down his nose. Once it had even come from his eyes, leaking like hot tears, unbidden. It was everything he could do to keep from screaming out of, what? Pain? Fury? Either? But he looked Caelnus in the eye and spat out a 'Yes, Sir'. And he started towards the med bay. He was burning and he knew it. The human body, the human brain couldn't stand that kind of emotion long term and he was already getting that awful hollow feeling in his chest, like space was just blowing through him. But Yoroi wasn't about to lose it in front of Caelnus, not after that, and so he put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, steadily, each step labor. More than anything he wanted to blow away, to catch that space wind and just dissolve into whatever cold emptiness was out there, spread so far apart as to be a statistical irrelevancy. He was passing Kalyani and something slipped out, dribbled past his lips like the blood he had to wipe off with the back of his wrist. "We're gonna die here... aren't we?" ...where the fuck did that come from? He would figure it out later. He would think later, process later, pick up the pieces later and move on, or whatever it was assholes like him did when shit like this happened to them. Right now, he needed the med bay. One foot in front of the other.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien stared at the scarecrow for a few seconds, thinking about the threat it had made. Beat him off the property, eh? Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud and hard. As if a straw man could deal any significant damage to him. Returning his gaze to the scarecrow, Damien responded, "And how do you plan to do that? Tickle me with your straw hands?" On that note, Damien began to laugh again. It was then that he felt a hand on his shoulder. Pausing his laughter with a "Huh?" as he turned around, he saw the fox girl smiling at him. Damien quickly realized that she was quite serious. Damien knew a threatening smile when he saw one, and that was certainly a threatening smile. Of course, the flaming tail and the countdown also helped. Throwing his hands in the air and taking a step back from her, Damien said, "Alright, alright, I'll leave the thing alone, jeez!"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion looked at the two people next to him he had never seen in his life. "Yeah best of friends, though somebody was supposed to stay awake while I took a nap but no biggie." Hey go big or go home right? "Come on guys, follow me, Orion, out of here to the village we were headed to." Technically he was following the lumberjack but since he was in the lead of the line it meant he was leading everyone behind him. The lumberjack's odd words give Orion the impression that this forest was somehow dangerous. Maybe it had wolves in it. For some reason Orion shivered a bit at that, he had a bad feeling about wolves, but he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe something in another life. All the more reason to get out of it then.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- Tarum laughed but he soon fell silent when he realized that the dwarf was not kidding when he said the effects would hit him up quick. 'They better!' was his first thought, he wasn't going to just wait around for that pill to kick in, and kick in it did. His vision turned absurdly red, so much so that anything naturally red around him became nigh on invisible in his eyes. The loud music seemed to be getting even louder and louder and then louder beyond that, causing a discomforting sensation for him akin to having someone holding your brain in a neck-lock. Like that wasn't enough, the people around him moved so sporadically and so swiftly that all Taurm saw was an amalgamation of red blurs in the vague shapes of people. 'Damn' it all! What is this?!' he shouted in his mind only to have the effects subside in the next moment and be replaced with…something else. Something better. Something that brought his wicked smile back. He found himself surrounded in an eerie silence, feeling lighter on his feet. Just like the bearded short-man said, like on a cloud. Apart from that he felt a slight tension in his muscles, the good kind, the kind that translated to 'I could strong-arm the Destroyer of Worlds'. What the hell was in that pill anyway? He thought for a moment to make a mental note about accepting strange pills from strange dwarfs in the future but that would be playing it safe. He didn't care if he had gone deaf, Tarum was going to take every opportunity to have fun and sow chaos in this new world, even if that ended up killing him. If it did, he would die laughing and regret absolutely nothing! "Take the world by the balls!" he shouted as he snatched another drink from an oblivious dancer and chugged the fruity flavored beverage in one gulp. A thought occurred to him in that moment, if this pill indeed would cause deafness, even if temporarily, and if one could assume that each of these party-goes took one, then one could reach two conclusions : First, this would explain their 'off-tune' dancing since they probably only imagine the music they dance to. Second, the DJ was most probably wasting his time. Either that or he thought of putting some annoying music as an unconscious incentive for people to take the pill. Another series of maniacal laughter escaped Tarum. Who cares in the end? He was feeling high and mighty and that is all that mattered. He was hopeful that the deafness would pass sooner or later so why not have some fun along the way? If you can't beat them, join them. So it was that the Chaos-Weaver began to shake his hips and strut his stuff on the dance floor along with the others. True he couldn't actually hear the music but he assumed the rest were in the same boat and simply played along, hell the tune was so catchy that even now he had it stuck in his head and his mind played it over and over, it would do! With the corner of his burning eye, he noticed a new participant. A blonde woman was sheepishly making her way through the crowd, apparently rejecting the drinking offers from various people. A clear sign that she was, like him, new around here. A few moments later, the same 'kindly' dwarf approached her and same as Tarum, persuaded her into taking the same sort of pill he took. 'Oh, this will be FUN!' he thought as he made his way (dancing, of course) to the blonde and without any warning grabbed her buttocks with a frim squeeze. "This is not the place for abstention, sweetie!" he said and proceeded to wrap his other hand around the woman, his metal staff dangling on the side. "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" He then stretched his free hand on the other side and snatched yet another drink from someone, this time offering it to the blonde with just a 'hint' of insistence. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!"</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Unlike the metal man, Damien had little interest in where he was. To him, one place in the middle of nowhere felt like the same as another. Damien turned his head left and right to examine the interior of the house as he entered. It felt... homely, for lack of a better word. At the very least, it felt as good as his old home. Now that he thought about his old life, though, he wondered what everyone was thinking about him now. If he died, how were his parents? How was the child he had saved? Shaking his head out of the clouds, Damien returned his attention to the present. There were more important things to think about right now. Looking for something to distract himself, Damien's eyes eventually landed on a bookcase. What made this one stand out from the others was the glowing book. Curious, he walked over to it and pulled it off the shelf, giving it a look over. As the farmer announced that the meal would be a chicken salad, Damien dismissively said, "Yeah, sure," as he opened the book, wondering what was so special about it.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- The ringing in his ears became louder. And louder, to the point of discomfort, yet quickly subsided and to his delight, was replaced with something else. At first they were muffled sounds, as if coming from a distance, yet gradually becoming louder and much clearer. The music, the laugher of those around, the groan of the unfortunate fellow lying on the floor next to him. It all became clear in moments. Tarum smiled, he could hear again. Yet before he had a chance to do anything, he heard some other person shout, clearly aimed at him. "Most of that was unneeded! He's not as strong as you!" Great. Someone was going to play the white knight for that guy Tarum head-butted earlier. He turned his gaze to face this new presence….and was left confused when he saw a muscular man dressed in nothing but a heavily decorated pair of underwear, boots to match and a rather flamboyant mask. Well…. The situation could hardly become any weirder could it? The Beast-Man was silently examining this…well…wrestler, his mouth agape for lack of words. This confusion did not last as the 'hero' continued. "You took his drink and beat the crap out of him. Por que?" A faint chuckle escaped him. "Kehehe.. "Tarum clenched his fist and tighten his grip on the metal staff, the orb on its top burning with increased intensity and wisps of fire escaping from his fist. He never used magic before…not to his memory anyway…but he felt as if it was all connected to his instinct, like riding a bike, once you get a grip of it you never forget and even after years and years of not practicing you can still instinctually get the hang of it. Perhaps this would-be-white-knight would prove an excellent guinea pig for his newfound powers. Tarum narrowed his burning gaze on the masked man as he continued his sentence "He bothered me. I would say that is reason enough. And now…YOU are bothering me as well…musclehead…" The wrestler was clearly physically stronger than him, yet no one and nothing is impervious to fire and Tarum had magic on his side. However, before anyone could do anything remotely hostile, both Tarum and the wrestler were being dragged away…or attempted anyway…by none other than the blonde lady he was holding a few minutes ago. "Yes. Get away. Private. Good. Let's go!" she intoned with flushed cheeks and rather shocked expression plastered on her face, as if she had just witnessed a whole room-full of ghosts. Her attempts, needless to say, were not bearing fruit as she only managed to slightly nudge Tarum and the wrestler into the direction of the wooden pathway. With an irritated grunt, Tarum effortlessly snapped his arm from the woman's grasp "What is your problem?!" he barked at her, turning his attention to the wrestler only for a moment to say "We are not finished here.." with a menacing gaze before he returning to the woman. He clasped his free hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and lowered his burning orange gaze to meet the blue of the blonde's eyes. She was obviously frightened…no, terrified by something, something other than Tarum. Sensing that maybe she knows something of some import, the Beast-Man narrowed his gaze and relaxed his formerly irritated expression, asking her calmly and clearly. "What. Is. Wrong?"</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene grinned broadly at the fire her tail had caused, before looking back up at the scarecrow. There was nothing to his gaze, and it did not wander or faulter. So, while keeping a foxy ear on the surroundings, Egwene stared back, equally unfaltering, there wasn't much to do while her tail recharged and those people had dinner, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene was, while getting the upper limits of her power, keeping an ear and an eye out, both sharp as Kitsunes went. So when the rocks started to appeared, she was able to get out of the way and behind a tree to avoid the shards of rock that blew out from the meteors. Seeing the house get destroyed was quite dissapointing, because even if they survived, what was the farmer going to live in? It seemed pretty pyrehtic to her now, what with the rocks and the destroyed terrain making farming pretty dam difficult. Then, came the bandits. Looked like tweleve of them, with naught but swords. And the boss guy who gave her a great offer. But, before she could reply to said offer, the hot-headed stupid one charged in like he was invincible, and like Egwene couldn't just snipe his ass with her Fox Fire. "I am surrounded by idiots" she muttered, shaking her head softly as one of the sword wielding bandits came charging at her. Rather than revealing her trump card immidiately, or in any way help the loon that charged in without any stratergy or taking a second to question if someone had a better plan or powerset to deal with him, she simply unsheathed her claws - she had claws, apparently, which was nice - and waited for his swing, which came in the form of a manic overhead chop. Something that was easily avoided. And then her claws sliced through his jugular, which was a unique experience, claw rending flesh, and being covered with blood. Much like setting fire to something, it gave her a happy. But a different kind of happy. Seeing the bandit collapse and bleed profusely from his neck, knowing that in a few moments he would be still and gone from the mortal coil, it was a nice feeling. She wondered why she had never done it before. "Well, I could do that all day"</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse Chicken salad and a dose of interrupting the eating of said chicken salad. Cloudy with a chance of TARDIS levels of randomness, I see. The bowl still in his hands, the metal mage raised a hand and deconstructed the throne he made for himself, letting the metal vanish back into his very body and armor. Putting down the bowl casually, he marched over and lifted a leg over the hole made by the farmer, summoning his dauntingly large morning star as he did so. Bandits were running amok, some douche popped up, the guy next to him suddenly became the protagonist of Punch-Out, and the fox girl brutalized some of said bandits. The discord and chaos filled him with determination. Twirling his weapon once as he lifted it over his shoulder, Hephaestus relied on the flood of knowledge that rushed into his head when he initially arrived in the strange world, deciding to take advantage of the combat skills he learned. What he lacked in actual experience, the set knowledge of combat fundamentals were infused with his mind. The feeling was both uncanny and unnatural, yet felt like a necessary entity for him. The cold heart of a wraith took over his human mind as icy adrenaline tore into his nerves. After a bit of hesitation, he steeled his heart and leapt over to a group of bandits, mace glinting with white crackling energy as it signified the reinforcing of the strength of his metallic weapon. Upon impact, he drove all of his strength into the jumping attack onto a single bandit who ran between his comrades. The strength of his mace smashed the bandit mercilessly apart, the shockwave of his devastating blow propelling the bandits across the fields; the most unfortunate one tumbled towards a particular fox girl (@KabenSaal), barely managing to get up in a weathered condition, while the other bandit simply died upon crashing against a fence mid-flight. One bandit who remained from the four-man group charged forward and swung his blade against Hephaestus. The blade pathetically clanged against his heavy steel armor. "...That's unfair," the bandit mumbled. "Indeed it is." Lashing out at the bandit, Hephaestus grabbed the bandit by the neck, swinging the foe behind himself before tossing the man up in the air. Raising a hand, he created a thin shard of metal above the bandit before bringing it down on the enemy. The iron shard impaled the bandit and slammed itself into the fields, leaving behind a fleshy scarecrow somehow more lifeless than the actual scarecrow in the farmhouse. In two attacks, he technically outright deleted two of the bandits, one of them sent towards someone else who would definitely finish the bandit off in a way less pleasing to the human eye. Not that impaling people with metal shards was any less violent, but he preferred to die against brute force rather than facing a slow and painful death. Hephaestus looked up and found the boy (@Scarifar) charging towards Castle recklessly. While commendable in effort, a quick and simple plan would have been better than cheesing the bandit leader out. At least he did not get struck down quickly, considering that the boy himself seemed to have enough strength to break through a line of defense to get to the bandits. Speaking of said bandits, there were still some left. How appropriately convenient, he thought as his eyes gleamed red, a searing hot glow of hazy light flowing out of his eyes as he marched forward with his iron morning star. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed a bandit. Hephaestus killed three bandits. Damien knocked down two to the floor. One bandit laid conscious, but injured it front of Egwene. Bandits remaining on the field: 5 The bandit tried picking himself up in front of the fox girl. He pressed his palms against the ground, but could not manage to get up. He tilted his head and spotted Egwene. Gritting his teeth, he began making his threats. "Hey, bitch. How about you give me a hand here and I'll tell Castle not to grind you into itty bits!" --- The two bandits Damien had knocked down managed to still stand. They groaned slightly and were still readied to fight. They eyed the boy with the strange limbs headed toward Castle. They both prepared their battle stances and chased after Damien. --- The other two remaining bandits had been observing the battles going on. They were not going to attack the guy covered in metal. Their swords seemed ineffective and the guy was a total monster. The demon boy looked like he was going to be handled sooner or later due to his challenge towards Castle. The only person that seemed likely to attack was the fox girl. The two men discussed it together in whispers and began charging towards Egwene. One of the bandits stopped in mid-track. His eyes opened wide and his breath was cut short. It was then his entire upper body had slid off his legs. The bandit had met a bitter, bloody end. The other bandit was oblivious to what had happened. Which one of the three new mercenaries had done this? The remaining bandit looked around at the three culprits. "What is going on?" The bandit confusedly shouted. Just then his breath had been cut short as well. The same predicament had met him as well. His torso fell right next to the previous one. Blood had spilled onto the ground and the only sound that could be heard was faint breathing. "I can't let you guys do all the work," the scarecrow muttered. He continued to cackle as straw poured out of his left limb. Within his right hand was a sharp and impressive scythe. His eyes met the metallic man's eyes. He pointed to the three bandits on top of the hill. "These bandits are small fry, but those are the ones that we need to worry about." --- "This is not what I had expected. Who are these assholes?" The one named Castle was furious. He had not expected a farmer to be able to recruit admirable warriors. Many thoughts poured into his mind- they were mostly negative. "These guys are really pissing me off!" Castle took his time observing the likely heroes in this scenario. "So far as I know, there's that fox girl, the man in metal, straw face, and the farmer. Where the hell is he?" Castle stroked his young beard; his blood thirst was intended for Ezekiel, but the farmer could not be seen. "And the abrasive one..." The bandit on his right side pointed at the rushing Damien. Castle looked toward her direction and smiled. He ordered her to take care of it. The hooded bandit leaped from his side and slammed the ground in front of the confronting demon boy. The ground shook after her strike; the floor was beginning to quake around her. The bandit took off her hoodie and revealed her face; her chestnut hair was tied in a pony tail. "My name is Olivia," she laughed. "I figured you should know the name of your killer." Up close, it was obvious the bandit was not a normal human. Her height was tremendous. She stood admirably at 7 feet. Olivia's appearance was physically fit. "Death by an Amazon. You should be praise yourself as a fortunate one. Most people dream of this," she giggled as she cracked her knuckles. Castle watched the man in metal from the hill. The individual proved to destructive in its power- his strength managed to wipe out almost half of his party. "Leonis, what do you have in that book of yours to kill that ugly sort?" His finger wiggled at Hephaestus. "It needs to be done now." The corpulent bandit on his left side began rambling through an old book. His fingers quickly ran through the pages. "I'll try, sir," he said quietly. There was no telling what the power of the metallic man had in store. Leonis stopped flipping his pages and planted a finger on the page. "This might eradicate the metal one," he commented. Leonis waved his hand in front of him and chanted a few words. A rune had opened up before him, the magic glowed red and had sent forth a barrage of arrows. "Let's see how these work on his armor," he smiled. The arrows shot through the wind and were enchanted with magic energy. It couldn't be said if they would have an effect on Hephaestus. Leonis was attempting to see how strong this being's armor could withstand. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblin stopped pulling the dagger out from his pocket as he stared at the dog. It was clearly unexpected the dog had a human tongue. This particular goblin was not too smart and had trouble wrapping his head around the concept of a talking dog. He stood bewildered at the mammal. It was just then the dog had dug his teeth into his hand. The goblin released a loud yelp. His dagger dropped to the ground from his pocket. Eyebrows raised and aggressive breathing, the goblin was not happy. Using his free hand, he began punching the dog to lessen its grip on his hand. "Bad dog! Bad dog! Let go!" --- The recipe stopped glowing once handed to Orion. By further examination, the recipe was not complete. The paper was torn half-way meaning the other ingredients must have already been acquired by Grandma Grinny. The items needed to be retrieved were written down in list form with a complimentary check box next to them. Grandma's Recipe (Torn) [] 2 Goblin Ears [] 5 Rat Tails [] Package of Cashews Grandma's Recipe has been added to the "Miscellaneous Information" section. --- Regina arrived to the village called Center Forest.</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against. Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru managed to keep his nerves in check. That stare was damn uncomfortable, but talking dog held in. Anyway he was glad that it worked, so Hikaru decided to keep his normal dog act for as long as possible. Talking dog had no friggin idea where he was, so he still needed to collect as much information as possible. Plus now with potential party in Hikaru could also scout people and let them do the dirty work. Ha, this works for sure. Being opportunistic had some certain advantages which I wanted to abuse now as much as possible. Although when he looked at those odd jobs, Hikaru couldn't help but be interested - but what he could do while keep his appearance in check for as long as possible ? Recipe ingridients was a big no - he would probably need to ask what exactly she needed, so it would ruin his cover. Simon Times is a human and no matter how confident Hikaru may be, he still prefered to do something light. So it was rats or goblins... in the end he looked at goblins job and nodded. This one sounds fun (hunting Rats sounds boring) so talking dog decided to move towards outside gates and check the situation. If needed - he may always run away. He just hopes it wouldn't bite him in the f*****g ass !</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien looked up at the sun after the farmer announced the ETA of one and a half hours. Of course, Damien was careful enough to shield his eyes from the harmful rays with a hand. That would certainly be a while away, and by then Damien would get bored waiting. Still, the farmer promised a decent meal, and that wasn't something he intended to pass up. Anything free was great for him, even if 'free' meant beating up a few bandits. The metal man appeared to be taking the offer as well, though the fox girl was turning it down. That suited Damien fine. He didn't want to be around her anyway. Undoing the transformations on his limbs, Damien followed the metal man and Ezekiel the farmer to his home. Looking over at the grumpy scarecrow Shadow, Damien thought about teasing him for a bit, but then he decided that that joke was already done with. With a sigh, Damien wondered how the food would taste. Hopefully good, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- Everything happened far too quickly for her liking. The music was too loud, and the temperature was too high. The hot air hung heavy around her, suffocating her like a scarf she could not peel away. Her blonde hair clung to her damp neck, and each breath she drew went down like sandpaper. The more logical side of her consciousness suggested that perhaps she was experiencing a sensory overload, or some sort of shock. Perhaps it was a side effect of the candy. The thought flickered, and then died away just as quickly. Whatever the treat had done to her, she was far past avoiding the consequences. All she could do was push forward, and to the soft spoken young lady, forward meant away. There was a hand on her shoulder, and a voice in her ear. It appeared someone else had taken notice of her, though fortunately, he was not nearly as demanding as the first. When she rounded on him, she was met with a masked wrestler. This place gets stranger and stranger, she would reflect later, but at the moment, that imaginary scarf was growing tighter. I have to go, she had to tell them, and her chapped lips opened to do so. But a second vision, still in various shades of blue, caught the words in her throat. The figure of a woman, her eyes wide and lifeless, her thin body moving like a ragdoll as it crashed into the DJ booth. The wreckage was soon consumed by sparks, and the crowd, by unbridled panic. "They're coming from the sea," the party-goers screamed, and Jemma intoned just under her breath. Just as the other had, the vision violently snapped her back to reality. Now, she was more eager than ever to go. Cheeks flushed with exertion, and brow sparkling with sweat, she hooked her arms through the two individuals nearest her - the wrestler, and the beast. "Yes," she countered, suddenly recalling something that the furry one had mentioned earlier. "Get away. Private. Good. Let's go." Gracelessly, she moved to drag the two men toward the wooden pathway.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Unlike the metal man, Damien had little interest in where he was. To him, one place in the middle of nowhere felt like the same as another. Damien turned his head left and right to examine the interior of the house as he entered. It felt... homely, for lack of a better word. At the very least, it felt as good as his old home. Now that he thought about his old life, though, he wondered what everyone was thinking about him now. If he died, how were his parents? How was the child he had saved? Shaking his head out of the clouds, Damien returned his attention to the present. There were more important things to think about right now. Looking for something to distract himself, Damien's eyes eventually landed on a bookcase. What made this one stand out from the others was the glowing book. Curious, he walked over to it and pulled it off the shelf, giving it a look over. As the farmer announced that the meal would be a chicken salad, Damien dismissively said, "Yeah, sure," as he opened the book, wondering what was so special about it.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world. As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him. Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming: - Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe. "I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to. Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house! Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming. One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect. "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!" The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined. --- The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!" The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene. "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone." As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion. The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in. "Castle..." the scarecrow grunted. "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien tried to enjoy his meal in peace, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the group. Loud crashes and banging was heard as boulders smashed the ground, including one that smashed its way through the roof of the house, destroying the living room nearby. Damien, startled, flinched quite violently and covered his face with his arm in an attempt to shield himself from flying debris. "Jeez, what the hell was that?!" Damien yelled in surprise. The question was quickly answered by the farmer, revealing the catastrophe to be the work of the infamous bandits. Damien raised an eyebrow as he heard the answer; clearly, these attackers were not the average bandits if they had this kind of firepower. Damien was also surprised when Ezekiel charged toward a window and leapt into it, smashing it open as he flew out. However, Damien quickly recovered from the shock and chuckled as he walked over to the now broken window. Damien then looked out the window, spotting the farmer on the dirt, and said to him, "Man, you might be as crazy as those bandits if you're gonna pull this kinda stunt. Even I would've just kicked the front door open." With the path open to him, though, Damien saw no reason not to follow the farmer out and climbed through the hole after him, careful to avoid the broken glass. Taking a good look at the farmer to check for injuries, Damien dismissively said, "Ehh, looks like you're alright," then he began to look around for the would-be bandits. Damien soon spotted them on the hill where the sun was setting, with one of them declaring the attack. Damien made the reasonable assumption that he was undoubtedly the leader of these bandits, and a lopsided grin appeared on Damien's face. "I'll take the head honcho over there," Damien said confidently as his limbs transformed into their demonic state. Damien then wasted no time dashing forward, straight towards Castle. A couple of the bandits in the first assault turned their attention towards Damien and began to swing their swords at him. Damien merely yelled, "Get outta my way!" as he swung a backhanded right fist at the two, smashing them aside as he continued charging forward, yelling as he planned to swing punch after punch at Castle, beginning with a right straight.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina entered the village, looking at everything. After wandering and taking in what there was to be seen, she entered a random shop. "Hey, can you help me with a map?" she asked, reaching to put her hand on the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Dragon could not make sense of this. He had no idea what world he arrived in. All he could see was gore and guts taint the beach's sand. One by one the party-goers were victimized by the decaying corpses. It was barbaric. The luchador couldn't think of anyway to solve the situation. He was never in a similar situation. The wrestler was nervous and was not certain what he could do to help. Sweat was starting to come off of his body. He tried wiping his face, but his fingers had touched the fabric on his mask. The shakiness in Rayo's legs had suddenly stopped. Rayo had looked at the carnage happening before him and then towards the ocean. And then towards the sky. There was peace to be found in the blue. It had calmed him down successfully. Rayo chose to be a luchador because he wanted to become a hero. He wanted to be a symbol that people could look toward for help. He knew he could not chicken out at the sign of trouble. The luchador was not sure of what his past life was like, but for some strange reason, he knew he did not have the strength to fight. Noticing his biceps, he knew he could be the hero people can depend on. Rayo glanced at the wooden path leading to the public area. The place was becoming crowded and quite dangerous. The luchador knew he needed to find a reasonable place to lead these civilians. Looking towards his left and right, he guessed the best option would be to run along the beach until he could find an opening. There was no indication of the corpses popping out anywhere else. Using his deep voice, he cried out. "Everyone run to the sides; along the beach! Find another exit!" Beach: @Zamokra41 Some of the partygoers nearby had heard the masked wrestler on the stage. They were hesistant, but some of them had listened to his words despite the chaos happening around him. About 2/5 of the crowd had taken the path along the beach heading left and right. There was no sure way of safety or exit, but it was better than doing anything. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal Castle sucked his teeth. He could not believe the bitch was deciding to run away; he raised his hand and pointed it towards the fox of fire. The bandit saw the direction the fox was heading towards. It seemed the fox was not running away, but was going to receive assistance from the metallic man. The leader of the bandits had no idea how well a man of rock would fare against a metal individual. The best option was to ensure the fox girl would be injured before she received safety. Castle had his hand raised and his rocky palm was beginning to open up. His palm began extracting shards of rock in haste. They shot out towards the fox girl like a bullet. Because Egwene had her back turned, one of the rock shards had planted itself in the back of her left shoulder. More of them were coming. Olivia the Amazon had her hands in her hip. She looked down at the demonic individual. Olivia had expected more of a fight, but she clearly believed she was the stronger one. The bandit woman was confident in her fighting capabilities and strength. "Give it up, little boy. I am clearly the stronger one." "Men have this stigma that they are stronger than women. When in reality, they are just scared little-" The woman stopped her speech when she had noticed the levitating pebbles. "How is that? I thought Castle was-" Her confusion had her lose her chance for evasion. The rocks arrived at a fast rate and all she could do was guard. The woman held her left arm to block her face. The rocks pounded against the flesh of her causing a sick burn. Her left arm dropped with heavy weight right after. She yelped and tried moving her arm, but the pain was too great. "You son of a bitch. All I'm going to need is my right arm to kill you!" The woman charged straightforward blinded by rage and readied to deliver a punch from her right arm. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The merchant titled his head at Regina's request. He had a blue complexion and a red beard. He stroked his facial hair at the request and had no idea why the woman was asking for a map. "Umm, I don't have any maps available, hun." The merchant looked at his inventory; he glanced underneath the counter, the shelves on the walls, and the food stocked in the back. "I usually carry miscellaneous items, but I don't have a map." The merchant shrugged his shoulders. "There's not much demand for a map here. This is a small place and a map isn't really necessary here. Is there anything else you need?" --- Grandma Ginny was surprised to see the goblin ears. She snatched them from Orion. "Okay, kid. You don't seem to be useless after all. Just be sure to get me the other items on that list."</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion managed to resist the urge to vomit until he handed over the ears and made his way outside, hoping Granny hadn't heard. Fortunately he didn't have any much in his stomach so it was more dry heaving than anything else. With that taken care of Orion somewhat unsteadily headed towards the rat house. Luckily he still remembered the directions: Matilda, house is on the west side. God he hoped they weren't giant rats. They probably were. It was always giant rats. No one hired people to kill normal rats. Orion looked at the bloodstained blade he still held in his hand. Well. It was better than nothing. It would be great if that doggy from earlier had come with him, it would've been a great help against the rats. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this one bit.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Just need to know where I am." she sighed. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Only reason I was able to find this place was because of the woodcutter." She turned to head for the door, looking over her shoulder with an idea. "Anyone around here need any jobs done?"</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien stared at his hand, wondering how long he'd been able to do that. His mind flashbacked to the moment when he pulled that glowing book off the bookcase, recalling that he felt a little different after that. Realizing that he had gained a new ability, he grinned. This new life of his was full of pleasant surprises. Getting up from the ground, Damien said, acting cocky, "Heh, scared little what? Sounds like someone needs to get off her high horse." After seeing Olivia make her enraged charge towards Damien, though, he put his game face back on, realizing that the time for jokes and banter was over and it was back to fighting. Damien did learn something from the recent exchange of blows, though. There was no doubt that in terms of raw physical strength, Olivia was superior. However, Damien was quicker and more agile. As Olivia sent her fist flying towards Damien's face, Damien moved down and to the left, the punch sailing over his right shoulder. At the same time, Damien counterattacked with a right punch aimed directly at Olivia's face. Damien yelled as he put as much power into it as he could, intending to flatten her into the ground.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills I focus onto the forest and am now asleep on the forest's floor.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Rayo had not been in his new body for long and already he made a new "friend." He wasn't sure if he was good at reading at people back then, but he was able to read the beast-man's intentions. The luchador acknowledged the beast wanted a fight due to his mannerisms. The tightened fists and the severity of his gaze made it all clear that the beast was not a reasonable person, or had at least no thoughts toward consequences. Rayo patted himself on his chest. This was a reminder to himself that he wasn't a weakling anymore. He accomplished his dream of becoming a luchador and luchadors don't back down. Cracking his knuckles, he prepared himself for the worst. The staff the beast had in his possession made him slightly worried. A staff isn't necessarily an item an individual would take to a beach. "Let's not do anything irrational. I will-" Rayo stopped his banter when the blonde woman grabbed his arm. She was rushing the both of them toward the wooden path. Scratching his mask, Dragon Rayo could not make sense of what was going on. Could this be an effect of the drugs? The woman did seem worried about something. "Are you sick? I figure with these type of parties there should be a rehabilitation tent around here somewhere. Maybe there is one-" Rayo stopped talking. His attention was caught by a loud slam. The electronic dance music that normally invaded his eardrums had abruptly halted and was replaced by screams. Turning his head, he noticed a blonde woman had crashed into the DJ's table. This had caused a stampeded of people beginning to rush toward the wooden path. Rayo's ears twitched when he heard the beast man speak. "I'm going to go help. You stay safe,Senorita." Rayo told the woman. "Be careful with the..." The luchador then sighed. "Listen, feo. You're brave enough than me to throw the first punch, but know that I will be throwing the last one. Until another time." The luchador then began to sprint towards the stage. Beach: @Zamokra41 Once Dragon had climbed up the stage, he had noticed he was too late. The woman was dead; a huge gash was on her head and her body was in worse shape. The turntable threw sparks and skipped. The DJ was mumbling nonsense to himself that was irrelevant to the situation. As Dragon Rayo stood, he had a good view of the crowd and the beach. --- Emerging from the beach was a horde of decayed monsters They almost resembled humans, but had too many deformities to make a connection. Their skeleton interior was showing and they were covered in algae; they immediately attacked any living being in their line of sights. They appeared to have no control and acted solely on primitive rage. Clawing and biting, they were causing severe damage to the unprepared party-goers. Dwarves, elfs, humans, and beast-folk were having their flesh bit off and being thrown around like rag dolls. Crimson liquid was beginning to stain the sand. Just as the music stopped, it'd be expected there would be silence. The dance music was heavenly compared to the ghoulish screams of the water monsters and the agonized yells of the civilians. One particular being had arisen from the ocean, but was different from the decayed monsters. The being was more tamed and well-mannered. Resembling more like a fish than a person, he held a jagged staff in his right arm. His skin was bright with neon colors. There was a sense of trouble coming off of him. The fish appeared to be observing the carnage and the horde of decayed monsters were avoiding his presense. --- Jemma and Tarum would have trouble reaching the wooden path due to the stampede of party-goers and the water creature invasion. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal The book kept its glow as Damien turned the cover to view its content. Once the book was fully opened, the glow had turn to an immediate flash and had vanished. Inside the book was a collection of letters between Ezekiel and a possible companion. Throughout the letters is a discovery of new location regarding great findings and probable danger. Dear Ezekiel, I apologize for what had happened earlier. I had thought we were on the road to success. I know you have your family to think about; however, I have nothing to risk. This is why I'm out doing this stupid shit. I know your predicament and you know of mine; we need this! I won't stop and I hope you won't stop either. I know those bandits are not going to leave you alone...it is only a matter of time. I'll keep looking. Just have faith in me. I don't have anyone else-well, I don't know anyone else who would tag along. I need you to stay committed to this. -Samuel Ezekiel, I think I may have found an answer to our problems! I am being completely serious this time! I have not been more certain in all my life! We have finally found a solution to our problems! Please respond to this letter! I know I messed up last time, but this is different! You might be hesitant, but listen! There is a cave- a couple miles over the hills! It's not a far journey and I am well-informed about this cave! I've heard rumors about this cave inside Munitam and they all check out. I was told the cave could not be seen by human eyes- the entrance is blocked by an illusion! I spent a whole fucking day looking for this shit and I found it! The cave's entrance is disguised as a cliff's wall! The rumors about the illusion and the location are true! I'm telling you this cave is genuine! There is a catch...There is talk about treasure and great findings in this cavern, but also danger. I think this is a real deal, Ezekiel. I can't do it alone. If we do this, I can say goodbye to poverty and you can say goodbye to the bandits. Please respond to this letter. I'm tired of the silent treatment. -Samuel Ezekiel, I guess I deserve this much. I know you are still mad about last time. I don't blame you. The cave I mentioned earlier, if you read my last letter, I'm going to claim that treasure this week. I have prepared myself with the appropriate supplies and gathered any information I could gather from Munitam. I am not fully confident in my abilities, but I believe I can do this. I'll make it back and show you that dreams come true. Even though you're not coming with me, I'll still give you a share. I can't have you suffering from those bastard bandits. Maybe I'll find something of great power? You've helped me of too much to deny you of any treasure. I just have to state one thing. If I don't happen to make it back, just keep loving your family. I don't have anyone close to me, but you. You're the closest thing I had to a brother. Not sure why I'm getting sentimental- I guess since this is the first time I've went by myself? Eh, you've taught me not to get into trouble. Anyways, love ya, Zeke. I always wanted to go spelunking. -Samuel Damien has acquired a new spell point and information regarding a new quest! Samuel's Letters has been added in "Miscellaneous Information." --- The farmer looked up and he couldn't find the right words to describe what his eyes were seeing. "How does a metallic man make a metal chair so quickly," Ezekiel thought to himself. There was a hint of envy radiating from the farmer. Most of his furniture had taken some time to complete and was beginning to worn down; the metal man had made a chair in a matter of seconds. While chopping vegetables the farmer place his knife down and looked at the metal mage. "That gift you have is real something. Where were you when I was making furniture?" The farmer laughed at his own joke. Ezekiel collected all the cut vegetables and poured them into a bowl. The bowl was a mixture of cut carrots, sliced tomatoes, diced lettuce, and other edible elements. "Lucky for me, the chicken has already been cut before," he commented. Opening the fridge once more, he pulled out a bag of thin strips of chicken and added them to the salad. "And now it's a chicken salad," he slammed the bowl on the center of the table. From the cupboards, he placed smaller bowls, tongs, and utensils on the table. "Dig in, guys. Dine like it's your last meal!" Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblins were immediately spooked by the sudden roars. "What is that?" One of the goblins spoke up; its voice was high-pitched and could be heard by the talking dog. A certain goblin told his party to stay put; the sound did not seem threatening at all. As they waited, the roars were gaining volume. They disobeyed their friend's advice and proceeded to flee. "It's coming closer," one of them yelled. Three goblins bolted from their position and toward the direction of the trap that was set. One goblin was slower than the others and had trouble running along the two others. In a matter of seconds, two of the goblins and collapsed into the dug up hole. After a loud thud, they began moaning in pain. The goblin from before walked up to the hole with curiosity. "What the hell? You idiots! This is a set-up!" The slowpoke goblin scratched his noggin and was stricken with confusion. "This hole was made to trap us! Who could have done this? The roars don't even seem real!" The slowpoke goblin pointed a firm finger at Hiraku. "What about that dog? Dogs dig hole." The goblin that resembled mostly as the leader had taken a quick glance at the dog. His eyes stayed glued to the mutt; he was beginning to question the reason of the dog's presence. "I don't know. Just go skin it. I'll try to see if I can help the others," the leader goblin stated. He laid down on the floor and tried reaching a hand to the two others. The slower goblin pulled out a short dagger and began approaching the dog slowly. "Here, little doggie. Here." --- Upon entering the west district of Center Forest, Aidan could see a row of houses lined up. None of them were uniquely made as they all seemed to have been built to be uniformed. There were minor differences between the houses; one house had potted plants out in front and another had a garden. It was about the most someone could get from being creative with their homes. The homes themselves were small which says a lot for Center Forest. Aidan tried finding the quest giver and could see a middle-aged woman standing outside her house. She had a mean look about her. The woman was aggressively smoking a cigarette. --- Regina woke up next to a young man chopping wood in the forest.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world. As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him. Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming: - Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe. "I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to. Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house! Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming. One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect. "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!" The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined. --- The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!" The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene. "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone." As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion. The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in. "Castle..." the scarecrow grunted. "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s>
<\|description\|>Jemma Character Concept: Kind. Too kind. Gender: Female Background: I still can't believe that I'm dead. Honestly, I haven't stopped crying, and it has been... how long? A while, I guess. My poor parents. I hope that they're alright. And I hope that they remember to feed the cat. Castiel gets a little loud when he's hungry, and the neighbors hate it when - oh. Right. Sorry, my background. Well, I'm pretty average. I'm in my first- I was in my first year of college. I wanted to teach elementary school. People always said I had a knack for working with kids. Actually, working with all people. I like people. And horses. I also really like to sing too. I was actually on my way to auditions for this great a cappella group when - well, you know. Level: 1 Class: The Druid Race: Shape Shifter Attribute: Focus Gift: So I found out this morning that I can turn into a bird. But I can't fly or anything. And I thought, well, birds can sing. And I like to sing, right? No, I can't sing either. All I can do is make these strangled gurgling noises. So, yeah. That's a bummer. Equipment: At least I wasn't naked when I woke up.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s>	<\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s>
<\|description\|>Hephaestus Character Concept: A magic-wielding heap of metal who has an intense case of music appreciation. Gender: Male Background: Heavy metal and a tinge of engineering defined Hephaestus' old life. Cool-headed, yet desiring to be hot-headed, Hephaestus lived alone, preferring to keep himself occupied with "professor things" and "metal things." Contrasting to what his preferences sounded like on paper, his life was fairly normal and made him likable to those who worked around him. Alas, his life had a certain tone of boredom to it, for he never showed his true hobbies to those around him that much… He carried out his life successfully… up to the point where a blue truck slammed into his car. As soon as he died, Hephaestus decided to go full metal when he was granted a new life. His first harmony of deliciously heavy strings told the tale of his boring death in the most exciting manner, and he quickly adapted to his initial death and accepted rebirth with open arms. Level: 1 Class: Metal Mage – Although he is armed with a heavy mace that deals great amounts of damage, his true strength lies in his ability to manipulate various kinds of metals. As he grows stronger, the metals he is able to control and its strength in general grow in noticeable numbers. Hephaestus tanks damage while relying on his magic to inflict bursts of damage on his opponent regardless of his distance from them. Due to his heavy armor and just as heavy attacks, Hephaestus is at his weakest when the opponent maintains a "burst range" between oneself and the armored magician- the minimum distance required to act immediately against his attacks. This allows people to outplay his fighting ability if they choose their options right, regardless of whatever Attribute they have. He still excels at point-blank range combat and far-ranged skirmishes, though his large form makes him susceptible to receiving damage from attacks that most people could dodge carefully from. This is made up with his natural ability to mitigate damage by improving the metals he can control and predicting where to shield himself from certain attacks. Unlike most warriors and magicians, Hephaestus is unable to equip any other armor and weapon without suffering the loss of his Gift's passive effects on his default equipment. Thus, he is stuck with the combat equipment he has been given since rebirth. Hephaestus cannot learn any other form of magic aside from enhanced levels of metal manipulation. Hephaestus learns how to control new metals upon every ten levels, steadily improving his power to manipulate the material at each power up. While monsters around his level (and above, in some cases) tend to have trouble fighting him, he struggles in retreating when necessary and is forced to fight extremely passively during his early levels against fast-hitting fighters and high-damage mages. Race: Wraith Attribute: Force Gift: Metal Manipulation – Hephaestus can manipulate metals both around him and from metal generated by himself. The metal he can create out of thin air reflects on the metals he can currently control. His armor's durability and weapon strength increase as he levels up, allowing him to overpower more foes up-close and pressure more from afar with his spells. Hephaestus cannot manipulate metallic weapons carried by opponents, but can manipulate weapons thrown by them. The Metals He Can Control So Far...: -Copper, Bronze, Iron (Level 1) -Steel (Level 10) -Mithril (Level 20) -And so on... Equipment: -Metal-Infused Armor. The armor can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can wear that benefits from his Gift) -Infused Morning Star. The mace can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can use that benefits from his Gift) -Pouch for "The Less Important Things" (ie. money)</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru managed to keep his nerves in check. That stare was damn uncomfortable, but talking dog held in. Anyway he was glad that it worked, so Hikaru decided to keep his normal dog act for as long as possible. Talking dog had no friggin idea where he was, so he still needed to collect as much information as possible. Plus now with potential party in Hikaru could also scout people and let them do the dirty work. Ha, this works for sure. Being opportunistic had some certain advantages which I wanted to abuse now as much as possible. Although when he looked at those odd jobs, Hikaru couldn't help but be interested - but what he could do while keep his appearance in check for as long as possible ? Recipe ingridients was a big no - he would probably need to ask what exactly she needed, so it would ruin his cover. Simon Times is a human and no matter how confident Hikaru may be, he still prefered to do something light. So it was rats or goblins... in the end he looked at goblins job and nodded. This one sounds fun (hunting Rats sounds boring) so talking dog decided to move towards outside gates and check the situation. If needed - he may always run away. He just hopes it wouldn't bite him in the f*****g ass !</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien looked up at the sun after the farmer announced the ETA of one and a half hours. Of course, Damien was careful enough to shield his eyes from the harmful rays with a hand. That would certainly be a while away, and by then Damien would get bored waiting. Still, the farmer promised a decent meal, and that wasn't something he intended to pass up. Anything free was great for him, even if 'free' meant beating up a few bandits. The metal man appeared to be taking the offer as well, though the fox girl was turning it down. That suited Damien fine. He didn't want to be around her anyway. Undoing the transformations on his limbs, Damien followed the metal man and Ezekiel the farmer to his home. Looking over at the grumpy scarecrow Shadow, Damien thought about teasing him for a bit, but then he decided that that joke was already done with. With a sigh, Damien wondered how the food would taste. Hopefully good, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- Everything happened far too quickly for her liking. The music was too loud, and the temperature was too high. The hot air hung heavy around her, suffocating her like a scarf she could not peel away. Her blonde hair clung to her damp neck, and each breath she drew went down like sandpaper. The more logical side of her consciousness suggested that perhaps she was experiencing a sensory overload, or some sort of shock. Perhaps it was a side effect of the candy. The thought flickered, and then died away just as quickly. Whatever the treat had done to her, she was far past avoiding the consequences. All she could do was push forward, and to the soft spoken young lady, forward meant away. There was a hand on her shoulder, and a voice in her ear. It appeared someone else had taken notice of her, though fortunately, he was not nearly as demanding as the first. When she rounded on him, she was met with a masked wrestler. This place gets stranger and stranger, she would reflect later, but at the moment, that imaginary scarf was growing tighter. I have to go, she had to tell them, and her chapped lips opened to do so. But a second vision, still in various shades of blue, caught the words in her throat. The figure of a woman, her eyes wide and lifeless, her thin body moving like a ragdoll as it crashed into the DJ booth. The wreckage was soon consumed by sparks, and the crowd, by unbridled panic. "They're coming from the sea," the party-goers screamed, and Jemma intoned just under her breath. Just as the other had, the vision violently snapped her back to reality. Now, she was more eager than ever to go. Cheeks flushed with exertion, and brow sparkling with sweat, she hooked her arms through the two individuals nearest her - the wrestler, and the beast. "Yes," she countered, suddenly recalling something that the furry one had mentioned earlier. "Get away. Private. Good. Let's go." Gracelessly, she moved to drag the two men toward the wooden pathway.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s>	<\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s>
<\|description\|>Hephaestus Character Concept: A magic-wielding heap of metal who has an intense case of music appreciation. Gender: Male Background: Heavy metal and a tinge of engineering defined Hephaestus' old life. Cool-headed, yet desiring to be hot-headed, Hephaestus lived alone, preferring to keep himself occupied with "professor things" and "metal things." Contrasting to what his preferences sounded like on paper, his life was fairly normal and made him likable to those who worked around him. Alas, his life had a certain tone of boredom to it, for he never showed his true hobbies to those around him that much… He carried out his life successfully… up to the point where a blue truck slammed into his car. As soon as he died, Hephaestus decided to go full metal when he was granted a new life. His first harmony of deliciously heavy strings told the tale of his boring death in the most exciting manner, and he quickly adapted to his initial death and accepted rebirth with open arms. Level: 1 Class: Metal Mage – Although he is armed with a heavy mace that deals great amounts of damage, his true strength lies in his ability to manipulate various kinds of metals. As he grows stronger, the metals he is able to control and its strength in general grow in noticeable numbers. Hephaestus tanks damage while relying on his magic to inflict bursts of damage on his opponent regardless of his distance from them. Due to his heavy armor and just as heavy attacks, Hephaestus is at his weakest when the opponent maintains a "burst range" between oneself and the armored magician- the minimum distance required to act immediately against his attacks. This allows people to outplay his fighting ability if they choose their options right, regardless of whatever Attribute they have. He still excels at point-blank range combat and far-ranged skirmishes, though his large form makes him susceptible to receiving damage from attacks that most people could dodge carefully from. This is made up with his natural ability to mitigate damage by improving the metals he can control and predicting where to shield himself from certain attacks. Unlike most warriors and magicians, Hephaestus is unable to equip any other armor and weapon without suffering the loss of his Gift's passive effects on his default equipment. Thus, he is stuck with the combat equipment he has been given since rebirth. Hephaestus cannot learn any other form of magic aside from enhanced levels of metal manipulation. Hephaestus learns how to control new metals upon every ten levels, steadily improving his power to manipulate the material at each power up. While monsters around his level (and above, in some cases) tend to have trouble fighting him, he struggles in retreating when necessary and is forced to fight extremely passively during his early levels against fast-hitting fighters and high-damage mages. Race: Wraith Attribute: Force Gift: Metal Manipulation – Hephaestus can manipulate metals both around him and from metal generated by himself. The metal he can create out of thin air reflects on the metals he can currently control. His armor's durability and weapon strength increase as he levels up, allowing him to overpower more foes up-close and pressure more from afar with his spells. Hephaestus cannot manipulate metallic weapons carried by opponents, but can manipulate weapons thrown by them. The Metals He Can Control So Far...: -Copper, Bronze, Iron (Level 1) -Steel (Level 10) -Mithril (Level 20) -And so on... Equipment: -Metal-Infused Armor. The armor can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can wear that benefits from his Gift) -Infused Morning Star. The mace can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can use that benefits from his Gift) -Pouch for "The Less Important Things" (ie. money)</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest F****in hell, plan worked in a way, but he expected it to work better. Also it surprised Hikaru that one of them was smart enough to figure it out, weren't all goblins supposed to retarded ?! Although to be honest assuming something in a world where he had no idea how things worked wasn't exactly smart either. Heh... talking dog was clearly not happy and needed to do something else. Especially in a situation which started to get worse and worse with each second. But at least Hikaru removed some obstables so maybe he can do it in the end. Talking dog also hoped that he was fast enough to pull off the new plan. He should have speed advantage as dogs were clearly faster runners then humans (and he REALLY hoped it also worked the same way against goblins) so he sprinted towards the leader which tried to help others and push him in the hole or straight up bite his throat out (whichever worked, if he showed opening). If it worked, he would wait for other goblins to run in (and Hikaru couldn't imagine last one to not run into him in such case) and try to jump in last moment to let last one to drop in. If by any chance plan would fail, he would use Echolocation to find some wild animal(s) like Wolfs or a bear and let it finish the job in killing last goblins. Oh boy... Hikaru sighed, this world so far was truly annoying to deal with...</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The interior inside Grandma Ginny's house was very tight squeezed. It was obvious how many rooms resided in the house. By first inspection, the room walking in was the living room. It had a worn couch; its cushions were in bad shape as fluff was beginning to pour out. The rug looked stained and probably could tell the history of the room from ten years ago. The bookcase did not look sturdy and was covered in dust. A door led to an opened bedroom. On the bed was a mountain of clothes and an ironing board set up to the side. Not much else could be seen from the front door. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen area. The area had an opened wall to enter and the living room was in the same shape. The tiles on the floor were coming off and the place smelled like burned cooking. Inside was a black cauldron sitting warmly on the stove. It bubbled rapidly. Grandma Ginny turned off the heat and began coughing roughly. "Who? What?" She turned around and smiled creepily at Orion. Her smile turned immediately to a unimpressed expression. "Huh, I was expecting more of a muscle-bound type of guy. I guess this is what I get from posting on the board. I can't be too picky." She cackled. Grandma Ginny looked frail and old. Her wrinkles on arms and face were clear as day. She had a long blouse on along with a jacket overneath. She had fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair stretched down to her shoulders. She had some color in her atleast. "Alright, so my soup tastes like shit," she said bluntly. She grabbed a ladel on her table and proceeded to dunk it inside the cauldron. "Don't believe me? Try it for yourself." She handed the ladel over to Orion. Grandma Ginny then fished her hand out of her pocket to take out a folded piece of paper. The paper seemed to have a peculiar glow to it that only Orion could see. "Here's a few items I need to get. You might want to do it before sundown," she warned. --- The man with the ax stopped hitting the trees. "I'm sorry; I can't." He then began striking down the bark again. "You didn't say please..." He commented. The man with the ax began laughing with every swing. He had to stop chopping wood to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But yeah, you should work on your mannerisms though." The man with the ax elbowed Regina in the shoulder in a joking manner. "There's a lot of you today, huh? Well, you just want to keep heading that way," he pointed north. "At the center of this forest is a village. Head there and you'll be good." He gripped both hands on his ax and prepared to swing at the tree again. "I would lead you there myself, but I really have to make my quota." The man with the ax was going to swing, but stopped mid-way. "Oh, and try getting there before dark, alright?" He chucked his ax immediately after and continued his work. --- The slower goblin was not able to catch the dog. It had completely slipped past him and was no match in speed. The leader goblin was too preoccupied with trying to get the others that he did not see the dog coming at him. He expected the dog was just an ordinary mutt and had no ulterior motives. The leader goblin fell straight through the hole from the push landing among the other trapped goblins. The slower goblin was enraged that his party was fooled by this dog. Aiming carefully, he chucked his dagger at the Hiraku. Pulling out another right after, he darted towards the dog and enabled a war cry. "You stupid dog!"</s>	<\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s>
<\|description\|>Hiraku. Character concept. If I need to add more details or change something, feel free to point it out. Character Concept: "Till the end of the world I must stay faithful to my bachelor status." Gender: Well last time I checked, I was a boy. I hope this also WON'T change. Background: Oh in my previous life I was called Akira Satoru. I think it was a pretty normal planet except my... less then normal family. Ya see, I come from a strange japanese family where all cultists worshipped some sort of ghosts of fertility, marriage and some odd stuff like this. Never cared. Of course they tried to bring me in and join their madness, but I resisted. If I knew I would be cursed in after-life just because I resisted to get married and get a bunch of annoying brats, I would in the end jump in. Their annoying yapping man... "Get married son, it's a tradition to build big family with a bunch of children. Plus Japan needs higher birthrate !" F**k them ! In the end I traveled to US once I ended up 18 and found a random job in one of Walmarts. I was so damn happy, but of course I needed to die in car accident 3 years later and ended up in this... dog body. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life alone, enjoying the life of a bachelor and prostitutes if I really needed to get laid. I learned that for refusing to follow my family path I would be cursed with a dog body in after life and would only get back to my normal one if I would find a love of my life and get married. What the heck. I thought they were joking ?! Now how I'm supposed to do it ?! I just hope that those chicks from hentai stories and their bestiali... no, let's just not go into details. This is so awkard... Class: Audiokinetic Of course it's mostly for rough template for my potential power. We may always discuss details. Race: Talking dog. At least pretty cool dog (Labrador Retriever). Talk about idiotic after-death family curse. Those bastards I tell you... Plus I'm a cat type of guy ! Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: N/A Thaumaturgy: Sound Based Magic. With Barking or rattling his muzzle ;). Equipment: I'm dog, I don't think I can exactly use items. Although some sort of armor around my body would be cool, duh. Look: My handsome figure.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against. Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- The woman struggled in vain to escape from his 'embrace', her failed attempts did noting but fill Tarum with delight. His grin was accompanied by a cackle, oh this all felt strange yet so, so amazing. When it became clear that the blonde was not going to accept the drink he 'kindly' offered, Tarum shrugged "Your loss. More for me." He mumbled and was about to take a sip when he felt a shove from the side. It came more as a surprise rather than anything else, startling him enough to release the woman from his grasp and slightly stumble on his hooved feet. The one who had the gall to push him appeared to be a young man with the same blonde coloration of his hair like the woman. He was talking directly to Tarum, even pointing at him with his index finger to accentuate his words. In spite of his efforts, the words fell on quite literal deaf ears, the effect of the pill still present on Tarum, making it look almost comical how the man moved his mouth with no sound. Judging by the aggravated expression on his face, he was clearly angry at Tarum for one reason or another. Hah, maybe he was this woman's boyfriend and didn't take kindly to someone groping her out of the blue. Or it could be something else, yet it all was the same for the Chaos-Weaver. 'Alright then..' Tarum thought as his ever-present grin only turned more wicked. He released the grasp he had on the glass, its contents spilling on the floor next to him followed by the glass itself, shattering as it touched the surface. This only seemed to make the blonde man in front of him angrier, good, it is going to make it more easier. Tarum nonchalantly took a few steps until he was right in the man's face, they were approximately the same height. He chuckled as he saw the man continuing to talk, only to be silence in the very next moment when Tarum head-butted him without so much as a warning of any kind. Oh, the advantages of having not one but two pairs of horns. Tarum felt pretty much nothing yet the poor bloke fell on his ass with blood gushing from his nose, the surprise of the strike contributing to the force behind it, accentuated by the pill's effects. "Shut up." Tarum said mockingly and then proceeded to place his hoof on the man's chest, preventing him from getting up. He applied a bit of pressure, yet again, the pill's effects probably accentuated the force behind it more than Tarum assumed. The man struggled for a bit but stopped as he saw the Chaos-Weaver lean down, his burning orange eyes affixed to his face, smudged with blood from his nose. "Piss. Off." Were the only two words Tarum said to him before giving a final push from his hoof and then stepping back, releasing him. Another crazed laugh escaped him as he turned his attention back to the blonde woman, who appeared to be retching. He sighed and waited for her to be done before once again pulling her closer to him "Oh, you poor, fragile little thing." He said sarcastically, "How about some rest and relaxation somewhere more... private from prying eyes? Hmmmm?' He asked, indicating with his free hand towards the wooden path that lead away from the party. The slight ringing in his ears was an indication that maybe, just maybe, the pill's effects would pass and he could hear again. If that was the case, he had a few questions to ask this lovely little blonde and was curious to hear her answers.</s>	<\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru woke up in the forest. It was strange how quickly his death pushed him somewhere else. No Limbo, no darkness, no heaven (or hell, although Hikaru doesn't think he did anything exactly wrong, Hikaru led perfectly normal life). It just happened... instantly. he didn't even have a chance to think about what happened. It just did. Ahh yeah, car accident, how cliche. Hikaru read some stories about people being reincarnaited, but this was ridiculous ! Fucked up family full of cultists and baby making human machines... what the hell was wrong with them ?! And they said he needed to get married and get a bunch of kids because it's a tradition... Fk them all ! They mentioned some sort of curse... Heh... sad thing is that once Hikaru escaped their madness he barely lived 3 years. Yep, this sucked, horribly. All he wanted is to end up as a bachelor, live a happy life of a single and if needed visit prostitutes to get laid ! Simple, effective, no needed drama which is part of normal relationship. No responsibilities. But of course some fag driving shitty truck needed to hit him head on. Gah... Well... at least he's still alive ! Although Hikaru couldn't help but look around confused. If he reincarnated wasn't he supposed to be reborn as a baby, screaming and wailing in clear shock. Well it certainly was something that Hikaru didn't expect. Well it was time to check himself, huh. Wait... why Hikaru walked in such a strange way, so close to the ground... He noticed small pond nearby and moved in to check out his reflection. Hikaru trembled in shock and howled (?!). No no no no NO F*IG hell no ! Now he remembered that shty curse promise ! And in the end it turned out true ?! That after death Hikaru would end up as a dog and the only way to revert it was by getting into serious relationship and getting married after. SERIOUSLY !? What the sack full of bullst ! He always prided himself in being a single, bachelor ! Hikaru growled in anger clearly not happy with situation, not only he doubted he could just go and pay for sex as a FU*NG DOG, but even get it in first place ! Oh well, maybe those hentai legends about girls liking besti... no no no. Don't move into the subject, too much. What surprised him is that once he released another bark, he felt like information moved back to him. It was like... Echolocation... Once clearly pissed, suddenly stopped and thought about it. Hikaru just proved that he wasn't exactly normal dog, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He repeated the bark and received new sort of information. Wind, Trees, Sounds of Crickets, Random Guy Throwing Axes On Nearby Trees... wait, what ! Hikaru wanted to move away and have nothing to do with some stranger, but he needed information. Of any kind. And in nearby vicinity there was no one else. So calm and yet so scary and spooky. Well, he could try the middle ground and walked to him. Sit in place, and barked 'Woof' three times to get his attention and whined after. Maybe he will help him out ? Labrador retriever dogs are pretty cool after all, huh ?</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Kejmur --- Quest List * Rats * Simon Times So I have no idea who any of you are… I just told you who I am, Aidan thought irritably. No surprise that the one self-proclaiming leadership was a dunce. The swordsman kept his thoughts to himself and remained silent through his spiel. …but I think we're all in the same boat here, but I think we should all stick together. And uh…The dog can go with whoever I guess. And let's all… There wasn't much room for actual conversation before the guy started walking off to do his own thing. Aidan looked back at the golden retriever, giving the dog a blank stare...okay. The three-eyed, blue-haired man had taken them to a fort of some sort that he called "Center Forest." Aidan glanced up at the blue sky—curious if it had actually been in the center of the woods. The tour was simple—simple because Center Forest didn't have much infrastructure. The swordsman scratched his head with the butt of his Shinai and mused, Well, the jobs board is…familiar at least. The old questing game. Walking over to the board, he started from the very top and his silver dollar orbs gradually motioned down the posters. Aidan passed his second sword into his other hand and reached up to tear the rat quest from the board. This one seems easy enough, he figured. He then continued reading before he grasped the second mission. Simon Times…I am eager to test out my skills. These bamboo swords should be sufficient. If I need anything else, then I'll improvise. Pocketing the posters, Aidan had started off to Matilda's house to go squash some rats for the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills I focus onto the forest and am now asleep on the forest's floor.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Rayo had not been in his new body for long and already he made a new "friend." He wasn't sure if he was good at reading at people back then, but he was able to read the beast-man's intentions. The luchador acknowledged the beast wanted a fight due to his mannerisms. The tightened fists and the severity of his gaze made it all clear that the beast was not a reasonable person, or had at least no thoughts toward consequences. Rayo patted himself on his chest. This was a reminder to himself that he wasn't a weakling anymore. He accomplished his dream of becoming a luchador and luchadors don't back down. Cracking his knuckles, he prepared himself for the worst. The staff the beast had in his possession made him slightly worried. A staff isn't necessarily an item an individual would take to a beach. "Let's not do anything irrational. I will-" Rayo stopped his banter when the blonde woman grabbed his arm. She was rushing the both of them toward the wooden path. Scratching his mask, Dragon Rayo could not make sense of what was going on. Could this be an effect of the drugs? The woman did seem worried about something. "Are you sick? I figure with these type of parties there should be a rehabilitation tent around here somewhere. Maybe there is one-" Rayo stopped talking. His attention was caught by a loud slam. The electronic dance music that normally invaded his eardrums had abruptly halted and was replaced by screams. Turning his head, he noticed a blonde woman had crashed into the DJ's table. This had caused a stampeded of people beginning to rush toward the wooden path. Rayo's ears twitched when he heard the beast man speak. "I'm going to go help. You stay safe,Senorita." Rayo told the woman. "Be careful with the..." The luchador then sighed. "Listen, feo. You're brave enough than me to throw the first punch, but know that I will be throwing the last one. Until another time." The luchador then began to sprint towards the stage. Beach: @Zamokra41 Once Dragon had climbed up the stage, he had noticed he was too late. The woman was dead; a huge gash was on her head and her body was in worse shape. The turntable threw sparks and skipped. The DJ was mumbling nonsense to himself that was irrelevant to the situation. As Dragon Rayo stood, he had a good view of the crowd and the beach. --- Emerging from the beach was a horde of decayed monsters They almost resembled humans, but had too many deformities to make a connection. Their skeleton interior was showing and they were covered in algae; they immediately attacked any living being in their line of sights. They appeared to have no control and acted solely on primitive rage. Clawing and biting, they were causing severe damage to the unprepared party-goers. Dwarves, elfs, humans, and beast-folk were having their flesh bit off and being thrown around like rag dolls. Crimson liquid was beginning to stain the sand. Just as the music stopped, it'd be expected there would be silence. The dance music was heavenly compared to the ghoulish screams of the water monsters and the agonized yells of the civilians. One particular being had arisen from the ocean, but was different from the decayed monsters. The being was more tamed and well-mannered. Resembling more like a fish than a person, he held a jagged staff in his right arm. His skin was bright with neon colors. There was a sense of trouble coming off of him. The fish appeared to be observing the carnage and the horde of decayed monsters were avoiding his presense. --- Jemma and Tarum would have trouble reaching the wooden path due to the stampede of party-goers and the water creature invasion. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal The book kept its glow as Damien turned the cover to view its content. Once the book was fully opened, the glow had turn to an immediate flash and had vanished. Inside the book was a collection of letters between Ezekiel and a possible companion. Throughout the letters is a discovery of new location regarding great findings and probable danger. Dear Ezekiel, I apologize for what had happened earlier. I had thought we were on the road to success. I know you have your family to think about; however, I have nothing to risk. This is why I'm out doing this stupid shit. I know your predicament and you know of mine; we need this! I won't stop and I hope you won't stop either. I know those bandits are not going to leave you alone...it is only a matter of time. I'll keep looking. Just have faith in me. I don't have anyone else-well, I don't know anyone else who would tag along. I need you to stay committed to this. -Samuel Ezekiel, I think I may have found an answer to our problems! I am being completely serious this time! I have not been more certain in all my life! We have finally found a solution to our problems! Please respond to this letter! I know I messed up last time, but this is different! You might be hesitant, but listen! There is a cave- a couple miles over the hills! It's not a far journey and I am well-informed about this cave! I've heard rumors about this cave inside Munitam and they all check out. I was told the cave could not be seen by human eyes- the entrance is blocked by an illusion! I spent a whole fucking day looking for this shit and I found it! The cave's entrance is disguised as a cliff's wall! The rumors about the illusion and the location are true! I'm telling you this cave is genuine! There is a catch...There is talk about treasure and great findings in this cavern, but also danger. I think this is a real deal, Ezekiel. I can't do it alone. If we do this, I can say goodbye to poverty and you can say goodbye to the bandits. Please respond to this letter. I'm tired of the silent treatment. -Samuel Ezekiel, I guess I deserve this much. I know you are still mad about last time. I don't blame you. The cave I mentioned earlier, if you read my last letter, I'm going to claim that treasure this week. I have prepared myself with the appropriate supplies and gathered any information I could gather from Munitam. I am not fully confident in my abilities, but I believe I can do this. I'll make it back and show you that dreams come true. Even though you're not coming with me, I'll still give you a share. I can't have you suffering from those bastard bandits. Maybe I'll find something of great power? You've helped me of too much to deny you of any treasure. I just have to state one thing. If I don't happen to make it back, just keep loving your family. I don't have anyone close to me, but you. You're the closest thing I had to a brother. Not sure why I'm getting sentimental- I guess since this is the first time I've went by myself? Eh, you've taught me not to get into trouble. Anyways, love ya, Zeke. I always wanted to go spelunking. -Samuel Damien has acquired a new spell point and information regarding a new quest! Samuel's Letters has been added in "Miscellaneous Information." --- The farmer looked up and he couldn't find the right words to describe what his eyes were seeing. "How does a metallic man make a metal chair so quickly," Ezekiel thought to himself. There was a hint of envy radiating from the farmer. Most of his furniture had taken some time to complete and was beginning to worn down; the metal man had made a chair in a matter of seconds. While chopping vegetables the farmer place his knife down and looked at the metal mage. "That gift you have is real something. Where were you when I was making furniture?" The farmer laughed at his own joke. Ezekiel collected all the cut vegetables and poured them into a bowl. The bowl was a mixture of cut carrots, sliced tomatoes, diced lettuce, and other edible elements. "Lucky for me, the chicken has already been cut before," he commented. Opening the fridge once more, he pulled out a bag of thin strips of chicken and added them to the salad. "And now it's a chicken salad," he slammed the bowl on the center of the table. From the cupboards, he placed smaller bowls, tongs, and utensils on the table. "Dig in, guys. Dine like it's your last meal!" Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblins were immediately spooked by the sudden roars. "What is that?" One of the goblins spoke up; its voice was high-pitched and could be heard by the talking dog. A certain goblin told his party to stay put; the sound did not seem threatening at all. As they waited, the roars were gaining volume. They disobeyed their friend's advice and proceeded to flee. "It's coming closer," one of them yelled. Three goblins bolted from their position and toward the direction of the trap that was set. One goblin was slower than the others and had trouble running along the two others. In a matter of seconds, two of the goblins and collapsed into the dug up hole. After a loud thud, they began moaning in pain. The goblin from before walked up to the hole with curiosity. "What the hell? You idiots! This is a set-up!" The slowpoke goblin scratched his noggin and was stricken with confusion. "This hole was made to trap us! Who could have done this? The roars don't even seem real!" The slowpoke goblin pointed a firm finger at Hiraku. "What about that dog? Dogs dig hole." The goblin that resembled mostly as the leader had taken a quick glance at the dog. His eyes stayed glued to the mutt; he was beginning to question the reason of the dog's presence. "I don't know. Just go skin it. I'll try to see if I can help the others," the leader goblin stated. He laid down on the floor and tried reaching a hand to the two others. The slower goblin pulled out a short dagger and began approaching the dog slowly. "Here, little doggie. Here." --- Upon entering the west district of Center Forest, Aidan could see a row of houses lined up. None of them were uniquely made as they all seemed to have been built to be uniformed. There were minor differences between the houses; one house had potted plants out in front and another had a garden. It was about the most someone could get from being creative with their homes. The homes themselves were small which says a lot for Center Forest. Aidan tried finding the quest giver and could see a middle-aged woman standing outside her house. She had a mean look about her. The woman was aggressively smoking a cigarette. --- Regina woke up next to a young man chopping wood in the forest.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest F****in hell, plan worked in a way, but he expected it to work better. Also it surprised Hikaru that one of them was smart enough to figure it out, weren't all goblins supposed to retarded ?! Although to be honest assuming something in a world where he had no idea how things worked wasn't exactly smart either. Heh... talking dog was clearly not happy and needed to do something else. Especially in a situation which started to get worse and worse with each second. But at least Hikaru removed some obstables so maybe he can do it in the end. Talking dog also hoped that he was fast enough to pull off the new plan. He should have speed advantage as dogs were clearly faster runners then humans (and he REALLY hoped it also worked the same way against goblins) so he sprinted towards the leader which tried to help others and push him in the hole or straight up bite his throat out (whichever worked, if he showed opening). If it worked, he would wait for other goblins to run in (and Hikaru couldn't imagine last one to not run into him in such case) and try to jump in last moment to let last one to drop in. If by any chance plan would fail, he would use Echolocation to find some wild animal(s) like Wolfs or a bear and let it finish the job in killing last goblins. Oh boy... Hikaru sighed, this world so far was truly annoying to deal with...</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The interior inside Grandma Ginny's house was very tight squeezed. It was obvious how many rooms resided in the house. By first inspection, the room walking in was the living room. It had a worn couch; its cushions were in bad shape as fluff was beginning to pour out. The rug looked stained and probably could tell the history of the room from ten years ago. The bookcase did not look sturdy and was covered in dust. A door led to an opened bedroom. On the bed was a mountain of clothes and an ironing board set up to the side. Not much else could be seen from the front door. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen area. The area had an opened wall to enter and the living room was in the same shape. The tiles on the floor were coming off and the place smelled like burned cooking. Inside was a black cauldron sitting warmly on the stove. It bubbled rapidly. Grandma Ginny turned off the heat and began coughing roughly. "Who? What?" She turned around and smiled creepily at Orion. Her smile turned immediately to a unimpressed expression. "Huh, I was expecting more of a muscle-bound type of guy. I guess this is what I get from posting on the board. I can't be too picky." She cackled. Grandma Ginny looked frail and old. Her wrinkles on arms and face were clear as day. She had a long blouse on along with a jacket overneath. She had fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair stretched down to her shoulders. She had some color in her atleast. "Alright, so my soup tastes like shit," she said bluntly. She grabbed a ladel on her table and proceeded to dunk it inside the cauldron. "Don't believe me? Try it for yourself." She handed the ladel over to Orion. Grandma Ginny then fished her hand out of her pocket to take out a folded piece of paper. The paper seemed to have a peculiar glow to it that only Orion could see. "Here's a few items I need to get. You might want to do it before sundown," she warned. --- The man with the ax stopped hitting the trees. "I'm sorry; I can't." He then began striking down the bark again. "You didn't say please..." He commented. The man with the ax began laughing with every swing. He had to stop chopping wood to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But yeah, you should work on your mannerisms though." The man with the ax elbowed Regina in the shoulder in a joking manner. "There's a lot of you today, huh? Well, you just want to keep heading that way," he pointed north. "At the center of this forest is a village. Head there and you'll be good." He gripped both hands on his ax and prepared to swing at the tree again. "I would lead you there myself, but I really have to make my quota." The man with the ax was going to swing, but stopped mid-way. "Oh, and try getting there before dark, alright?" He chucked his ax immediately after and continued his work. --- The slower goblin was not able to catch the dog. It had completely slipped past him and was no match in speed. The leader goblin was too preoccupied with trying to get the others that he did not see the dog coming at him. He expected the dog was just an ordinary mutt and had no ulterior motives. The leader goblin fell straight through the hole from the push landing among the other trapped goblins. The slower goblin was enraged that his party was fooled by this dog. Aiming carefully, he chucked his dagger at the Hiraku. Pulling out another right after, he darted towards the dog and enabled a war cry. "You stupid dog!"</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina entered the village, looking at everything. After wandering and taking in what there was to be seen, she entered a random shop. "Hey, can you help me with a map?" she asked, reaching to put her hand on the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Dragon could not make sense of this. He had no idea what world he arrived in. All he could see was gore and guts taint the beach's sand. One by one the party-goers were victimized by the decaying corpses. It was barbaric. The luchador couldn't think of anyway to solve the situation. He was never in a similar situation. The wrestler was nervous and was not certain what he could do to help. Sweat was starting to come off of his body. He tried wiping his face, but his fingers had touched the fabric on his mask. The shakiness in Rayo's legs had suddenly stopped. Rayo had looked at the carnage happening before him and then towards the ocean. And then towards the sky. There was peace to be found in the blue. It had calmed him down successfully. Rayo chose to be a luchador because he wanted to become a hero. He wanted to be a symbol that people could look toward for help. He knew he could not chicken out at the sign of trouble. The luchador was not sure of what his past life was like, but for some strange reason, he knew he did not have the strength to fight. Noticing his biceps, he knew he could be the hero people can depend on. Rayo glanced at the wooden path leading to the public area. The place was becoming crowded and quite dangerous. The luchador knew he needed to find a reasonable place to lead these civilians. Looking towards his left and right, he guessed the best option would be to run along the beach until he could find an opening. There was no indication of the corpses popping out anywhere else. Using his deep voice, he cried out. "Everyone run to the sides; along the beach! Find another exit!" Beach: @Zamokra41 Some of the partygoers nearby had heard the masked wrestler on the stage. They were hesistant, but some of them had listened to his words despite the chaos happening around him. About 2/5 of the crowd had taken the path along the beach heading left and right. There was no sure way of safety or exit, but it was better than doing anything. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal Castle sucked his teeth. He could not believe the bitch was deciding to run away; he raised his hand and pointed it towards the fox of fire. The bandit saw the direction the fox was heading towards. It seemed the fox was not running away, but was going to receive assistance from the metallic man. The leader of the bandits had no idea how well a man of rock would fare against a metal individual. The best option was to ensure the fox girl would be injured before she received safety. Castle had his hand raised and his rocky palm was beginning to open up. His palm began extracting shards of rock in haste. They shot out towards the fox girl like a bullet. Because Egwene had her back turned, one of the rock shards had planted itself in the back of her left shoulder. More of them were coming. Olivia the Amazon had her hands in her hip. She looked down at the demonic individual. Olivia had expected more of a fight, but she clearly believed she was the stronger one. The bandit woman was confident in her fighting capabilities and strength. "Give it up, little boy. I am clearly the stronger one." "Men have this stigma that they are stronger than women. When in reality, they are just scared little-" The woman stopped her speech when she had noticed the levitating pebbles. "How is that? I thought Castle was-" Her confusion had her lose her chance for evasion. The rocks arrived at a fast rate and all she could do was guard. The woman held her left arm to block her face. The rocks pounded against the flesh of her causing a sick burn. Her left arm dropped with heavy weight right after. She yelped and tried moving her arm, but the pain was too great. "You son of a bitch. All I'm going to need is my right arm to kill you!" The woman charged straightforward blinded by rage and readied to deliver a punch from her right arm. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The merchant titled his head at Regina's request. He had a blue complexion and a red beard. He stroked his facial hair at the request and had no idea why the woman was asking for a map. "Umm, I don't have any maps available, hun." The merchant looked at his inventory; he glanced underneath the counter, the shelves on the walls, and the food stocked in the back. "I usually carry miscellaneous items, but I don't have a map." The merchant shrugged his shoulders. "There's not much demand for a map here. This is a small place and a map isn't really necessary here. Is there anything else you need?" --- Grandma Ginny was surprised to see the goblin ears. She snatched them from Orion. "Okay, kid. You don't seem to be useless after all. Just be sure to get me the other items on that list."</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion managed to resist the urge to vomit until he handed over the ears and made his way outside, hoping Granny hadn't heard. Fortunately he didn't have any much in his stomach so it was more dry heaving than anything else. With that taken care of Orion somewhat unsteadily headed towards the rat house. Luckily he still remembered the directions: Matilda, house is on the west side. God he hoped they weren't giant rats. They probably were. It was always giant rats. No one hired people to kill normal rats. Orion looked at the bloodstained blade he still held in his hand. Well. It was better than nothing. It would be great if that doggy from earlier had come with him, it would've been a great help against the rats. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this one bit.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills "Just need to know where I am." she sighed. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Only reason I was able to find this place was because of the woodcutter." She turned to head for the door, looking over her shoulder with an idea. "Anyone around here need any jobs done?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Martin Role: SWAT Date of Birth: December 15th, 2002 Height: 5'0 Weight: 103 lbs Nationality: Cuban Appearance Background: Lily was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. Her parents were one of the wealthier families of the island, some rumors even claiming that they had ties to the government. Being an only child, Lily always had everything she wanted...except for the simple love and affection from her parents. When she was just 10 years old, business brought the family over to Neo Bay. Everything was fine for some time, even though learning the language was a bit of a challenge for her parents, but after a rough start, they finally found their flow. By this point, Lily barely even saw her parents, their absence extending to the weekends as well. On random day at school, a friend of Lily recommended she meet with him and his Master at an old abandoned gym, promising her he'd teach her stuff you could only see in movies. Thus, at the age of 13, she started training in Krav Maga. From that point on, she met with her friend Carl and of course, Reddick, the one person in the world who she swore took better care of her than her own parents did. He first taught her the basics, then when her skill was up to par with Carl's, the level of difficulty increased for them both. It took a bit of time for them to fully master Krav Maga, but then they went on to learn various other forms of close-quarter combat mixed with some lessons in free-running to shake things up. After some years, Lily and Carl graduated school. Unfortunately, the next evening, Reddick was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment grew in both Lily and Carl as they days passed and Reddick failed to show every single time. Carl and Lily's friendship slowly faded as well, and with nothing to do on her spare time, Lily turned to crime. She remained undetected for a while, but it was only a matter of time before a rookie mistake cost her her freedom. Upon finding out that their daughter wasn't the perfect little girl they had raised, Ada and Jorge kicked her out of their home. Lily never bothered returning, and instead, focused on how to pull off an even bigger heist while at the same time avoiding the authorities. Many years passed and Lily had only gotten better with her skills. During her mid 20s, she came across some individuals who were holding a tactical training seminar. They were part of some private security firm, and she used this to her advantage by pretending to be interested. She learned quite a bit from these guys, and they saw a very promising future for her so they even offered her extra training only made available to law enforcement. Once she completed her training with the firm, she up and quit without notice or warning and returned to her life of crime. Unfortunately, one dark and stormy evening, she broke into the wrong home. The man standing behind her threatened her to stand still or otherwise meet a terrible fate. Being a smart chick, she froze in place and listened to what he had to say. Of course, he never turned her in. Instead, he laid out some ground rules after he mentioned he was impressed with her personal abilities. When she asked to clarify, he explained to her how he'd been keeping an eye on her and simply wished to put her talent to better use. She knew his proposal was better than what she had to face if he were to place a quick call, so she agreed. From that point on, she was signed on as a member of C.O.P.S. and hasn't looked back ever since. Theme Song: "Supremacy" by Muse</s> <\|message\|>Valeriya Ilyushin Valeriya Ilyushin >Days ago... Another day in the shop. Another car to fix, though this one was quite flashy. Probably some big city head checking out this father and daughter mechanic shop that he heard of. Not that Valeriya cared at all. Was just another customer. Just so long as he didn't enter the actual shop and see the 'goods' that was her. There had been a few like that. But she only focused on doing the check-up that the customer had asked for. Though she did find it odd that it was only a check-up and nothing more. That's when she heard footsteps. The type you couldn't ignore. The type of footsteps that come from dress shoes. But kept her face buried in the car, she had a job to do afterall. "Come to check the 'goods'?" She asked in a very bitter fashion. "You flatter me, but no. I come with a proposition-" "Cutting straight to the marriage proposal?" she cut him off, again with a very bitter tone. "No again. Can I finish before you cut me off again?" Valeriya sighed, then nodded, not pulling her head away from the vehicle. "Alright then." The man cleared his throat. "You are Valeriya Ilyushin. Daughter of two immigrant parents, legal immigrants. You were born on Russian soil, and raised right here in Neo-Bay." Valeriya had frozen with what he had already said, but he kept talking. "For most of your early years, you had a pretty normal life as the daughter of a grease monkey. Even helping your father out in the shop. But shortly after your 16th birthday, your life was changed drastically. A boy attacked you, kidnapped you, and beat you near to death. To list a few things." Valeriya spun around quickly as he finished that sentence, a mix of shock and anger on her face "How do you know that about me?!" "Let me finish please. Continuing on. Police found you, many bruises and cuts. Left dozens of scars on your body, you've even got one on your forehead that you hide with your hair. After that event, you took some time to feel the psychological effects of his actions. Then you joined the Youth Army Cadets, the reasons you gave for joining were vague, but no one questioned it. You met Mack Yancy, conversed with him, one of the few that you conversed with while in the Cadets, never became friends, but were acquaintances. But only for a year, as he had graduated with honors. But you were a smart kid yourself, when you graduated, you got honors, and were valedictorian of your class." He paused. He was taking a draw of his cigarette. But she was quite shocked at how much he knew. After he finished exhaling, he continued to speak his knowledge of her. "After your graduation though, you did not follow Mack into the Police force. Nor did you follow your peers into private firms. You came back here for about a year, until you joined up with the professional racing circuits. Well, that was your most public movement. Underneath that, you drive in underground circuits to further enhance your skill. Along with driving for private firms. You left the racing league after two and a half years, but kept yourself in the underground, and as a freelance driver for the private firms." "What do you want then?" She asked in a less bitter tone. "I'd like you to join up with a small group of people I'm pulling together. With Mack Yancy as the team leader, though I will be the sort of 'top brass' of the group." He pulled a file out of his suit. "The name's Tim Taggart by the way, but do call me Tim. Here's a file with copies of everyone else involved, as I know you also like to read, so you'll have some new reading material for the next few hours. If you do decide to join up, there are instructions on where to go and when." She took the file and stared at it a bit confused before looking up to see him going through the door that connected the shop to the front desk. Valeriya took a few minutes to let it soak in before finishing her work so she could decide on what to do about this whole situation. >Present Dear god! Why was this place so damn far away?! Valeriya was sitting at a red light, looking at the address over and over again. "Well baby girl, lets show this city who owns the streets." She reached for the volume control for the stereo system and cranked it full. Then scrolled through a list of songs, and found a fitting song, and pressed play. All somehow timed well with a green light, and Valeriya floored it. The engine roared with hate. The rear wheels desperately working for traction as thick clouds of white smoke poured from them, along with a loud screeching. She knew she wouldn't have time for going slow. She'd be way too late, and the 'speed limits' were a joke anyway. As she drove, she blazed passed those that were going much slower, and the street lights whizzed by, causing colored pulses on the exterior of her car. Valeryia pushed well into triple digits on the speedometer, pulling high octane drifts around turns, and blazing through stop lights. Weaving through traffic, and squeezing her way through those stopping for red lights. She was the definition of a demon. Along her path of demonic speeding she found herself rapidly approaching the location, along with a new song playing. "Work with momma on this one." She spoke to the car as she slammed the brakes, causing a very audible screeching from the tires along with smoke spewing from them due to the friction. Though due to her speeds, she slid past the location. So she threw the car into a drift, and slammed on the gas pedal to turn that momentum around. The car's engine was just as quiet as the tires are, in that they were as loud as they could possibly be. Anyone who was sleeping was no doubt abruptly awoken. Once she got the car going in the opposite direction, she drove back to the location, then pulled an unnecessary drift to put the car onto the correct side of the street to park, accompanied by a unneeded engine rev, letting the whole area know how angry her car was. Valeryia sat inside her car for a few seconds before turning it off and stepping out. She entered the building, found the apartment number and knocked. Once Craig answered, she just pushed past. The smell didn't bother her. She'd inhaled worse. Same with the sights. Her work station at the shop wasn't the cleanest, and yet she worked better than most mechanics in a clean shop. Her face and clothes were fresh with the marks and smells of working on engines. So if anything, she just added to the mixture of smells. Valeryia spotted Mack, but that was the only familiar face.</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "I thought you went off the record after that most recent gang bust. I would have thought you were in danger with the underbosses looking for revenge....Tim got you involved in this, what does he want with us two?" Collin pushed the brim of his ballcap up a bit with one index finger, revealing more of his face. His green eyes fell on Yancy, and he gave a wry smile at the man's slightly stuttering speech. By the sound, and smell, of him Yancy was either still drunk or just recently sobering up. Collin checked his watch, seeing it as just a bit before midnight. Yea, that sounds about right. Taggart had probably picked him up in the middle of another bender. Being Friday that usually meant lots of teary war stories. Hence why Collin avoided the Red Raven on Fridays. As Mack continued to look around the room with a look of shock and disorientation Collin spoke up, for only the second time since entering the room. Blowing out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils he addressed the distressed ex-cop. "I did go underground, and thought that I did a good job of it too. It's been about 4 years, and yet still somehow that Taggart found me. I don't like it, but the offer he gave was a little too good to just pass up without a second glace," he finished, pulling on the cigarette again and noticing the ember was just about to the filter. He stubbed the butt out and watched as another person entered. That would make seven, and the small female that looked uncomfortable and shy could be none other than Miss Valeriya Ilyushin. Her file, like most of the others, was lacking in their background, but he knew that she was the driver of this group. She had a string of racing awards under her belt, as well as plenty of time under the hood of a car. His appraisal of the new arrival was interrupted by Hobbes pulling a gigantic trunk into the living space. When the huge box was opened, even Collins stoic demeanor cracked as he gave a low whistle. Hobbes and Taggart had somehow smuggled what equated to a small arsenal inside the box. It was stuffed with weapons of all different types, and Hobbes hefted a long rifle towards Packard. The weapon looked mean and military grade, though Collin had absolutely no idea what it was. It didn't look like anything he had seen on the streets before, let alone anything he had seen any of the various PMC forces carrying in Neo-Bay. His question was answered when Hobbes mentioned that the custom rifle had been stolen from the Japanese, meaning that it was likely a secret prototype the Japs had been developing. He took another sip of the whiskey, but set it down behind him in order to keep his body between the alcohol and Yancy. The guy didn't look like he needed anything else to drink any time soon.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Martin The glass was empty by this point, and Lily contemplated getting another drink of whisky. Just as she started to weigh the pros and cons of being even more intoxicated around all these strangers, in walked Craig dragging a container that was surely heavier than he was. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his struggle, although her smile didn't last long once she made out what was in the box. A little lump formed in her throat at the realization that things were becoming very real, rather fast. Her mind now cluttered with too many thoughts, Lily didn't notice someone approaching her until they were right behind her. Craig again...that sneaky bastard. He spoke to her in a hushed tone, and she got a racing pulse once some of his words registered. "...you are acting commander of this squad..." She muttered some nonsense reply when he was done talking, even though his words stayed with her. She watched him walk away as if this little announcement wasn't going to have an impact on everyone in the room. Lucky for her, she realized that it wasn't her decision to let the others know, so she kept her mouth shut and just stared in Mack's general direction. You better sober up quick, she thought, because all this responsibility that was just dumped on me could end tragically for us all.</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Martin Role: SWAT Date of Birth: December 15th, 2002 Height: 5'0 Weight: 103 lbs Nationality: Cuban Appearance Background: Lily was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. Her parents were one of the wealthier families of the island, some rumors even claiming that they had ties to the government. Being an only child, Lily always had everything she wanted...except for the simple love and affection from her parents. When she was just 10 years old, business brought the family over to Neo Bay. Everything was fine for some time, even though learning the language was a bit of a challenge for her parents, but after a rough start, they finally found their flow. By this point, Lily barely even saw her parents, their absence extending to the weekends as well. On random day at school, a friend of Lily recommended she meet with him and his Master at an old abandoned gym, promising her he'd teach her stuff you could only see in movies. Thus, at the age of 13, she started training in Krav Maga. From that point on, she met with her friend Carl and of course, Reddick, the one person in the world who she swore took better care of her than her own parents did. He first taught her the basics, then when her skill was up to par with Carl's, the level of difficulty increased for them both. It took a bit of time for them to fully master Krav Maga, but then they went on to learn various other forms of close-quarter combat mixed with some lessons in free-running to shake things up. After some years, Lily and Carl graduated school. Unfortunately, the next evening, Reddick was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment grew in both Lily and Carl as they days passed and Reddick failed to show every single time. Carl and Lily's friendship slowly faded as well, and with nothing to do on her spare time, Lily turned to crime. She remained undetected for a while, but it was only a matter of time before a rookie mistake cost her her freedom. Upon finding out that their daughter wasn't the perfect little girl they had raised, Ada and Jorge kicked her out of their home. Lily never bothered returning, and instead, focused on how to pull off an even bigger heist while at the same time avoiding the authorities. Many years passed and Lily had only gotten better with her skills. During her mid 20s, she came across some individuals who were holding a tactical training seminar. They were part of some private security firm, and she used this to her advantage by pretending to be interested. She learned quite a bit from these guys, and they saw a very promising future for her so they even offered her extra training only made available to law enforcement. Once she completed her training with the firm, she up and quit without notice or warning and returned to her life of crime. Unfortunately, one dark and stormy evening, she broke into the wrong home. The man standing behind her threatened her to stand still or otherwise meet a terrible fate. Being a smart chick, she froze in place and listened to what he had to say. Of course, he never turned her in. Instead, he laid out some ground rules after he mentioned he was impressed with her personal abilities. When she asked to clarify, he explained to her how he'd been keeping an eye on her and simply wished to put her talent to better use. She knew his proposal was better than what she had to face if he were to place a quick call, so she agreed. From that point on, she was signed on as a member of C.O.P.S. and hasn't looked back ever since. Theme Song: "Supremacy" by Muse</s> <\|message\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard As the other hires had quite contented themselves either watching the political garbage the common man called 'news' or helping themselves to Taggart's mini bar, the three individuals Craig had mentioned began to trickle through the door. Two middle-aged men the likes of Jay himself, and then a snappy-looking young lady that looked like she'd just been plucked from under a car. Jamie remained silent, much to the mockery of Kennedy, as he remained within he own thoughts. Jay only truly came back to the present when their supposed leader, a Mr. Michael Yancy, entered the room. Immediately, Jamie began to dash his expectations for this ragtag little squad- Mack bore every visual sign of a drunkard fresh from the saloon. He struggled to stay upright, dark bags under his squinting eyes (blue on black, oddly enough) and the hints of stubble around his lower face indicated he hadn't shaved properly. Either Taggart had surprisingly low expectations for candidates of leader roles, or Mack wasn't ready for this. More likely the latter, however, given how painstakingly all these skilled individuals had been gathered here at this very time. But, then, there did appear to be a certain logic to who had been picked, seeing as how Yancy actually recognized some of the faces among the seven. A couple of brisk reunions were shared, all that stuff. Jamie feigned non-interest, a simple act considering he'd never met any of these people before. However, the certain circumstances surrounding the relations of the people here made the marksman keep an ear on the conversation. It was obvious the outsiders like himself here were just experts offering their talents, but the former police agents all had some history, forced into hiding and begging to be reunited with this new combat operations unit. How convenient. Everyone snapped to attention as Craig Hobbes stepped up to center stage again, dragging a lock box almost as large as himself all with one skinny arm. Slapping open the latch, the box fell open to reveal what had to be an entire armory's worth of firearms, all loaded up. Damn if that didn't get everyone's attention, even the ever-stoic sniper. "Wow," Jamie commented in pleasant surprise, breaking his silence. Unlike the Chinese man he was sharing a couch with, the sniper stood up to glance at the stash of weapons from a different angle. As he did, though, Craig quickly held up an index finger to Jay, signaling to give him a moment as he retreated into the kitchen... Not a few moments later, Taggart's partner returned with something completely different, for Packard himself, apparently. The stockpile of traditional ballistics was all well and good, tried and true, but the rifle Craig was now hoisting under his arm seemed to come fresh from the future. Taking the thing into his arms, Jay's mouth couldn't help but slack open. The rifle was large, bulky, and weighty- not unmanageable, but still plenty to put any other conventional sniper rifle system to shame. The sheen and trim that shaped the frame of the gun showed a lot of care and money went into making this weapon look as flawless as could be afforded. As Jay wordlessly tested the heft and design of the advanced weapon, Craig took care to answer the marksman's unspoken questions. The rifle was a custom build, created from schematics stolen from the Japanese; the Longshot Rifle "Shogun". That little tidbit about the design being stolen perked Jay right back up again. "Stolen?" Jay parroted, somewhat blankly, before redoubling his words with a tad more exasperation. "Who did he steal it from? And more importantly-" the sniper removed the large box magazine, inspecting the dozen or so huge cartridges within, "-what the hell were they planning to do with it? With something this size, you could take down a whole building." It certainly didn't take a gun nut to figure that the 'Shogun' was built big enough to bust a fat hole in concrete, tank armor, and soldiers alike. The question, then, is why were the Japanese trying to manufacture something like this. No, not Japan in general- more likely a private Japanese firm, Jay thought, Mack's recent words popping into his mind. The gears in his brain began to turn. Taggart gathering a whole arsenal of weapons, a handful of professional fighters, and even advanced custom gear like this rifle... There had to be something else behind this, and it was itching Jay's mind harder than ever now. Alone in his musings, still holding the rifle, he looked back across the room, past his new teammates and out the window, into the salient night... --- - All Hell Breaks Loose - --- Within a single moment, the entire house was sent into chaos. Jay tried to move, but the bullet traveled faster than any man could hope to catch up with, entering Craig's chest with little resistance. Glass shattered, the table buckled under the falling body, and Mack screamed uncharacteristically. Synthetics, Taggart's partner hacked out in his fleeting breaths. From the support beam he had taken cover behind, Jay cursed the tides of fate. "Knew it," he muttered once, then again louder, "I fucking knew it!" Everything happened so quickly. Mack desperately begged Craig for words, and he spat them out. The Chinese man heeded the instructions about the failsafe in the boiler room, and scrambled for the vents. The temporary squad captain began to bark out orders as one of the men headed upstairs in a panic. She pointed at Jay and the worn street-sweeper, ordering them both to take up arms at the roof and pick off their assailants. The sniper spared a single glance at the other man, sneered, and called back to the lady, "What, you think I need help?" With a certain cool bravado about him, Packard slipped out from behind the column and between cover. Leaving the Shogun at rest behind the couch, he ducked over and pilfered an EBR from the pile of weapons Craig had dispensed earlier. As Kennedy came barreling back into the room with a door-sized riot shield and a fresh scar of battle, Jay took his place and dashed out, eager to escape the line of fire. He scrambled up the stairs to the next floor, and up further then, to the attic space Craig had mentioned. Bashing open the door, Packard crawled along the dusty flooring, past the piles of assorted crap, and up to the edge of the skylight. This experience was one that the marksman hadn't been through in years, his time in urban warfare having spoiled him to being in a true, heated conflict. Placing the stock to his shoulder and his eye to the scope, he zeroed in on the first of eight targets he could count - which meant the rest were surrounding the complex or preparing to breach. He quietly hoped his other operatives were as good as Taggart advertised, or he might actually be in serious trouble. Jay's eagle eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light, and he aligned the crosshairs of the EBR to his first victim of the night. Humans, androids, they all fell the same to a solid bullet through the head. Compensating for the soldier's next movement, he squeezed the trigger, a cacophony of ballistic power and shattering glass accompanying the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Krauss Helfer For every operation, Krauss likes to put himself in a certain frame of mind. He's seen enough that often he will relate the current situation to one of his past operations, so that he better predict the enemy and know what to expect. Now for this particular job, Krauss hadn't really decided what it could be like to his past operations. Operation Hauptmann was so far the closest candidate, but as he sighed, crouching and once again wiped the blood of a good man off his face, bullets shredding the room, he knew what this was like. "Fucking Warsaw all over again." he muttered, taking cover on the floor. Before Mr. Hobbes had been hit, he had mentioned Krauss's equipment upstairs. He was about to make a run for it, as he wanted to start suppressing those drones out their A-sap, but he was stopped before he could make the trip. "You, come with me. We're gonna go out into the hallway and take out any sons of bitches who try to come in." Scheiße! His beloved Kerbos Panzer Armor was going to have to wait. Grabbing the PKM he had been just previously admiring, he made his way towards the acting squad leader, also quickly grabbing a few belts of ammo, as they made their way towards the door. Krauss immediately positioned his weapon on a side table in the hallway facing the front door. The door which was already about to be broken down. "Miss Polizistin, I didn't think the enemy would be so desperate to test this team's skills. Shall I answer in kind?" Krauss said, focusing on the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Martin It was obvious the bots were out in the hall as from the sounds of it, they didn't care too much for stealth. Lily could have sworn she saw some of their projectiles making dents in the door, and she reacted by knocking a table down to the ground and positioning it so that it acted as a barrier between her and the killer bots whenever they happened to force their way inside. "Do what you must," she replied. Looking down at the rifle, she made herself comfortable in the prone position and let out a slow breath as she looked down the sight of the weapon and aligned it to the center of the door. With whatever delicacy she could manage, she placed her left pointer finger on the trigger, but she didn't dare pull, not just yet. Past training had taught her to never forcibly pull the trigger. In fact, every properly-trained person should know that all it takes is one gentle pull and the weapon will do the rest. This leads to better accuracy, and it could mean the difference between life or death in a firefight. "Any second now..."</s>
<\|description\|>Collin McCreary Role: Street Sweeper D.O.B. December 2nd, 2003 (age 27) Height: 6'1" Weight: 200 lbs Nationality: Irish American Appearance: Large, muscular, and intimidating, Collin McCreary has dirty blonde hair, and pale icy blue eyes. His face is generally unshaven, and he bears a gruff, mean look on his face on the usual meeting. His body is riddled with small scars from knife-fights, gunshot wounds, and burns, as well as tattoos that completely cover both arms, and across his chest and upper back. He general wears well-worn jeans, a t shirt, a battered leather jacket and a baseball cap. He never goes anywhere without some sort of weapon, and almost always at least carries his twin revolvers under his jacket in their shoulder holsters. Heavily addicted to tobacco, Collin is a lifelong smoker, and has a pretty cynical attitude towards most things in life. Background: Collin grew up in downtown Boston, to an abusive drunk of a father and a strung out drug addicted mother. His father lost his job shortly after Collin was born during the rise of martial law, and tended to take out his frustrations on both Collin and his mother whenever he came home stinking drunk from the seedy bars and clubs that he usually frequented. In order to get money, his father did a lot of dealings with the various criminal groups that started popping up during the Anarchist movements. This led to family to becoming increasingly in debt to less than savory characters. In order to repay this debt, the gangs started using Collin to make money. It started off small: petty theft, vandalism, small drug dealings. The older Collin got, the more they realized his potential, as the boy quickly started growing into a very large and intimidating character. His involvement in the criminal underground grew to extortion's, muggings, carjacking's, and other more violent forms of crime. Collin, even in his teenage years, could tell where this life was leading. He had never wanted to be a part of the gang, but he knew that in order to keep his mother from being killed or possibly even worse, he had to cooperate due to his father's debts. He grew to not only hate his father, but to hate the criminals that drove him to cause pain and anguish to others in their name. Eventually, he had a way out, though it wasn't one that he wished for. His mother passed when he was 17, from a heavy drug overdose. His father, too drunk to even attend the funeral, barely even noticed Collin leaving the house. With his mother gone, the only thing keeping Collin tied to that crappy neighborhood was gone, and so he left his father to deal with the mess he had created by himself. Collin, fueled by a need to try and do something worthwhile after all the damage he had done, applied at the Boston Police Academy. Despite being a high school dropout, the Academy desperately needed more officers and allowed him to apply and accepted him on the condition that he earn his GED within the first year of his admittance. Collin, now given a new purpose, worked hard to pass his classes, and while he always drifted near the bottom of the class he still was able to graduate and become a Boston Police Officer. Or at least…he would have been. Collin never officially graduated from the Academy. Officially, Collin was expelled just before graduation for being involved in a brawl that put three students in the hospital. Officially, Collin was never allowed to return to the police force. What absolutely DID NOT happen, was that Collin's supervisors at school had looked into his background, and had discovered his past connections with various gangs in Boston. They most certainly DID NOT ask Collin to get in a fight to get himself expelled. And they DID NOT secretly put the newly NON-graduated officer into a special undercover operations program within the Boston Police Department. Collin, as an undercover agent, went back into the seedy underbelly of Boston that he had crawled from. He spent a year working in Boston, where he earned a reputation for brutality in his dealings with criminals and the very un-sanctioned use of violence and intimidation for gathering evidence and information. To him, the ends always justified the means to take someone down, and he didn't particularly care who got in the way. This attitude left him to being transferred to Neo-Bay, a city with a hard reputation and a need for hard cops like Collin McCreary. He worked in the undercover department of the Neo-Bay PD for 2 years before the department folded. It was there that he ran into Mack Yancy. He was working undercover in the employment of a fairly high-profile Gang leader, who was smuggling drugs in and out of the city. Yancy led the tactical team to take the guy out, while McCreary had been on the inside feeding the team the information they needed to plan their assault. Though the department is out, Collin keeps in touch with Mack from time to time, stopping by the Red Raven for a beer or two and to swap old war stories. Theme Song 1 Theme Song 2</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin Lily immediately noticed the blue-eyed foreigner who decided to break the silence as soon as he stepped into the room. By his accent, she figured he was somewhere from western Europe, but she couldn't pinpoint the specific location at the moment. "You're just in time for the event of the year." She took another sip of her drink even though her fingertips were starting to tingle. She sometimes hated being a lightweight, but not tonight. The fact that tonight she had to meet a group of people made her somewhat nervous, especially since she was so used to being alone. Not too long after blue eyes comes in, another person with similar features shows up. He wasn't as friendly as the first guy. In fact, he looked like he was going to kill someone any minute now. "Would you like a drink?" She directed the question at the grump who had just taken a seat on the other side of the counter across from where she was standing. Lily found it amusing the fact that he still towered over her even though he was the one sitting down. Oh well, can't do much about genetic shortcomings. She smirked at her own mental joke.</s> <\|message\|>Gregory Scott Kennedy [Ranked - Sergeant] --- Greg Kennedy --- Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these comrades happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation. "Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country." He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more. He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a familiar face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter. "Would you like a drink?" He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not. "Nah...Brought my own." Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone. "Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past." As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.</s>	<\|message\|>Collin McCreary "Would you like a drink?" Collin glanced sideways at the question. Lily Martin stood near him, her small hands holding a glass filled with the unmistakably brown liquid of whiskey. Or rum maybe, Collin wasn't sure what kind of drinker Taggart was. At her question he wordlessly reached over, and grabbed the bottle from where it was sitting next to her. Disregarding the glasses that were strewn about the counter, he held his cigarette between his index and middle finger of his right hand and brought the neck to his lips. The liquid burned as it passed his throat, warming its way down to his stomach were it settled and gave off a steady heat. Yep, definitely whiskey. He swallowed another swig and set the bottle next to him, taking another pull on his cigarette before ashing in the tray. He blew the smoke out slowly, letting it curl around his face and the brim of his hat as he listened to Kennedy speak. The man briefly mentioned his past, and Collin kept his face impassive as he listened. You can learn a lot about people by just sitting there watching and listening. He could tell Kennedy was trying to be sociable, as well as Miss Martin, but he frankly didn't care too much about anyone's backstory. He knew enough from their files anyway. Lily Martin, Cuban, 5 feet tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet. She had martial arts training, though the file had been pretty vague concerning her actual work experience. While he was curious to the reason she was here amongst the likes of himself and Kennedy, who both had long histories of police or military work behind them, he knew from reading the other members that there was some reason Taggart had selected her. As with all of them. He glanced her way again, pulling on his cigarette and letting the ember glow hot and bright against his face. "Thanks," he said in a rough voice, the Bostonian twang still evident even after years of living south of the city. He turned back to the bottle, taking another drink and listening to Hobbes making small talk with some of the other guests.</s>
<\|description\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard Role: The Sharpshooter D.O.B.: May 17, 1999 Height: 5'11" Weight: 189 lbs. Nationality: Finnish Appearance: Background: Jamie Packard hasn't exactly had the best of luck in his childhood. When the turn of the millennium saw the Anarchist movement erupt, his family found themselves caught in the heat, what with Nora Packard being a small-time cop in Imatra. Unprepared to fight such a major outbreak, and yet unwilling to turn away from her duty, Nora fought her best and was ultimately beaten down and publicly executed alongside ten other members of her brigade. This was just before little Jamie was even five years old yet, barely even able to grasp the idea of what was happening in the world and why her mother was so suddenly gone. As the time of the 'Revolution' began to rear its ugly head, Jamie's father Gustrav found himself being drafted into the military. Fearing the worst after seeing his wife die, Gustrav had his son sent to live with his uncle in Switzerland, where Jay could hopefully live and grow up in safety. Though the boy did end up quite safe, Jamie's uncle couldn't help but concern over his brother, unwittingly exposing Jamie to the many evils and violence of the modern freedom movement. Come age 8, and the poor child had an equally poor outlook on life ahead. Even as some semblance of order would return, the machinations of the world remained changed. Taxes were long exhausted, stock fluctuated wildly, private defense and major corporations boomed and dominated. Even after the war was over, Gustrav gave no signs of returning. Jamie's uncle went into depression, the remainders of his money spent drowning himself in cheap alcohol. Jamie couldn't help but be lost and alone, unable to yet act for himself and yet unsure of what he could even do. At age 12, Jamie Packard was taken into government custody after a court ruling decided his uncle was unfit to remain a legal guardian for him. Any extensive care plans that would've taken the child in were long gone now; the only place willing to put forth the effort of taking him in happened to be one of the seedier private military corporations. They would teach him that the most common, the most well-paying, the only business worth pursuing at all in this new world had to be security detail. As much as Jamie would reject and resent their teachings and training to turn him into another of their corrupt soldiers, he simply had no other option lef to him as an individual, and could only force himself to accept that. In 2012, one year later, the private industry housing Jamie is compromised after the Anarchist movement exposes their criminal practices and undermines several of their operations. Unfit to continue, the company attempts a merger with a more localized security firm in order to regain a foothold, only to be subsequently absorbed. By this stroke of luck, Jamie is able to come in contact with his father, who had quietly transitioned into work as a security agent without sharing the news with his family. This certain revelation leads to Jay attempting to formally disown Gustrav as his father, utterly disgusted over the man's apparent selfishness- alongside the fact that he seemed to be fooled into the same mindset that private security was the best job to pursue. Fast-forward several decades, filled with strife, training, controversy, and war. Jay Packard, age 32, is now one of the top marksmen in his branch of the agency - but only begrudgingly so. He works as a skilled assassin and watchman, skilled enough to take on the more dangerous and expensive of operation with little strife and cost. Jay's aim in his field is the money, not to fight for any particular side. For as swiftly as he works, he too is silently dissatisfied with the politics of the world and quietly longing for the power to change that. In early August, Jamie was extended an offer to join the Combat Operative Private Service program, and help take Neo-Bay City back from the rings of corruption and violence that now governed it. Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=UHLKJYQ3Q_I</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin Lily immediately noticed the blue-eyed foreigner who decided to break the silence as soon as he stepped into the room. By his accent, she figured he was somewhere from western Europe, but she couldn't pinpoint the specific location at the moment. "You're just in time for the event of the year." She took another sip of her drink even though her fingertips were starting to tingle. She sometimes hated being a lightweight, but not tonight. The fact that tonight she had to meet a group of people made her somewhat nervous, especially since she was so used to being alone. Not too long after blue eyes comes in, another person with similar features shows up. He wasn't as friendly as the first guy. In fact, he looked like he was going to kill someone any minute now. "Would you like a drink?" She directed the question at the grump who had just taken a seat on the other side of the counter across from where she was standing. Lily found it amusing the fact that he still towered over her even though he was the one sitting down. Oh well, can't do much about genetic shortcomings. She smirked at her own mental joke.</s> <\|message\|>Gregory Scott Kennedy [Ranked - Sergeant] --- Greg Kennedy --- Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these comrades happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation. "Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country." He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more. He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a familiar face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter. "Would you like a drink?" He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not. "Nah...Brought my own." Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone. "Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past." As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "Would you like a drink?" Collin glanced sideways at the question. Lily Martin stood near him, her small hands holding a glass filled with the unmistakably brown liquid of whiskey. Or rum maybe, Collin wasn't sure what kind of drinker Taggart was. At her question he wordlessly reached over, and grabbed the bottle from where it was sitting next to her. Disregarding the glasses that were strewn about the counter, he held his cigarette between his index and middle finger of his right hand and brought the neck to his lips. The liquid burned as it passed his throat, warming its way down to his stomach were it settled and gave off a steady heat. Yep, definitely whiskey. He swallowed another swig and set the bottle next to him, taking another pull on his cigarette before ashing in the tray. He blew the smoke out slowly, letting it curl around his face and the brim of his hat as he listened to Kennedy speak. The man briefly mentioned his past, and Collin kept his face impassive as he listened. You can learn a lot about people by just sitting there watching and listening. He could tell Kennedy was trying to be sociable, as well as Miss Martin, but he frankly didn't care too much about anyone's backstory. He knew enough from their files anyway. Lily Martin, Cuban, 5 feet tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet. She had martial arts training, though the file had been pretty vague concerning her actual work experience. While he was curious to the reason she was here amongst the likes of himself and Kennedy, who both had long histories of police or military work behind them, he knew from reading the other members that there was some reason Taggart had selected her. As with all of them. He glanced her way again, pulling on his cigarette and letting the ember glow hot and bright against his face. "Thanks," he said in a rough voice, the Bostonian twang still evident even after years of living south of the city. He turned back to the bottle, taking another drink and listening to Hobbes making small talk with some of the other guests.</s>	<\|message\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard Jamie wasn't particularly enthused, so far. For the past few years, "Jay" Packard had operated as a freelance agent of sorts - taking jobs at his personal discretion and generally working under the salary from that alone. Before that, he'd been a dedicated agent for DynaCorp, one of the leading "private security" operators in the North American region, for upwards of a dozen years. The company had a certain infamy about it, recognized only by those well-ingrained in the political world, in its habit of locking down and absorbing smaller business outfits. Part of this was to expand their range of influence, the other part served to intake supplies and workers with promise of better pay and treatment. For the most part it worked, legal and ethical concerns be damned; the puppet government didn't have enough power in their hands to refuse DynaCorp's questionable practices, and the other corporations that did were either paid for their silence or sent a 'message' to ensure they didn't speak up. When he wasn't assassinating crime lords or covering drug-busting operations, Jay would occasionally find himself the 'courtier' for those certain latter instances. While DynaCorp did pay a handsome royalty to ensure the 'delivery' went as perfectly as it could, it didn't make the experiences any more desirable. Killing rabid junkies and lawless insurgents was easy and didn't need much induction - "These guys are plotting to overthrow the security of this sector, go put a stop to them," - political intrigue, meanwhile, proved much more difficult to swallow. Fortunately, servicing a company for over a decade with excellent skill in your field allowed one to be less of a beggar and more of a chooser, so to speak. Gradually, Jamie formulated a certain business plan for his own devices, and began to phase away from DynaCorp in the span of a couple years. The process wasn't so much taking matters into his own hands, but rather working as an independent agent, doing the same terror-killing missions without the concerns of inter-company power struggles. Of course, it was only a matter of time before DynaCorp themselves caught on, and at that point Jamie would be ready to defend his stake if it came to it. Rather than challenge him, however, the security agency recognized his intent and granted him that very political freedom- under several firm conditions, granted, but all the same in any case. Until recently, Jay had been somewhat enjoying this free reign to take down the many different anarchist rings at his own order for a year or so. With no company requirements or political killings to keep quota, life became relatively more simple- as much at it could get, of course, for someone who effectively served as a hitman. It was at this point that he came in contact with Councilman Tim Taggart. The man who recited all of this knowledge and more to Jamie, making quite clear his former governmental influence. Time presented the meeting as an opportunity for a soldier like Jay to make a real difference in the world again while doing the same job he'd just been doing. Jay himself interpreted as a threat to his well-being, a ransom to join this newly-founded anti-crime organization or have the secrets he was holding divulged. Who would the info go to? He couldn't know for sure; yet, Jamie was quite certain that there was more than one person (or company of persons) that would want the man dead if this knowledge was divulged to them. There was no cause driven greater than petty revenge, after all. So here Jay sat now, lounging on the couch of some messy flat of the former young police captain who was supposed to be fielding this crew. And what a crew it was- back in the day, the racial diversity of this team might have been rather praised (or just as equally hated). He was supposed to get along with this motley band of individuals? Well, it couldn't be the worst challenge of life. Just looking at this meeting place told volumes about what C.O.P.S. had to work with compared to what the program meant to do. It put the whole thing in a slightly more understandable light for Jay, so that he didn't feel exactly like he was being dragged into this against his will. Still, Jay couldn't shake off a certain feeling. Like a shirt with an itchy tag, the uncomfortable thought nagged at him. The idea that Taggart had approached him knowing everything there was to know about him didn't quite sit right in the brain. If the councilman knew all that himself, how many other people had Jay's life story recorded and up for grabs. Was this a ransom, or some secret chance for redemption? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, the saying went. As Jamie chugged half a glass of water, he tried to resolve not to think too hard about whatever implications were at stake. This was just a less-than-fancy attempt to change the face of a city, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Krauss Helfer Role: Detonator Date of Birth: January 6th, 1996 Height: 6'1 Weight: 190lbs Nationality: German Appearance: He has greyish blond hair with a rough beard. Numerous small scars dot his face, with a massive burn scar across his back. Wears the famous "Kerbos Panzer Armour" of the Wolf Brigade Civil Protection Division. This heavy armor can withstand small arms fire, explosions, and incendiary weaponry (i.e. Molotovs and such). It comes equipped with a light exoskeleton for strength boosts and bone protection, night vision, thermal vision, and a large semi-armored backpack. This backpack is specific to the armor, with a specialized machine gun ammo feeding system and explosive storage. The armor is definitely designed with the "breacher type role. Aimed at blowing a whole in a wall then brutally machine gunning down all criminals with that terrifying slightly modernized MG42 machine gun. Though the suit has its drawbacks. The narrow vision decreases the user's situational awareness. It is often described as "wearing a diving suit" as the user feels lighter, but more confined. The night vision is also a huge drawback, as it is somewhat primitive. A Kerbos Panzer can be easily caught off guard if a sudden burst of bright light hits him while in the dark, frying his goggles. Also the bulkiness of the armor makes it somewhat difficult to deal with in tight spaces. The backpack can be removed, however, for a more favorable CQC set up. Background: Krauss was borne in the former city of Munich, Germany in 1996. His father was an engineer who has been helping with redesigning factories to be more efficient while his mother was, oddly enough, a professional hunter and active conservationist. His parents were, needless to say, an odd pair indeed and had a great impact on Krauss's outlook. He grew up learning about the construction of various mass production machines to how to steady a rifle after a jog. His father was a staunch industrial list/capitalist, always saying that market must always remain free of pesky government oversight, trying to teach Kruass the value of economics, efficiency, and entrepreneurship. The mother was more socialist, warning of the coming times of corporate take overs and always teaching Kruass about hunting, the circle of life, and the values of preserving nature as a whole. His parents would constantly argue, debate, and butt heads with each other, with Kruass often playing mediator or peace keeper. Despite these two very different personalities, they loved each other very much, and loved their son even more. It wasn't that surprising when Kruass went on to go to a military academy then join the European Defense Coalition. It was originally formed way back in 2000 as a way to try an stem the rising tide of decent and distrust. An European Homeland security force of sorts, tasked with keeping things peaceful. However, it did not last very long, with most of the organization falling into heavy corruption and infighting for funds. The one branch that maintained its original purpose was the Wolf Brigade. The Wolf Brigade was a special attack group, much like the US's SWAT, only more heavily armored and armed. They were given strike missions, always on the offensive. A special breed of warriors, ones who bonded with each other. This bond carried through with the collapse of the EDC, with the Wolf Brigade Division being soon formed. A private military company, specializing in hunting down and uprooting insurgent groups and cartels. If these guys were kicking down your door, you should be flattered, cause that means someone wants you very dead. Kruass was indoctrinated into this group before the fall, joining the pack and fitting right in. He was attracted to this role as he felt like a peace keeper, a protector against anarchy and chaos. Soon he was rebased and given a new role and job, to help the..... uniquely named C.O.P.S. in getting they're organization off the ground. Neo Bay was ripe for some insurgent removal, with all sorts of foreign cartels moving into town. Kruass relished in the challenge and took the job immediately, moving to the city with his equipment to take down these bastards. So despite his scary, terminator type getup, Kruass his here to PROTECT and SERVE! No more, no less! Theme Song: Wilbert Eckart: House of the Rising Sun (Haus in Neu-Berlin) I like to imagine Kruass slowly strolling through a warehouse of criminals, humming this song as he guns down cartel smugglers. But when things get serious: Prototype - Wolfenstein The New Order OST</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "I thought you went off the record after that most recent gang bust. I would have thought you were in danger with the underbosses looking for revenge....Tim got you involved in this, what does he want with us two?" Collin pushed the brim of his ballcap up a bit with one index finger, revealing more of his face. His green eyes fell on Yancy, and he gave a wry smile at the man's slightly stuttering speech. By the sound, and smell, of him Yancy was either still drunk or just recently sobering up. Collin checked his watch, seeing it as just a bit before midnight. Yea, that sounds about right. Taggart had probably picked him up in the middle of another bender. Being Friday that usually meant lots of teary war stories. Hence why Collin avoided the Red Raven on Fridays. As Mack continued to look around the room with a look of shock and disorientation Collin spoke up, for only the second time since entering the room. Blowing out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils he addressed the distressed ex-cop. "I did go underground, and thought that I did a good job of it too. It's been about 4 years, and yet still somehow that Taggart found me. I don't like it, but the offer he gave was a little too good to just pass up without a second glace," he finished, pulling on the cigarette again and noticing the ember was just about to the filter. He stubbed the butt out and watched as another person entered. That would make seven, and the small female that looked uncomfortable and shy could be none other than Miss Valeriya Ilyushin. Her file, like most of the others, was lacking in their background, but he knew that she was the driver of this group. She had a string of racing awards under her belt, as well as plenty of time under the hood of a car. His appraisal of the new arrival was interrupted by Hobbes pulling a gigantic trunk into the living space. When the huge box was opened, even Collins stoic demeanor cracked as he gave a low whistle. Hobbes and Taggart had somehow smuggled what equated to a small arsenal inside the box. It was stuffed with weapons of all different types, and Hobbes hefted a long rifle towards Packard. The weapon looked mean and military grade, though Collin had absolutely no idea what it was. It didn't look like anything he had seen on the streets before, let alone anything he had seen any of the various PMC forces carrying in Neo-Bay. His question was answered when Hobbes mentioned that the custom rifle had been stolen from the Japanese, meaning that it was likely a secret prototype the Japs had been developing. He took another sip of the whiskey, but set it down behind him in order to keep his body between the alcohol and Yancy. The guy didn't look like he needed anything else to drink any time soon.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin The glass was empty by this point, and Lily contemplated getting another drink of whisky. Just as she started to weigh the pros and cons of being even more intoxicated around all these strangers, in walked Craig dragging a container that was surely heavier than he was. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his struggle, although her smile didn't last long once she made out what was in the box. A little lump formed in her throat at the realization that things were becoming very real, rather fast. Her mind now cluttered with too many thoughts, Lily didn't notice someone approaching her until they were right behind her. Craig again...that sneaky bastard. He spoke to her in a hushed tone, and she got a racing pulse once some of his words registered. "...you are acting commander of this squad..." She muttered some nonsense reply when he was done talking, even though his words stayed with her. She watched him walk away as if this little announcement wasn't going to have an impact on everyone in the room. Lucky for her, she realized that it wasn't her decision to let the others know, so she kept her mouth shut and just stared in Mack's general direction. You better sober up quick, she thought, because all this responsibility that was just dumped on me could end tragically for us all.</s> <\|message\|>Lee Zao Allen- -Lee Zao Allen- -"The Martial"- --- --- Most news was never good news, although it made sense that bad news was entertaining news. To be honest, the bad news was the only reason anyone looked to watch news. Lee scratched his head despondently, enjoying the knowledge that he gained from the anchors' monotonous voice. Despite the unusual pleasure and enjoyment that Lee derived the news, he tore his eyes away from it, glancing at the arrival of Mack Yancey. He was a fairly tall African American man with blue eyes of all things, a rare occurrence, most likely a genetic mutation. Lee could only assume. Despite Macks arrival, Lee remained in his seat. He leaned back further into the soft cushions of the couch and closed his eyes, letting the news anchors words and the word of the other operatives in the room wash over him, occasionally interrupting his meditation to drink from the glass of cold water that he had been given. He could hear the hustle and bustle and clinking of glass coming from the kitchen. He found it unusual how people could resort to drinking so quickly. These were supposed to be professionals, if the job was to hard and they needed to numb the pain that it caused, this wasn't the best line of work for them. Lee made no move to voice his opinions on the habits of killers though, he had no right to. When the scraping of the weapon box that Craig carried stopped and was opened Lee couldn't help but smile from his place on the couch. Due to the comments of Craig, he was fairly sure that it was a box was full of weapons. He was also sure that there would be a weapon that he would find appropriate when the crowd that surrounded it left, trying to avoid having to leave his comfortable spot on the couch. Lee simply opted to listen to the conversations of those around him, get to know them before he took the time to actually speak with anyone. The power of observation was a powerful tool.</s>	<\|message\|>Krauss Helfer The middle aged man of the Wolf Brigade had remained oddly silent as his future team members arrived in the apartment. Perhaps he was keeping his cool, feeling out the situation. An experienced veteran of insurgent hunting and counter intelligence would know when to observe and when to act. Maybe he was deep in thought, planning already as to how he was going to perform in his role of the team, how each member of the team would either hold him back, or propel him further. No, the slight grimace on his face meant something more, something that only a seasoned warrior such as himself could know. Krauss was experiencing jet lag. It had been a long, nonstop flight from New Munich to Neo Bay as he had only just arrived state side yesterday. The experience was terrible for poor Krauss, as not only was he not really one for flying, but his flight had mistakenly put him in "Business" rather than first class, forcing him to sit behind the obnoxiously loud family, between the loud snoring old man and the fat lady, and in front of the five year old kicking his seat and generally being what Krauss called "A little shithead". So between a horrible flight and adjusting to the new timezone, Krauss was not in a particularly social mood at his point. It wasn't too long ago when his company had been contacted by a certain councilman of Neo Bay. He had requested that one their own join this newly founded organization to help reestablish some sense of order and justice in the city, something right up the Wolf Brigade's ally. Kruass had volunteered, relishing in the challenge that such a foreign land would present. He had mainly operated in Europe both before and while working for the wolves, so the environment and the people were all very new to say the least. His team seemed like an odd bunch of individuals, each with their own story to tell. Krauss wondered as to what that story was. With such a diverse team like this, he wondered how will they actually come together as one team, or how they will properly bond. A worrisome thought for another time, as just then the supposed leader of the group had entered this messy apartment. Michael Raymond Yancy, or simply known as "Mack Yancy". A former SWAT now turned.... well Krauss didn't need to even stand next to the man to smell the alcohol wafting off of him. From his briefing, Krauss had learned somewhat about how Neo Bay's police force had all been essentially disbanded, and it seemed this particular cop didn't take it too well. Normally, one would be concerned about this. After all, this drunk, washout SWAT guy was to be his new acting team leader? However, the very fact that he had taking the disbanding of the police force so hard, the fact that he had shown up here, could not help but make Krauss smile a little. Mack Yancy was a man who stood for justice, and these actions made it obvious. Krauss sighed and got up from his chair, the feelings of air sickness and fatigue still fading. The man who had been hosting the group had dragged a large trunk into the room. Upon revealing it contents, Krauss nodded in approval at the selection, finally speaking up for the first time. "Well..." he picked up on of the machine guns of the crate, holding it surprisingly lightly as he examined the weapon. "Hmm.... yes, just as I feared. These weapons, this stockpile, I fear that we might outclass our enemies quite a bit here. I was hoping for a challenge." He said with a smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Kumanu Gender: Male Element: Ice Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless) Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon. Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process. Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way. Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi. Relationships: • Other PCs – see below • One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team. • Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao Hura: Suavo: Vhis: Velhni: Tyro: Journal: Nothing as yet. Bag: • A wallet containing 20 widgets • Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport • A pack of cards • Water bottle • Pen and paper • Gafna treats</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The blue and white Vo-Matoran muttered to herself as she knelt a little ways down an alley away from the main pathways and roads of Fe-Congro, where she was knelt in front of an unassuming piece of machinery, one of the connecting points for the powercables running underneath Kongero Nui. She'd much rather be out exploring the pre-festivity town as everyone prepares, but she'd gotten stuck making sure the connection points for the power cables were all working properly and everything was switched on. Sometimes she would run into annoying rodent rahi chewing on the cables, but fortunately this particular transformer seemed to be in order. As soon as Velhni was done inspecting the transformer and replacing the paneling she hopped onto her customized mag-bike, zooming out into the streets towards the next transformer like a blue and white blur, hoping to get her work done as fast as she could so she could adventure through the Fe-Matoran shops to pine over the mastercrafted tools she's sure she'll never be able to afford.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro An orange and white Su-Matoran scrounged through a pile of junk, seeking a random assortment of items that more then likely would simply be melted down and re purposed. A few rare items might be kept in an brief attempt to see what he could do with it. Most were preparing for the festivities that would be starting soon. He wasn't as interested about them though he agreed to go reluctantly for a friend. Until then he would continue his usually daily tasks, keeping an optimistic attitude of finding something unique or rare though chances were highly against him. He eventually decided the pile was hopeless for him and left it gathering what he had found and packing it up before making his way back to the living areas for the Su-Matoran of Su-Congro. Most of the buildings seemingly were haphazardly put together, made of the junk that was dumped there but they were all sturdy and strong. It was quieter then the usual hustle and bustle of Su-Matoran. He made his way to where parts would be melted, perhaps getting a few widgets out of the items he had scrounged up.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid. No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again.</s> <\|message\|>Vhis Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day. The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth. De-Congro "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival." The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench. "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?" The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away. "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor. "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna. 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." ----- Bo-Congro The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly. "Well, I live here," he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to." After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.</s>	<\|message\|>Kumanu The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight. The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.</s>
<\|description\|>Kumanu Gender: Male Element: Ice Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless) Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon. Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process. Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way. Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi. Relationships: • Other PCs – see below • One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team. • Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao Hura: Suavo: Vhis: Velhni: Tyro: Journal: Nothing as yet. Bag: • A wallet containing 20 widgets • Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport • A pack of cards • Water bottle • Pen and paper • Gafna treats</s> <\|message\|>Hura The Turaga very soon was off, making his rounds as did his colleagues every year during the Red Star Festival. The Ce-Matoran, who had been talking off Hura's audio ports, only noticed this in passing, but she didn't worry. She could always meet him at the temple tomorrow. In the midst of the sea of phrases and unanswerable string of questions, the Bo-Matoran heard a familiar voice. Tilting his head, he saw a very familiar mask and Kanoka sling on a Ko-Matoran who had been for a moment behind him, but the conversation with the Ce-Matoran had turned, leaving them the other way around. "Kumanu?" he called out, peaking between the shoulders of a flamboyant Ba-Matoran and a rather interested Vo-Matoran- this surely looked like the friendly, if somewhat ominous, Ko-Matoran whom he had met only a few days ago, "Oh, this is-" he began, but as he turned, the Ce-Matoran was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with the group of others that had gathered as the crowd thinned slightly between shows- the various Matoran meandering towards vendors' shops or to the temporary food stalls. Hura was left looking about rather puzzledly, before he caught wind of their conversation. "What are three as the Virtues?" queried the Matoran of the Green.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Before Velhni could get a word in(quite a surprise for the quick-talking Vo-Matoran) Suavo had eagerly pulled in a third Matoran, a Ko-Matoran by the look of him, which seemed to only add to the confusion about the number of Toa Stones. Seconds later they were joined by a fourth, she guessed a Bo-matoran, though she supposed he could be a particularly blue Le-Matoran. That was of course dashed when he spoke. Definitely a Bo-Matoran, she thought to herself. "Hey, I can answer that! The three virtues are Unity, Duty, and Destiny! The three things all Matoran are supposed to strive for." She turned back to Suavo and, trying to reveal as little about their planned excursion. "I didn't know we were betting, but tell you what. If you win, I'll teach you how to ride a mag-bike, and if I win, you teach me that trick." She said with a smirk. Finally, turning back to their new arrivals, she reached out a hand in greeting. "I'm Velhni by the way, and the rambunctious gentleman here is Suavo."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu Suavo was grinning like a madman as more Matoran were drawn into their little circle. That could only make for more excitement."Indeed I am" he confirmed in response to Velhni's introduction, the continued "And you, my friend, have a bet. "Hang on now, what's the bet here?" Kumanu interrupted. "That stone (or stones) is over a thousand years old, and haven't been seen by anyone in most of that time. You can't just summon them out and count because you feel like it." "...Not exactly" Suavo reluctantly agreed, "But they're probably in the Great Temple somewhere, and with so much going on in Fe-Congro tonight, there won't be much of anyone looking around there. Velhni and I are going to sneak in and take a look around, maybe do some counting, and then come back here with no-one any the wiser." He let the statement hang in the air, guaging the other Matorans' reactions. "If you two would also like to join the wager, you're more than welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura tapped his mask in thought, then shuffled slightly closer to the group as the crowd had thinned down to just a few other stragglers and the conspiring Matoran. "It was heard in Bo-Congro by me myself that heroes came out of the Wahi, from the fires and grounds and skies, or fell out of the Sea in great canisters as Toa." He then paused a moment, a particular Kanohi on display down the way catching his attention before he was able to re-focus, rubbing the side of his mask near the blue stripe. Hura cleared his vocal modulator, "But, if Toa were real... surely we'd see one. Wouldn't someone?"</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni sighed and shook her head. It seemed Suavo was even less subtle than she was. She just hoped her new pals outburst didn't attract the wrong kind of attention. "Well, looks like we've got one for six, one for one, and one for three. What about you, plantboy?" She looked to Hura with a curious expression. It was unsurprising that Vo-Matoran rarely bonded with their plant brothers, considering the fast, excitable nature of Lightning and the slow, calculating manner often expressed by Matoran of Plantlife. Well there aren't any Toa. Just maybe some magic rocks.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The small Matoran returned the curious look on the blue mask with one of his own. This is why he didn't come into the city very much. There were far too many things going on for one to really think things out, and often it appeared that many would jump to conclusions. His hand tapped the lower edge of his mask, while the domed top and fringed bottom of the Kanohi down the path twinkled. For a split second, Hura's gaze lifted towards the mask in question, before his pondering expression returned. "I'm not sure there are Toa, or Toa stones," he answered after a short while, "So I can not say."</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "There are no Toa, now" Kumanu agreed, "But that's because they aren't needed. The Turaga teach that Toa are agents of Destiny. They spring up in times of need, or when great things are afoot, and then they use their strength to do the will of Mata Nui." "Kongero Nui has been at peace for many years, and so there has been no need for Toa and we haven't seen any. This doesn't mean there won't be Toa again if something happens to bring them back. Just because you have never seen a Toa doesn't mean that they won't come to help us when we need it." The Ko-Matoran was confident in his speech as he explained these things to the other Matoran. It was a comforting thought, he found, that help was never too far away. He didn't know what kind of thing might prompt Toa to return to the world, but it made him feel secure to know that they were available nonetheless. If Kongero Nui faced true peril, these wise, storng beings would step in to solve things that were beyond Matoran like himself.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni was starting to rock back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her as she leaned sideways closer to Suavo. "I get you want to be the center of attention Suavo, but did you have to bring these guys into it? I don't think they're quite the betting type."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu "Yeah, I think you're right" Suavo admitted with a sigh. "Well, their loss".He turned back to the Ko-Matoran and the Bo-Matoran, and adderessed them with a musty old voice and a stony expression."Thank you, oh Great Explainer, for your wisdom" he intoned, "But since you are so terribly boring, I'm afraid you are no longer welcome in this conversation. Do take your hesitant friend with you, as well." So saying, Suavo quickly took Kumanu by the shoulders and spun him around, pointing the taller matoran away from the rest of them. The Ko-Matoran turned back over his shoulder to give Suavo a glare like an ice wind, but did not protest further. It would be pointless, he realised. He had other things to do anyway, and it probably would be good to keep the little Bo-Matoran out of trouble. "Come on, Hura. Let's go. It wasn't until the pair were well away and had disappeared into the mass of festival-goers that Suavo bent to pick up what Kumanu had left behind. When Suavo had grabbed him, a kanoka had spun free from his bag and fallen to the ground. As he examined it now, Suavo saw that it was a specialised akilini disk, with grooves moulded into the top for a player's feet, and a power code 447. "Their loss" he repeated, smiling as he tapped the disk to his chest. The kanoka's power felt like a splash of cold water across his face as it took effect, but as it faded he felt sharper and more alert. This would work out just fine, he thought. Who cared about those old stick-in-the-muds? An hour later, Kumanu fumed in frustration as he paced up and down a locker room at the Fe-Congro Akilini arena. He couldn't find one of his disks, and as each new search proved fruitless, he bet he knew where it was now. That remove poison disk had been one of his favourites, almost a lucky charm that he used for matches. Now it was in the hands of that stupid little gambler who had accosted him and Hura after the play. It rankled him to think he had lost it over something so small, and to such an infuriating matoran. He would play with a replacement disk, of course: there were plenty of others around the arena. In truth, many would be just as good as his own. There wasn't anything for him to do about it now, and his team would need him to have him mind on the game. Still, as he walked out with the five other Ko-Matoran, a plan was beginning to crystallise in his mind. Once this game was over, he would find Hura in the stands and then... A grim grin graced his mask. Yes, then he would see about getting his disk back.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The remark from the showy Ba-Matoran caused Hura to shoot him a rather sharp glower. The shift in demeanor was swift, and the gaze could almost be seen, as his glowing yellow eyes narrowed. He was about to say something, but by the time the Bo-Matoran raised his hand, the mysterious performer and his Vo-Matoran cohort had vanished. Feeling rather miffed, Hura began to walk away, when the mask down the way once again caught his eye. A few moments later, and he was scooping a pile of the widgets that he had brought into the hand of a Fe-Matoran. The shop keeper smiled, handing him the ornamental mask. Knowing he could change his own, but also that he would need someone else to replace it, he hooked it to the inside of his pouch, but not before holding it to his face for a moment.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Fe-Congro, Two Hours to Sunset Kumanu The match was over. It had been a good one, Kumanu thought, with both teams playing well and providing the audience with an exciting demonstration of skill. For once, the matoran hadn't been competing for prestige or position in the league, but playing for enjoyment and to honour the Great Spirit by their hard work, athleticism and artistry. Most of the crowd had dispersed now, with many moving on to a concert to be given by an orchestra from De-Congro. Still, Kumanu's eyes scanned across the stands for a familiar mask: he had arranged to meet up with Hura in the stands after the match. Spotting the diminutive Bo-matoran standing beside a heavy-set Ta-matoran, he hurried over. "Hi there, Hura" he called, waving as he made his way over. "That was a good match, wasn't it? Anyway, you remember those crooks who grabbed us earlier about the Toa Stone? The little one stole my best disk. So anyway, I want to spoil their fun, and give them a bit of karma while getting my disk back. Are you up for helping me there? For justice?"</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura crouched on the constructed benches of stone after the Kohli game, not entirely sure of what he had just seen. In the middle of his musings, the Bo-Matoran was suddenly approached, and subsequently startled, by an increasingly familiar face. His hand moved thoughtfully to the side of his mask, his fingers rapping against its hard surface as they did when in thought. So much was said that the more rural Matoran was not entirely sure he had followed. However, the last set of phrases he was able to catch were ones he understood. "It would be dutiful to return a lost item... Though I don't think it fair to call one 'thief'."</s>	<\|message\|>Kumanu "He stole my disk, Hura." Kumanu stated forcefully. "He grabbed me, spun me round and grabbed it out of my bag. That makes him a thief. That means I'm going to get him caught. Can I count on your help, or not?" The Ko-Matoran stood back and regarded him with hard yes, and arms crossed while he waited for a response.</s>
<\|description\|>Velhni Element: Lightning Mask: Kanohi Kamel, Mask of Sensory Aptitude Gender: Female Appearance: Occupation: Racer/mechanic. Velhni is a young prodigy in the Vo-Matoran pioneered sport of Lightning Racing, where Matoran drive custom made vehicles that electromagnetically "ride" along the underground powerlines that stretch over the landscape. In terms of a more practical job to benefit the city, Velhni works as a mechanic alongside many other Vo-Matoran tending to the powerlines and lightning coils that power the city, and applies this knowledge to customizing her mag-bike. Description: Velhni tends to be a bit rash and headstrong, and has a tendency to be somewhat overconfident especially in her racing skills. She's almost as good at getting out of trouble as she is at getting into it, but she has suffered a few wounds to both the ego and her armor. She's generally friendly and outgoing in her interactions with other Matoran, though many find her particularly fast, rambling manner of speaking to be annoying. She's also incapable of standing still, and fidgets obviously when stuck in one place. Tools: Velhni is never seen without a heavily customized adjustable wrench. Otherwise she keeps a toolbelt with a variety of useful mechanics tools when she's working, and keeps larger, specialized tools at her home. Relationships: Velhni has recently struck up a friendship with Suavo. Journal: Bag: Toolbelt Custom wrench A handful of widgets</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The blue and white Vo-Matoran muttered to herself as she knelt a little ways down an alley away from the main pathways and roads of Fe-Congro, where she was knelt in front of an unassuming piece of machinery, one of the connecting points for the powercables running underneath Kongero Nui. She'd much rather be out exploring the pre-festivity town as everyone prepares, but she'd gotten stuck making sure the connection points for the power cables were all working properly and everything was switched on. Sometimes she would run into annoying rodent rahi chewing on the cables, but fortunately this particular transformer seemed to be in order. As soon as Velhni was done inspecting the transformer and replacing the paneling she hopped onto her customized mag-bike, zooming out into the streets towards the next transformer like a blue and white blur, hoping to get her work done as fast as she could so she could adventure through the Fe-Matoran shops to pine over the mastercrafted tools she's sure she'll never be able to afford.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro An orange and white Su-Matoran scrounged through a pile of junk, seeking a random assortment of items that more then likely would simply be melted down and re purposed. A few rare items might be kept in an brief attempt to see what he could do with it. Most were preparing for the festivities that would be starting soon. He wasn't as interested about them though he agreed to go reluctantly for a friend. Until then he would continue his usually daily tasks, keeping an optimistic attitude of finding something unique or rare though chances were highly against him. He eventually decided the pile was hopeless for him and left it gathering what he had found and packing it up before making his way back to the living areas for the Su-Matoran of Su-Congro. Most of the buildings seemingly were haphazardly put together, made of the junk that was dumped there but they were all sturdy and strong. It was quieter then the usual hustle and bustle of Su-Matoran. He made his way to where parts would be melted, perhaps getting a few widgets out of the items he had scrounged up.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid. No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again.</s> <\|message\|>Vhis Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day. The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth. De-Congro "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival." The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench. "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?" The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away. "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor. "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna. 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." ----- Bo-Congro The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly. "Well, I live here," he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to." After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight. The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The lightning matoran zoomed through the back streets of Fe-Congro, the nature of her bike allowing her to pay somewhat less attention to actually driving, since it followed a track of sorts. When she turned onto a market street her mind began to wander and she examined the Fe-Matoran crafted tools displayed in the stalls until she was jerked back to reality by her bikes collision detection warning. It was designed to stop the bike before hitting anything, but the sudden stop sent the distracted Vo-Matoran flying forwards, colliding with a purple and orange Matoran. As soon as she recovered, Velhni jumped back onto her feet, offering a hand to her accidental victim. "Oh Spirits I'm so so so sorry! Are you alright? You're not hurt right?"</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo dusted himself off after the fall and then took the other matoran's hand, pulling himself to his feet. "No, nothing broken" Suavo assured her, straightening his mask."But hey, cool bike you've got there. How fast can you make it go?" Already, he was examining the vehicle, admiring its aerodynamic shape and complex control panel.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni Velhni's face brightened when the Gravity matoran confirmed he was alright, and a grin started to spread across her face when he expressed interest in her bike. "Well, it kinda depends on the location," She motioned to the magnetic 'wheels' along the base. "Around here the electric cables from Vo-Congro are underground so I can't go as fast, but there are some places around the island where I can really open her up, and then not even the fastest Le-congran birds can even hope to match it," She said with an almost maniacal grin showing through her mask.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Oh yeah! Now this was cool. All of Suavo's previous annoyance at getting lost drained away as he looked at the bike, as did all of his other plans for this evening. He may have gotten knocked down, but now it seemed that fate was determined to make up for that, and was doing a damn good job. He would have to thank his lucky stars later, but for now he was determined to just enjoy the ride. "No way!" he breathed, while not doubting her at all. Then, with an equally manic grin, he looked her stright in the mask and challenged, "Would you show me?"</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro Without much of a word, having since approached the glowing tree, Hura slowly brought his somewhat lanky arms and legs around the tree's trunk, and began shimmying up the sacred bark. About half way up, he carefully drew his grabbing stick from his back, steadying it in his left hand, while he ascended towards the glowing sustainance above. A moment later and the Vutta Maca fruit was in reach. After a few unsteady passes, the glowing fruit was seized in the scoops of Hura's picker, and gently plucked. Hanging on with his legs, the Bo-Matoran slipped the fruit into the pouch he carried, before beginning to slide back down the tree's bark.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni One of Velhni's hands reached back to sheepishly rub the back of her head when she spoke in response. "Wellll, I'm actually supposed to be checking on all the power stations in Fe-Congro to make sure nothing breaks for the big Festival... But you're welcome to tag along! And once I've taken care of repairs we could take a quick trip to Vo-Congro and back!" As she finished her sentence, the energetic Vo-Matoran hopped back onto her bike, turning to Suavo to see if he would join her, and offering the second seat behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo "Yeah, sure, no problem" Suavo replied as he took hold of Velhni's hand for the second time and swung up onto the motorcycle behind her. "I've just come from the festival grounds, actually, because I'll be performing there later in the week. If we have to go back there, I'm sure I could snag a spare helmet to go riding." In truth, Suavo was pretty sure that the serious, hard-working builder-matoran setting up back the the festival would get rather grumpy if he tried to swipe one of their helmets. Still, any carnival performer worth their salt knew a bit about directing an audience's attention, and moving it away from where the real "magic" was happening. If asking nicely didn't work, he would get a helmet some other way.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro Tyro Tyro made his way through the maze of jumbled streets of Su-Congro. He was disappointed by the scrap he had found, a month ago perhaps he would of gotten more for it but depending on the material brought in and the amount given to be melted down, the price a Su-Congro would get for what they brought from the junk fields fluctuated at a rather constant rate. Today had ended not as great as he had hoped but he could always look forward to tomorrow. Besides with the festival a few days away, there was no point in being down. He sped up his step deciding that if he was done hunting for scrap he could at least look into one of the neighboring Congro sections, perhaps his favorite being that of Fe-Congro and seeing the intricate craftsman-smith of those that lived there.</s>	<\|message\|>Velhni Once Suavo was sitting on the bike behind her, she turned her attentions to the controls and twisting the handlebars to cause the bikes repulsors to hum to life, raising the bike up about a foot off the ground over a few seconds and slowly picking up forward momentum though she hadn't activated the magnetic drive. Velhni double checked their course before pressing down on a foot pedal, sending a reverberating hum through the bike as it latched onto the cable underground and began to speed up much faster. The bike was surprisingly quiet, only emitting a deep, rumbling hum as the engines drove them forwards and taking sharp turns with ease. Thanks to the bikes quiet nature they were still able to talk without raising their voices too much. "Y'know, I don't think I ever caught your name. I'm Velhni by the way, mechanic and racer extraordinaire."</s>
<\|description\|>Hura Element: Plantlife Mask: Powerless Kanohi Rode- Mask of Truth ----- The Powerless Kanohi Rode has a similar appearance to a Powerless Rau, but lacking the line like marking, and being held closer to the face. ----- While Hura believes this to be a Kanohi Rode, it is, in fact, made of an unknown Kanoka composition. Gender: Male Appearance: Hura is a small looking, compact Matoran with dark green armor. His mask has blue stripes painted near the cheek area, and his knees, fingers, eyes, and the toes of his boots are a light blue (translucent cyan in the set,) and what isn't armored of his arms and legs has a dark grey color. Occupation: Hura works as an apprentice for an apothecary in Bo -Congro. Description: An inhabitant of Bo-Congro, Hura lives a quiet life, away from the city's center. Most of his time mid-day is spent foraging for various plants, and harvesting their fruits, seeds, roots, stems, and leaves for the local apothecary. While he is neither the strongest or most swift of his peers, he makes up for it by taking his time, and acting deliberately. His Kanohi Rode and its twin marks remind him how plants can be deceiving. While not the most apt for physical activities, he does enjoy the outside air, and watching small Rahi amongst the trees of his home in the foothills. Tools: Grabbing Staff- A scissor shaped handle, onto which a spoon like head is set, used to pluck and scoop various fruits and other parts of plants. Relationships Kumanu "I think I've seen him Bo-Congro-side before. Always bringing back some Rahi or another. Sometimes they're not even from The Green, like Spiny Stone Apes, or Nui Jaga. I don't know who tells him to do what, or how he gets them to stop moving long enough to drag them here. They scare me some times, the Rahi. Not the Barkas, no, but the big ones, Ash Bears and Nui-Jaga. A little too big for a small Matoran. Sometimes I worry about Kumanu, but the city's not worth digging in to to find out why he's about so much." Suavo Vhis Tyro Velhni Journal Bag A shard of a Ta-Congro crucible used as a makeshift mortar (x1) Pestle (x1) Double Pocket Pouch (for Pestle and Mortar Shard, and returning plant samples)(x1)</s> <\|message\|>Hura The Turaga very soon was off, making his rounds as did his colleagues every year during the Red Star Festival. The Ce-Matoran, who had been talking off Hura's audio ports, only noticed this in passing, but she didn't worry. She could always meet him at the temple tomorrow. In the midst of the sea of phrases and unanswerable string of questions, the Bo-Matoran heard a familiar voice. Tilting his head, he saw a very familiar mask and Kanoka sling on a Ko-Matoran who had been for a moment behind him, but the conversation with the Ce-Matoran had turned, leaving them the other way around. "Kumanu?" he called out, peaking between the shoulders of a flamboyant Ba-Matoran and a rather interested Vo-Matoran- this surely looked like the friendly, if somewhat ominous, Ko-Matoran whom he had met only a few days ago, "Oh, this is-" he began, but as he turned, the Ce-Matoran was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with the group of others that had gathered as the crowd thinned slightly between shows- the various Matoran meandering towards vendors' shops or to the temporary food stalls. Hura was left looking about rather puzzledly, before he caught wind of their conversation. "What are three as the Virtues?" queried the Matoran of the Green.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Before Velhni could get a word in(quite a surprise for the quick-talking Vo-Matoran) Suavo had eagerly pulled in a third Matoran, a Ko-Matoran by the look of him, which seemed to only add to the confusion about the number of Toa Stones. Seconds later they were joined by a fourth, she guessed a Bo-matoran, though she supposed he could be a particularly blue Le-Matoran. That was of course dashed when he spoke. Definitely a Bo-Matoran, she thought to herself. "Hey, I can answer that! The three virtues are Unity, Duty, and Destiny! The three things all Matoran are supposed to strive for." She turned back to Suavo and, trying to reveal as little about their planned excursion. "I didn't know we were betting, but tell you what. If you win, I'll teach you how to ride a mag-bike, and if I win, you teach me that trick." She said with a smirk. Finally, turning back to their new arrivals, she reached out a hand in greeting. "I'm Velhni by the way, and the rambunctious gentleman here is Suavo."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu Suavo was grinning like a madman as more Matoran were drawn into their little circle. That could only make for more excitement."Indeed I am" he confirmed in response to Velhni's introduction, the continued "And you, my friend, have a bet. "Hang on now, what's the bet here?" Kumanu interrupted. "That stone (or stones) is over a thousand years old, and haven't been seen by anyone in most of that time. You can't just summon them out and count because you feel like it." "...Not exactly" Suavo reluctantly agreed, "But they're probably in the Great Temple somewhere, and with so much going on in Fe-Congro tonight, there won't be much of anyone looking around there. Velhni and I are going to sneak in and take a look around, maybe do some counting, and then come back here with no-one any the wiser." He let the statement hang in the air, guaging the other Matorans' reactions. "If you two would also like to join the wager, you're more than welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura tapped his mask in thought, then shuffled slightly closer to the group as the crowd had thinned down to just a few other stragglers and the conspiring Matoran. "It was heard in Bo-Congro by me myself that heroes came out of the Wahi, from the fires and grounds and skies, or fell out of the Sea in great canisters as Toa." He then paused a moment, a particular Kanohi on display down the way catching his attention before he was able to re-focus, rubbing the side of his mask near the blue stripe. Hura cleared his vocal modulator, "But, if Toa were real... surely we'd see one. Wouldn't someone?"</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni sighed and shook her head. It seemed Suavo was even less subtle than she was. She just hoped her new pals outburst didn't attract the wrong kind of attention. "Well, looks like we've got one for six, one for one, and one for three. What about you, plantboy?" She looked to Hura with a curious expression. It was unsurprising that Vo-Matoran rarely bonded with their plant brothers, considering the fast, excitable nature of Lightning and the slow, calculating manner often expressed by Matoran of Plantlife. Well there aren't any Toa. Just maybe some magic rocks.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The small Matoran returned the curious look on the blue mask with one of his own. This is why he didn't come into the city very much. There were far too many things going on for one to really think things out, and often it appeared that many would jump to conclusions. His hand tapped the lower edge of his mask, while the domed top and fringed bottom of the Kanohi down the path twinkled. For a split second, Hura's gaze lifted towards the mask in question, before his pondering expression returned. "I'm not sure there are Toa, or Toa stones," he answered after a short while, "So I can not say."</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "There are no Toa, now" Kumanu agreed, "But that's because they aren't needed. The Turaga teach that Toa are agents of Destiny. They spring up in times of need, or when great things are afoot, and then they use their strength to do the will of Mata Nui." "Kongero Nui has been at peace for many years, and so there has been no need for Toa and we haven't seen any. This doesn't mean there won't be Toa again if something happens to bring them back. Just because you have never seen a Toa doesn't mean that they won't come to help us when we need it." The Ko-Matoran was confident in his speech as he explained these things to the other Matoran. It was a comforting thought, he found, that help was never too far away. He didn't know what kind of thing might prompt Toa to return to the world, but it made him feel secure to know that they were available nonetheless. If Kongero Nui faced true peril, these wise, storng beings would step in to solve things that were beyond Matoran like himself.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni was starting to rock back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her as she leaned sideways closer to Suavo. "I get you want to be the center of attention Suavo, but did you have to bring these guys into it? I don't think they're quite the betting type."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu "Yeah, I think you're right" Suavo admitted with a sigh. "Well, their loss".He turned back to the Ko-Matoran and the Bo-Matoran, and adderessed them with a musty old voice and a stony expression."Thank you, oh Great Explainer, for your wisdom" he intoned, "But since you are so terribly boring, I'm afraid you are no longer welcome in this conversation. Do take your hesitant friend with you, as well." So saying, Suavo quickly took Kumanu by the shoulders and spun him around, pointing the taller matoran away from the rest of them. The Ko-Matoran turned back over his shoulder to give Suavo a glare like an ice wind, but did not protest further. It would be pointless, he realised. He had other things to do anyway, and it probably would be good to keep the little Bo-Matoran out of trouble. "Come on, Hura. Let's go. It wasn't until the pair were well away and had disappeared into the mass of festival-goers that Suavo bent to pick up what Kumanu had left behind. When Suavo had grabbed him, a kanoka had spun free from his bag and fallen to the ground. As he examined it now, Suavo saw that it was a specialised akilini disk, with grooves moulded into the top for a player's feet, and a power code 447. "Their loss" he repeated, smiling as he tapped the disk to his chest. The kanoka's power felt like a splash of cold water across his face as it took effect, but as it faded he felt sharper and more alert. This would work out just fine, he thought. Who cared about those old stick-in-the-muds? An hour later, Kumanu fumed in frustration as he paced up and down a locker room at the Fe-Congro Akilini arena. He couldn't find one of his disks, and as each new search proved fruitless, he bet he knew where it was now. That remove poison disk had been one of his favourites, almost a lucky charm that he used for matches. Now it was in the hands of that stupid little gambler who had accosted him and Hura after the play. It rankled him to think he had lost it over something so small, and to such an infuriating matoran. He would play with a replacement disk, of course: there were plenty of others around the arena. In truth, many would be just as good as his own. There wasn't anything for him to do about it now, and his team would need him to have him mind on the game. Still, as he walked out with the five other Ko-Matoran, a plan was beginning to crystallise in his mind. Once this game was over, he would find Hura in the stands and then... A grim grin graced his mask. Yes, then he would see about getting his disk back.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The remark from the showy Ba-Matoran caused Hura to shoot him a rather sharp glower. The shift in demeanor was swift, and the gaze could almost be seen, as his glowing yellow eyes narrowed. He was about to say something, but by the time the Bo-Matoran raised his hand, the mysterious performer and his Vo-Matoran cohort had vanished. Feeling rather miffed, Hura began to walk away, when the mask down the way once again caught his eye. A few moments later, and he was scooping a pile of the widgets that he had brought into the hand of a Fe-Matoran. The shop keeper smiled, handing him the ornamental mask. Knowing he could change his own, but also that he would need someone else to replace it, he hooked it to the inside of his pouch, but not before holding it to his face for a moment.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Fe-Congro, Two Hours to Sunset Kumanu The match was over. It had been a good one, Kumanu thought, with both teams playing well and providing the audience with an exciting demonstration of skill. For once, the matoran hadn't been competing for prestige or position in the league, but playing for enjoyment and to honour the Great Spirit by their hard work, athleticism and artistry. Most of the crowd had dispersed now, with many moving on to a concert to be given by an orchestra from De-Congro. Still, Kumanu's eyes scanned across the stands for a familiar mask: he had arranged to meet up with Hura in the stands after the match. Spotting the diminutive Bo-matoran standing beside a heavy-set Ta-matoran, he hurried over. "Hi there, Hura" he called, waving as he made his way over. "That was a good match, wasn't it? Anyway, you remember those crooks who grabbed us earlier about the Toa Stone? The little one stole my best disk. So anyway, I want to spoil their fun, and give them a bit of karma while getting my disk back. Are you up for helping me there? For justice?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hura Hura crouched on the constructed benches of stone after the Kohli game, not entirely sure of what he had just seen. In the middle of his musings, the Bo-Matoran was suddenly approached, and subsequently startled, by an increasingly familiar face. His hand moved thoughtfully to the side of his mask, his fingers rapping against its hard surface as they did when in thought. So much was said that the more rural Matoran was not entirely sure he had followed. However, the last set of phrases he was able to catch were ones he understood. "It would be dutiful to return a lost item... Though I don't think it fair to call one 'thief'."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Hozuki herp derp, reserving Roumenji Sendo Age: ~900 years old Gender: Male Height: 6'5 Weight: 200LBS Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Brown Birthday: March 15 Clan/Family: Sendo Clan A clan founded by the first Head Captain, Madara Sendo. The clan has risen to be a Noble Clan under the leadership of the first Head Captain and has continued to rise in power under Roumenji's rule. Race: Soul Squad&Rank: Head Captain of the Gotei 13 and Captain of Squad 1 Spiritual Energy Colour: Swirling mixture of green, purple and black Personality: Roumenji is a hard-headed man who believes that his actions will result in a just cause. He is never one to back down on his word and holds honor above all else. He is surprisingly brash for being the Head Captain and is quick to take action. However, he will always listen and honor the opinion of the other captains and will never disregard it, even if he disagrees with it. He is a very indiscriminate man and heavily punishes those who do discriminate. History: Classified. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: - Norota Sendo - His son who he takes pride in for his abilities. He believes his son will be the next Head Captain after himself. - Madara Sendo - His father and the first true Head Captain of the Gotei 13. Not much is known about Madara or his relationship with any of his families. Other: - Challenges any shinigami to scratch his headband. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Mashu Type: Unknown Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Revel in your grave, Spirit Appearance(Optional): Inner world: (This gives everyone else an idea of your inner world) Sealed appearance: Either Katana or other traditional Japanese sword but can sometimes be something different... Shikai appearance: Roumenji's zanpakuto appearance remains the same after his shikai has been activated. The only difference is that a violent aura surrounds both his body and zanpakuto. The aura covers his body like a cloak, leaving a thin green lining around him with a darker purple hue coated with a black outer lining. Roumenji is able to focus and control this aura without using any shikai skills. Bankai appearance: (Captains and select Lieutenants only) Shikai special ability: Roumenji is capable of summoning various types of familiars that contain no details, only a black outline of the creature filled with a void black. He is capable of summoning these beings in massive quantities or able to create massive sized creatures from thought alone. Shikai skills: (NOTE: Seated Shinigami have up to 5 skills, Lieutenants and above can have all skills unlocked. Skills must also have cooldowns to prevent spamming) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Bankai skills: (Captains and up can only have Bankai. Note: Some Lieutenants will be able to attain a Bankai) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills&Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu Kido Bakudo Hado Hakuda Hoho NPCS Appearance: Age: ~1000 years old Gender: Male Height: 5'6 Weight: 130 lbs Hair Colour: White Eye Colour: White Birthday: June 8th Clan/Family: Hozuki Clan - A prominent and well-known Noble House who has contributed to the growth of the Soul Society. Race: Soul Rank: Former Squad 10 Captain; Currently 1 of 6 judges in the Central 46 Spiritual Energy Colour: Light blue Personality: (Would like to be done but can be done later) History: (Would like to be done but can be done later) Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: (Any relationships your character has with another and also friendships, rivalries and such. It's something as simple as: "Joe Blogs - Friend" or "Joe Blogs - Good Friend" Things like that. you may add detail if you wish) Other: (Can include unique clothing items, side jobs, unique traits and such) ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Shinokuni Type: Earth Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: These walls shall be your grave, Shinokuni Spirit Appearance(Optional): Inner world: A rocky terrain filled with canyons and plateaus. Sealed appearance: A plain, traditional katana sporting a dark brown sheath with jewels placed into it. Rest is in appearance. Shikai appearance: Bankai appearance: (Captains and select Lieutenants only) Shikai special ability: Lord under the Heavens : This ability grants Daisuke control of the earth around him, including the small pebble beside your foot, to the trees that surround you or a mountain laying off in the horizon. His control over the earth is masterful, having centuries of experience with his Zanpakuto. Shikai skills: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Suicide Forest - From the ground below, black, thorn littered branches raise from the ground and continue to grow 6. Bankai skills: Shinokuni 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills & Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu Master Kido Expert Hakuda Expert Hoho Master</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien @KabenSaal "Ahahaha, well said. Perhaps thats what I'll name this blend. Taizen Arashi, the calm storm. Per usual, you give me the best names for my blends. I've been waiting to taste your next concoction as well, whenever you feel like making it that is.." He chuckled. His fellow captain, while dutiful, have been known to be rather lax on the matter of producing quality alcohol. Kenshin, on the other hand, routinely produces some of the finest wine known to man, according to himself that is. "Well, Beowulf will have to wait. As you know, Hiryu reads him his bedtime story, not me. Right now, Hiryu is busy being a little girl and not paying attention to me. So Beowulf will have to wait." He said to his lieutenant. Usually, when she requests that there to be a bedtime story read to her zanpakuto, she is asking for a spar. Right now, Kenshin is not feeling up to it. He can, but he just doesn't want to. "Oh? So the training is all finished? Hm. It would seem I made it too easy... Is my mead ready? I want to have a taste while cooking up the next training menu. I think I'll add a 100km run to it. If you guys were able to finish the daily training regiment in the time it took me to have this meeting, it was too short....Hmmmm....." He pondered. The menu for the day consisted of 1000 practice swings for both right side and left side attacks of the sword, 1000 sword thrusts, 2000 push ups, 2000 crunches, a 25 minute shadow-spar session, 100 quick-draw practices, 2500 body weight squats, a 50km run, along with a standard warmup and cool down session. If his squad can finish the training in a few hours, either they were bullshitting during the training or it was too simple. Now, with the soul butterflies he had placed in the training grounds, he thinks it was the latter of the two situations. "In any case, I think I'll be heading back to the 11th, Eel-san, feel free to drop by whenever." He said to his fellow captain with a smile and ended with a half bow. Walking towards his barracks, he said to his lieutenant "Come along Mirja, lets go. Oh the meeting? I mean, the old man just told us that the hollow numbers were increasing and that there were incidents in the rukongai. He is sending a few people out to investigate. We're not a part of that group so we're not leaving, you hear me? " He said in a nonchalant tone. However, he expected his lieutenant to take what he said as an order, in the fact that he was not tasked with anything involving the current situation at, so his squad is to stand down for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Kyogen Akechi Kyogen Akechi, 7th division Lieutenant. Kyogen continued on his way towards the meeting place of the captains. To be honest, he was a bit excited, maybe this mission would have something that could hurt him. Kyogen wasn't battle crazy, he was a just plain crazy. He wanted to be overwhelmed in a fight, but he feared dying. It was a weird cycle. It was then another hell butterfly landed on his finger. Kyogen listened to the message, before he smashed the butterfly in his palm. A wing fell out of his fist. "They think they are pulling me off that easily? Oh no. I will do my mission, I am a loyal soul reaper, and will always get the job done. A little dangers only extra to me." With that, he hurried his pace. His 'excuse' was he never got the hell butterly. Appearing in the hall, Kyogen bowed, though as always, half mockingly. If he was lucky, he'd piss off the captain commander. "Lieutenant Akechi, reporting for duty, I just recieved orders I am to assist on a mission to the Rukongai again? Let's go on and do it then. I have no intentions of growing old." Looking around, he commented. "Seems I've missed my captain again."</s> <\|message\|>Yuka Mogami Yuka Mogami "Lets." Yuka replied, before the two of them began on their way to the Kido corps. She was intrigued to hear that this lieutenant was apparently rivals with Majime, her former subordinate and friend. She could not remember if Majime had mentioned him before or not. In any case, she wondered if Majime would be there when they arrived. She wondered if this rivalry of his was strong enough to elicit an amusing reaction. Perhaps he would even be the one sending them all off? But then again, she couldn't imagine they would get Majime to perform such a simple task like opening the Senkaimon. She would have to see whether he would be there or not. It did not take all too long for them to arrive at the Kido corps headquarters. Once there, Yuka spied someone standing outside the building, loitering around. She decided to take a chance and guess this was the man they were looking for. "Hey, are you lieutenant Osaka?" She began, approaching him. "Ready to get to work?" When she thought about it, they had been given little information about what they were doing. The orders were "go to the Forest of Menos and meet the recon team", and that was it. Hopefully the lieutenant didn't expect any explanations from her or Kounura.</s> <\|message\|>翔太林翔太林 Division Three Lieutenant S H O T A H A Y A S H I --- "You're back already?" the young lieutenant asked the question of his superior from atop one of the many tiled roofs within the Seireitei. He had seemingly sprouted from nowhere and with his head tilted to one side he immediately began to question his Captain. "Did he say much? The Captain commander I mean. Do you have a mission?" jumping down from his perch he found himself stood inches from captain Yukimura. It was rather strange for Shota to have someone even smaller than he, albeit by only an inch. It was especially strange considering she outranked him, Shota naturally assumed the stronger people are the bigger they are. Yet here he was, a young prodigy faced with a captain that if stacked upon each other would not even reach some of the taller Shinigami he had seen. Shota took a quick glance around Kuromi, inspecting her hands and outfit to make sure nothing was hidden, maybe a written order? Shota knew, in some deep recess of his mind that many might call sense, that standing so close to his captain for long wouldn't be a very good idea. As per usual however these kinds of thoughts didn't even cross Shota's mind and in fact his only action in response to the few seconds of silence, born from his yet unanswered question, was to push his face closer. Eye to eye he waited for his answer, or more likely his black eye.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Hozuki Roumenji Sendo Roumenji was about to head off before a Lieutenant appeared before him, half assing his bow and speaking without any type of permission given. He had sent Airi and her squad on a mission they wouldn't likely make it back from, should he do the same to this person? "My, respect seems to have gone out the window with this generation. Lieutenant, you were to report to the South Rim, not to me. I suggest you head out there immediately or risk losing all the fun" Roumenji turned around, walking towards the hallway which Akechi came from and briefly stopping to speak "And another act up like that and it'll cost you your hand. Respect the Captains, Lieutenant." He resumed his walk, his footsteps slowly fading the further he walked down the dark hallway with no clear end. At the same time, a Hellbutterfly had already been sent to Lieutenant Mirja to replace Captain Mao.</s>
<\|description\|>Mirja Eerola Appearance: Age: Looks about thirty, in human years. Acts, much less mauturely. Gender: Iron Man (Fe Male, for those without two neurons to rub together) Height: 6'2 Weight: 22 stone (308 pounds, 139 kilos) Hair Colour: Pink Eye Colour: Silver Birthday: Oct 13th Clan/Family: N/A Race: Soul Rank: Lieutenant Spiritual Energy Colour: N/A Personality: Mirja can seem rather cold and hostile towards men, but she has an inherent distrust of them, not really sure why but she does. Breasts, on the other hand, have always enamoured her. The bigger they are, the more amazed she is that they exist. She doesn't really understand much about a person's rank unless told outright that they are super Soul Reapers and need smiling at instead of glaring or oggling. She is protective of a scar starting on her forehead and running up, getting lost in her hair, and will always try to change the topic whenever she can if it is brought up. If they press the topic, and are a low enough rank, she will punch the person in the face, and if they are much higher than her, she will grab a small pouch that is always on her hip and throw it up in the air, sprinkling confetti and running away dramatically. She does actually posses a serious nature, despite what people would think of her, but she prefers not to do show it very often because it is 'boring'. Her silver eyes make her seem a lot harsher than she is, as they are set in a near-permanent scowl, that deviates completely from how she is. History: Much of Mirja's life in the Roukonga is absent, and she attributes it to the scar on her head, not sure if the two are connected, but thinking it sounds about right. In the academy, she liked making friends, and was always ready to help someone, but really struggled with her Zanjutsu lessons, and her Kido for that matter, due to her unique nature. Her form and swing style is terrible, but that didn't automatically mean she was going to lose, since her extremely dense body and terrofyingly powerful muscles could take someone out with a single swing, if she managed to hit them. She also wondered why the training swords where straight, but the full Soul Reapers got curved swords. It was mind-boggling. Curved. Swords. However, despite her failures in this area, she excelled immensely in Hoho and Hakuda, which allowed her to graduate and become a Soul Reaper, even if she didn't know what end of the man the sword went into. Of course, she grew into her role a little more as she got older, and eventually discovered that it was the pointy end that went into the man, but still never really liked using her Zanpaktou. It just didn't really feel natural. So she used her fists for everything, making rice cakes and punching people in the head. The 11th squad was perfect for her, due to her inability to use Kido, and their dislike of anyone who did use Kido. It was like a match made in punchy heaven. And so she became the Pink Chef of 11th Squad, always making Rice Cakes and other assorted goodies, while punching anyone who tried to steal her food. And a punch from Mirja was something to be frightened of. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: Anyone with boobs - good friend. Most guys - scowl-bait Other: Short Shihakusho, cuts off around the thighs, and has short sleeves, exposing as much body as it covers. Never wears shoes. Has a uniquely dense Reiryoku, imparing her ability to release Spiritual Pressure and use Kido, but granting her incredible physical fortitude and strength as a result. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Beowulf Type: Atmospheric/Melee Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: 'The night is dark, and I am scared. So scared, and alone. But I have you, so please, lend me your light, to show me the way home' Spirit Appearance(Optional): Beowulf is a massive creature, twenty foot tall and a living mountain of muscle. Massive veins of light run across his arms and legs, which end in large claws. Four wings strech out from his back, but two small to give a creature of his size flight. A large, whip-like tail sways softly behind him. He is missing an eye, and the other eye shines a deep red, combined with his massive, curved teeth make Beowulf appear extremely hostile and very intimidating. Usually standing on his legs, he sometimes goes onto all fours, to chase something down, or move his head closer to the person he is talking to. Inner world: (This gives everyone else an idea of your inner world) Sealed appearance: Wakizashi Shikai appearance: Beowulf morphs from a Wakizashi into a set of armoured gauntlets and Greaves. They both posses claws at the end, allowing for swipes as well as punches, or though the claws on the feet are harder to utilize. There are, much like Beowulf's body, veins of light running up both of them, which glow brighter under certain circumstance. They also create a small film across Mirja's eyes, protecting them from sudden flashes of blinding light. Bankai appearance: (Bankai yet to be revealed) Shikai special ability: Beowulf can suck in other things than Light, such as posionious gases in the air. However, it can't power itself with the gases, and so this power renders it intert Shikai skills: (NOTE: Seated Shinigami have up to 5 skills, Lieutenants and above can have all skills unlocked. Skills must also have cooldowns to prevent spamming) 1. Mighty Creature: Wolf of Bees: This technique takes Beowulf's Light and fills Mirja with it, strengthening her body and allowing her to move quicker than usual. However, she can not use 'Yami no Sekai' or any of it's sub-technique while using this. However, unlike 'Yami no Sekai' it does not rely on her ability to control her Reaitsu, and so is easier to use for her. (Passive, 0 CD) 2. Wolf of Bees: Concentration: This sub-technique of 'Wolf of Bees' channels the light filling Mirja's body into a certain point, further increasing the strength at the cost of lacking strength to the rest of the body. (Passive, 2 CD) 3. Titan Theft: Yami no Sekai(World of Darkness): The veins of light running across Beowulf's gauntlets and greaves glow brightly, before starting to absorb the light in the surrounding area, making a small bubble of pure darkness roughly seven feet wide. The technique forces a person - Mirja included - to use their other senses to fight, and opens up several sub-techniques at the same time. The usage of this is slightly draining on her Reaitsu, and can not be done multiple times without exhausting herself. Furthermore, a massive release of opposing Reaitsu will disrupt Mirja's control and destroy the bubble of darkness. (4 post CD, 5 post max) 4. Yami no Sekai: Keimo(World of Darkness: Enlightenment): After Yami no Sekai is used, this technique beams a blinding shaft of light, directed by Mirja's splayed palm. This technique gains effectiveness the longer the person is under the effects of it's parent technique, since the blinding light does more damage the longer the person's eyes have been exposed to pure darkness. (1 Post CD) 5. Yami no Sekai: Sentoerumo no jujihoka (World of Darkness: Crossfire of Saint Elmo) In this technique, after the usage of Yami no Sekai, the stolen light is compacted into the palms of the gauntlets, and then Mirja 'draws' a cross in the air, with the number of light photons and their frequency highly increased, pressing eight feet of light into a small cross-shaped area. Once finished, the Cross is launched in the direction of the target, setting them aflame if it hits them, with the electromagnetic energy of light being turned into thermal energy on contact. Also, on impact, the stolen light returns, which puts an end to Yami no Sekai. (0 CD, but requires Yami no Sekai to be used, so Technically 4 CD) Bankai skills: (Captains and up can only have Bankai. Note: Some Lieutenants will be able to attain a Bankai) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills & Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu: Proficent Kido: N/A Hakuda: Expert Hoho: Mastery</s> <\|message\|>Kyoshi K Y O S H I S Q U A D 12 L I E U T E N A N T Kyo continued to follow her captain out of a sense of loyalty and trust that she had for the man, but even she was a little unsure about keeping secrets. Mainly because she so wanted to be prepared this time, to make sure nobody ied like before when she was the one dying because she wasn't ready! Soon enough they soon came to a stop and they were now stood outside a small village that was rather...empty looking to say the least and in turn left a rather creepy feeling behind. Following suit she moved into the house with him, only to look at the person, he was just a normal person right? Where they here to kick him out of the abandoned buildings for squtting? That seemed like a little overkill didn't it? "Umm sir?" She asked, only to get her answer why they were here as the man came charging at them! Juki was fast on the uptake and blasted him with a hado which pierced the persons head causing them to fall to the floor... "Captain?! What is going on? I think it is time you tell me!" She crossed her arms and glared at him, this was all pretty creepy, though she seemed unaffected by the person dying.</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien The guardians of Hell were upon them now. Kenshin spoke quickly, addressing anything that was said to him before by his two companions. "Yes, Eel-san. We're breaking a multitude of rules and violate a number of regulations. I knew you would not care and thus here you are..." A slight chuckle can be heard. "Rei, do your best to survive. If you die or, even worse, get trapped here, I will not be able to immediately rescue you..." Turning to face their enemies, his reiatsu output seemed to have stabilized at a healthy 45%. Some of the sinners near by were vaporized by the combined reiatsu output of all three combatants. Not paying the sinners, nor his companions really, any attention any longer, he charged head first into battle, sword in his right hand... The first guardian to arrive was aiming for Rei, the decidedly weakest link of the group. With its massive arms, and impressive speed, it skirted the other captain and aimed a straight punch at Rei, who is hopefully aware of her situation and surroundings... The second and third guardians to arrive aimed for the one-eyed captain. In a pincer formation, they charged forward, weapons outstretched in one hand and chains, coming in like whips, wrapping around with their free hand. They were aiming to immobilize the captain with their chains and then executing the intruder... The fourth and fifth guardian aimed for Kenshin. In a similar pincer formation, one guardian held its sword in its left hand the the other on its right. The guardian with the sword in its right hand came in from the right of Kenshin, and the other from the left. The right-handed sword was swung at a 45 degree downward angle. The left-handed sword was swung at a 45 degree upwards angle. The space between the two swords was approximately 2 feet across, at best... Quickly analyzing the situation, Kenshin decided that he was not going to be able to take both guardians at once. Defending would be a terrible decision as well, as the sheer size and weight behind both sword swings may very well crush both of his arms... Deciding that there was no way for the guardians to swing their giant weapons with their equally massive arms with enough speed to keep up with his above average shunpo, he started his footwork. In a flash, he reappeared in mid-air, above the downward swinging sword. As hard as he could, he roundhouse kicked the flat side of the blade with his right leg. With the follow-through motion and inertia, he swung his sword down and struck the same guardian on its shoulder plate, driving it towards the ground... (If there is anything or any motion that is unclear, please ask~) @ProPro</s>	<\|message\|>Mirja Eerola After getting totally ignored by that other guy that looked like he might be fun, Mirja was in a pout. She didn't like being ignored, and so when she was, and got into a pout, she was pretty dangerous. As anyone with nearly a ton of force in fists that wear restraints would be when they were not emotionally sound. So as she walked along, one of the Shinigami gave her an insensitive catcall, and ended up with a marble-esque fist in his face. It was only after looking at the bloody, broken form of the guy that she thought she should actually do something about it. So, picking him up as if he was less than a sack of potatoes, she carried him off to the 4th barracks, where she waltzed in casually. "Hey, anyone around? I got a guy thing person for you to do helping stuff on" she exclaimed, clearly not enthusiastic about getting medical aid for him, but just doing her part as was expected of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Yuka Mogami Appearance: Age: Appears 25 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Weight: 68kg Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Green Birthday: July 27th Clan/Family: The Mogami family is a noble house within the Soul Society, but not one of the great ones. Their only real trait of note is that the family has always upheld a strong moral code. Perhaps important enough to be heard of by highly informed individuals, but otherwise few would know of them. Race: Soul Rank: Captain, 5th Division Spiritual Energy Colour: Bright yellow Personality: Yuka is a fairly relaxed person; not much gets to her and she can tolerate all kinds of stuff from others. She likes to present herself as being approachable and open to discussion, especially in her role as captain. She isn't partial to formality, and while she won't bother stopping anyone from calling her by her rank, she encourages members of her squad to just call her by her name instead. Some think of her as being lax with her squad, but she likes to think of it as catching bees with honey rather than vinegar; she does not take a relaxed approach out of laziness but out of a belief it will create a better division in the long run. Aside from her generally relaxed persona, Yuka has a very strong moral compass. There are a number of things she has come to believe are right, and these beliefs have been moulded by her experiences. First and foremost, she cannot tolerate the needlessly cruel. She feels some among the Shinigami have developed a callous attitude towards their work, and that this is uncalled for. She believes all problems should be approached with an open mind and a little tolerance; a Shinigami that can't perform should be nurtured, not mocked. A new threat should be met with dialogue first, not immediate hostility. Yuka's moral convictions could potentially lead her to conflict with the Seireitei's authorities, but she has yet to have a notable conflict with them…yet. History: As a noble, Yuka was groomed to become a Shinigami ever since they discovered potential in her. Unlike many others, Yuka's family had always held a strong tradition of moral character that was sometimes controversial in the Seireitei. Yuka had much pride in this tradition, however, and she always maintained the Mogami code no matter where she went. Unfortunately for her, she had been slated to join the 5th Division due to the Mogami's subservient relationship to one of the other noble houses, of which one happened to be the captain of the 5th Division. This wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for this captain's character… The captain in question was a very cruel man. He had no patience for Shinigami that could not perform well, and the 5th Division had a reputation for chewing up and spitting out underperforming Shinigami within the first few days of their graduation. The captain encouraged a culture of hazing, believing that if any Shinigami had potential they would rise above the squad's harassment and become an effective member. Aside from resenting being subjected to this treatment herself, Yuka's moral compass led her to strongly object to such methods. She believed the new members could and should be nurtured to reach their potential, rather than being belittled and mocked for any lack of skill. Strangely enough, Yuka not only survived the 5th Division's hazing but also rose to the rank of lieutenant. The captain did not care that she thoroughly disagreed with his methods; he only cared that Yuka could fight well, and thus deserved the position. Yuka used her new position to try and make a change in the nature of the 5th Division. She spent much of her time intervening on the behalf of new members of the division, protecting them from the rougher elements and trying to train them on her own. Over time, her efforts led to two camps forming in the 5th Division; those centred around the captain that indulged in his cruel methods and those that had become loyal to Yuka due to her efforts on their behalf. The captain continued to ignore the fact that his personal ideology was being overruled. Perhaps as an example of his sole redeeming feature, he was tolerant of such things as long as they still produced results, and Yuka's followers did indeed produce results. One day, the division was involved in a rather large scale fight against a group of Hollows. The fighting was fierce, and many members of the division lost their lives. Yuka was isolated from the others in the fighting, and she was almost certain she would perish there. But just in the nick of time, the other members of her division came to her aid, and the squad was able to claim some measure of victory. As it turned out, their much maligned captain died on that battlefield. At the time, Yuka had assumed he simply got isolated and killed, but she later learned many of her comrades had made an active decision to rush to her aid rather than the captain's. After all this, and after Yuka developed her Bankai, it became clear who the next captain of the 5th Division would be. It has not been all too long since Yuka became captain, but in that time the face of the 5th Division has changed almost completely. No longer associated with bullying and hazing, the 5th Division has a reputation for being one of the most welcoming and relaxed divisions of the Gotei 13. Few members remain from the former captain's inner circle, and those that do have fallen from grace. Yuka has done much to try and build a division she could be proud of, and she feels there's even more to do… Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: TBD ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Raikiri Type: Elemental Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Shock 'em! Spirit Appearance: Raikiri takes the appearance of a Raiju, a mythical creature associated with thunder and lightning. Inner world: A vast mountain range with snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. Yuka always finds herself standing atop one of these peaks, looking up at Raikiri who sits atop a bank of clouds. She finds it really pretentious. Sealed appearance: Just a plain old Tanto. Shikai appearance: A gladius. Bankai appearance: Her Bankai becomes a heck of a lot more ornate looking sword with a lightning motif. Shikai special ability: Raikiri's fundamental ability is that of controlling electricity, allowing Yuka to manipulate it for the purposes of attack. Shikai skills: 1. Taser: Involves flowing an electrical current through the Zanpakuto, making every strike with the sword charged with electric energy. 2. Lightning Rod: Calls down a bolt of lightning into the Zanpakuto, which can then be directed at a target of choice. 3. Live Wire: By running her Zanpakuto along the ground, Yuka can create an electrically charged line of energy that will shock anyone that crosses it. Yuka can only create one at any time and it will only discharge once. 4. Flash Bang: Yuka's Zanpakuto can discharge a burst of bright light that can temporarily inhibit the senses of those around. This one requires at least a minute to recharge (I'm not sure what an acceptable cooldown is for this group) Bankai skills: 1. Lightning Squall: This attack unleashes a mess of lightning bolts that strike out in a random pattern from the tip of the Zanpakuto, making them hard to predict. This one requires at least half a minute to recharge (again, no idea). 2. Chain Lightning: This appears to be a normal lightning attack of the same kind performed at Shikai level, but this one is capable of threading through multiple opponents. The downside is every opponent after the first receives a lesser shock, with the 4th target getting only a mild zap. This one requires half a minute to recharge. 3. (Ultimate Skill) Thundering Roar: Yuka's ultimate technique is a charged one, as might be expected. After a minute's charge, Yuka calls down an enormous pillar of lightning. While this alone might be enough to hurt an opponent severely, the thunderclap produced from such an enormous amount of lightning is deafening and debilitating. Suffice to say even if someone wasn't hit by it, they would still have to endure some serious pain. Skills & Masteries: Zanjutsu: Expert. Yuka is no slouch with her Zanpakuto, though she cannot compare to the more masterful captains of the Seireitei. Kido: Mastered. Kido has always been Yuka's favoured method of combat, as she prefers to use long range skills and keep a distance from her opponent. Hakuda: Proficient. Hakuda has received the least amount of attention from Yuka. If she were to be disarmed and unable to use Kido, she would lose to any skilled practitioner of Hakuda. Hoho: Mastered. Yuka's preferred strategy is to keep a significant distance from her opponent, and so she heavily developed her skill in Hoho to give her the speed necessary to maintain said distance.</s> <\|message\|>Uōrokku(Warlock), Majime(Earnest. Written with the kanji for 'Fierce eyes') . Yōki, Kōunora Theme I /\|\Theme II /\|\ Theme III --- Her eyes closed, the room lined with captains in two rows, Kōunora remained silent throughout while the Captain Commander spoke. It had been a short meeting, she noted as all, but a few were dismissed. She opened her eyes, the motion of the Commander's arm, notifying her that she and Airi were to follow him. Falling into step with Airi, she let the silence hang, smiling slightly as they reached the middle of their journey to his office, having counted the seconds till the Commander spoke. Right on time, she thought with a small upwards quirk at the edge of her lips. The man had always commanded attention and respect, and Kōunora not only valued this, but quite understood why it was so. The man understood the power of silence, tone, and timing very well, in her experience, and he used this to make himself out as the most important person in most scenarios. Of course, that was not to say that he wasn't, after all the man was the Captain Commander for a reason. Noting the reason for her summoning, not to mention Airi and the others, Kōunora listened in stark silence, while Airi scratched notes into her book. So diligent, she thought to herself, having glanced at her fellow captain briefly before turning her attention back to the captain. She nodded her head as she was given her task, happy to be assigned to the same mission as her friend Yuka. As, much like Airi and her who, while not in total agreement in regards to philosophy, worked together rather well, Kōunora was friendly with the 5th division's captain. Her attention again shifting as the Commander dismissed them, she half turned to leave, before Airi's question stopped her progress. Turning back and watching with one raised eyebrow, interest in her eyes even as she considered whether or not Yuka would have questions of her own. A smile crossed her face, as she heard Airi's request, though Kōunora's attention swiftly refocused as she glanced to the Captain of the 5th division. While she had nothing to say to the Commander, perhaps Yuka-san might. As such she remained where she was, but spoke up, her voice quiet, but intense, as she spoke directly to Yuka, the tone not meant to catch the Commander's attention. "Mogami-san, do you have any requests of the Commander, or shall we get to work? I am interested to see Hueco Mundo again after so long." There she stopped, falling silent again, her gaze locked on her friend while she waited. Her red eyes were bright with focus, and sharp in their intensity. She hoped they could move on to their duties quickly. As while she did not crave conflict like perhaps Kenshin or a member of his division might, she could feel her sword spirit humming in her inner world, the sound one of anticipation. The spirit was begging to be used...and soon. With their agreement, the captain could not very well deny her zanpakuto his amusement.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Hozuki Kongkek Roumenji Sendo Roumenji stopped in his tracks, the Squad 13 Captain request to speak slightly peaking his interest. But before Roumenji could even give him permission, the Captain decided to continue to speak on their own. Such insolence. The Head Captain thought to himself, listening to the Captain with an eyebrow raised. He let out a heavy sigh "Does the new generation not know how to respect elders?" He rhetorically asked with a serious tone, his eyes glaring at the Captains's "Very well then, instead of Lieutenant Akechi you may take one of your own Squad members. But Lieutenant Manami's presence is absolutely vital tot his mission, without a Squad 12 shinigami on the squad this mission will be pointless." He turned his attention to the other two captain's who seemed to be waiting as well "Is there anything else you two will like to address?" Just like before, his tone had a bit of harshness to it. However, the tone was common with Roumenji as he always made sure to keep a distance from his subordinates to avoid any personal relationships with them.</s>	<\|message\|>Yuka Mogami Yuka had spent today's meeting somewhat wrapped up in her own thoughts. Her chief distraction was the ongoing conflict among the noble houses over the controversial proposal to change certain laws regarding Hollows and Rukongai citizens. No matter how it was dressed up in pretty rhetoric, Yuka and the rest of the Mogami family were incensed to hear that other nobles were lobbying to treat other Souls so callously. The Mogami had naturally waded in on the side of the opposition to such changes, and were often among the more vocal opponents. While Yuka would have it no other way, it still made her worry; such conflicts could easily evolve into a broader political fight between factions. A house divided could not stand, and with the increase in Hollow activity, the Seireitei could ill afford such internal weakness. Try as she might, Yuka could not think of any way the conflict could be de-escalated. Her concerns would have to wait, since it seemed she was to be sent out on assignment to Hueco Mundo. Being paired with Kounura was fair enough, but she had to wonder why they were being slapped with someone else's lieutenant. She would have expected either Karma, her own lieutenant, or perhaps Kounura's lieutenant, Kyogen. Either one would surely be better prepared to work with their superior, though Yuka was quite glad not to have Kyogen Akechi to deal with. Yuka could tolerate a great many weird and annoying personalities, but she couldn't stand someone as malevolent as Kyogen. But she wasn't the type to complain about such small concerns. She would be content in the knowledge Karma would be on hand to keep her division running in her absence at least. Yuka witnessed Airi's request to the Captain Commander. Two things went wrong here; first, it seemed she had raised the Commander's ire a touch, and she ended up freeing Kyogen from her own mission. Only shortly after Kounura had approached her, he ended up asking them directly if they had anything to say. "Ah, no sir, nothing on my end. I believe the two of us will be getting to work post-haste. Farewell, sir..." Kounura had already said she was eager to go, so Yuka assumed there would be no problem in hurrying the two of them out of the room. She didn't want to risk ticking off the Commander any more than he already seemed to be, and she didn't want to risk having Kyogen assigned to their mission. "So, Yōki; any idea where we can find this lieutenant Osaka?" Yuka knew nothing of this other lieutenant, so she could only hope either Yōki knew him or that he would find the two of them on his own.</s>
<\|description\|>Yuka Mogami Appearance: Age: Appears 25 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Weight: 68kg Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Green Birthday: July 27th Clan/Family: The Mogami family is a noble house within the Soul Society, but not one of the great ones. Their only real trait of note is that the family has always upheld a strong moral code. Perhaps important enough to be heard of by highly informed individuals, but otherwise few would know of them. Race: Soul Rank: Captain, 5th Division Spiritual Energy Colour: Bright yellow Personality: Yuka is a fairly relaxed person; not much gets to her and she can tolerate all kinds of stuff from others. She likes to present herself as being approachable and open to discussion, especially in her role as captain. She isn't partial to formality, and while she won't bother stopping anyone from calling her by her rank, she encourages members of her squad to just call her by her name instead. Some think of her as being lax with her squad, but she likes to think of it as catching bees with honey rather than vinegar; she does not take a relaxed approach out of laziness but out of a belief it will create a better division in the long run. Aside from her generally relaxed persona, Yuka has a very strong moral compass. There are a number of things she has come to believe are right, and these beliefs have been moulded by her experiences. First and foremost, she cannot tolerate the needlessly cruel. She feels some among the Shinigami have developed a callous attitude towards their work, and that this is uncalled for. She believes all problems should be approached with an open mind and a little tolerance; a Shinigami that can't perform should be nurtured, not mocked. A new threat should be met with dialogue first, not immediate hostility. Yuka's moral convictions could potentially lead her to conflict with the Seireitei's authorities, but she has yet to have a notable conflict with them…yet. History: As a noble, Yuka was groomed to become a Shinigami ever since they discovered potential in her. Unlike many others, Yuka's family had always held a strong tradition of moral character that was sometimes controversial in the Seireitei. Yuka had much pride in this tradition, however, and she always maintained the Mogami code no matter where she went. Unfortunately for her, she had been slated to join the 5th Division due to the Mogami's subservient relationship to one of the other noble houses, of which one happened to be the captain of the 5th Division. This wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for this captain's character… The captain in question was a very cruel man. He had no patience for Shinigami that could not perform well, and the 5th Division had a reputation for chewing up and spitting out underperforming Shinigami within the first few days of their graduation. The captain encouraged a culture of hazing, believing that if any Shinigami had potential they would rise above the squad's harassment and become an effective member. Aside from resenting being subjected to this treatment herself, Yuka's moral compass led her to strongly object to such methods. She believed the new members could and should be nurtured to reach their potential, rather than being belittled and mocked for any lack of skill. Strangely enough, Yuka not only survived the 5th Division's hazing but also rose to the rank of lieutenant. The captain did not care that she thoroughly disagreed with his methods; he only cared that Yuka could fight well, and thus deserved the position. Yuka used her new position to try and make a change in the nature of the 5th Division. She spent much of her time intervening on the behalf of new members of the division, protecting them from the rougher elements and trying to train them on her own. Over time, her efforts led to two camps forming in the 5th Division; those centred around the captain that indulged in his cruel methods and those that had become loyal to Yuka due to her efforts on their behalf. The captain continued to ignore the fact that his personal ideology was being overruled. Perhaps as an example of his sole redeeming feature, he was tolerant of such things as long as they still produced results, and Yuka's followers did indeed produce results. One day, the division was involved in a rather large scale fight against a group of Hollows. The fighting was fierce, and many members of the division lost their lives. Yuka was isolated from the others in the fighting, and she was almost certain she would perish there. But just in the nick of time, the other members of her division came to her aid, and the squad was able to claim some measure of victory. As it turned out, their much maligned captain died on that battlefield. At the time, Yuka had assumed he simply got isolated and killed, but she later learned many of her comrades had made an active decision to rush to her aid rather than the captain's. After all this, and after Yuka developed her Bankai, it became clear who the next captain of the 5th Division would be. It has not been all too long since Yuka became captain, but in that time the face of the 5th Division has changed almost completely. No longer associated with bullying and hazing, the 5th Division has a reputation for being one of the most welcoming and relaxed divisions of the Gotei 13. Few members remain from the former captain's inner circle, and those that do have fallen from grace. Yuka has done much to try and build a division she could be proud of, and she feels there's even more to do… Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: TBD ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Raikiri Type: Elemental Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Shock 'em! Spirit Appearance: Raikiri takes the appearance of a Raiju, a mythical creature associated with thunder and lightning. Inner world: A vast mountain range with snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. Yuka always finds herself standing atop one of these peaks, looking up at Raikiri who sits atop a bank of clouds. She finds it really pretentious. Sealed appearance: Just a plain old Tanto. Shikai appearance: A gladius. Bankai appearance: Her Bankai becomes a heck of a lot more ornate looking sword with a lightning motif. Shikai special ability: Raikiri's fundamental ability is that of controlling electricity, allowing Yuka to manipulate it for the purposes of attack. Shikai skills: 1. Taser: Involves flowing an electrical current through the Zanpakuto, making every strike with the sword charged with electric energy. 2. Lightning Rod: Calls down a bolt of lightning into the Zanpakuto, which can then be directed at a target of choice. 3. Live Wire: By running her Zanpakuto along the ground, Yuka can create an electrically charged line of energy that will shock anyone that crosses it. Yuka can only create one at any time and it will only discharge once. 4. Flash Bang: Yuka's Zanpakuto can discharge a burst of bright light that can temporarily inhibit the senses of those around. This one requires at least a minute to recharge (I'm not sure what an acceptable cooldown is for this group) Bankai skills: 1. Lightning Squall: This attack unleashes a mess of lightning bolts that strike out in a random pattern from the tip of the Zanpakuto, making them hard to predict. This one requires at least half a minute to recharge (again, no idea). 2. Chain Lightning: This appears to be a normal lightning attack of the same kind performed at Shikai level, but this one is capable of threading through multiple opponents. The downside is every opponent after the first receives a lesser shock, with the 4th target getting only a mild zap. This one requires half a minute to recharge. 3. (Ultimate Skill) Thundering Roar: Yuka's ultimate technique is a charged one, as might be expected. After a minute's charge, Yuka calls down an enormous pillar of lightning. While this alone might be enough to hurt an opponent severely, the thunderclap produced from such an enormous amount of lightning is deafening and debilitating. Suffice to say even if someone wasn't hit by it, they would still have to endure some serious pain. Skills & Masteries: Zanjutsu: Expert. Yuka is no slouch with her Zanpakuto, though she cannot compare to the more masterful captains of the Seireitei. Kido: Mastered. Kido has always been Yuka's favoured method of combat, as she prefers to use long range skills and keep a distance from her opponent. Hakuda: Proficient. Hakuda has received the least amount of attention from Yuka. If she were to be disarmed and unable to use Kido, she would lose to any skilled practitioner of Hakuda. Hoho: Mastered. Yuka's preferred strategy is to keep a significant distance from her opponent, and so she heavily developed her skill in Hoho to give her the speed necessary to maintain said distance.</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien @KabenSaal "Ahahaha, well said. Perhaps thats what I'll name this blend. Taizen Arashi, the calm storm. Per usual, you give me the best names for my blends. I've been waiting to taste your next concoction as well, whenever you feel like making it that is.." He chuckled. His fellow captain, while dutiful, have been known to be rather lax on the matter of producing quality alcohol. Kenshin, on the other hand, routinely produces some of the finest wine known to man, according to himself that is. "Well, Beowulf will have to wait. As you know, Hiryu reads him his bedtime story, not me. Right now, Hiryu is busy being a little girl and not paying attention to me. So Beowulf will have to wait." He said to his lieutenant. Usually, when she requests that there to be a bedtime story read to her zanpakuto, she is asking for a spar. Right now, Kenshin is not feeling up to it. He can, but he just doesn't want to. "Oh? So the training is all finished? Hm. It would seem I made it too easy... Is my mead ready? I want to have a taste while cooking up the next training menu. I think I'll add a 100km run to it. If you guys were able to finish the daily training regiment in the time it took me to have this meeting, it was too short....Hmmmm....." He pondered. The menu for the day consisted of 1000 practice swings for both right side and left side attacks of the sword, 1000 sword thrusts, 2000 push ups, 2000 crunches, a 25 minute shadow-spar session, 100 quick-draw practices, 2500 body weight squats, a 50km run, along with a standard warmup and cool down session. If his squad can finish the training in a few hours, either they were bullshitting during the training or it was too simple. Now, with the soul butterflies he had placed in the training grounds, he thinks it was the latter of the two situations. "In any case, I think I'll be heading back to the 11th, Eel-san, feel free to drop by whenever." He said to his fellow captain with a smile and ended with a half bow. Walking towards his barracks, he said to his lieutenant "Come along Mirja, lets go. Oh the meeting? I mean, the old man just told us that the hollow numbers were increasing and that there were incidents in the rukongai. He is sending a few people out to investigate. We're not a part of that group so we're not leaving, you hear me? " He said in a nonchalant tone. However, he expected his lieutenant to take what he said as an order, in the fact that he was not tasked with anything involving the current situation at, so his squad is to stand down for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Kyogen Akechi Kyogen Akechi, 7th division Lieutenant. Kyogen continued on his way towards the meeting place of the captains. To be honest, he was a bit excited, maybe this mission would have something that could hurt him. Kyogen wasn't battle crazy, he was a just plain crazy. He wanted to be overwhelmed in a fight, but he feared dying. It was a weird cycle. It was then another hell butterfly landed on his finger. Kyogen listened to the message, before he smashed the butterfly in his palm. A wing fell out of his fist. "They think they are pulling me off that easily? Oh no. I will do my mission, I am a loyal soul reaper, and will always get the job done. A little dangers only extra to me." With that, he hurried his pace. His 'excuse' was he never got the hell butterly. Appearing in the hall, Kyogen bowed, though as always, half mockingly. If he was lucky, he'd piss off the captain commander. "Lieutenant Akechi, reporting for duty, I just recieved orders I am to assist on a mission to the Rukongai again? Let's go on and do it then. I have no intentions of growing old." Looking around, he commented. "Seems I've missed my captain again."</s>	<\|message\|>Yuka Mogami "Lets." Yuka replied, before the two of them began on their way to the Kido corps. She was intrigued to hear that this lieutenant was apparently rivals with Majime, her former subordinate and friend. She could not remember if Majime had mentioned him before or not. In any case, she wondered if Majime would be there when they arrived. She wondered if this rivalry of his was strong enough to elicit an amusing reaction. Perhaps he would even be the one sending them all off? But then again, she couldn't imagine they would get Majime to perform such a simple task like opening the Senkaimon. She would have to see whether he would be there or not. It did not take all too long for them to arrive at the Kido corps headquarters. Once there, Yuka spied someone standing outside the building, loitering around. She decided to take a chance and guess this was the man they were looking for. "Hey, are you lieutenant Osaka?" She began, approaching him. "Ready to get to work?" When she thought about it, they had been given little information about what they were doing. The orders were "go to the Forest of Menos and meet the recon team", and that was it. Hopefully the lieutenant didn't expect any explanations from her or Kounura.</s>
<\|description\|>Mori No Hanran { Rebel of the Forest } " Maleficent. " There is an evil in this world, hatred and betrayal. And I cannot keep you from it. " Curious little Beastie. " TYPE: Katana / Plant Type SHIKAI RELEASE COMMAND: Awaken SPIRIT APPEARANCE: Mori takes the form of a slender and quaint woman with long, flowing hair. She adorns high cheek bones, and feathery wings that is crow-like in appearance, having spikes at the tip top of the wings. A trait which tends to cast her aside however is her black horns above her head which curve slightly at the top. Her appearance almost seems angelic, and eloquent however she personally despises the horns on her head as well as the spikes on her wings.wip Inner world: Kuromi's inner world takes the form of a grassy area filled with plants and large waterfalls which crash slowly, almost fairytale-like in appearance one can say. The main setting is made up of large smooth stones as well as the roots of trees and their branches forming a sort of walkway or path to the main platform over the water located at the center. It appears almost like an outdoor throne and it is normally always sunny and warm in her innerworld. However in times of distress, this inner world becomes dark and dreary, to which all the plants begin to wilt and the flowering trees turn into large tendril-like branches lined with deadly thorns. Sealed appearance: Mori { Zanpakuto } takes the form of a katana with a dark green hilt and a decor with gold tree branches on it and thorns around the vines of the flowers. It also looks like if focused enough on the handle a dragon on one side fighting against a soldier (play pretend...); Referencing two of it's abilities. Shikai appearance: Bankai appearance: Shikai special ability: In particular, Kuromi's zanpakuto, Mori, is able to control plants as well as construct things out of plants. Shikai skills: 1. Bokyaku no Kemono (Beast of Oblivion): The 3rd captain is able to summon a large beastly creature constructed of plants in order to attack her opponents. However the use of her zanpakuto is prohibited, thus she solely relies on it's speed and her hand movements. The beast follows the motions of its master's hands, as well as her eye's as to where he must attack. Similar to the army she summons with her bankai, the beast dissipates into the ground and around after thrashing itself, before reappearing from another angle/spot. Her Shikai relies on eyesight personally, because if her opponent manages to come close to her and she finds that she cannot catch her opponent with the beast, Kuromi needs to see physically in order to dismiss the beast temporarily and use her zanpakuto physically for combat. Timing and sight are important. 2. TBA Bankai skills: 1. Ibara no yōen'na mori (Bewitching Forest of Thorns): This tactic turns a certain mile of landscape into a large 'forest' which is full of thorns. It is hardly used by Kuromi due to how much reiatsu it takes from her as well as how much damage within the landscape it can cause sometimes however, upon being released the 'forest' entraps her and her opponent together to the point where nothing comes in or goes out. It's normally easier on any platform of land, however it is possible to create a ball out of the thorns as well in the air; Though this method drains her much more quickly. Once trapped inside, it leans more towards Kuromi's advantage as she is able to control whatever is within her forest. This includes controlling the tendrils of thorns from the barrier for only 7 minutes, to which she uses wisely and tactically in terms of catching her victim within the tendrils and crushing/slicing them altogether once she becomes apparently triumphant. To put it simply, if you're trapped in her forest, it's more of a cruel game of torture than a battle. 2. Mitsute Rareta Guntai (Forsaken Army of Obliteration): Kuromi pierces the ground and an army made from the earth/Forest of Thorns is created. This strictly works when she's on land though rather than air and she herself cannot be touched unless she deems personal protection unnecessary. If touched, Woodland Creatures or hand-like things will come up from around her in order to crush the one who dares touches her before disappearing back into the ground. The downside to this bankai is that it's more efficient on land, and she can only summon a certain amount of soldiers at once due to their large size (only about 7). Normally they don't attack as an army lined up, rather they tend to dissipate and reappear as a way to confuse their target and work together, each attacking in a certain way separately seeing as she can only summon them one at a time in a sense. A way to stall them would be that once a sort of 'pattern' of how they attack is figured out or method they're using to take the target down, is to hit them where a rose is located on their figure: If a rose is on their chest, neck, back, etc. They're often hidden within the woodland creatures yet slightly seen through the moss and bark they're made of. Though depending if the game goes in her favor, she is able to use them all at once to win despite how much reiatsu it may cost her. It is important to know that they do not only take the form of human-like creatures, but she is also not limited to shifting their appearance into beast-like creatures (such as wolves/canine-type monstrosity). She claims the limited amount of time is 5 minutes to control the army, however she is able to control them for 10 solid minutes. If she desires the army to take the form of animals, the seventh will always be the one in hiding in the form of a raven or rabbit rather than a large predator. Kill the raven or rabbit, and she can no longer keep them in their animalistic forms. Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills:</s> <\|message\|>Mirja Eerola @Killbox Mirja pouted playfully as she was thrown off the Captain with more force than most would use on any save their enemies. But Mirja was used to it, after all she did need a lot more force than most for her to even notice someone was trying, which led to a distinct lack of holding back whenever she was involved. The reason for her pouting became clear a few seconds later as she rose from the ground and set her silver eyes on Her Captain. "Captain~ You failed! If I was really kicking you, your head would have asploded, and nobody can live without their head. One must always have toes and assume their attacker can cause serious injury"she lectured, a coy smile and a stern glare sending mixed messages, but then she was always glaring, so maybe not so much for people who knew her. It then because a monkey-esque grin when he mentioned the training, a usual tick when she was planning to lie, or not tell the truth about something. "I did the training. Everyone is exhausted, so I thought I'd come see if you were done yet. Beowulf wants you to read him a bed time story" She was, as usual, shifting the topic with some nonsensical comment, since obviously it wasn't bed time yet. Mirja then waved at Unagi, and wondered if she should tell him about the galley on his ship being filled with food-shaped crap. She could hardly work with what he had on board, and it was annoying. But, it seemed a thing for later, and instead she anwsered his sleeping thing. "Nope. Sleep is sacred. It mustn't be disturbed by anyone except those who get their balls frozen to a large block of ice, and then said block thrown off a cliff" She had such a graphic mind, made even more fun by the cutie way it was delivered. At least, with the Captains she knew. With others....she wasn't so fun. "And anyway, I'm bored! Everything goes poof when I punch it, and I haven't even took my Fores off!" She exclaimed, brushing a hand through her hair, said Fores in clear view. Designed to reduce callatoral damage when she was doing anything at all - control came slow and hard to her - the Fores absorbed and dispursed kinetic energy as it was channeled though her arms, making every punch weaker than it could be, to prevent accidental deaths, and daily masonary work from being enacted. Despite their name and location, it affected all of her body, not just her fists, which was good, because she liked kicking people. "So, what was the meeting about?"</s> <\|message\|>Xie \| Nicknames: Blindside \| Age: Twenty four \| Gender: Female It was a bright day as far as anyone else was concerned, however for those visually challenged by the lack of optical orbs, eyes as the rest the rest of soul society and humanity called them. Xie wandered around the world in darkness, the only color she knew since her origin story being the sanguine fluids that now were her portal into this world. However, that luxury came at a cost, a blood cost which was paid each time to see the crimson world. The woman honestly had lined up for today but there did appear to be a large group meeting in the main district which all of the captains had been gather. Sighing she realized this meant all her worthy adversaries were probably caught up in the talks which meant it would only be seated squadron shinigami to meet in combat with. Standing her ground she began to cast her eyeless gaze toward a baron section of the district before catching a few sounds of others talking. Xie never appeared even when asked to in her formal kimono as she now stood there her hands outright before her feeling the stone walls of the building. Instead in her rebellious phase she wore a black dress and stocking to still blend with the monochrome pattern of soul society, it helped mask the blood stains. "I have to admit after all these years it still more comforting to have on hand on the wall even if I do know this city like the back of my hand." She laughed at this remark as she didn't even know what the back of her hand looked like as she never thought to smear her own blood on her pale skin. As she stopped in the middle of the street she let out a rather stunted sigh arching her neck and back so it would seem like her covered face would be cast to the sky in contemplation. Her scarred tissue covered by the ebony cloth she had wrapped not twice but thrice. Xie heard a few feet up above her as she now imagined someone was on the roof the spiritual pressure of someone she hadn't conversed with openly or much in that regards. Leaping up from her grounded state she now perked her ears and rested a hand on her hilt as she pointed her face in Mirja's direction. "You have not seen the Lieutenant or Captain of second Division around have you?" She said rather solemnly not intending to strike up a longer conversation she was in search of either of these two individuals and neither of them had been in the barracks of Second division that or maybe they were standing quite still and masking their presence she hated it when people did that it was inconsiderate as she never could see people in plain site.</s>	<\|message\|>Mori No Hanran { Rebel of the Forest } K U R O M I Y U K I M U R A Silence... For a moment, there was an absence of sound within the assembly hall of captains. In this very area of two rows before the Head Captain Sendo, the main 13 captains and lieutenants of the Soul Society had stood face to face with one another, side by side next to each other. On this very day, it was clear that this sort of quietness was more apparent than it usually was. Perhaps it was out of politeness, perhaps it was to show discipline, Perhaps it was the ongoing tension underlying within some captains. Not a single word, let alone even a single breath had been exchanged amongst each other it seemed. Stubbornness, nobility, arrogance, even boredom or simply going on with the day -- here on this day most seemed to be at the edge one way or the other. No one had seemed to speak a word about anything, and there was some sort of strained tension in the air. This tension was surely not apparent, however it was there and subtly known {especially among the Noble families} and finally a booming voice without effort had seemed to snap the divided captains out of their strained silence. It was the Head Captain himself, averting everyone's attention to his voice. On one side stood a woman with her hands folded behind her back. Golden locks of hair framed around her angular face, and per usual her expression was neutral and dull as if nothing seemed to interest her in particular. Kuromi's hands were folded behind her back, a usual posture she took which meant nothing in particular, and her eyes slowly rolled off to the side -- eyeing not the man who spoke but rather the space behind her. Despite the voice of Sendo alerting everyone, her gaze had shifted over her shoulder momentarily before choosing to slowly look back at the main speaker of importance. Already, she had mentally reminded herself of her lieutenant, a child who was also a warrior and pondered for a moment while staring ever so slightly at Sendo, listening to only what stuck out as important. Because his voice was so casual despite being stern, she naturally assumed that there was simply nothing to discuss. "... We will no longer sit idly by as we let the hollow's do as they please. With that, this Captain's meeting concluded for the Captains except for Captain Yoki, Captain Mogami, and Captain Mao. Otherwise, the rest of you are dismissed to continue your duties." Of course, after all the situation had been discussed countless of times from what Kuromi had gathered. Once dismissed, she was the last to move from her spot as her 'curiosity' had been piqued only for a moment. She took a few steps from her spot, walking towards the exit before slowly coming to a stop and listening in on the head captain for a moment as everyone else interacted while they were dismissed. "Let us continue this conversation elsewhere" she heard, her lips only curving into a sneer of amusement. It wasn't even a sneer which displayed a troubling suspicion, but rather a true smirk of amusement. She was entertained that few of the other captains had been pulled aside, and with those words from the head captain she concluded that her eavesdropping was surely not needed for this case indeed. After all in the end, the woman would find out one way or another, however it seemed as though it was a strict case and thus she decided not to dabble in on it as of now. Seeing as nothing needed to be fulfilled, Kuromi wondered for herself what should be done as she randomly began to walk around the boardwalks, zigzagging a few corners and even circling around an area at one point. The woman had this peculiar habit of exploring without a thought, something which was deliberate. She enjoyed exploring without thinking, it always lead her somewhere new and sometimes even sparked interesting conversations with anybody who just happened to come her way, so it was hard getting a proper hold on the female captain without knowing her whereabouts but never too stressful. A sigh of exasperation escaped her lips. Who was she to pester in the meantime? Everyday was such a bore-chore to her, and per usual she was always diligent enough to finish all sorts of tasks and paperwork as soon as possible. This had caused a great amount of free time, at least a little more than what the usual captains would have in their busy schedules and the blonde stood there with a rather blank expression.</s>
<\|description\|>Takahashi Kaede Appearance: Age: Physically looks like 17; 217 Gender: Female Height: 5"6 Hair Colour: Medium Brown Eye Colour: Amber Birthday: July 14 Clan/Family: No clan Race: Soul Rank: 9th Squad 3rd Seat Spiritual Energy Colour: Black Red Personality: She is a little reserved. She doesn't like to show much weakness to those the she doesn't know well and also have a lower rank than her, most especially the recently graduated shinigami. She loves to size them up once they first join the squad. But she usually warms up to them once she feels that she can already trust them to an extent. Normally, she is a friendly person and would gladly help people. IF they need it for good reasons, not like useless parties or whatever. However, she doesn't like being pushed over nor does she like being dismissed or ignored easily as if she was thin air, but never shows it in public. If she is annoyed or angry, she would keep it to herself for now, put on a cool face, and glare at the offending person. That is, if she was in public. Once she is alone, she would let loose all her anger and frustrations to training. Or practicing her hakuda or zanjutsu. She values trust, respect, and friendships the most. Out of everything. She respects her superiors and wouldn't go out of her way to anger them on purpose, but she wouldn't fail to defend the people she cares about if she believes that her superiors are in the wrong. Unless it's Central 46 because that's a different story altogether. But that doesn't mean that she would try to help them in any way she can. In regards to friendships, she isn't one to consistently prod people for information. She is patient and would until that person is ready to spill the beans. Her motto is "Treat others the way you want others to treat you." That's basically the reason for almost everything she does. You treat her with respect and kindness, she'd do the same to you. You punch her or backbite her, she'd do the same to you. Of course, there are always some exceptions to that, mainly her enemies, people she despises, and those of higher rank than her. She is also ambitious and a little arrogant at times. She gets caught up in her victories too much, but is usually brought down to earth when she eventually gets defeated or she had an unsuccessful mission. She strives to defeat her own captain and be one herself, for many reasons. Both selfish and unselfish reasons. She can be adventurous, especially when she is curious about something. History: She doesn't remember anything from when she was still alive, aside from her name, so there's not much story to tell from before she arrived in Soul Society. She just woke up, physically looking one or two years younger, in District 14 in West Rukongai, lying on a bed. She found out that a couple in their middle ages found her on the ground and took her in. As she was staying with them, she often helped them in house chores to repay for their kindness. Though District 14 wasn't that dangerous compared to others, one still has to be cautious. It isn't that clean and well-kept, and at times, food is scarce, with the prices of food from vendors going up, and they would usually have to steal lest they want to starve. During those times, she, along with her small group of friends, would form plans to steal some food from the vendors. She would usually be the one who steals, while the others distract. They were usually successful, as only two of them needed to eat, and vendors became wary of them. She considered herself to be lucky with her family and friends. Then she found out about the Shinou Academy and decided she wanted to be a shinigami, mostly to give her family a better life and also because she learned that the need to eat was a sign of having spiritual energy. One of her friends tagged along with her and they both applied for the academy, but only Kaede passed. Her friend left while she stayed. So she studied there, occasionally visiting District 14. But during one time she went back on her second year, only to find out the village was attacked by a hollow. Her foster mother and her friends were some of the casualties, leaving only her father. After that, she practiced a lot, trying to hone her skills to a higher level, which is why her goal is her captain. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: 1. Foster Father - Miyazaki Noboru 2. Foster Mother(Deceased) - Miyazaki Hina 3. Friends in Rukongai (All Deceased) -Okura Yuro -Akamine Hikari -Hoshino Eiji -Akamine Kazuki Other: She was once in Squad 4 for about more than a decade to learn Healing Kido before transferring to her current squad. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Shadow Hunter (Kage no Hanta) Type: Dark/Shadow-Type Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Hide from plain sight Spirit Appearance: TBA Inner world: Kaede's inner world is a big rocky mountain range. The mountains almost reach the clouds and there are also some hidden caves in some of the mountains. Below the mountains are lakes and grass, though they are sparse as the mountains are very close and almost right next to each other. Sealed appearance: Katana with a dark red hilt and black tsuba with red spiral designs on it Shikai appearance: Standardly, it's similar to its sealed state except that the blade is darker in color, turning into a dark grey, and there's some engravements on it. However, she can change the blade to any length, making it shorter or longer, but if she made it longer, it gets heavier. Bankai appearance: N/A Shikai special ability: She now has some control over shadows. She can conjure anything from the shadows. She can also hide by manipulating them around her (or any target) so that she can blend in them. She can do this with other people, not just herself. And if she wanted to, make them surround her, but that's hard work and tiring. Shikai skills: (I'll have to think of some names for them. And I might think of some more skills, but for now that's it.) 1. A shadow blade would appear from any shadow available and strike the opponent, but it only goes in a straight line so if dodged, there's nothing she can do but dissipate the sword and conjure a new one. And she can only form one at a time. If there is one already, she would have to dissipate it before forming another one. 2. She can form a bunch of tiny shards to aim at her opponent. They're easier to form than the swords and faster too, but in terms of damage, it only makes small cuts and can be more of a nuisance to more powerful beings. In speed, it's quick to move in the air. And it's not a lot, so she can't exactly form a tornado out of it. 3. With the shadows surrounding her target, she can make them sleepy, causing them to pass out for a while. The amount of spiritual energy she would spend depends on how long she wants it to last and the amount of spiritual energy her target contains. For those of a captain level though, she can only make them drowsy at the most. 4. 5. 6. Bankai skills: 1. N/A 2. N/A 3. N/A 4. N/A 5. (Ultimate Skill) N/A Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: In Shikai (above): 1. Making the opponent fall asleep Skills & Masteries Zanjutsu - Near Expert Kido - Master Hakuda - Proficient Hoho - Expert</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar The meeting hadn't gone as smoothly as Jynmi expected. In fact, other than the head captain's decision of taking aside a few select individuals for the special assignment, there hadn't been a point to it all. Once the head captain had his say everyone just sort of divided up into their own little pairings and groups. The only real point shared with the rest involved the hollows and that wasn't news to anyone. It was agitating to say the least, but captain Imsar decided not to let it bother him, or at least he decided to try not to let it get the better of him. Rationalizing things usually helped. He'd known the head for some time now, and the man had never been one to do things without a reason. Of course, this knowledge didn't change how pointless what was going on seemed to him. Jynmi gritted his teeth, and paused before making his exit in an attempt to figure out who would be the best person to know what was going on. Usually members of the 6th or 12th divisions had a good idea of what was going on. Maybe, that would be the way to go about it? As he stepped out into the bright day captain Malmshode's hands were clasped behind his back, as they tended to do whenever he was deep in thought. It was tempting to use shunpo and reach his division hq as quickly as possible, but currently he couldn't see the point. There wasn't much going on at the moment, and he did his best thing during a normal walk. "So, a walk it shall be" he said to nobody in particular. He got a few steps away from the barracks when the sight of his second in command caught his eyes. "Oh!" He called, walking over towards to the young woman. "Ryuga, funny seeing you here. Is everything alright back at the hq?"</s> <\|message\|>Hayato Ryuga Reila pulled out a turquoise colored pocket-watch while waiting on the captain. The object itself wasn't special by any means but based on the tender facial expression she wore while tinking with it suggested otherwise. "I can't wait for the day when I make you run around like a beheaded snake." Reila's face darkened as each and every word left her lips. The old fashioned watch began to seemingly be crushed under the pressure of the lieutenant's hands, causing the watch to create a small but desperate scream for survival in the form of a cracking sound. This plea for Reila to halt was naturally ignored, since she was too fixated on picturing her target squealing in extremely violent ways to realize what she was actually doing. "Oh!" He called, walking over towards to the young woman. Reila's face quickly returned to normal as her captain quickly approached. "Ryuga, funny seeing you here. Is everything alright back at the hq?" She stared blankly at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Wellllll everything is pretty much good except for some training problems. Right after you left, I began to train the rookies in combat but they don't seem to be catching onto it very well." Reila snuck her cracked pocket-watch back into her pockets as she continued. "Now I could've probably made them more familiar with our fighting techniques and workout regimen but I had paperwork, so I left it in some of the higher seated member's hands. I was going to go back the second I was done but I got word that some late entries were coming in and I figured that we could tackle it together!!! Besides, them having the opportunity to meet their captain on Day one would be quite the welcome." She noted while trying to hold in a smile.</s>	<\|message\|>Takahashi Kaede 3rd Seat Takahashi Kaede Kaede was out delivering some papers for a different division. As soon as she handed them, she gave a quick smile and left, brisking walking back to the 9th Division. She sat down on the ground for a few minutes and sighed. It's hard with most of the captains and lieutenants going off on missions. Now she was stuck here, having to deal with all the training and stuff. And the printing, gosh. The other seated members were helping, thankfully, so she didn't have to deal with everything. Though it was nice to feel like the boss as she was temporarily in charge of the squad until the captain and Lieutenant Kimashi comes back. After a moment's rest, someone called her out, yelling for her to go back in. "Oh dear," she sighed. She wished she could go with them on the mission. It's been a while since she had been assigned one. But at the same time, she didn't want to. They haven't even left Sereitei yet, but there's already a thick stack of paperwork waiting for them on their desks. She could only imagine how much it would pile up if they were absent for a few days. Disastrous. Kaede and the rest of them would probably help a little with those that didn't need the captain's signature or where needed soon, but it's the end of the school year in the Shinou Academy, and they'd have to get the newly grads accustomed in the division and start training them. And her yearly tradition too. She was finished with some of them, probably about half of them from the number of names she saw on the list. Oh so many things to do, she wouldn't be able to squeeze in some training for herself. She broke out of her counting when someone called her again. "I'll be there in a moment," she called back. She shunpoed inside and stopped just right beside her fellow 5th Seat and facing him. The room silenced almost immediately. Glancing at the corner of her eye, she could see some trainees jump at her sudden appearance, which made her slightly smirk. She looked back at him."So what's in it for today?" He answered her. "It's zanjutsu." She faced the trainees and saw their asauchi out. "Oh, I see. Continue now," she waved her hand. "Paperwork and the newspaper," he said to her. She quickly understood and left.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Why are you fightened ?" Madawc asked. "There aren't any creatues dangerous to us in these forests. I have to know since I basically live there." As Xavier accelerated, he tried to keep up with him. The emphasis clearly was on the word 'tried' as he wasn't that successful with it. He started to fall behind. "Wait for me" Madawc called shortly after they had hit the main road. Then there was a thump approaching Xavier's ears from behind. The horse Madawc had been riding on just seconds before now was getting up again without any trouble, but the demonically infested man lay right in the dirt, his back hurting and presenting an amusing scene to each and every bypasser. It hadn't really thrown him off, it had rather collapsed beneath him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xaiver let out a soft moan stopping himself form moving his horse anymore,Turning his head to see the demonic man fallen over and on the ground along with his steed.Getting off his own horse and helping the man onto his feet brushing the dirt form the body making sure that he was okay. The blonde haired man moaned once more getting the man to his feet hoping that the man was not injuries or had broken any bones.Xavier knew a little bit of bandaging people.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc thanked Xavier for helping him up, though it had looked more like Xavier pulling himself down. "It collapsed. Please help me get my armor off, I hope it can carry my bodyweight alone without struggling too much." He felt embarrassed and it was quite obvious that he did so. "When we're in Meche I'll search for something better." Without his armor, he was indeed pretty vulnerable. Luckily this was the main road, so nothing really dangerous to expect.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did as he asked removing the armor of the man blushing a little form seeing his body,Although that could not be seen because he had his helmet still on.After removing his armor the mute man handed him a piece of parchment with something written on it,"Is their a way to store your armor on your horse or are you leaving it behind?" Was what was written on the parchment paper.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc raised an eyebrow. "Leave it behind ? I'd rather walk before doing that!" he answered decisively. He started thinking and looking around if he had got any ropes or something with him to tie the armor to the saddle. He hadn't. So he placed it loosely across the saddle, hoping that it wouldn't drop down too often. He had two horses, one would only carry the armor and his weapons and one would carry him. He tensed his legs, then jumped so he could get onto its back without having stirrups. Certainly Xavier wouldn't have any of his problems, as just by looking at him Madawc could see that he was so much more lithe tham him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Soon enough the two started to move on their very quiet journey,When they finally arrived at the capital of Meche a city called Ja'rel that was not as large as the capital of Bravado and not as clean and fancy as it but was good enough.The young mute made his way towards the palace of the king hoping that he would not be angry for Xavier being late or was just a anxiety that he was having. Walking though the city their was many prying eyes mostly towards Xavier who was wearing his scare yet impressive armor.Some turned their heads some where even looking at Madawc strangely.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was glad that Xavier, or better what he was wearing, was attracting pretty much all of the attention. It had been so long since he had been in such a buzzing town. That explained why he had no idea where the young man was actually heading to. Things had changed, the demon-man had no idea about the current roster of kings, lords and nobles and even less about where they lived. However it didn't take that long until the pompous building came into his view. "Erm... Xavier ? You do indend going in there ? Perhaps then I should be waiting outside for you ?" There were plenty of taverns around here, and he had some coins left in his pockets. And the architecture itself was literally bombarding him with opportunities to investigate and be astonished.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier just nodded his head thinking that he could head inside and give the message before heading back to meet with him,Letting out a soft moan before heading towards the luxurious building in front of them where the king lived.Soon enough Xavier was inside of the building leaving his horse waiting outside. Heading into the foyer before long being lead into the building bowing to the king who was a jolly looking man nodding back at the young man with a smile. Business then was conducted as Xavier gave the king the letter who looked over at it then looking at the council around him."Very good...good to know that your king is not as greedful as i thought" The king spoke which made Xavier scold the man form behind his helmet. The king had asked him to stay in the castle since it had been a long ride for him but the mute humbly refused since his friend was waiting for him and he wanted to stay with his friend to keep him company."How nice.." The king muttered while the others in the council were gossiping like midwives. After their conversation the mute warrior was sent away and meet with Madawc at the local inn.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was sitting on a chair with his feet resting on another. In front of him on the table was a really big meal composed of meat, bread and a bit of wine. Apparently he was enjoying the sun touching his skin - there wasn't that much of it in the woods. He waved at Xavier and pointed at another chair. When the young man was close enough so he hadn't to speak loudly all across the place, Madawc started talking: "So... was your audience a success ?" He took another large bite of his meal, leaning back lazily in his chair. He wondered if it would be too indiscreet to ask about the circumstances. "And what are you gonna do now ?" It would've been a bit of a shame to loose contact to him already.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier took a seat beside the pudgy man looking over at the meal with some disgust because of now much their was,Taking off his helmet placing it on the table beside him.He ordered some milk for himself form the bar maid who nodded and went to get his order,Writing down something on a piece of parchment and handing it to his companion. "I am going to head back to Bravado to receive my reward,But i don't know if my king will have a job for you" Was what was written on the parchment as the barmaid came by with the cold glass of milk which the mute took a drink of.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier looking disgusted didn't go unnoticed. "Why are you looking the way you are looking ?" Madawc asked straightforwardly. He continued eating at a rapid rate, his chair creaking when he got his feet off the other. "Hm. Perhaps I'll just follow you and give it a try. Don't have that many friends around. But give me a few hours to look around here first, please."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned softly like he wanted to apologize for the look but couldn't say it,Quickly writing something like he was in a hurry handing it to Madawc."I did not mean to offend you i apologize,Well you can come with me to Bravado if you want too" Was what was written on the parchment. The young mute took another sip of his glass of milk looking at the ground in shame.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc read the parchment and laughed as he finally understood why Xavier had been looking this way. "Oh, you didn't really offend me. I was just wondering..." He looked at his meal and then at his belly. "I haven't always been pudgy, but the demon part in me is hungry like hell." He tried to give the young man an encouraging gesture. "Perhaps I should walk while you ride along. What do you think ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something else on the parchment making a quick note that he would need to buy more parchment and ink,"Well i didn't want to be rude and have you be angry at me. Im pretty skinny so i will need to build muscles for my body,You can walk with me if you like i would like that alot" Was what was written on the piece of paper. The mute was now looking down at the now empty glass of milk,Meanwhile a group of merc came into the bar taking a seat on a table across the room that would have a view of the two.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh... well... yeah perhaps it would be better if you get a bit beefier. But that will take time. I've got a significant advantage as I'm..." He noted the group of persons looking like mercenaries too late. He continued to whisper, but the fact that he had started the sentence using a normal voice and then had continued it whispering would be suspicious by itself. "Well you know what I am." Madawc pushed himself out of the chair, giving Xavier a subtle sign to follow him. "I don't know if you want to become so bulky as I am. With my belly added to that I'm weighing almost 300 pounds." He started adding up the money he had left in his mind, estimating if it could suffice to buy a really strong horse if he would manage to sell the two he had.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier pit down some gold pieces onto the table to pay for his glass of milk and heading out the bar looking at the mercs staring at them.He had a bad feeling about them they could be people who are trying to hurt him in someway,Pulling his helmet back on his head as he walked outside hoping the mercs did not follow them. Instead they got knights dressed in white standing across form them,"Stop right there...i need you two to speak to the High Councilor Marcus...he has a job for you two" The leader of the white knights wearing what seems like feathers on the sides of the leader's helmet.Also telling form the voice the two could tell the leader was a woman.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc stopped abruptly, darting a glance at Xavier that was virtually asking a single question: 'What now ?'. Then he spoke to the woman directly: "What kind of job is this ? And who's Marcus and who are you ?" He really didn't like the word 'need'... it sounded like 'must'.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "My name is Arella of The Holy Order Of The Red Doves...and to answer your second question High Councilor Marcus is one of the advisory of the king.He is wanting to speak to you personally about this important job" The woman identified as Arella was speaking in a commanding tone of voice.The way she was saying it sounded like a command with her guards standing right behind her. Xavier nodded seeing since it was someone of power in Meche wanting his help them he would gladly help,Since doing this also will give some gratitude form Meche to Bravado.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc didn't like the tone this woman was speaking with, but given the presence of her many guards it was better not to complain about that loudly. Another thing he didn't approve of. The demon-man glanced at Xavier, seeing his nodding. So he agreed to this ? Then he would as well, at least ror the moment. It could not hurt to listen what these Red Doves had to offer. "So... let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier followed behind the woman thinking that this job would be a good thing for Bravado since this would build a better relationship with the Meche king.Following her to a luxurious mansion being lead into the foyer and having them wait in the foyer while Arella fetches Marcus. Soon enough they we're then lead into a grand dining hall where Marcus was sitting down eating lunch smiling at the two wanting them to sit down beside him."Come come sit down i need to speak to you about the task,Would you like anything to eat?" He said to the two of them sipping form his mug.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Erm... no." Madawc was a bit bashful when he answered the question. Hell if he had known that he wouldn't have spent his precious money on having his big meal in the tavern. He looked around: The building was impressive, so this Marcus who owned it apparently really was someone very important. The demon-man turned to Xavier. "Help me get myself strapped into my armor again. Just in case..." Madawc had carried the thing all the way with him so noone could steal it.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did as his companion said quietly putting on his armor and wit his eyes still on the Marcus,After he did this he moved away form Madawc nodding his head letting out a soft moan as if he was apologizing for not speaking to the high councilor right away. "It is quite fine,Well what this job entails is that i need you two to kill a foul beast that has killed many of my men and have stolen Meche women for what reason i fear to tell..." The high councilor said looking down at his mug of wine drinking the last of the contents inside."I will show where these vile creature lives so you can cut off their heads..." The councilor said looking at the two of them with anger and hatred in his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik With his armor back on his body Madawc felt a bit more secure. Not that he really expected something bad to happen, but butter safe than sorry. He didn't sit down as he just wasn't in the mood for it right now. He wanted to be ready. When Marcus had finished presenting the mission, Madawc was a bit perplexed. "Hold on, wait a minute.... You said this beast has already killed many of your men and you are expecting us two to kill it ? What else do you know about the creature except for its dwelling place ? And... sorry that I ask, but why have you selected us ?" The demon-man didn't point it out directly, but there was one thing that really kept his mind busy: He was a total newcomer in this town and yet, after not even a few hours, he was selected for such a mission by someone he didn't know.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I apologize...but i have heard of a strong Bravado warrior...and i know that if you helped me with this task then the king will recognize this as a act and will strengthen the bond between Bravado and Meche" Marcus said looking over towards Xavier."And i have heard that a man demon has killed many and i can pay you with enough gold to help you in your..life" He added now looking over towards Madawc. The mute man nodded thinking that he would be glad to do this to help their countries relationships.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Now Madawc got significantly more aggressive, but it was rather uninteded. Just learning that there already was a second person that just knew apparently everything about him was kinda frustrating. "How the hell do you know ?" he asked straightforwardly, approaching Marcus by a few steps.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Hm..uh..i found out form the the tales you have not made your presence that secret.." Marcus said now backing into his seat form Madawc stepping towards him. Xavier moaned softly rubbing the demon man's arm like he was trying to clam him down and telling him not to be anger with the high councilor.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc gnarled a bit, but calmed down when he felt what Xavier was attempting. There was indeed no point in starting an argument here. It did just really piss him off that this vital information was spreading so fast... A few seconds later, having taken a deep breath and not said a word, the demon-man continued to talk in a much calmer tone again: "So... are there any other hints you can give is about the creature ? Perhaps something like how to fight it the most effectively ? Any weaknesses ? And how far away is it ?" He also was interested in the payment, but first he wanted to get an idea how the job could actually be done.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well the last location of where the monster could be is in a the old coal mine northwest of here,Well when my solider was fighting the creature found that fire is something that monster is scared of..." Marcus said looking at his plate before looking up at the two men in front of him. "The cavern is a 427 paces form this castle,And i don't know how much my men have injured it but it might have recovered" Marcus said looking over at the two.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "427 paces ? So we're basically almost there." He glanced at Xavier, asking: "So should we just go there right now ?" The prospect of that creature being vulnerable to fire did cast a slight grin on his face. That was something he could serve with...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head thinking that they should get rid of this creature as soon as they can,Marcus thanked them and telling them that they could be given enough supplies to kill the beast.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc nodded towards Xavier, indicating that he wanted to head out immediately. He felt that it was unnecessary to waste any more time and that he was prepared. "Let's pick up the supplies then and go." The bulky and pudgy demon-man turned around and accelerated. He pushed the door open and held it there to allow Xavier to go through first.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier slowly walked out first waiting for Madawc to caught up with him,He didn't have much to buy for supplies expect maybe a some food and rope or tools for the journey.Perhaps he would get some wood, rags and some flint to make fire to fight the creature.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The journey to the beast's cavern was uneventful. Something that probably had something to do with the fact that it was a distance of no more than about 400 paces. The cavern itself was quite impressive. There was no light except for the torches, but one could just feel that the floor was almost flat and slippery. There was a huge amount of rather thin stalactites growing from the ceiling, but only a few, but way thicker stalagmites rising from the ground. It was a kinda odd thing. They were standing in a large hall of some sort, wide and very high, at least for a cavern. Madawc drew his hammer. They now were pretty much inside the beast's lair. The question was... "Who goes first and who goes behind ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and was now walking in front of Madawc taking the lead and wanted his companion to take the rear.Walking down the damp cavern pulling out his massive sword that was much bigger then his whole body.He could hear the water drops into a puddle that echoed though out the cave. He could also smell something gross something that made him cover his nose slightly with his hand.He couldn't wait to kill this beast and be done with this horrid place.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc started to smell the smell, too. "I assume it's the remains of the beast's victims. Let's just hope we won't be added to the heap." He wasn't afraid. Demons just did't tend to be. However he was clever enough to beware of underestimating what could be in here. He didn't stop looking around, especially behind him, while he continued going deeper and deeper into the cave, holding his two handed hammer ready in his hands. The sword Xavier was using was somewhat enormous, at least for a lightweight person like he was. After two or three minutes of continued intrusion, he could hear something. Something nasty. "Xavier ? Stop. I think it's coming."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier stopped for a moment to listen to what was going on and could hear a loud stopping sound coming their way,He was frozen for a moment listening to the noise. The noise soon became louder then before they knew it they could see a large looking beasts standing in front of them,In it's hand was a frightening sight that made Xavier want to vomit.A woman by what Xavier could see who looked pregnant most likely form the creature putting that monstrous child in her. Well else he could see is the ugly progeny of their relationship coming towards them with makeshift clubs and spears.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc let out a curse. He had not expected that. They were outnumbered here, so a difference in quality had to do it. He hoped that this difference actually existed, not knowing if Xavier was actually good as a fighter or if he was just good at looking impressive. He didn't give any commands - it was pretty clear that they both had to care about the small stuff so to speak first. The first 'child' found its end with the cavern's floor rumbling and spitting small fragments of stone when the man's hammer impacted it. Madawc was one hell of a strong person, but would he be able to keep that up long enough ?</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc let out a curse. He had not expected that. They were outnumbered here, so a difference in quality had to do it. He hoped that this difference actually existed, not knowing if Xavier was actually good as a fighter or if he was just good at looking impressive. He didn't give any commands - it was pretty clear that they both had to care about the small stuff so to speak first. The first 'child' found its end with the cavern's floor rumbling and spitting small fragments of stone when the man's hammer impacted it. Madawc was one hell of a strong person, but would he be able to keep that up long enough ?</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier soon joined the battle cutting down the attacking monstrous children if he could even call them children,The giant creature now placing the girl on the floor of the cavern.Coming towards the two of them picking up a cave spike that was near him trying to take a swing at Madawc. Xavier meanwhile was attacking the monsters.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik God this was ugly, but nothing he had not been seen before. Battle was always this way, being all of the participants entirely human or not. Madawc evaded the stalactite, but in doing so he hit the cavern floor really hard. With pain to his right shoulder, the demon-man heaved himself up again while the beast was recovering from the momentum it had invested into its thrust. When it returned, seemingly even more enraged than before, he achieved a hit to what appeared to be its chest, but it only sent blood flying and caused a cracking sound. The creature was still very much alive and Madawc was backing off a bit towards Xavier, hoping that he had the other pests under control.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was cutting down the creatures chopping them in half with his giant sword,Turning his attention to the hulking beast in front of them shaking off the chest wound.Swinging the stalactite once more towards the two of them that hit Xavier on the shoulder sending him flying into the cave wall. The mute slowly got back up moving pasted the children creatures and towards his sword which was a few feet away form him,Rolling to his sword grabbing it and cutting a few children in half.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc could see Xavier being thrown around like a big toy. Not exactly reassuring - at least he seemed to be not only alive, but still combat-ready. As the mute was dealing with the children, it appeared to be his turn to take care of the big beast itself. Surprisingly, he didn't start another attempt with his hammer. Instead, he just stood there, nailing the beast with his eyes, and suddenly there was some sort of wave detaching from his body and rapidly moving towards the creature. It wasn't fire, but it felt almost as hot. This did have a very noticeable effect. The beast backed off and even seemed attempting to protect its eyes with its... whatever one would call this, screaming. Madawc was sweating now. That thing he just had done did take its toll and he really hoped that he would not have to repeat it several times. He charged at it, hoping to make a crushing blow while the enemy was still recovering.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was making short work of the children cutting them in half and in some cases slicing off their hands.He wondered how many the woman the beast raped to make so many of his progeny.He made his way over towards the giant creature wanting to help out Madawc as best he could. Xavier surprisingly jumped off one of the children going in to cut the head off the creature.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Wow." Madawc said appreciatively. Xavier appeared to be a much better fighter than expected, likely even better than himself, at least in some aspects. The demon-man lowered his warhammer and left his stance, but looked around carefully to see if there was anything left that wasn't yet entirely dead. The cave had turned into a bloody mess, but: The job was done! The pudgy man turned around slowly, having to be cautious not to slip on the floor where the always dripping water had already started to wash away the blood. There were numerous smaller and larger bodies he had to make his way around, too. When the contaminated area was behind him, he turned around, looking at the mute warrior: "Come ? We're done here. Let's collect the bounty."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier could see the giant creature's head hitting the ground with a loud thud,Coming back to the ground walking over towards Madawc patting his shoulder to get his attention.Pointing to the pregnant woman moaning softly,He wanted to save the woman since they could get a bit more money for her. A childish moan once more coming out of his mouth tugging at the fat man's shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh... that woman." Madawc replied a bit surprised. He had entirely forgotten about her as he had thought that there was nothing that could be done for her. "If you think that somebody can help her. Let's hope she doesn't spread more of these ugly things or we will have a problem." The man started walking, leaving the woman up to Xavier. He wanted to collect the bounty as soon as possible, hoping that it was much. He had entirely forgotten to actually ask this beforehand. Soon, they entered Marcus' residence again.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and sheathed his sword on his back walking over to the knocked out girl,Picking up the woman gently not wanting to harm her or wanted to kill her if she gave birth to a beast child. Coming out of the cavern and following behind Madawc making sure that their was not other creatures after them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was moving surprisingly fast once he had entered the residence. When he encountered a servant, he asked straightforwarldy for Marcus, telling the other person about the reason why he had to talk with the man of the house as soon as possible. It was still daytime so he was likely not sleeping yet and hopefully present in this building. The search ended up with him and Xavier being lead into the very same room the mission had started in, but they were left waiting for Marcus for several minutes. Given how surprisingly fast they had come back, this was something to be excused. When the rich man finally entered, Madawc went ahead: "So.. we've slain the beast. In fact, Xavier has brought someone back from the cavern, hoping that someone can take care of her." Seconds later, he noticed that he should probably have added something like 'in a positive way' to his last sentence. To 'take care of' someone who had been along with and tortured by such a creature for the sake of its own will COULD be misinterpreted...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier soon came into the room holding the unconscious woman in his arms carefully moving to stand beside Madawc,"By the gods...your brought...my daughter..." Marcus came running towards Xavier taking the pregnant woman in his arms caressing her cheek gently.Xavier was worried that she would give birth to another one of those creatures and he would have to kill it or her. "Thank you..i am in your debt...and you will be rewarded for your work..Guard take her to her room and keep watch..." The councilman said as a guard took the girl away,"Mhm i will have my associate James give you the right amount of gold pieces and then some for bringing my daughter back to me" The older man said grateful for the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik That was surprising. Marcus' own daughter. Hell how lucky Madawc had been for her father not getting trapped in his somewhat ambiguous wording. Anyway, the more human part in him felt glad that this issue had been solved in a very peaceful way, and both parts of him agreed on that it was good to have that issue solved. With obvious pleasure, the demon-man collected his part of the money. "So, what are you gonna do with all these coins, Xavier ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier and Madawc were given their reward which was five hundred gold pieces including a two hundred bonus for finding his daughter,So in total they had about seven hundred in gold pieces. When asked the question Xavier let out a soft moan putting his purse of gold away on his person and hide it well enough that it would not be normally noticeable. Moaning out again before writing something quickly on a piece of parchment giving it to the pudgy man,"I don't know what i would buy,Supplies mostly and food in case i get hungry but nothing to expensive i need some coin for my travel to Bravado" It said on the peice of parchment that the mute handed to him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Bravado, huh ? If I am to follow you there I should probably try to buy a stronger horse, shouldn't I ? Do you know where I could get such a beast or perhaps accompany me there ?" Aside from that, he would need supplies as well.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head wanting him to follow him to Bravado,However he wondered if he would be welcomed in his land.Walking outside of the Councillor's house seeing some beggars who were circling around them begging for some gold pieces for the group, The mute man pulled out some gold pieces form his purse handing them to each beggar smiling and feeling good about giving to the poor and hungry. Unknown to him behind him some children thieves were stealing the mute's gold purse and running away and would be noticeable to Madawc.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc didn't care much about the beggars, but seeing Xavier taking care of them, he couldn't help but let loose of a few coins as well - for the sake of the evolving friendship between the mute and himself. All off a sudden, he dashed away, just yelling "Xavier!" in order to get the mute's immediate attention. He just could not let that happen. Luckily, it were 'only' children and the streets started to be clogged up after the frist hundred meters, but still he had trouble to catch up to them. When he finally did, the boy was grabbed at his collar and left staring at Madawc's war-painted face. The demon-man lifted him off the ground with one arm. First, he yanked the purse out of his hand, then he delivered a very loud and very strong reprimand right into the boy's face. He dropped him back so hard on the ground that the child was struggling getting up again. "Get off!" Madawc shouted. The other thieves had escaped - he just had not enough arms to take care of all of them simultaneously. Breathing heavily, he handed the purse back to Xavier, hoping that its contents were still in there.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Erm..." Madawc had noted that the shop's owner didn't feel well, and though he was still wearing his armor, he was sure that his appearance wasn't the reason for this. He had at least spent some seconds washing all the blood of it in Marcus' manor, well before hitting the road again, and his armor was looking rather ordinary in general. He continued to whisper towards the mute: "I think you could lower the prices for you if you would take this helmet off..." He tried to tell it in a humorous way, gently patting Xavier's shoulder. What would he need to buy here ? A lot to eat, of course. Something none-perishable as he didn't know how long that travel would take. That was the most important thing. His clothes were still in pretty good shape he thought, so he wouldn't need that.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head taking off his helmet so the shop keeper could see his feminine face,Letting out a moan before writing down what he wanted to buy form the shop keeper.Handing the piece of parchment to the shopkeeper who nodded and brought the mute man the supplies he needed,"Is that all?" He asked him nervously looking at the young man. The mute nodded and handed enough gold pieces to pay for the supplies he needed.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc approached the shopkeeper next. He bought several items: food like salt meat or long-lasting bread, a few candles and a few pieces of parchment. One could never have enough of that with Xavier around. "So. What's the next item on the list ?" He suspected that the mute had not finished his shopping trip yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out another moan thinking that he would have to go to the blacksmith to sharpen his weapon,Walking to the blacksmith's store talking or rather writing notes to the elderly but strong looking blacksmith who was nodding and looking over the parchment thinking that it would take a hour or so to sharpen his large blade.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Well... my hammer doesn't need to be sharpened." Madawc grinned, then departed from Xavier, stating that he wanted to buy some other things. Being on his own now and not knowing the city, it took him a considerable while and several friendly inquiries to find what he was looking for. The man he was confronted with had a dismissive attitude towards him almost right from the beginning, but he was the only one who appeared to possess horses that looked suitable to Madawc. The demon-man got pointed at and even poked multiple times into his flabby, but not really large belly. He really would have liked to break this guy's finger or even something bigger. In the end, the trader accepted one of his two beasts and most of the coins Madawc had just earned this day as payment. Madawc also bought a new saddle and some other small things before he returned to the agreed meeting point with the mute. Now he was sitting on a real war horse in full armor. It was obvious that it still was under very high strain, but it would suffice to carry him for several hours a day while his supplies were on the other beast.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Soon after the blacksmith was finished with the mute's sword handing it back to him asking him a question which he got no answer to, The mute's answer was a child like moan and bowing his head and walking out of the store with his sword in sheathed now trying to find the pudgy demon man. No such luck so far since most people were trying to avoid Xavier and his parchment with the question he was asking, Although he was sure he could find the demon man sooner or later.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Ahem..." There was a noise of someone jumping down from a height, and the loudness of the impact was indicative of someone wearing armor. Madawc nudged on Xavier's shoulder to get his attention. "Here I am. I've finished my purchase." He gently patted the neck of the heavily breathing horse. "Would you like to try it ?" the demonically infested man asked friendly.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a soft moan hating that he was just scared by the pudgy man,Moaning softly shaking his head not know what he wanted by trying it out. Writing on a piece of parchment giving it to him asking what he meant by trying it out.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "It was an offer." Madawc answered in a friendly manner. "Are you ready or do you want to stay overnight and start early in the morning ?" He hoped that the mute would opt for the latter. "Did I surprise you ? I had the short impression that you were scared. Sorry for that..." he raised his hands in a defensive gesture and put them down again.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote down something on a piece of parchment handing it to the pudgy man,"Let us head out now before the sun sets, We can camp once it gets dark" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute would be happy to leave Meche and get back home to Bravado where he can enjoy being praised by his king.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc pocketed the parchment. It could possibly be re-used by scratching away the superficial ink as parchment was far more robust than ordinary paper, however it also was expensive. The demon-man wasn't really happy about leaving city right now, but he wouldn't put himself in Xaviers way. Camping... well... he had been passing his nights this way for years. This would probably me more of an inconvenience for the mute warrior than for him. Looking at the sun for an estimation how long it would still shine across the sky, he mounted his newly bought horse again. Xavier could notice it groan under his companion, who immediately started to turn around and slowly find his path along the streets towards the city gate. "Then let's head out."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was worried that he had angered Madawc by not wanting to to wanting to wait for the next morning for them to then ride off to, The mute hopped onto his horse and riding off onto the path that would lead to Bravado. He was happy that he had secured the relationship between Meche and Bravado and he would be praised by his king which was a plus. He thought however if Madawc would be chased out or killed if meeting the king or The Red Doves would want to kill him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The two men's progress was smooth and steady. Soon, they had left the gates of Meche behind them and were on their way to Bravado, using the main routes. It would take a few more hours till sunset, the time they had decided to put up their camp and have some rest. Madawc had taken off his heavy armor, the demon-man just was confident enough not to need it soon. The comfortable cloth beneath it now was revealing the man's belly that bulged at least three inches over his belt. "Xavier ? You told me you wanted to become stronger. I tell you: You have to exercise more for that. And eat more after that as well."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino When they were camping out near the road with the mute cross legged sharping his weapon, Xavier wrote down something on a piece of parchment handing it to Madawc. "well i would but i don't want a a noticeable belly like yourself" Was what was written to him with the mute smiling only teasing Madawc not wanting to be mean in his commit. Finishing up sharping his sword and was eating some bread.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc looked down at himself, seeing the chubby mass that was weighing on him and poking into it with his index finger. "Yeah, I know... I've become fat a bit. I'm eating too much, but the demon is driving me I believe. He doesn't care and neither do I very much. However sometimes it can be advantageous to be bloody heavy, something you likely will not profit from for a long time to come." the man teased back. "What do you weigh ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier just had a big smile on his face when the other man said this writing down something on parchment and handing it to him, "I weigh 143 pounds" Was what was written on the parchment when the fat man got the parchment form him. Xavier meanwhile was chewing softly on his piece of bread thinking that he would not want to be so heavy even though his armor was a bit on the slow side.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc hat to grin like a Cheshire cat. "So your less than a half of me." he replied. Then he grabbed some of his own bread and water and started nibbling at it. "That makes you faster, doesn't it ?" he added before stoking up the fire, thinking about if they had gathered enough wood to burn. It got colder and colder. Having finished that and having consumed his ration for today's evening, he addressed the mute again: "Tell me... where exactly did you get your armor from ? It's highly unusual. Actually I've never seen something like this before."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote on a piece of parchment how he made his armour, What he wrote doe was that he during a raid on his village form Escudo warriors that killed his family and everyone in the village. He lived because he hid in a. Pile of corpses and after the raid he fashioned the bones of the villagers with iron to make the armor.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc stared at the mute. Bones ? Did he really write bones ? He looked back at the parchment. It didn't just say that, it also added of villagers. The demon-man was very blunt: "So you're a body-stripper ?" Then he laughed. "Who would have thought of that... Not me, that's for sure." He turned his eyes towards his noticeable fat stores, briefly, then back to Xavier. "Well.. you would have to remove something to get access to my bones... but... does this actually improve the armor's properties in any way or is it just for visual impression ?"</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier quietly wrote something on another piece of parchment handing it to Madawc, He thought that perhaps he had scared the pudgy man somewhat but hearing the man laughing making him let out a soft moan. "I use it to scare my enemy usually they are too frightened to fight me and i usually don't take off my helmet because i know they they will be fear me with this face" Was what was written on the piece of parchment.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Well... that doesn't work on me." he said smiling. "I prefer not intimidating enemies by appearance, but by my actions alone." He didn't carry this out as a critique, but a simple statement. "Have you planned for anyone of us standing guard or do you believe that won't be necessary ?" Their horses could be stolen, or their other posessions, or they themselves could become victims of an attack... That were some of the thoughts Madawc had in his mind when asking this.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something to Madawc and handing the piece of parchment to him, "I can stand guard i don't get much sleep anyway" It said as the mute stood up on his feet looking around and to his horses.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You sure ? Both of us need to be rested if we want to continue this journey in an efficient manner." Madawc was indeed a bit skeptical and his voice made no secret out of that circumstance. However, if Xavier would state now that he was sure about it, he wouldn't ask again but snuggle down into his sleeping bag.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head patting the man's shoulder reassuring him as best he could of course,Standing up form where he was pulling out his sword and looking around making sure also that the fire was hot and burning. He was sure that he heard a noise but it must have been his imagination.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The demon-man didn't exactly feel satisfied by Xavier's reassurance. They were still rather close to the main road and this could mean two different things: Either the likelihood of thieves, marauders and other folks of that kind passing by was decreased because there were so many traders and travellers around who would see things, or it was increased because there were so many traders and travellers around who could be robbed. However, Madawc didn't cling to the topic and fell asleep soon. He didn't snore. Xavier had already been keeping on his promise for several hours when there was a second noise. The mute had entirely forgotten about the first one he had heard hours ago, and in fact that one had not turned out to be of any importance after all. Yet this one was peculiar so he decided to investigate, even if that meant leaving the campsite behind for several meters. Having made his way into the surroundings, the warrior had barely enough time to raise his sword and parry the incoming attack. Was this a man or a beast ? It was so dark and he had to pay attention to other things now that he couldn't decide just yet. He yelled the thing into the face: "Madawc! Get here!" Hopefully that pudgy man would get onto his feet quickly - if he woke up. He did. That's what Xavier could see in the corner of his view, but his companion wasn't prepared for combat, and having been asleep until right now probably wasn't the best precondition in such a situation.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute had the sudden appearance of some creatures that even caused Xavier's to almost jump out of his seat, Pulling out his sword getting ready for the incoming battle. The creatures looked filthy and something that the world ate and spit out, Cutting down the incoming creature slicing it in half. Xavier let out a loud moan moving closer towards Madawc wanting him to wake up and help him, Their was about a dozen or more of these creatures that it was hard to keep up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "What the..." were the only words Madawc uttered. He was barely awake, kneeling on the inside of his opened sleeping bag. Can't one have just a single night of good sleep.... The demon-man was far away from being truly prepared for battle: Still blinking, he had not a single piece of his armor put on him. Having a blurred vision, he tried to guess the numer of attackers. The result was shocking, it meant that taking the time to put on his gear would equal letting Xavier become overwhelmed by those... whatever those things were. He had no idea. Alien creatures had been pretty much the bottom line on his list of things he would have expected to happen so close to a main road. He grabbed his warhammer and charged at the mess that was unfolding before his eyes. Madawc was almost on his bare feet and only wearing thick cloth. It made him lighter and thus faster, an irony if one considered his physique. However, it also meant less protection. So it didn`t take long for him to get bruised and bleeding, but at least it was obvius that Madawc had the upper hand in terms of sheer strength and momentum. This circumstance resulted in an increasing number of crushed skulls and ribcages, but they were far from being safe yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute man was cutting down the creatures that were attacking him, He felt the slashes of the their small weapons on his body causing him to grunt out in pain. His own sword slashing horizontally cutting about four of the creatures in two, Unfortunately for them they would feel the earth shaking underneath their feet. Soon enough coming towards them was a large wagons with even bigger horse steering them towards the group, Standing on the very wagon that was leading was someone in white armor.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawcs shirt had turned into a blood-drenched piece of junk. Yet he didn't seem to be very set about pulling it off when the fight was over. Leaving bloody footsteps behind, he looked around. Xavier, as expected, had been pretty efficient in terms of killing. Given the fact that he had to start fighting right after waking up and with no gear on, a circumstance that had forced him to be more cautious and more on the defensive side, the demon-man was rather satisfied by his own work however. He approached the wagon, or to be more precisely the guy standing on it, straightforwarldy. With a grumpy tone, he asked: "What do you want ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "None of your business demon" The voice spoke indicating that the person in the armor was a woman, Xavier knew who this was ad was speaking to them both. It was Scarlet Oathbringer the leader of the Holy Order Of The Red Doves, He also knew this would be a bit of trouble for them if he could get them out of this situation. The mute let out a soft moan writing something down on a piece of parchment,He handed it slowly to Scarlet who took it quickly."We are travelers going back to Bravado for a mission to build a relationship between Bravado and Meche....we mean no harm and were recently attacked by some creatures so we beg you to let us leave in peace" Was what she read looking over to Xavier with a foul look on her face.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Xavier ? Who is this person ?" Madawc pointed at Scarlet in a rather disrespectful manner while directing his view and words to the mute. Then he got blunt: "So why are you approaching us in this rather threatening way ? Is it forbidden to defend oneself ?" In fact, the demon-mans mind started to draw hypothetical lines between the monster's attack and the very sudden and both spatially and temporarily very close emergence of that... whoever she was. Aside from that... meeting yet another person who instantaneously knew about his demon part did piss him off somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier then explained via parchment to the pudgy demon that she was Scarlet Oathbringe the fifty-seventh leader of The Red Doves and ever leader had the ability to sense the supernatural so she could sense the demon inside of him. "It is..but i wonder why these creatures attacked you..." Scarlet said looking down at him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "That's what I am, too. Isn't such an attack highly unusual near the main roads ?" The suspicion still had not got out of him completely. What added to his caution was that there was a void of information in his mind about these 'Red Doves'. But perhaps he could remedy that: "May I ask what the Order you are leading is all about ? Haven't heard about The Red Doves before, to be honest."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "My apologizes demon...well i can educate you on our order.." The woman took off her helmet holding it under her arm,"Our order was created 234 years old started by Saint Jerome who was the first leader of the order,Our goal as the order is to follow the orders of Pope Whilom who guides us to ride the world of evil.." She said to Madawc looking down at him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Being stared down at was something Madawc couldn't really stand. If he had been in a better position he would have stepped onto the wagon, putting himself on equal terms with her. "I'm no evil, so get off my back, please." he replied decisively. It wasn't entirely truthful though.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well demon i would think otherwise form the accounts that i have heard about you...You cannot hide such a big problem as you think" She said pointing to his belly in a playfully teasing manner,"Anyway we are on a mission right now and don't have time for you two...heretics..." She added looking over to Xavier with her intense eyes that scared the mute. And with that she put her helmet back onto her head telling the driver to move along the road leaving the two alone and surrounded by dead monster bodies.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc spit on the ground. If it had not been for the white paint, one would have seen that he had blushed the moment his belly got pointed at. And he became angered, really angered. "So that's it ? Being fat is my big problem, yes ? Aside from that: I am not fat, am I ?" he asked Xavier in a rough manner. "What does this woman think ? I suspect nothing!" The demon-man started to wrap up his belongings. It appeared he wasn't intending to stay here any longer.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier shrugged his shoulder thinking that the woman was flirting with him for some reason that he didn't know about,Getting his things packed up putting on his armor letting out a soft moan.Writing something quickly on a piece of parchment handing it to the chubby demon man. "I think she was either flirting with you or didn't mean to be rude with her comment" Was what was written on the parchment while the young man was putting his things on his horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "If someone wants to flirt with me, that someone shouldn't leave then..." Madawc answered in disbelief. The demon thought that Xavier's explanation for what happened was ridiculous, but he wouldn't tell the young boy. He wasn't in the mood for conflict as they really had had enough of a fight already. Seeing Xavier getting ready for travel, he decided to do the same, strapped on his armor and loaded his second horse with all of the baggage. Madawc tried to catch up with the warrior, and his overburdened horse gave him enough time to think about his wording. in the end, it was straightforward and simple: "I'm really eager to tell this woman what I'm really thinking about her!"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something quickly on another piece of parchment handing it to the heavy set man,"Well perhaps she was too stubborn to say she was flirting with you?And what would you tell her?" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute boy was now riding along the road his hand on his sword in case they were attacked again.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I'd tell her that I want clear answers and that it's not that ladylike to point at one's belly in such a teasing way. Am I really that fat ?" Of course, in Madawc's own opinion, he was not. A considerable bit over the line, but he had a huge lot of muscle to compensate for that! As if to underline that, he did the same thing Xavier did: Grabbing his weapon and holding it in his hand, ready to strike. The thing that was different was that his weapon wasn't a sword, but a huge warhammer that normally was supposed to be used with both hands, not a single one. However Madawc didn't seem to have any problem with that.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head thinking that perhaps it was rude for her to say that he was fat even though he had to admit that he was a bit pudgy in the middle.Never writing anything more riding down the lone road shifting his eyes looking around to see if any of those creatures would attack again. None so far but he would not be caught off guard again by those creatures,Soon they would head towards the guard post near one of the Meche's village called Kaol.They were stopped by the guards being checked if they would be any trouble.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Ride less and walk more! It would be good for both you and your poor beast!" was a comment of the guard that fueled Madawc's anger. Kaol was even less beknown to him than the capital city had been, but at least the probability of being attacked there was lowered. Other people were around to protect inhabitants and guests alike. "What about searching for a nice little tarvern and stay a while ? Or do we have to hurry ?" The demon part in the man had passed the guard unrecognized. If that soldier had put himself into the growing list of people who had been able to discover one of his more astonishing properties within an instant, he would have gone crazy. The war-painted man didn't tell Xavier about it though as he thought that it could be of a great concern for him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was stopped by the guard being checked by the guards before being lead out of the post and towards the city,Writing down something and handing it the demon man calming riding down the road."A tavern would be good for now since it is almost dawn and we can rest easier then near the road" It was written on the parchment as the mute was heading towards the town.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc went ahead and organized for the horses to have a safe place to rest over the night. He wasn't too picky about the tavern however. On his behalf, the two men ended up in a rather dilapidated looking, wooden building with only a few chambers spread across two stories. The barmaid was looking nice, but the fact that Madawc didn't appear to act any different towards her than he did to any owner of a shop was able to disperse certain suspicions. "Single room or one for each of us ?" he asked the mute. The woman had already told them about the pricing: It was more dead cheap than expensive.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute nodded and let out a moan putting up two fingers wanting to have a room for the two of them,The man in the tavern that was speaking to them nodded and handed them both two keys so they can head into their rooms. The mute took his keys letting out another moan as if he was trying to thank the tavern owner.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Two separate rooms ? Well... who was he to expect anything else. It would make it much easier for thieves and the like though. Madawc thrusted a few coins across the table as payment for their overnight stay, then started going upwards. Almost each and everyone of the wooden steps creaked under his feet and so did the bed which Madawc sat down on after bidding Xavier good night. The demonically infested man didn't feel ready for the land of dreams yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned out loudly waving his hand in a very child like manner like he was trying to say good night to him, Still wearing his armor getting looks form the other patrons who were staring at him. Not that he minded being stared at but as long as he was not made fun of he was fine with people staring at him. Going into his room taking off his armor but keeping his thick sword beside him on the bed in case, Laying down on the bed swearing to himself that he could hear a voice speaking to him. "Beware..." The voice spoke to him in a soft whisper.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Does this guy never take his armor off ? Xavier seemed to have some sort of close attachment to his equipment, and it eluded the demon man's comprehension. On the other hand however, Madawc's stature did attract some attention, too. It didn't bother him. The room was rather shabby, as expected, and the bed was saggy. His hammer and armor were put on a chair, he locked the door and, as a precautionary measure, blocked it by shoving a heavy piece of furniture in front of it. Just in case... there had been a few surprises already.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier sleeping in his bed not locking his door since he was a light sleeper and could be at the ready for his weapon if needed, Sleeping softly having a dream of a woman dressed in blue smiling with a white house behind her. Surrounding the area were Nwiq flowers that had purple petals with a yellow steam. Turning around in his bed hearing a soft voice speaking to him telling him how wonderful and how much the voice loved him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was sleeping well. The demon did dream only very seldomly and today was such a day when he just didn't at all. The pudgy man had no idea what was going in his companion's mind. The moon went, the sun came. The bear heaved himself out of his bed late in the morning, not needing to change any clothes. He knocked at Xavier's door.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The door would be open so he could come inside,If he did come inside then he would see the mute sitting up on his bed his head down rubbing his forehead with his hands.He has these bad dreams that made real life like it was one of his bad dreams.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You do know it can be dangerous to leave one's door open while sleeping ?" Madawc had finally decided to get inside once he had found out that the door had not been locked in the first place. "Everything's alright ? You don't look well."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Letting out a soft moan before shaking his head,Standing up on his feet slowly of course packing up his things.A shame he could not tell the demon man of his nightmare that he had lately. Heading out of his room fully armoured and ready to leave still getting strange looks form the other patrons.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "So... no answer is an answer as well." Madawc wasn't satisfied at all with Xavier's reaction, and it was obvious that he wasn't. However he didn't probe into the subject any further, but followed the mute man. "What's today's target ?" He turned towards his room, hoping that Xavier would follow him now so he would listen while the demonically infested man was buckling up.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute man moaned softly writing down something quickly on a piece of parchment,"We head to Juno which is at the border of Meche and Bravado" Was what was written while the mute had prepared and paying the bill for the two of them. Once done their he headed out mounting his house after he tied his things to the back of the horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed suit, though his horse seemed to be far less happy to see its owner again than Xavier's. "How far is it ?" he asked the mute man, then mumbled something that was hard to understand, but one could hear a few fragments: "...damn Red Doves..." and "interruptions". Overall, the demonically infested didn't appear to be in the best mood. But was this something surprising ?</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute wrote something on a piece of paper handing it to the demon infested man,"About six hours away" Was what was written as Xavier was on top of his horse and ready to ride waiting for Madawc to mount his horse.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc put his foot into the stirrup and got up into the saddle. "Do we need any fresh supplies ? I don't think so, but if you do otherwise... If you ask me, we have time. In that case I'll wait for you just outside of the village." He intended to get rid of the stinking, beaten paths of this village as soon as possible.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You seem fascinated." Madawc asked Xavier. The demon had noticed the stare in his eyes towards the persons and caravans that were accompanying them. He himself felt nothing special for them. His own youth had been a very uneventful thing that had taken place in a small village, far away from any place where a circus would go. And then the demon had come on that battlefield where he had fought. From then on he had had other things to worry - or not worry - about in his life. However, that didn't mean that he could not understand the word 'amusement' anymore. "We could visit a circus, if you want."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head moaning softly like he wanted to go see the circus folk,Moving his horse to where circus folk were looking down at the them with some of them being a bit frightened by the young man's armor,"Excuse me?" One of the men said looking up at the young man. Xavier was of course flabbergasted letting out a soft moan. "Ummm sorry for bothering you...what do you need?" Another man said looking him over because Xavier was wearing his armor he would look quite menacing.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "He's a mute." Madawc told the men. "You have to be a bit patient so he can give you a written answer." He made his own horse get a bit closer to Xavier's - just in case something went wrong and he had to provide assistance... "I don't think we need anything, but like said, let him answer, please."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier looked at the man curiously quickly writing something on a piece of parchment like a mad man,"I was wondering if will be a show in the next town?" The piece of parchment said and the man that was holding it looked at the mute with some curiousisoity and with a strange look on his face. Looked at him strangely while the scary looking man was handing him the parchment.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc couldn't help but to try to snatch a quick glance onto the piece of parchment Xavier handed to the other man. He barely made it, able to roughly understand what was going on between the two. "Do you think we have the time to visit a show ?" he asked Xavier, not wanting to criticize him with that question. He had enough time, it was all about the mute's schedule. "Oh, and... I think once again your armor is scaring people. You know what you had to do in that shop, right ?" he gave an amused hint, remembering how frightened the shop's owner had been for the same reason.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute shook his head thinking for a moment that perhaps they would make for good time not being distracted by the carnival,He was conflicted he wanted to see the circus folk but he needed to see the king as soon as possible.Biting his lower lip form underneath his helmet asking one of the circus folk if they would give him a comedy mask for some gold pieces. One of the men nodded handing him the mask and the mute handing back the gold storing the mask in his pack and saying goodbye.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I didn't exactly suspect you of being interested in comedy masks..." Madawc noted. "You better stow it away somewhere or your armor will loose its intimidating aura because people see the mask." the demon chuckled. He still wasn't convinced about the concept, believing that looking very, very large and strong - just like he himself did - was more effective in intimidation than any armor could be. He patted his horse that was showing clear signs of the downsides of his concept and continued on. "Why do you need to see the king ? Isn't that very unusual ? And are you sure that the king will grant you an audience at all ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier shook his head smiling while putting away the mask in his pack,He was of course not going to wear it. It would more for sentimental value to him since reminded him of when he was a child going to the circus,Looking over to the demon man's horse wondering if it was going to be okay under his weight. Moaning softly before writing something quickly and handing it to him,"We need to see the king because i need to speak to him about the success of my mission,And yes he will give me a audience because i am one of his knights" The writing said while the two of them were riding on the road. While they made their way down the road they will noticed a woman being harassed by three men,One of them trying was trying to rip off her clothes now trying to rape her. Xavier seeing this growled lowly wanting to help her form her attackers.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc noticed that Xavier seemed to be worried about his horse. Well, so was he himself. He could feel its back gradually giving more and more way to the force pushing the saddle onto it. He soon would have to give it a decent rest. "We could switch mounts." he suggested. Then however he saw what was happening ahead. It wasn't that the demon in him cared that much about it, but the human in him did, and seeing that there could be a decent fight ahead, the demon part didn't put up a struggle against the decision to 'solve' the situation. The solution, that meant jumping off and applying brute force directy to one of the three men's legs, snapping everything in it with a single blow of Madawc's hammer. Now that should get their attention.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head to the suggestion that Madawc gave while also racing over to where the group of attacker's were, Unsheathing his sword and swinging it so it would decapitate one of the attackers.With one man injuries and another dead that only left one more left. The man now looked frightened of the two but tired to trip Xavier's horse by trying to cut it's leg. Unfortunately for the man his hand was cut off and his body split in half form Xavier's sword, The woman who was being attack looked frightened of them before speaking up to address Xavier. "Thank you sires...i was wondering if you two are going to Bravado? i was wondering if you were going there and could take me with you?' she said in a scared tone of voice covering herself up as best she could.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "We are and we can. Better than leaving you here - though these guys probably won't be a problem anymore." Madawc got himself into the discussion with the lazy, halfway death-ignoring tone of the demon. Xavier had been quite efficient in understanding and adopting his approach it seemed. "How do we do it Xavier ?" he asked the mute.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head to wanting to bring the woman along since he personally would want to see her safety,Moaning softly getting off his horse pointing to Madawc's horse wanting to ride it and give it a break.He would take the girl back although their was something strange about her he couldn't put his finger on. Watching the girl as she smiled and thanking them but keeping a eye on the mute.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc did something highly unusual for him. He got out a piece of parchment himself, one of the many pieces he had collected over the past few days since he had met Xavier and that there written on one side by the mute. He scribbled something on the other side and handed it to the mute, knowing that he probably would not be able to pull the same trick off a second time once the girl knew more about the mute and would thereby be able to raise suspicion about why Madawc wasn't just talking to him. The parchment was written hastily and read: "Be careful. Let her sit in front of you while you hold the reins. I have a very strange feeling about her, I can sense that." He kept looking at them, trying to estimate their combined weight.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head and getting on Madawc's horse letting the woman sitting in front of him, Moaning softly lifting her up to help her on the horse. Moaning once more pointing to his mouth like he was wanting something form her. "Oh you want my name?...It's Bette" She said smiling asking for his name. Blushing slightly form looking down for a moment at her behind which was quite large and soft looking,Moving his eyes back to the road writing something on a piece of parchment handing it to her. "My name is Xavier and he is Madawc" He said pointing to the demon man on the horse. "Hello you two..." Bette said smiling asking one of them if they had something to help cover herself up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc used the reins to gently get Xavier' horse alongside his own one. Both Xavier and Betty could probably see how its back noticeably sagged. The chubby demon was thinking, then reached for his bag on the pack animal. After a short but quite chaotic search that had concluded with Madawc just pushing everything else back into his bag until he could close it, he handed the woman a thin blanket he normally used for sleeping. Then he looked to Xavier and grinned. He had noticed how the mute became influenced by her sitting in front of him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thank you Mr.Madawc...do you mind if i call you Mr.Madawc or just Madawc?" She said taking the blanket form him nodding her head, Wrapping the blanket around her naked body noticing that Xavier was shifting slightly sensing that he was feeling something in his body. The mute gulped softly staring at her chest which like her behind were quite large and soft looking. Trying to keep his eyes on the road blushing a bright red that trying his best to be a polite knight like he was trained to be.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Madawc is sufficient." he replied. If she knew what he was... On the other hand: He wanted to know what the cause of this curious feeling was, but he hadn't the means to find it out right now. It left him with having to monitor her closely - and Xavier as well. The mute appeared to become quite... influenced... by her proximity to him. It was time to pull out another piece of parchment: "It seems you're in a bit of a dilemma right now. Either you take on your intimidating helmet again and just give another shock to a frightened woman or you let her see you blush. I'd offer to handle her for you since I'm not feeling any influence, but I can't."</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Nothing particular." Madawc answered, already having to chuckle. "I'm... sort of an adventurer as you'd probably call it." He saw what was happening and had to suppress an internal urge to start laughing. "Xavier ? Don't let things escalate too quickly, will you ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Oh wow what kinda adventures do you go on?" She asked him smiling curious of what he would say,"What is going on?" She said liking at the two of them confused even though she knew that the more had a hard on. Xavier puffed his cheeks out not wanting to be teased moving back a little on his horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Delivering some urgent messages here, slaying an evil dragon there..." He chuckled again. "No no. Not the latter one, of course." Well - at least the former item on his list was halfway correct. "Rather boring stuff to make a living." He didn't want to exaggerate things, but telling her that he was a savage because he was half demon also was not an option. Perhaps what he was telling her was true for Xavier. His companion seemed to be occupied with other things however...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Wow you must be some sort of famous hero then?" Bette said with excitement in her voice,She meanwhile rubbed her back against the mute smiling internally to herself. The mute was blushing still seeing the day slowly turning to night.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "No. I'm far away from being a hero. I'm quite ordinary. Madawc glanced behind her to where Xavier was sitting as if he wanted to assure that the mute wouldn't object to that lie.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Oh so does Mr.Big Hero and this cute Cinnamon roll fight any...Elder Ones?Or Deep Creatures?" Bette said looking over to Madawc smiling to him and referring to the mute as the cinnamon roll for being too cute."And if you can kill a dragon then im sure you can kill a Elder One" She said teasing with a big grin on her face.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Didn't I just say that the latter one was only a joke ? What do you think I'm capable of or do I have to demonstrate ?" Well.. she wasn't teasing him with him being fat. That was a plus point for her.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well once we find a big beasty then i would like to see you demonstrate this power of yours..." Bette said teasing him further with Xavier now pointing to the sky moaning softly. He wanted to communicate that it was getting dark and perhaps they should get a tent going.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I'd prefer not running into trouble all the time..." Madawc answered to Bette, then noticed how Xavier was gesturing with his hand. "Am I correct if I assume that you want us to rest ?" He too could see that it was getting dark and as much as he would have preferred pressing on through the night as long as they could, he had to consider the other two persons as well. The man turned off the road, Xavier's mount groaning and slowing down a lot when going up a hill Madawc had apparently selected as their location for the night. He got off of it and started to unpack their equipment and erect their tent. "I hope this elevated position will serve us as it will make it easier to spot any threats that could come along from further away."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head smiling while he followed Madawc to the hill,Stopping his horse and letting him rest unpacking his things.Confused he looked at his blanket that he would sleep in handing it Madawc so he could sleep and he could watch.Also so Bette could sleep with Madawc's blanket. He didn't mind staying up until the wee hours of the morning in a way he was more of a night person and he loved seeing the dawn and dusk of the sky."Xavier you don't need to do that...you need to rest..." Bette said shaking her head smiling rubbing his arm.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I have to agree. Last time you were on the watch the whole night, this time I'd like to do it. I'm not feeling tired anyway." There was another argument that he had in his mind that acted against letting Xavier take the duty: Madawc was worried that his companion would be too distracted by Bette... He stepped over to the mute, towering both above him and the woman and being a huge lot broader. "You should perhaps take care of your horse. It seems to be totally exhausted."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head walking over to his horse patting it's mane and feeding it some grass, He was so loving and caring when it came to animals has always been this way ever since he was a child. "Well we could both keep watch...if you like big man" Bette answered with a big smile on her face. The mute was yawning softly getting a pasting glance form Bette.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Big man ?" Madawc arched an eyebrow. "But yeah, we could do the watch. Do you know how to fight ? Do you have weapons ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Sure I can...and no I don't have a weapon on my person" She said wondering what weapon he would give her. Xavier meanwhile was getting ready to go to sleep keeping his helmet close to him in cause he or they get into a fight.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc inspected the woman. She didn't seem to be strong, so wielding a large sword or even a hammer was out of question. He didn't have any alternate weapons himself and Xavier was already on his way to sleeping. "Wait a moment..." He, once again, started to sift through his belongings in order to find something that could do the job. He came up with a knife he normally used not for fighting but as a tool. "Here. That's all I can muster. I don't think you could handle Xaviers big sword - sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thanks..." She said taking the knife with a soft smile on her face,His blanket still wrapped around her body., Looking over to Xavier sleeping thinking how cute he was. Standing guard staying close to the mute while looking around the hill in case they would be attacked, From the corner of her eye she swore she could see some figures in the dark.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh come on... don't tell me that there is yet another bunch of pesky things that wants our hides..." Madawc muttered to himself, but still with Bette being able to hear it. "I'm gonna check this out... You can stay here if you want, you aren't wearing armor. Perhaps wake up Xavier - just in case..." The hulking demon got moving, heaving himself down the hill towards the weak silhouettes one could indeed see roaming around in the distance. His hammer was ready in his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded her head walking over to Xavier smiling to him whispering something in his ear,"Hello..son of Azgorth..." She whispered to him shaking awake as he slowly opened his eyes. Moaning softly wondering what was going on with Bette telling him that their was a figure in the shadows. Taking his sword heading down the hill while Bette watched smiling.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc accelerated his movement when he noticed that there indeed was something strange going on. Whatever it was, he intended slamming into it with full force as it was quite his style. He was too far away to hear which words Bette was waking up the mute with, otherwise he probably would have turned around, having the feeling that there was something even more strange and possibly dangerous going on behind his back.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier had his helmet on running down the hill to join the demon man,Moaning softy wondering what was going on and why he was down here,Meanwhile Bette was watching them wondering what the mute was capable of. The mute was now looking around seeing some figures in the shadows wondering what they were.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc really wasn't eager to wait any longer. He launched forwards, right into the shadows where they now all were believing to see things. There was a loud grunt, an outcry and the sound of someone falling to the ground, hard. Coming closer one could see that Madawc had just slammed full force into another man that now was lying a few yards in front of him in agony. 'You fat bastard. I've not done anything to you!' Judging by his behaviour, several bones were broken or at least partially fractured. "Then why are you lingering around in the shadows carrying daggers and a bow ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned out loud pointing his sword at the man wondering why the man was lurking around in the shadows, Meanwhile Bette was watching them hoping that this new person would not caught onto her plan.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik 'That's not your business! I can do what I want as long as I don't cross the line to something that is clearly marked as private property! And ? Do you see any signs here ? Or fences ? I don't! Now get away from me you monster, you've hurt me enough already!' "I'm not preventing you from running away... In fact, I'd be glad if you would..." Madawc replied, a somewhat amused tone lingering in his voice. 'Hah. You won't be able to follow me anyway, you roly-poly!' The brown haired man got up and sprinted away. 'Maybe I'll call my friends and have my revenge for this!' "Oh cool... Do that... if you must... If it should happen that we are still here by then..." the demon muttered, not being interested in the other man actually being able to hear it.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik He couldn't believe what he was listening to. Either Bette had gone crazy and was trying to tell the mute a load of bullshit or he had gotten into something very, very serious. The problem was that the mute naturally would respond by parchment so the demon would not get a chance to really know about his reaction. That knowledge he deemed to be crucial, but advancing further could spoil his presence and blow his eavesdropping job. Madawc was gnarlimg about his inability to find solutions. He didn't even know much about gods or creation myths or the like.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was now paying attention to what was being said to him finding it strangely fascinating to him, Bette was telling him how Asgor had sex with his mother since she was the best warrior and leader out of all the humans on this world. She spoke of how he was born on the battlefield but not as a Bravado but as a Escudo which made the mute moan in confusion. "Well you never really fit in with the Bravado men did you? You were born a warrior and that is why your father sent me to find you...to help me release his generals from the humans and unite the lands. This was of course alot to take in for the mute who was confused and scared of her and what she said.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Damm! A not too loud, but still quite audible sound had emanated from Madawc's location in the bushes when he had accidentally stepped onto a small branch. Now the demon attempted to escape silently before anyone of the uneven couple would reach his hideout. If anyone went investigating in the first place that was.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette sighed and turned around to face the location of Madawc, "I know you are there...you can come out my intentions were not to harm the two of you..." She said now crossing her arms. Xaiver meanwhile looked at that direction hissing sightly.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "From looking at your and Xavier's face I did not exactly get that same impression..." Madawc had instantaneously decided to go onto the offensive, now that he had basically uncovered himself. "So... what are your intentions then ?" The demon crossed his enormous arms in front of his breast. "Or no... let me ask another thing first: That entire raped-by-three-men story was staged, right ? You planned for us to pick you up. With your abilities it would have been absolutely unnecessary to let that happen." His tone still was halfway a snarl and he started to circle around the two.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Something like that..they did caught me off guard but i could have taken them all if you two didn't show up,And your demon mess be so paranoid because why would i want to harm you or him" She said pointing to Xavier."My intentions and the reason i have been following you two for the past three days was because i needed to find Asgor's son being him" She said once more pointing to Xavier. The mute was now cowarding a bit moving a bit away form where Madawc was.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "So ? I don't know what you are really talking about, but since have told us that Xavier would be it, you have found Asgor's son. What next ? Why did you need to find him so urgently ? I assume it is something of utmost importance ?" Madawc observed Xavier. Why was he trying to get away from him ? He was a bit angry yes, but given that he had been told lies for the entire last day and that they had tried to get rid of him, he thought that it was quite justified. Aside from that, Madawc wasn't exactly known for diplomacy.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Indeed we need to free his generals...4 of them to be exact.." Better said now turning to face Xavier,"Mhm but first I need to release your demonic form form your human body.." She said now kneeling in front of him getting close to his face kissing his lips. Shocked by this the mute deepened the kiss before she removed her mouth form his.After that Xavier felt dizzy and like he was going to vomit before long the pain that was so painful the mute screamed as loud as he could scaring off some birds near by. His body rolling on the ground before stopping in one place now panting heavily.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Demonic form ? Release ? So... are you a demon now or did you just stop being one, Xavier ?" Madawc's anger started cooling down. "And what are the four generals ? Why do they need to be released and what will be the consequences of this ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did say anything for the time being and was just panting and breathing heavily, "Well he had the demon form inside of him..and we need to free the generals if Asgor is going to unite the land or rather Xaiver will be the one to do it.." Bette said thinking the demon may have a problem with this.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "And what does that actually mean ? Do you know where we have to go, what we have to do when and whereever we have arrived et cetera ?" Madawc still didn't seem to be pleased, but he had at least a neutral tone now. He looked Bette into her eyes, trying to determine what she was really thinking. He wouldn't assume that she was free of ulterior motives...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I know where we will first be going where our captured comrade is...and unless you are going to help us then you are more then welcome to come with us" Bette said now looking him into the eyes.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Mister big man is at your service..." Madawc replied in a tone that did not lack a bit of conceit. "You two can go sleeping now, I'll stay awake and watch out." He said this hoping that Bette would forget about her initial intent of being on guard and go sleep as well. The demon felt that it would help his mood if there wasn't any danger of her drawing him into discussions about anything. She had clearly played a game with him when she had innocently asked for a weapon of any kind to defend herself.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Mhm okay..." Bette said eyeing him for a moment thinking he was planning something but thinking she could defend herself against Madawc if he attacks her. Sitting down on the ground with Xavier crawling over to her snuggling with her resting his head on her breasts sleeping soundly form all of this excitement.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc climbed back up another tree. He really preferred having a good overview over the situation - not only towards the outside, but also towards the inside. That meant: Xavier and Bette. He would have a look on them, check if they would really sleep or not. Hopefully this night would finally be one without further incident...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino And their was no further incidents of figures in the shadows,Soon the sun rose and Bette while asleep turned back into her human form.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Wake up!" Madawc was standing in front of the sleeping couple lying on the floor in front of his feet. There were several small signs of fatigue in his face, but nothing too serious. He had already tidied up their place as much as he had been able to without disturbing them and saddled his horse. "I've already prepared most things."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette and Xavier soon woke up and the mute getting on top of his horse with Bette moving behind him, Wrapping her arms around him the young man putting his helmet his armor looking more organic looking like his armor was a mixture of human bones and steel.Haven gotten his things packed riding along the rode of the forest.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed, or at least he was trying to the best he could as his horse was struggling to keep up with them from the beginning. He was constantly looking around, checking for anything suspicious. "What is our next destination ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "We head to Bravado to speak to the king make things look like normal and then we head out to Jaric to where the first general is" Bette said as the group headed down the dirt road.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "How long is it and how long do you expect us to take to get there ? We have to keep track of how many supplies we have left." The demon started to slowly fall behind. "And what will happen if the king can see behind this 'make things look like normal' ? Isn't it likely that he will issue another order for another... mission... that is not compatible with this one of yours ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "It should take less then two hours..." Bette answered him while Xavier was keeping quiet while riding down the road," That is true so we will have Xavier retire or join with mercenaries so he can complete his goal.." Bette added looking towards the mute who now turned to face Madawc thinking of something.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc noticed the mute's stare at him. "Hey, what are you thinking ?" He had to speak a bit louder as the distance had become a bit larger than it had been before. He got a gut feeling that it could have something to do with the mercenaries...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a soft moan before turning his head back towards the road, Heading down the dirt road and soon enough the group would be at the near by village of Jaric. The villagers now staring at them while Xavier stopped his horse in front of a shop so he could buy supplies for them to the trip to Bravado.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I asked you a question..." Madawc repeated, this time a bit more insistently. "The way you looked at me... what were you thinking ?" Madawc got off his horse, one could easily see how relieved the beast was to have him off of its back.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier stopped his horse for a moment getting off his horse staring down at Madawc,"Nothing..." Was the words that came out of his mouth now getting on his horse and riding slowly away form him. Bette smiled and knew that this apart of his awakening she would have to keep watch over him since he would be weak when it came to his demonic powers.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed, but not without a noticeable bit of hesitation. A bit more information would really have been a good thing, but no... He wouldn't get it. Damn Bette! Everything had been so nice and slow and easy before her appearance, and now... The demon vigorously pulled at the reigns of his horse to make it go faster.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino With them on their way down the dirt road it would be normal for the most part with no interruptions, Xavier said nothing and kept riding his horse with Bette wrapping her arms around his waist for support. Blushing a bit form underneath his helmet and kept riding trying to ignore her breasts rubbing up against his back.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was close to feeling embarrassed on behalf of Xavier and what was happening behind him. "Don't you think it would be better if we get Bette her own horse ? Would relieve yours of the strain, too." There was a little, but noticeable bit of demonic chuckle in his tone...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "How much gold do you two have?" Bette said peering over form the mute's shoulder to look at Madawc, "twenty five hundred..." Xavier said calmly a bit surprised that Madawc was not surprised that Xavier was talking.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Hmm... not much." Madawc replied, leaving the question how much 'not much' really was unanswered deliberately. "Why do you ask?" He wanted to find out what they intended to spend his money on first. "You want to buy another horse or what ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Yes...if that is what you are implying..." Xavier said staring at him now form where he was,"Well how much do you have?Maybe you two can bring up enough gold together to buy a horse..." Bette said softly looking over to Madawc also while the three of them were heading pasted a caravan of merchants.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I think..." Madawc started digging into his pockets, apparently most of them were empty or filled with other things than coins. "... the equivalent of two hundred seventy seven... or so. Do you need a good one ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I think i will only need one that can get us to point B..." Bette said sighing and holding tightly onto Xavier's waist, "That will be enough" The young man said blinking before moving ahead to the next town.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik They arrived at their selected destination a few hours later. Madawc had not said much, but he had been increasingly busy with holding himself together and not break out in loud laughter. Seeing Xavier and Bette squeeze onto each other was somewhat hilarious to see for him. He wouldn't have tolerated this if it had been him, that was for sure. The fact that Xavier was suddenly able to speak wasn't a surprise for the demon. It would probably have been if it had happened as a single event, but compared to the ex-mute having been declared as one of the most important persons currently alive and being partly a demon himself, it was rather neglegible. After all, one could not speak of 'suddenly' anymore: He had been able to speak since he was born. It had been just dormant - or a lie altogether for an unknown reason. Madawc couldn't tell. Now he was waiting what kind of dirt-cheap horse the two were going to buy.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Which one do you think would be good?" Bette said pointing to the many horses that were standing in a stable naying softly, As they got into the town many of the villagers of the town were watching the three of them most of them staring at Xavier's armor or the strange feeling form Madawc being around. Xavier did not say anything feeling somewhat tired for a reason he did not know yet, but Bette would know that the ex-mute needs either blood to nurse him in a way.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc had noted the grim glance the stablemaster had thrown at him. He was observing the half-demon. "I think he's afraid of me sitting on any of his horses..." Madawc suddenly grabbed Bette and lifted her single-handedly on his outstretched arm before dropping her to the floor again. "You are lithe, pick any. But maybe I might have to add my armor to it if mine can't carry me anymore with it."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded to this and started walking around the stable avoiding the horse shit that was littered on the floor,Stopping for a moment after a half hour or so pointing to a strong looking horse that was a dark brown in color with white spots adored all over it's body. Xavier nodded and looked over the stable owner who was watching them carefully, The stableman gave his price for the house as the ex-mute pulled out some gold form the gold sack waiting for Madawc to do the same to pay for Bette's horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You know that I should expect a favor in return for this..." Madawc said lowly before giving his coins and threw them gently at the stableman. "Now we need proper gear and supplies for you..." Madawc got back to his own beast, earning the stableman's grim view once again as it became clear that the demon wanted to get back up on his own mount.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thanks" Bette said smiling and that that the stablemen was paid as Bette got on the horse, "I don't expect much..just gonna do my part to help you as best i can" She then added rubbing the horse's neck. "Where next?" Xavier said softly wondering where they would be going to get some gear.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc shrugged his shoulders. "How should I know ? I didn't lead us to this town. We need food stuff and a proper saddle, or do you intend to ride bareback ?" He now mounted his own horse again, the stableman looking rather shocked seeing his horse having to carry him. >>You should walk, you fat man!<< he yelled at him, presenting a bad gesture and advancing towards the demon-man by a few short steps. Madawc wasn't pleased. Enough was enough. This guy wanted to see that he was still physically able to do a lot of things ? Fine... He jumped off and grabbed the stableman single-handedly, forcing him to the ground and pressing his elbow onto his chest. "I don't respond well to insults!"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Eh their is no need for that kind of violence..." Bette said getting off her horse and trying to pull him off of the man, Xavier got off his horse also pulling Bette back and trying to gently push Madawc away form the man as best he could. If he was successful then he would move Madawc aside and help the man onto his feet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik They were not successful in the sense of them actually moving Madawc anywhere, but Bette and Xavier were successful with stopping him doing what he was doing. The stableman got back up to his feet and was silent. He didn't have much time to speak anyway, because Madawc continued his rant: "You can tell my many things, and I have heard a lot of things over the past few days. But you can't do that paired with insults like these! That's all!" He went away, not looking back at what his two companions were doing. "Let's search for a decent vendor or some sort..."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Right of course let us go before they come after us with pitchforks and torches.." Bette said calming saying sorry to the stableman while watching Xavier walking away holding the rope around the horse's neck and walking to the general store that would hold most of the supplies that they would need. Bette soon followed behind him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "If they come with pitchforks and torches, I will come with fists and magic!" Madawc snarled. He was clearly steaming, but at least he did let Xavier and Bette into the general store before entering it himself. With that protective barrier in front of him his bad mood probably would not be too penetrative. While he was letting Bette and Xavier do their business first, he counted his remaining coins. It really wasn't much that was left, but it would be enough to keep him nourished for a few days. He could sleep outside, if necessary.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette was doing most of the talking with the shopkeeper trying not to piss him or Madawc off as he was rather agitated still, Staning beside Xavier helping him pick out the tools and things that they will need for their journey. All the while her eyes moving to Madawc to check on him. "This one..." The former mute said pointing to a piece of rope that could provide useful for something during their travel.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik It didn't slip through Madawc's attention that Bette was observing him. From a neutral point of view this action would have been quite adequate, given what had happened a few minutes ago, but for him, it was very annoying. The man didn't say anything though, but instead was brooding with arms crossed in front of his chest and leaning against a wall further away from them. After Xavier and Bette had finished her business, it was his turn to buy supplies. It wasn't much - for a simple reason: He was running out of money. However since he had provided funding for Bette, Madawc assumed that it would be nothing but fair if she would share hers with him when it became necessary. The demon-man approaached the couple that was waiting outside, clamping a small bag between his upper arm and his torso. "So... plans for the remainder of the day ?" Perhaps 'day' was a bit euphemistic: It was turning dark rapidly now. Yet he would not have been surprised if they made the decision to go on through the night.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Afraid of the night, me ?" Some would have blushed, but for Madawc, the question was borderlining ludicrousness so hard that it actually managed to stop him from thinking about being angry. The half-demon laughed so intensive that his chubby belly started wobbling up and down. "You did notice that I volunteered for the watch last night, didn't you ? Why should riding at night be any more dangerous than that ? I'm being carried comfortably, that's all."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well i know that you will need someone to help stopping you filling your underwear..." Bette said giggling and patting his shoulder in a friendly manner, Xavier meanwhile was looking over towards them scolding them form underneath his helmet while now walking in front of them having put his gear into his pack. "Lets...go..." He said slowly looking to Bette and then to Madawc.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "And you will be blown away by the wind if you let your mount go too fast..." Madawc replied. He didn't sound very amused, but he didn't sound aggressive either. It had just been a joke of her that he couldn't really understand. Why was Xavier talking so slowly ? Was it him not being appreciative of Bette's joke as well or something else ? He didn't ask. Asking had not shown to posess much of an effectiveness so far when it came to the former mute. Madawc pushed his body into the saddle, still in full armor and now with some additional supplies in his bags.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier mounted his horse looking towards Bette scolding her also mostly for taking up their time when they should be riding to the main city of Bravado, He already had a idea of what he would say to the king and how he would leave his services and how he would speak to him about perhaps either retiring or doing another services for him. With his new "powers" He would need to train them and getting ready for freeing his father's comrades, Although he would think of freeing his comrades will anger the king of Bravado or anyone else in the land.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik It was a whizzing noise that entered Xavier's and Bette's ears. The group of three had entered an extended forest that lay in their path towards Bravado. The trees were tall and dark, but the seldom travelers had created a narrow dirt road leading through it. They could only ride behind, not next to each other. It was because of this that the loud demonic growl came from behind. Then a noise of something rather soft, but very large and heavy hitting the ground. Madawc, who was not wearing his armor because it was packed onto Bette's horse, had been struck by an arrow though his shoulder. The attacker already was nowhere to be seen again, and there was no noise that would be standing out from the ubiquitous rushing of the wind and the occasional dropping of a piece of branch onto the floor. The demon was bleeding badly.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier pulled out his large looking sword growling softly getting mentally prepared for the incoming battle, Stopping his horse for a moment getting off of it so that his steed would not be harmed form the incoming arrows. Now moving close to Madawc blocking the next incoming arrows with his sword. Bette now stood beside the two of the demon-men turning into her demonic form and the three of them waiting for the next incoming attack.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Standing there and observing the environment was of no avial. Whatever was out there would not come out unless more effort was put into the search. Perhaps the attacker - whoever he, she or they were - already was on the run and building up distance. "What the hell are you waiting for ?" Madawc groaned with pain. His hand was shaking badly as he reached for the arrow's shaft. Should he pull the thing out ? It would at least allow him to move, roll on the floor to a position that was less exposed. On the other hand it could be nothing but the arrow itself that was sealing off the worst injuries his blood vessels had suffered.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and rushed into the direction of the arrows using some of his powers to see where they could be, He could see a vague image of who the attacker were but he was not sure. Before he left he had quickly asked Bette to look after Madawc just in cause their is another attacker to get the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier's image that he had gained through his new powers was blurred. The enemy was moving extremely fast. In fact, it was flying - and it now suddenly came down from the treetops. Large, feathered wings were attached to a sleek, but muscular body. The creature had its hands free for using its bow while descending and released a deafening shriek. It appeared that it planned to slam right into the former mute.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier swinged his sword at the incoming demons completely missing and cutting the big trees behind them in a single slash, The demons would have ample time to knock the former mute down onto his feet. Bette meanwhile in her demon form using her hair tentacles to try to claw at the incoming demons while encouraging the former muter to get up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The creature - which wasn't a demon at all, although its appearance was a quite close match for common imaginations of one - didn't manage to entirely dodge the tentacle which had suddenly emanated from Bette. It was slammed to the ground, but then it had the opportunity to score a decent hit on Xavier who seemed not to be in so much control of his big sword. It bit into his armored leg, its teeth apparently not becoming damaged by the metal and started to move its head around violently with the mute still caught in the creature's iron bite.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a low grunt form the creature that was biting on leg trying to kick the creature off of his leg, Thrusting his sword downward trying to stab the thing that was biting him. Bette meanwhile was trying to attack the others that were coming after them hissing and trying to protect the two men.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier's attempted strike was a success, though a rather costly one. The impaled creature died, bleeding all across his lower body. The creature's teeth had made quite visible dents in his armor and the blood that was seeping in through the gaps between the different pieces of it felt like a weak acid irritating the skin. There was one other creature left. It focused on Bette since she was attacking it and managed to slam her to the ground, its feet standing on her thighs and its claws thrusting downwards to reach her. It was only then when a sudden, hot blast wave hit them both, tossing them a few feet through the air and separating them again. Its origin: Madawc, who had managed to get up onto his feet. It was a horribly unstable walk and even through his demonic skin he looked really pale.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier felt the sting of the weak acidic fluid on his armor and some on his skin making him cringe slightly, Moving slowly towards where Bette was trying to protect the two of them. Bette was holding onto her own swatting away the creature that were attacking them, Using her tentacle hair to help protect Xavier. With the creature and herself being knocked back she took this moment to stand up onto her feet rushing at the creature ready rip it apart.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The creature weighed too much for Bette's rush to have any noticeable impact by itself, but her weapon managed to punch through its heart. Exhaling the stench of flesh slowly rotting between its sharp teeth with what would be its last breath, it slowly succumbed before her. While sliding down, it left a trail of its own blood sticking to Bette's breast, belly and feet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette let out a soft sight licking the blood that was on her breasts smiling to herself enjoying their taste,"You...two...okay?" Xavier asked the both of them slowly standing up feeling the slight sting of the bites of the creature. Bette nodded and walked over to Madawc checking his wounds.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc had slowly relocated himself to a large stone he could rest his back against. The demon-man was breathing heavily, pain distoring his facial expression. "Get some bandages, then I'll pull the thing out." he instructed Bette with a rather harsh voice. That fight had been a tough one... "We should consider going around this forest. It isn't safe."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded walking over to him getting some bandages form the pack that Xavier's horse was carrying, Getting what she needed starting to work on the wound that Madawc had and then would deal with the former mute's wounds.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc moaned in pain as the bandages were applied, but not doing so would have been lethal because he had pulled out the arrow. He was standing, put pale even through his normally very reddish skin. "I don't know if I'm able to ride on alone." he said with a somewhat shaky voice.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "You..can..ride with..me..if you...would..like..." Xavier spoke softly pointing to his horse,"No Xavier...don't worry form now on we will stay as a group" Bette said in a motherly tone of voice as she fixed him up. Soon enough he was ready to go when he was of course he was badly injured after all.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Thank you." Madawc said towards Bette, though internally highly reluctant. If it had not been for her, this entire journey would not have escalated into what it was now. "I'm still convinced that we should go around this forest. We have barely survived this!" The demon climbed onto Xavier's horse, trying to leave enough space for the former mute to get up as well.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Do you want us to bring your horse with us?" Bette said now walking over to his injured horse now trying to remove the arrow and help the creature recover.Xavier looked over to Madawc looking him over curiously rising a brow form underneath his mask.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "What's wrong ?" Madawc asked somewhat unpatiently. "And of course I would want to keep it. I just want to get out of this damn forest before the next bunch of creatures finishes us off."</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely Chris N. Green --- Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black. --- --- -Basics- Age: 240 Gender: Male -Appearance- General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in. Build: Average. Hair/color: Dirty blonde. Skin color: Light pale. Eye color: Dull red. Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms. -Other- Personality: Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace. Skill list: Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire. * Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time. * Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong. * Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly. * Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts. * Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand. Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green The only thought running through Chris' head was that he was extremely glad that he lived in the middle of nowhere. Well, that, and staying alive. Fists were flying toward his face, his chest, his stomach at alarming rates. It took most of his concentration to avoid them. The man in front of him was snarling with a ruthless, menacing intent in his glowing yellow eyes. A low growl was forming deep inside of Chris' own throat. It was astonishing that his opponent was not yet worn out -- they'd been going at it for at least half an hour now. Chris knew he'd be excruciatingly bruised. Too bad his regeneration only counted for external wounds. His arms could barely keep up to block the blows, and before he could react, there was a sword at his throat as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the road. "Jesus!" Chris exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "After a few years, you'd think you'd get tired of this!" The blade began to cut into his skin, and he winced. It wouldn't take long for a minor cut to heal, but if his opponent decided to decapitate him, it was game over. This had already happened before. There was still a lingering scar on his throat that was now being ripped open again. "Keep relocating like you always do, and it makes it more fun," his opponent and brother, Jacob, growled down at him. "So kill me," Chris smirked. "Get it over with." In the exact second he felt the blade begin to press further into his throat, Chris used every ounce of his strength to throw his brother off of him. Out came his large, black wings, ripping through the fabric of his shirt. They began to flap, pushing the air underneath them as he was lifted quickly into the air. Jacob reacted just as quick, wings spread, and began to fly after Chris. To fly took an immense amount of energy. It took keeping his weight up, as well as moving the muscles of his wings to propel him forward and stay in the air. Now, Chris was flying at his maximum speed -- yet it still seemed to not be enough. He cursed his brother for coming first. He caught all the good genes. "C'mere, coward!" Jacob shouted behind him. Chris only continued to fly, eventually slowing over a large field from growing tired. He turned to face his opponent and lifted his palm upward, summoning a small ball of fire in one quick motion, then launching it toward his pursuer. Jacob dodged it with flawless skill, drawing a frustrated groan from Chris. "God, stop being so OP," he huffed, then had no time to react as his brother crashed into him. His brother's hands grabbed the front of his shirt, positioning him downward as they began to crash into the ground. Making impact, a small crater was created, and of course Chris took the most damage. He could feel ribs snapping and then desperately try to mesh back together, and it elicited a strongly pained scream, following by a string of curses. Pathetically, Chris called out for help. It would have been idiotic to call out for help if nobody was around, but he could vaguely sense a nearby presence -- he didn't know whether human, animal, or other, or how close they were. His senses were being numbed by the pain.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was training like normal until she heard a great crash in the field, she was training in. "W-What happened it felt like an Earthquake at this hour?" Scarlett thought with her depression taking hold. She could sense presences of two people within the vicinity she decided to go searching, and it didn't take long to find a massive crater, she was holding the Scarlett Rose in her hands. She sighed at what is going on until she looked down inside of the crater and sees two male demons fighting, with the one on the ground being hurt. She swallowed her pride a bit and her blade was glowing a different color and it was courage, which was multitude of different colors. "S-Stop it, no one told me there was other demons in the world, I thought my family was the only ones," Scarlett said pretty loudly towards the two that is fighting without knowing their names. Her tone of voice was mostly an ordering tone of voice and she never really asked anyone to stop fighting before.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?" Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady." "Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid. "That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was slightly amazed, which was her courage helped the person, who's next to her, which had dirty blonde hair. She noticed he somewhat looked like he had a trouble with the one still in the crater clenching his fist and sword because, and she can tell he had injuries on his body. She heard what the guy in the crater said about her, even though she has to agree with him about she is shorter than most demons. She was looking directly at the man in the crater but heard what the guy next to her said. The Scarlett Rose blade starts to glow black, since Scarlett had fear deep within her soul, when she saw the man in the crater's eyes turning black. "I guess these two really resent each other," Scarlett thought for a bit. Scarlett hears the dirty blonde next to her say what he said and noticed him summon up two Battle Swords and also grabbed them quickly and brandished them towards the guy in the crater. Scarlett smiles slightly when the guy with dirty blonde hair said, what he said. She held the Scarlett Rose in more of an offensive position than what she had when she came to investigate the area, which was defensive. "Y-Yeah, it definitely is," Scarlett said slightly nervous. She is kinda trying to hide the fact she was blushing a little bit, which is why she looked nervous instead of blushing. The Scarlett Rose started to glow, its normal blue in color.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over." "You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sighs a relief when the person in the crater vanishes into a puff of smoke and she somewhat relaxes. She stars at the dirty blonde, sighs and she looks at his wounds. "I-I can heal you if you want though you probably want to know my name before I do anything like that," Scarlett said shyly to the dirty blonde guy standing in front of her. She seethes her sword into her seethe since she carries it wherever she goes. "My name is Scarlett Nina Atkinson, it's nice to meet you this is the most exciting thing I have done in awhile," Scarlett said happily with a sigh of depression in her tone of voice. The sword in her seethe was glowing a mix of blue, pink, and yellow all at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped. "My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees the dirty blonde's injuries are healing and is happy to see that her healing powers aren't needed right now. She hears the person's name was Chris Green and she smiled slightly until he asked of her sword. "The Scarlett Rose changes colors based on my moods and the color it usually shows is blue, which is in turn is depression," Scarlett said explaining. Since she said the word blue, the sword in its seethe starts glowing a blue faint aura. "The primarily reason why I am depressed is no one in my family is paying attention to me anymore, it's like I don't exist anymore," Scarlett said depressingly.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother." He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard Chris say that the male in the crater was his brother and she smiled somewhat mostly that he listened to her without telling her to go to her room. "I-I guess he always wants try to kill you or something," Scarlett said holding her hand near her chest. Scarlett noticed Chris tossed his swords in the air and they vanished quickly and leaving a black smoke. Scarlett sighs slightly and turns towards her house, the Atkinson Residence. "M-My house is this way if you want to come," Scarlett said shyly towards Chris. She puts her sword on her back and it glows a pink in color. "My mother died giving birth to me," Scarlett said teary eyed and crying. She remembers who told her this and it was her father Nick.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees Chris' hand touch her shoulder. She calms down when he told her that he never knew his dad either. "O-Okay I will try to stop crying," Scarlett said wiping her tears away. Scarlett starts to walk towards the Atkinson Residence, which is a big mansion in the distance and it is only five miles away. "The staff usually keeps my secret I train out here, since I wouldn't want to be grounded by my father," Scarlett said slightly teary eyed.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in. "Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely Chris N. Green --- Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black. --- --- -Basics- Age: 240 Gender: Male -Appearance- General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in. Build: Average. Hair/color: Dirty blonde. Skin color: Light pale. Eye color: Dull red. Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms. -Other- Personality: Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace. Skill list: Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire. * Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time. * Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong. * Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly. * Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts. * Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand. Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was training like normal until she heard a great crash in the field, she was training in. "W-What happened it felt like an Earthquake at this hour?" Scarlett thought with her depression taking hold. She could sense presences of two people within the vicinity she decided to go searching, and it didn't take long to find a massive crater, she was holding the Scarlett Rose in her hands. She sighed at what is going on until she looked down inside of the crater and sees two male demons fighting, with the one on the ground being hurt. She swallowed her pride a bit and her blade was glowing a different color and it was courage, which was multitude of different colors. "S-Stop it, no one told me there was other demons in the world, I thought my family was the only ones," Scarlett said pretty loudly towards the two that is fighting without knowing their names. Her tone of voice was mostly an ordering tone of voice and she never really asked anyone to stop fighting before.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?" Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady." "Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid. "That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was slightly amazed, which was her courage helped the person, who's next to her, which had dirty blonde hair. She noticed he somewhat looked like he had a trouble with the one still in the crater clenching his fist and sword because, and she can tell he had injuries on his body. She heard what the guy in the crater said about her, even though she has to agree with him about she is shorter than most demons. She was looking directly at the man in the crater but heard what the guy next to her said. The Scarlett Rose blade starts to glow black, since Scarlett had fear deep within her soul, when she saw the man in the crater's eyes turning black. "I guess these two really resent each other," Scarlett thought for a bit. Scarlett hears the dirty blonde next to her say what he said and noticed him summon up two Battle Swords and also grabbed them quickly and brandished them towards the guy in the crater. Scarlett smiles slightly when the guy with dirty blonde hair said, what he said. She held the Scarlett Rose in more of an offensive position than what she had when she came to investigate the area, which was defensive. "Y-Yeah, it definitely is," Scarlett said slightly nervous. She is kinda trying to hide the fact she was blushing a little bit, which is why she looked nervous instead of blushing. The Scarlett Rose started to glow, its normal blue in color.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over." "You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sighs a relief when the person in the crater vanishes into a puff of smoke and she somewhat relaxes. She stars at the dirty blonde, sighs and she looks at his wounds. "I-I can heal you if you want though you probably want to know my name before I do anything like that," Scarlett said shyly to the dirty blonde guy standing in front of her. She seethes her sword into her seethe since she carries it wherever she goes. "My name is Scarlett Nina Atkinson, it's nice to meet you this is the most exciting thing I have done in awhile," Scarlett said happily with a sigh of depression in her tone of voice. The sword in her seethe was glowing a mix of blue, pink, and yellow all at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped. "My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees the dirty blonde's injuries are healing and is happy to see that her healing powers aren't needed right now. She hears the person's name was Chris Green and she smiled slightly until he asked of her sword. "The Scarlett Rose changes colors based on my moods and the color it usually shows is blue, which is in turn is depression," Scarlett said explaining. Since she said the word blue, the sword in its seethe starts glowing a blue faint aura. "The primarily reason why I am depressed is no one in my family is paying attention to me anymore, it's like I don't exist anymore," Scarlett said depressingly.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother." He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard Chris say that the male in the crater was his brother and she smiled somewhat mostly that he listened to her without telling her to go to her room. "I-I guess he always wants try to kill you or something," Scarlett said holding her hand near her chest. Scarlett noticed Chris tossed his swords in the air and they vanished quickly and leaving a black smoke. Scarlett sighs slightly and turns towards her house, the Atkinson Residence. "M-My house is this way if you want to come," Scarlett said shyly towards Chris. She puts her sword on her back and it glows a pink in color. "My mother died giving birth to me," Scarlett said teary eyed and crying. She remembers who told her this and it was her father Nick.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees Chris' hand touch her shoulder. She calms down when he told her that he never knew his dad either. "O-Okay I will try to stop crying," Scarlett said wiping her tears away. Scarlett starts to walk towards the Atkinson Residence, which is a big mansion in the distance and it is only five miles away. "The staff usually keeps my secret I train out here, since I wouldn't want to be grounded by my father," Scarlett said slightly teary eyed.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in. "Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was continuing to walk home looking at her home, which is massive but she feels proud to live there. She listens to Chris ask about, why she would be grounded. "Even though my father ignores me," Scarlett said a little bit teary eyed. Scarlett stops and turns around slowly towards Chris and looks at him with a gentle smile. "He would only ground me to protect me from his enemies, which would want the Atkinson Family Fortune," Scarlett said with a smile. Scarlett turns back around and continues to walk towards the Atkinson Residence. Scarlett was slightly worried about telling a person she just met awhile ago, which she is worth a lot of money but her family's home is a very large mansion in the middle of nowhere.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Listening to her speak, he nodded. To be truthful, he was baffled by her ignorant innocence to trust him with this information, however vague it was. It was obvious to anyone who came this far out into the country that these people were loaded -- after all, their house was a very large, very extravagant mansion. It was no secret that they had a fortune. "That's understandable," Chris told her. He looked at her and saw that there were tears in her eyes again. "Why are you so upset?" he asked, concern in his voice. "I've just met you but you've done nothing but cry."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett hears his concern in his voice and somewhat feels a little bit relaxed. "I-I got into a fight with my father before he went to work," Scarlett said crying. The Scarlett Rose starts to glow a brighter blue since that fight with her father made her cry much. Scarlett looks at the ground while walking and she was walking slower. "H-He told me to stop bugging him and he came close in hitting me but didn't," Scarlett said that is a sad tone of voice. She cannot really remember the last time her father tried to hit her because it never happened until he left for work around the morning times.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Only the fact that Scarlett was still a stranger stopped Chris from shaking her like a rag doll. The pathetic display she was presenting was irritating him to no ends. She started walking slower, and so he adjusted his pace to hers. With a stoic expression, he only looked straight ahead, even though she sounded so sad. "If you're bugging him, stop," he said. "Even if you aren't bugging him. If he says you're bugging him, just leave him alone. He can't miss what isn't lost."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard what Chris said about just leaving her father alone so there can't be anymore confrontation. She looks up to the sky for a bit and notices a helicopter going towards her house, and it had the Atkinson Family's Symbol on it and the Atkinson Corporation logo on it. It was a Silverish Blue Helicopter and it was flying high but she could see it clearly. Scarlett looks back at the Atkinson's Residence and a regretful sigh, which she gave. "I-I agree with what you are saying," Scarlett said with a better attitude than just depression and sadness. She starts to walk a little bit faster, which was her walking speed before she slowed down. The Scarlett Rose was glowing a dimmer blue in color. The Atkinson Corporation's Helicopter slows down to a crawl because it was about to land in the backyard of the Atkinson's Residence on one of three helipads and the helicopter stays going for a bit since it is quite loud still.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green "I know I don't know you," Chris said as he followed her eyes, watching the helicopter even as it readied to land, "but I can already tell you need to toughen up." He looked at her with a serious look and then asked, "Who's in the helicopter?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) She has spent so much time in the moonlight the rumor is that her hair turned white in the moonbeams. Her eyes are a pale blue, like two pools of light Age: was turned during the time of Ancient Rome Tail: Specific Skill: has a talent for healing magic Bio: Arys is the name she was given when she was turned. She remembers barely anything about life as a human. Little things tug at her memory now and then, but on the whole she doesn't miss her human life and that is a blessing, for her life as a human was wretched and horrendous. Not even her Shellan, the one who turned her, will speak of it. Because of what happened to her in her former life she harbors a great fear of humans, especially males. To the point where she fears males of any species, even sea creatures like sharks, dolphins and whales. Arys loves all of her mersisters, but enjoys time to herself as well. Her favorite pastime is searching the reef for beautiful shells to add to her collection and listening to her sisters sing. Anything else: Nighttime is her favorite time, especially during a full moon. Anyone who joins and wants to be tied to her in some way (mermaid or future happenings with a merman) just pm me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys' hands gripped Ariyah's shoulders tightly as they faced the newcomer. "H-he doesn't look like... the other was larger and his eyes... oh gods Ariyah his eyes! They were red and savage!" she cried, shaking uncontrollably. "They harmed a young female dolphin and one of the pregnant turtles that was on her way to lay her eggs. They hurt them and didn't care. All mermen are monsters, just as Mailyn said!" Arys claimed. "If they discover the beach where the other turtles are laying their eggs none of them will survive." She stared at the necklace around her sister's neck. "Where did you get that?" she asked fearfully as she knew the answer already. "You can't trust any of them Ariyah! They are all ruthless monsters! They will use you to get to the rest of us! They will torture and kill us all!" She turned on the male before them. "Go away! Go away before you lead the rest of your blood thirsty band to us! Is the whole ocean not enough for you?! Your kind have hunted us to near extincetion! We have never done anything to you! Leave us be!"</s> <\|message\|>Link @wolverbells Link blinks at the necklace, for he knew exactly which clan that came from. shellborn....how did she he locks eyes with them. "I am link." his voice does not sound savage or brutish, but something about it almost warns to be careful. That this one has kind tendencies yes, but is also capable of ripping things to shreds if upset. His eyes go to Arys. "I am not with that band...in fact if I was caught they would kill me for being a loner" he sounds calm, his hands staying where they are. "I am not my kin." true statements of both, being a loner is generally frowned upon by mermen and he is different. He had no idea why either. He found himself curious about these mermaids. Wondering what they were like, if some of the stories were really true or just embellishments by his kin to spawn hatred.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad looked at her curiously, wondering what could possibly stop anyone from simply swimming where ever they pleased if they could swim. She knew humans weren't the strongest of swimmers but none the less it was difficult for her to quite grasp the issue. A small wave crashed down just behind her, pushing her forward half a foot, before dragging her back out another two. She could've easily stayed were she was, it on her terms that she let the ocean pull her back. "If you want," she said, "you could come help her yourself." The mermaid gave a small smile before ducking under the water. She peered around under the surface, she could here the click of a dolphin in the distance, though it didn't sound in danger. She surfaced once again, pushing her dark hair back behind her ear. "I mean, i could turn you into a mermaid. If you want." A loving smile played across her face as she spoke.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily blinked in confusion at the mermaid's cryptic response and she couldn't help but ask "Huh?" She stood up and walked over to the water, well, she hurried over when the mermaid submerged beneath the waves. She called as she hurried into the water, stopping at ankle length, "W-Wait! What do you mean by that?!" Whether it was by coincidence or if the mermaid heard her, she rose up and answered. Cecily was surprised at the answer, and she couldn't help but think, leaving Cecily somewhat oblivious to the loving smile that crept onto the mermaid's face. Become a mermaid...? She could do that? Cecily was curious about what life underwater was like, but...would this change be temporary or permanent? If it was permanent, could she really leave her family behind (even if they never really needed her when they had her perfect sister)? She asked the mermaid, making complete eye contact with her, curiosity and some wariness apparent in her voice, "Really...? Wh-What would be the catch?"</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her usual dull eyes now stared at Arys, wide with fear, as she heard the atrocities that the said mermen committed. Although the young mermaid did feel fear towards what Arys had just told her, the claims that followed made Ariyah feel something else. A bit of protectiveness, maybe? She was oddly defensive about the necklace that she wore, quickly reaching up and covering it with her hand as she saw Arys' fearful look. "I... I don't believe they are all as horrible as they have been made out to be." Her voice was quiet as she looked down to look at the necklace. She'd have to explain what had happened to her fellow sister later on. She wouldn't understand right now due to the fact that she had just been startled by a group of real monsters. Ariyah then turned her attention to the merman at hand. He had just spoken his name, Link, and also explained that he was not of the Shellborn kingdom. "You'd be killed?" She now spoke up, curiosity in every word that she spoke. The girls head tilted slightly as she looked at the merman. It was true that he did not look like the other Mermen that she had came in contact with. "I should want you then. I've been promised protection by them." Although this wasn't a lie, it wasn't entirely the truth. Ariyah knew how to talk her way in to things and out of things. "What are you doing on your own?" Ariyah knew she was probably getting in even more trouble by continuing her questioning. In all honesty, Ariyah had now been intrigued into finding out more about the mermen life. She had always been curious about the humans and her past life, but this was different. She felt a need to find out why these mermen were such a taboo to the mermaid life.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki "well..." she started, "you'd have to live in the ocean with my sister's and I. But I promise we're all quite nice. " The meremaid paused, thinking about what other things might be included as a 'catch'. " You'd live for more than a thousand years, I don't know how long humans usually last, but surely that's longer. Hmmm, we have magic as well. That's how I found you!" Aquawlad allowed her mind to wonder for a moment, trying to bring up the feelings shed had as a new mermaid. Everything was so strange and distant in her memories, years melted together until only the most unique experiences remained whole. Unfortunately her first decade as a mermaid was wholly unexceptional. She looked back at the human, her golden eyes meeting an intense stare. "oh, I'm so sorry. I just got lost in thought. Don't feel like you have to change, it's not exactly a thing you can change your mind about later. "</s>	<\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) "I know what Mailyn taught all of us," Arys told Ariyah sternly. "That all mermen are savage brutes. They are to be feared," she said her eyes darting back to the one who called himself 'Link'. They had names? Arys looked at her sister, bewildered. "Promised protection? At what cost? They only know how to do things for their own gain," she insisted. "Whatever they told you, it was a lie. Look at me sister, blood of my blood. You trust a monster over me?" she asked pleadingly, dreading the response. If these 'shellborn' mermen knew they were there then there was more to fear. They would have to leave, forced from their home by opposing sides that wanted to destroy each other. But they couldn't leave... the turtles... the reef... it needed them. Everything in the surrounding waters needed the mermaids help to nurture and care for them. "They can't force us from our home. Not again," she said, determined that the past would not repeat itself. Ariyah had not been reborn as a mermaid when the last conflict had occurred. When Arys had made her terrible mistake... The sun was beginning to set on the world. Arys stared at the light as it began to fade into oranges and reds above them. "The turtles... Ariyah they will be laying their eggs any moment. We have to be there to tend them. Predators wait for them," she reminded her sister, tugging on her arm.</s>
<\|description\|>Ariyah Pic Age Turned recently, within the last 50 years, at the age of 22 Tail Personality Ariyah is a very strong willed woman who tends to voice her opinion when she thinks is necessary, but she knows when to choose her battles. She does come across as timid at first, seeing as how she likes to observes before speaking to strangers but once she is befriended, it's easy to get along with her. Bio Ariyah never really expected to become anything in life. In her mind, she believed that she would grow up and settle down as an adult, somewhere far away. She lived with only her mother in a small, two bedroom apartment near the school she went to up until she went off to college. Her mother, being a lawyer, was able to care for the two of them and still have sufficient money for them but Ariyah chose to go off on her own and build something. It was when she began on her Masters in college, that one unfortunate night she came face to face with the cold waters of the deep. A drunk driver had caused Ariyah to drive off a cliff edge while she was driving back home, and the moment she hit the waters, Ariyah had gone unconscious. She remembers very little of her previous life, only that she was nearly killed by another driver. Her silvery, blue eyes turned into a purple color that sometimes seems dull to others.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys followed the pack of monsters at a distance. She knew this was a highly stupid thing to do, but what if they came across one of her sisters? What if they damaged the reef or harmed an animal? Her fears were confirmed when one of them jabbed his spear through the shell of a sea turtle and tossed it out of his way. Arys had to hold herself back until they were out of sight before rushing to the poor creature's aid. It was a female, on her way to the beach to lay her eggs. Arys began to sing as she focused her energy into her hands, her eyes glowing. The turtle recognized her from when it had been born on the very beach it was returning to so it held still knowing she would help. She couldn't heal the hole in the shell, but she could heal the wound made by the spear in the turtle's flesh. Kayn turned sharply. That sound. It was singing. He smirked, his hands going to his blades. Got you," he murmured before heading straight for the voice. Arys was unaware of the danger approaching, focusing all of her attention on the turtle. Once it was healed she kissed it's head. "Go to the beach with the others. I will be there shortly," she told the turtle and gently pushed it in the direction of the island. Her expression was troubled as she watched it. She had healed the wound but the shell was still damaged. Once the turtle was out in the open ocean again, she might not survive. Curse the monsters and the damage they caused! They didn't even care! A flash caught her eye and she screamed when she saw one of the monsters headed straight for her, his swords gleaming. He smiled evilly, her screams of terror and look of fear like an aphrodisiac to him. A mermaid never lived or traveled alone. That meant there were more around here, this territory was theirs. He would bring their fins and heads to his Lord Commander and claim this territory. He wondered what mermaid blood would look like on his swords, his hands and chest. He would bathe in it to sate the bloodlust that consumed him. He roared as he approached. Arys darted away. The monsters were strong but she was fast. She could hear him swearing behind her as she put distance between them. She wished she had the skill of calling the dolphins like her sister did. Their added speed would help greatly. He was soon out of sight behind her but her fear made her continue to swim as fast as she could. She passed another merman, this one smaller and not as savage looking but that didn't stop her from screaming in terror at the sight of him and darting away like lightning. They were everywhere! What were they going to do?! Finally she nearly cried in relief as she spotted one of her sisters on the back of a dolphin. "Ariyah!" Arys screamed in both fear and relief at finally seeing a friendly face. She darted right up and hugged her sister tightly, breathless and sobbing. "Monsters!" she gasped. "Monsters!" @BlackPanther</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys' hands gripped Ariyah's shoulders tightly as they faced the newcomer. "H-he doesn't look like... the other was larger and his eyes... oh gods Ariyah his eyes! They were red and savage!" she cried, shaking uncontrollably. "They harmed a young female dolphin and one of the pregnant turtles that was on her way to lay her eggs. They hurt them and didn't care. All mermen are monsters, just as Mailyn said!" Arys claimed. "If they discover the beach where the other turtles are laying their eggs none of them will survive." She stared at the necklace around her sister's neck. "Where did you get that?" she asked fearfully as she knew the answer already. "You can't trust any of them Ariyah! They are all ruthless monsters! They will use you to get to the rest of us! They will torture and kill us all!" She turned on the male before them. "Go away! Go away before you lead the rest of your blood thirsty band to us! Is the whole ocean not enough for you?! Your kind have hunted us to near extincetion! We have never done anything to you! Leave us be!"</s> <\|message\|>Link @wolverbells Link blinks at the necklace, for he knew exactly which clan that came from. shellborn....how did she he locks eyes with them. "I am link." his voice does not sound savage or brutish, but something about it almost warns to be careful. That this one has kind tendencies yes, but is also capable of ripping things to shreds if upset. His eyes go to Arys. "I am not with that band...in fact if I was caught they would kill me for being a loner" he sounds calm, his hands staying where they are. "I am not my kin." true statements of both, being a loner is generally frowned upon by mermen and he is different. He had no idea why either. He found himself curious about these mermaids. Wondering what they were like, if some of the stories were really true or just embellishments by his kin to spawn hatred.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad looked at her curiously, wondering what could possibly stop anyone from simply swimming where ever they pleased if they could swim. She knew humans weren't the strongest of swimmers but none the less it was difficult for her to quite grasp the issue. A small wave crashed down just behind her, pushing her forward half a foot, before dragging her back out another two. She could've easily stayed were she was, it on her terms that she let the ocean pull her back. "If you want," she said, "you could come help her yourself." The mermaid gave a small smile before ducking under the water. She peered around under the surface, she could here the click of a dolphin in the distance, though it didn't sound in danger. She surfaced once again, pushing her dark hair back behind her ear. "I mean, i could turn you into a mermaid. If you want." A loving smile played across her face as she spoke.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily blinked in confusion at the mermaid's cryptic response and she couldn't help but ask "Huh?" She stood up and walked over to the water, well, she hurried over when the mermaid submerged beneath the waves. She called as she hurried into the water, stopping at ankle length, "W-Wait! What do you mean by that?!" Whether it was by coincidence or if the mermaid heard her, she rose up and answered. Cecily was surprised at the answer, and she couldn't help but think, leaving Cecily somewhat oblivious to the loving smile that crept onto the mermaid's face. Become a mermaid...? She could do that? Cecily was curious about what life underwater was like, but...would this change be temporary or permanent? If it was permanent, could she really leave her family behind (even if they never really needed her when they had her perfect sister)? She asked the mermaid, making complete eye contact with her, curiosity and some wariness apparent in her voice, "Really...? Wh-What would be the catch?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her usual dull eyes now stared at Arys, wide with fear, as she heard the atrocities that the said mermen committed. Although the young mermaid did feel fear towards what Arys had just told her, the claims that followed made Ariyah feel something else. A bit of protectiveness, maybe? She was oddly defensive about the necklace that she wore, quickly reaching up and covering it with her hand as she saw Arys' fearful look. "I... I don't believe they are all as horrible as they have been made out to be." Her voice was quiet as she looked down to look at the necklace. She'd have to explain what had happened to her fellow sister later on. She wouldn't understand right now due to the fact that she had just been startled by a group of real monsters. Ariyah then turned her attention to the merman at hand. He had just spoken his name, Link, and also explained that he was not of the Shellborn kingdom. "You'd be killed?" She now spoke up, curiosity in every word that she spoke. The girls head tilted slightly as she looked at the merman. It was true that he did not look like the other Mermen that she had came in contact with. "I should want you then. I've been promised protection by them." Although this wasn't a lie, it wasn't entirely the truth. Ariyah knew how to talk her way in to things and out of things. "What are you doing on your own?" Ariyah knew she was probably getting in even more trouble by continuing her questioning. In all honesty, Ariyah had now been intrigued into finding out more about the mermen life. She had always been curious about the humans and her past life, but this was different. She felt a need to find out why these mermen were such a taboo to the mermaid life.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquarius Age: He's been alive for a few centuries. Tail: Aquarius's tail is quite unique. It is dark green and as smooth as a dolphin's back. It bears a metallic sheen in certain lighting and bears a deceptive appearance. It seems to be one tail that allows him to speed through the water, but it can divide into eight tentacles that he can use to propel him even quicker through the water as well as to ensnare others. Like an octopus, they have suckers on them, making them difficult to easily remove. They are extremely strong and can crush a person if not careful. They produce a toxin comparable to that of the blue-ringed octopus that can paralyze those who come in contact with it. Aquarius tends to use only an incapacitating dose so that he can apprehend foes rather than kill them. Specific Skill: * Rip Current – with his tentacles, Aquarius can whirl them at blender speeds to create a strong funnel-like current to disorient foes trapped within it or send them whirling away. * Searing Touch – His trident is capable of heating up to white-hot temperatures. You do not want it touching you. * Hardwater Toss - Aquarius can condense the water in his hand into a hard sphere and toss it at foes to knock them down or cause injury. * Venom – His tentacles can produce a venom similar to the blue-ring Octopus that can kill a creature in lethal doses. * Fin Blades - The fins on his forearms can extend like blades - though they extend backwards towards his elbows in a curved shape. They are a natural defense if ever he is disarmed. * Echo - Using a similar technique as dolphins (however it is not a clicking noise), echo allows the mermen to communicate, locating each other's presence before they reach them. This allows them to identify the merman and the clan he is from or to form secret formations for ambush. It can be used as a distress signal or a rallying signal. Bio: Aquarius hatched from an egg into the Kingdom of the Shellborn, or nicknamed by everyone else, Conch Kingdom or Shellhead Kingdom. The mermen are born with shells on their heads that hide their faces just above their lips (and they can see through them just fine too). The shells are sturdy helms and each one bears a unique shape and design. The largest shells are the most admired and praised. Those merman born with the biggest shell are believed to be destined for leadership or to even be king. Aquarius was one of those lucky few to have been born with not the biggest shell, but still big enough to earn the admiration of those around him. No one has ever seen the Shellborn's face for it is taboo for one to remove their helm. If they were to remove it, they could lose it. And if a Shellborn loses his shell, then he is not only forever shamed by the kingdom but banished. Aquarius was raised to become a guardian of the kingdom, and he has patrolled the waters around the kingdom for years battling creatures from sea monsters, to human ships attempting to troll its water, and the rare encounters of mermaids. It had been years since Aquarius had seen a mermaid for they are regarded as the enemy, although, it is unusual how the kingdom is able to breed. In the center of the kingdom is a giant conch shell where the eggs are born and incubated. It is a sacred place and none are allowed to trespass. The priests of the Conch Temple constantly accept offerings of food and treasure, and introduce the newborns to the world. No one has ever questioned the powers of Mother Conch or the mysterious practices of the priests. The merman is very set in his ways and therefore is quite stubborn. He is dutiful and loyal to his kingdom. He lives to see that it thrives. He comes off as rather imposing and intimidating but can be quite the teddy bear if one manages to pierce his soldierly shell. He is a fierce combatant and no matter the size of the enemy, he will always be the first to charge forth. Aquarius loves shellfish. They are his favorite food: crabs, clams, snails, shrimp, and other creatures. He also secretly admires the beauty of the mermaids. Through his short encounters with them for they are quick to flee a merman's presence, he knew what he saw, but their appearance hadn't matched the description of "vicious beasts who desire only to lull you into the deep where they'll feast upon your soul" or "Sea witches who have been known to turn mermen on their own kingdom." He still regards them as a threat either way. Anything Else: I have Aquarius looking similar to the pic, but just read for his in-game description. He wears his shell as a helm and so his face is mostly covered up beneath his exotic shell.</s> <\|message\|>Link Link finds himself alone. Alone and in rather unfamiliar waters. With slow almost lazy movements he swims in no real direction. His black tail giving off a sheen of iridescence whenever the light hits it, until he stops. He blinks at the scenario unfolding not far from him. A band of his 'kind' patrolling. He could feel the violence radiation off of them and feels his own teeth slide out of his gums. He quickly looks away and regains his composure. Once, 'normal' again he slowly looks back. A..mermaid. He tilts his head as curiosity fills his being. He swims slowly now, his movements precise. Not stalking, but stealthy. He finds himself hiding amongst rocks nearby, watching the mermaid as she waves away the dolphin that just helped her. He hopes she will not sense him. Then again, he also hopes the merman will not sense him either. He is strong, but he knew full well a lone merman had little chance against a group. No matter how sharp his teeth are, he can only shred so much before he is over powered. So, he waits to see what happens.</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail --- After Aquawlad had long departed, the sharks' pacing patterns shifted as they seemed to stop in their circles to regard two mersoldiers and one officer that swam down the empty dungeon corridor. Aquarius wore a solemn expression, lips straight beneath his shell helm. He gripped in his fist a trident as his tail rhythmically parted into numerous tentacles before they wound tightly closed in their propelling motions. The three mermen came before the prison where Ariyah was kept, and they regarded the young mermaid. For a long moment, Aquarius said nothing for he was gazing upon the creature before him. It wasn't every day that he saw a mermaid. No; the Shellborn dealt with larger threats on a regular basis and mermaids were normally so elusive that they were almost tales and bedtime stories in his culture. But here she was, an actual mermaid. She resembled a human cut in half and bound to the tail of a fish. Why? Why did the mermaids make more of their kind? It was unnatural. He began the interrogation: "I am Aquarius, Captain of the Shellborn Guard; Defender of the Kingdom; and you…are a mermaid. I nearly believed your race to be but a story, and yet here you are. What were you doing? You were alone. You were calling for help and when my men went to investigate, they reported to me that they found only an unharmed mermaid. So you weren't in danger. So why did you call for help?"</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily looked up, lifting her forehead off of her arms, when a seagull appeared, waddled towards her and screeched at her, before flying off again. She mumbled "Weird...." before she got back to thinking again. She was stuck on a very small island, huddling against a palm tree, and she was pretty sure she was going to freeze in the cold and in the rain. Or at the very least, catch a cold. How was she going to get back to mainland? She couldn't swim back there. That would be ridiculous. And how did her savior get her here in the first place anyways...? She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a warm voice, different from the voice she heard earlier, speak to her. She looked towards the source, suppressing her shudders and shivering to the best of her abilities, and saw that a woman was in the water. She answered, "Y-Yeah...I'm okay, I think. Just cold, and tired is all..." She then asked the woman, noticing that she didn't seem to be wearing a shirt, and that it was cold (even after a good while of being out of the water), "What about you? Aren't you freezing?"</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah felt grateful that Aquawlad listened to her, a smile forming in her face as she nodded in encouragement for her to go and help the woman. "Thank you." Once Aquawlad had left, Ariyah swam to the back of the cell and left herself float down until she sat on the floor. With a sigh, she returned to her healing to see if there was anything that she had missed. She sat in silence for a while with nothing but her thoughts to reflect on up until she could sense more than one approaching her. Fear began to creep back in as they got closer, and finally reached the cell door. The merman spoke with a tone of great power and confidence. It was easy to see that no one questioned him, ever quite possibly, and that he had the utmost respect of the mermen around him. At least it seemed that way to her. He also did not seem to disrespect her as she thought he would of done. 'Is it a trick? I should probably be polite.. It will probably get me further than being rude. Ariyah observed him as he spoke, keeping her thoughts to herself and she made assumptions about the Captain. She only spoke after he was finished, making sure that she wouldn't interrupt him. "M.. My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong." To Ariyah's surprise, her lie came out as smooth as the truth would have. Although Captain Aquarius came off as a respectable merman, she still feared what the outcome of her might be, especially if they knew she was helping a human. Her mermaid sisters had warned her of the cruel ways that mermen handled humans and it only made her fear more. "Will.. Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men." Soldier</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad frowned at the women. Perhaps she was more disconnected with how humans were but the women looked just fine, she'd even said she didn't need any help. The mermaid wondered for a moment if this was even the right women, though the human did look like she'd just gone for a dip in the ocean recently. In response to the humans question she flicked her tail out of the water, it's gold scales glistening every moment it was above water,before spashing back underneath the choppy surface. Then in a concerned tone she spoke, "I'm a mermaid silly, i don't think i've ever really felt cold." She gave a small smile before looking over her shoulder back the way she came. She felt she didn't belong out of the water, it was just unnatural. She brushed her dark hair back over her ear and bright eyes focused on the girl continued. "My sister said you needed help, and as much as i'd love to help. Well. If you don't need help, i should go. She's in danger and i only really left because she insisted checking on you. Anyway, if you're fine i really should go dear, and you can just... swim back to your home? You can swim right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail--> City Outskirts --- M..My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong. The three mersoldiers were silent. Will…Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men. The captain was silent for a few seconds further that his men started to side-glance him curiously from beneath their helms. Several streams of bubbles left the gills about his ribs in a sigh. "Take them away," he motioned with his hand in the direction of the sharks as one of his mersoldiers, though a little hesitantly, swam over to the guard sharks to grab them by their dorsal fins and swim with them out of the dungeon. "Release her." The mersoldier's head nearly snapped off his neck when he glanced at his captain in shock. The only indication of the expression was the merman's parted lips in disbelief. The question was right at his lips, but he didn't dare ask it. To question the captain's command would have made him insubordinate, but why was he releasing the prisoner? She was a mermaid! The remaining mersoldier took the coral key from about his neck and used it to unlock the cell. The metal door squealed as it was slid back and it met the wall with a resonating thoom. "You are released. We will safely escort you out of the city," the captain told her. "Come." As the mermen departed, escorting the young mermaid over a city of gawking Shellborn men, they swam out to the city's outskirts. The captain reached up to his neck where a necklace with a nautilus shell hung on a weed-like cord. He snapped it free from his neck and handed it to the mermaid. "As long as you wear this, no merman should bother you lest they are the enemies of the Shellborn. You should be safe in these waters. But mermaid…once you've left this place, it is wise for you not return," he warned. He didn't think that the mermaid was foolish enough to retaliate with others from her pod.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquarius Age: He's been alive for a few centuries. Tail: Aquarius's tail is quite unique. It is dark green and as smooth as a dolphin's back. It bears a metallic sheen in certain lighting and bears a deceptive appearance. It seems to be one tail that allows him to speed through the water, but it can divide into eight tentacles that he can use to propel him even quicker through the water as well as to ensnare others. Like an octopus, they have suckers on them, making them difficult to easily remove. They are extremely strong and can crush a person if not careful. They produce a toxin comparable to that of the blue-ringed octopus that can paralyze those who come in contact with it. Aquarius tends to use only an incapacitating dose so that he can apprehend foes rather than kill them. Specific Skill: * Rip Current – with his tentacles, Aquarius can whirl them at blender speeds to create a strong funnel-like current to disorient foes trapped within it or send them whirling away. * Searing Touch – His trident is capable of heating up to white-hot temperatures. You do not want it touching you. * Hardwater Toss - Aquarius can condense the water in his hand into a hard sphere and toss it at foes to knock them down or cause injury. * Venom – His tentacles can produce a venom similar to the blue-ring Octopus that can kill a creature in lethal doses. * Fin Blades - The fins on his forearms can extend like blades - though they extend backwards towards his elbows in a curved shape. They are a natural defense if ever he is disarmed. * Echo - Using a similar technique as dolphins (however it is not a clicking noise), echo allows the mermen to communicate, locating each other's presence before they reach them. This allows them to identify the merman and the clan he is from or to form secret formations for ambush. It can be used as a distress signal or a rallying signal. Bio: Aquarius hatched from an egg into the Kingdom of the Shellborn, or nicknamed by everyone else, Conch Kingdom or Shellhead Kingdom. The mermen are born with shells on their heads that hide their faces just above their lips (and they can see through them just fine too). The shells are sturdy helms and each one bears a unique shape and design. The largest shells are the most admired and praised. Those merman born with the biggest shell are believed to be destined for leadership or to even be king. Aquarius was one of those lucky few to have been born with not the biggest shell, but still big enough to earn the admiration of those around him. No one has ever seen the Shellborn's face for it is taboo for one to remove their helm. If they were to remove it, they could lose it. And if a Shellborn loses his shell, then he is not only forever shamed by the kingdom but banished. Aquarius was raised to become a guardian of the kingdom, and he has patrolled the waters around the kingdom for years battling creatures from sea monsters, to human ships attempting to troll its water, and the rare encounters of mermaids. It had been years since Aquarius had seen a mermaid for they are regarded as the enemy, although, it is unusual how the kingdom is able to breed. In the center of the kingdom is a giant conch shell where the eggs are born and incubated. It is a sacred place and none are allowed to trespass. The priests of the Conch Temple constantly accept offerings of food and treasure, and introduce the newborns to the world. No one has ever questioned the powers of Mother Conch or the mysterious practices of the priests. The merman is very set in his ways and therefore is quite stubborn. He is dutiful and loyal to his kingdom. He lives to see that it thrives. He comes off as rather imposing and intimidating but can be quite the teddy bear if one manages to pierce his soldierly shell. He is a fierce combatant and no matter the size of the enemy, he will always be the first to charge forth. Aquarius loves shellfish. They are his favorite food: crabs, clams, snails, shrimp, and other creatures. He also secretly admires the beauty of the mermaids. Through his short encounters with them for they are quick to flee a merman's presence, he knew what he saw, but their appearance hadn't matched the description of "vicious beasts who desire only to lull you into the deep where they'll feast upon your soul" or "Sea witches who have been known to turn mermen on their own kingdom." He still regards them as a threat either way. Anything Else: I have Aquarius looking similar to the pic, but just read for his in-game description. He wears his shell as a helm and so his face is mostly covered up beneath his exotic shell.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah It seemed as if luck was back on the mermaid's side as she heard Captain Aquarius's verdict. Her eyes lit up at the sound of him stating she would be released, and she quickly swam up from her sitting position. She dared not speak a word as the release process went on, afraid that she might say something that would anger the mermen and incarcerate her once again. She merely said a soft "thank you" when Captain Aquarius told her that they would safely escort her out. Through out the entire swim to the outskirts of the city, Ariyah had kept her head down and eyes to the ground. She feared of what the other Mermen might do, so she stuck near Aquarius in case anything happened. Only when they had reached their destination did she look up, feeling more relieved but still nervous. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little louder than before, as she took the necklace and examined it closely. "You've done me a great kindness by sparing me, and for that I will forever be in your debt." Ariyah, for the first time since her capture, grinned at the mermen. Perhaps her elders had been wrong about these creatures. They had caused her no harm, nor did they treat her with aggression once the situation was addressed and understood. All had happened due to miscommunication and a misunderstanding, it was something that she was willing to accept. With one last, curious look at the kingdom that had held her captive, the dark haired mermaid turned and swam away as quickly as she could from the mersoldiers and their captain. 'I should've offered them a token of friendship. Maybe a truce could've been made? Thoughts consumed her mind as she swam back to where she had been first captured. "Oh!" She quickly stopped in her tracks, her momentum forcing the water to push past her which flung her hair in her dark hair in her face. Ariyah had remembered the woman she had tried so diligently to save and quickly changed her course. She knew that she wouldn't be able to make it in time, so the young mermaid called over to a pod of dolphins that waited for the rough surface waters to calm. They came over cheerfully, swimming around her in circles. She managed to get the attention of the biggest one and held it near as she caressed its head. "Come on buddy, I need your speed just for a minute." The bond that mermaids had with sea creatures had always been a mystery to Ariyah. It was something she still didn't comprehend. Nevertheless, she used it to her full advantage to try and help as many others as possible, and today it would be no different. Angel Haruki @Holy Soldier@Classpet</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys followed the pack of monsters at a distance. She knew this was a highly stupid thing to do, but what if they came across one of her sisters? What if they damaged the reef or harmed an animal? Her fears were confirmed when one of them jabbed his spear through the shell of a sea turtle and tossed it out of his way. Arys had to hold herself back until they were out of sight before rushing to the poor creature's aid. It was a female, on her way to the beach to lay her eggs. Arys began to sing as she focused her energy into her hands, her eyes glowing. The turtle recognized her from when it had been born on the very beach it was returning to so it held still knowing she would help. She couldn't heal the hole in the shell, but she could heal the wound made by the spear in the turtle's flesh. Kayn turned sharply. That sound. It was singing. He smirked, his hands going to his blades. Got you," he murmured before heading straight for the voice. Arys was unaware of the danger approaching, focusing all of her attention on the turtle. Once it was healed she kissed it's head. "Go to the beach with the others. I will be there shortly," she told the turtle and gently pushed it in the direction of the island. Her expression was troubled as she watched it. She had healed the wound but the shell was still damaged. Once the turtle was out in the open ocean again, she might not survive. Curse the monsters and the damage they caused! They didn't even care! A flash caught her eye and she screamed when she saw one of the monsters headed straight for her, his swords gleaming. He smiled evilly, her screams of terror and look of fear like an aphrodisiac to him. A mermaid never lived or traveled alone. That meant there were more around here, this territory was theirs. He would bring their fins and heads to his Lord Commander and claim this territory. He wondered what mermaid blood would look like on his swords, his hands and chest. He would bathe in it to sate the bloodlust that consumed him. He roared as he approached. Arys darted away. The monsters were strong but she was fast. She could hear him swearing behind her as she put distance between them. She wished she had the skill of calling the dolphins like her sister did. Their added speed would help greatly. He was soon out of sight behind her but her fear made her continue to swim as fast as she could. She passed another merman, this one smaller and not as savage looking but that didn't stop her from screaming in terror at the sight of him and darting away like lightning. They were everywhere! What were they going to do?! Finally she nearly cried in relief as she spotted one of her sisters on the back of a dolphin. "Ariyah!" Arys screamed in both fear and relief at finally seeing a friendly face. She darted right up and hugged her sister tightly, breathless and sobbing. "Monsters!" she gasped. "Monsters!" @BlackPanther</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s>	<\|message\|>Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s>
<\|description\|>Altum (pronounced all-toom) Age: Turned in the year 1700 at the age of 24 Specific Skill: Does having quick-thinking and a sharp mind count? Personality: Stoic and indifferent to most people, prefers to keep to himself. Can get outgoing and rowdy around people he trusts and in the heat of battle. Respects honor and loyalty above all else. Considered a strategist and skillful tactician due to his honed intelligence and logical thinking. Retains the British accent from his human heritage. Background/History: As a human, Casius was a pirate sailing the turquoise Caribbean Sea in the late 1600's. Serving as Quarter Master aboard the reputed Screaming Siren, he was in charge of keeping order among the crew. Casius's older brother Cyrus having been elected as Captain for his ruthless prowess in battle and Casius himself elected to serve under him as Quarter Master for his logical efficiency and uncommon intelligence during that era, together the duo led an unstoppable force. One stormy night, as they were on their way to the port of Nassau to splurge their most recent plunder on drinks and wenches, Casius was thrown from the ship into the turbulent waters below. Fighting as hard as he could against the thrashing current, Casius soon found himself losing consciousness. On the brink of taking his last breath, he thought he heard singing. A soft lilting song that held an air of sorrow to it. Thinking it was his dying mind playing tricks on him, Casius closed his eyes against the darkness but not before catching a shimmery silhouette of a tailed maiden making her way through the waters towards him. Upon waking, Casius held no memories of who he was, not even his own name. The only thing he did remember was the ethereal beauty of that maiden in the night. Out of instinct, he immediately began to panic as he noticed the dark waters around him but soon realized he was able to breathe. Almost a second later he also noticed the tail where his legs used to be. Wandering alone in the deep where even the sun couldn't reach, Casius was found by a band of mermen scouts somewhere off the coast of the Greek Isles. They gave him the name Altum after the Latin word for deep sea and took him in as a brother. He now spends his days training and fighting alongside his new family, secretly hoping to someday catch a glimpse of the mysterious sea maiden that saved his life.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys turned her head sharply. Her heart pulled at her. One of her sisters...? With one kick of her tail she speed off faster than a marlin. It wasn't long before she saw wreckage from a ship. And the barracuda swimming around searching for scraps told her there had been feasting. Something terrible had happened here. There were no humans left. Not even tattered clothing. Only sharks could have done so thorough a job of disposing of the floundering humans. There were never that many sharks this close to the islands. They preferred farther out to sea. "Beware the shark, for it is the familiar of a far more dangerous enemy..." her Shellan's words echoed in her mind. A faint dolphin whistle had her on alert again. "Follow the call of the dolphin, for they can be trusted..." Only one of her pod was highly intuned with dolphins. "Aquawlad," she murmured before darting off once again, fear churning inside her heart. If one of her sisters was hurt she'd would need to heal her quickly before whatever sharks sensed it. Or the beasts with the sharks. Her Shellan had told Arys of the savage beasts the night she had made her gravest mistake. They bear the fin like us, but do not be fooled. They are savage, bloodthirsty, brutal beasts. Death and destruction is all they know, all they desire. Their strong arms will tear you to pieces as their sharp teeth rip your flesh and break your bones into splinters. They are to be feared and avoided at all costs. Promise me, my moon child, that you shall never again-" Arys pushed the memories from her mind. She never wanted to be reminded of her horrid mistake. The one that had caused the pod to have to flee their previous home. The shapes of other dolphins appeared, swimming fast. Arys could sense their unease, and their fear added to her own. A loud panicked squeal reached her and she saw one of the dolphins was struggling to keep up with the others. He was injured, a deep gash along his side. The gash was too clean to have been made by either teeth or claw. It was made by a weapon. The young female dolphin was bleeding too much. Soon she would die. And her blood would call the sharks, and the beasts with them. Approaching the suffering dolphin, Arys placed her hand on the gash only for the animal to squeal in pain and move away. Arys didn't chase her. Instead she held out her arms, as if offering an embrace. She began to sing, a gentle soothing melody. Calming, the dolphin approached her again and brushed against her like a child seeking comfort. Arys placed her hands upon the gash again and while the animal flinched she did not move away. Continuing the melody, her hands and eyes glowed with an ethereal blue light. The gash slowly closed and sealed, not even a scar was left behind.</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail @Classpet --- SGT Flotsam and his men returned to the Shellborn Kingdom with the captured mermaid. She was placed within a metal grate cell and she would find no one else, but the guard sharks that patrolled the corridor. They were trained to attack any criminal who dare escape, but she had been the only one in the dungeon it seemed. The guard post was but a jail where individuals serving temporary sentences went.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily swam with all of her strength, occasionally finding her head underwater before resurfacing to continue her trek. However, the cold temperatures and her muscles crying out in protest made it progressively harder for her to continue. At the rate she was going, she realized that she wasn't going to make it, and that she was going to drown. She almost gave in to the darkness, but she tried to stay awake as she felt a pair of arms grab her and keep her afloat above the surface. She wanted to turn and see who was holding her, and she wanted to speak, but Cecily never felt so weak in her entire life. She kept fading in and out between consciousness and unconsciousness during her savior's swim. She couldn't tell where they were going, and how long the both of them were in the water. She started coming to dizzy and disoriented consciousness after she felt sand underneath her, and she could hear a woman's voice speak, reverberating and echoing "Stay here. Stay hidden," Cecily managed to shakily rise up slightly on her arms and in an attempt to face her savior, she called with a quiet and hoarse voice, "Wait...!" However, her quiet words weren't heard, and after a splash, the person was gone. She groaned as she tried to sit up and look around. Where was she...? Why did she need to hide...? Well, either way, it wasn't a good idea to stay where the waves were crashing onto her. She fought against her weariness as she stood up and stumbled away from the beach and took cover among the nearby trees, but staying close to the beach. The storm was still upon her, pounding against the island and water mercilessly. She huddled against the tree, which did well to protect her from the rain, and hugged her knees, trying to keep herself from shivering. The waves were in clear view, and she wanted to keep them in view, just in case that mysterious savior of hers appeared again. She never realized that during her stumble towards the tree, her silver tear drop shaped necklace had fallen off and landed on the sand, eventually being washed away from the shore and into deeper waters.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah 'Ariyah wake up. Wake up, Ariyah!' Although she had not dreamt anything in her unconscious state, the young mermaid managed to snap herself out of it by havin her subconscious tell her so. She was used to having to wake herself up from the frequent nightmares that she had. When Ariyah finally did wake up, she took her time to adjust to her surroundings. It took a few blinks to get her eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room she was in, and another few blinks to take in the details of the room. "This isn't a room.. It's a jail cell." Ariyah's eyes widened as she put two and two together, her arms quickly pushing her off of where she lay so that she could swim to the entrance of her cell. She clung on to the bars and shook them, beginning to feel frantic as she started to realize how dire the situation was. "Let me out!! Please, let me out! I've done nothing wrong!" In fact, she hadn't don't anything wrong. At least not to the Mermen. She was well within the set boundaries that the Mermaids had, and whatever business she had to deal with, it had nothing to do with the Mermen. If anything, they were the ones out of bounds. Her pleased had to cease immediately though, as a shark suddenly swam to the cell and threatened to bite off the fingers that stuck out of the cell bars. Ariyah swam back in fear until she was touching the cell wall with her nearly bare back. That's when she noticed a stinging pain that shot up to her head. The blow that she was given by the soldiers might have been worse than she expected. With tears forming in her eyes, Ariyah let herself down once more onto the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. It wasn't because she felt cold, or because she was lonely, but because she knew she'd have to heal herself and self healing was always a by more painful than getting the actual wound itself. Still, Ariyah hummed quietly as she healed, her eyes giving off a minimal glow as it began to work.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) @Guardian Angel Haruki@wolverbells Aquawlad went as far as she could, following high above the mermen patrol. When the merman finally settled on a location and left the mermaid trapped Aquawlad made her move. The bottle-nose dolphin clicked at her, back up was coming, she needed only to wait. But the call to the Jail was strong. It was deserted but for the sharks, and though they were not the most sensible creatures the would still often listen to her. She gave the dolphin a gentle pat and sent it towards the pod, to lead them back to where the captured mermaid was. It would be just her for a short time, and the open water was no place to hide with the obvious silhouette she held. The dolphin darted off and so did she, propelling herself deeper and deeper until at last she was at the jail. She settled just above the entrance peering in. Dual sharks made rounds up and down the hall, keeping in motion to keep alive. Sharks themselves can never stop or they will suffocate. Water must constantly pass over their gills and provide them with the oxygen they need. "oh you poor darlings," she whispered as she flipped forward and swam to the other side of the entrance. The sharks stared dangers, but were undoubtedly curious. They were trained to attack escaped prisoners, but the mermaid had come on her own accord. Aquawlad radiated confidence, she was supposed to be here and for now that would be enough for the sharks. "Airyah, it's me Aquawlad, Are you alright? How do you open the cell?"</s>	<\|message\|>Altum (pronounced all-toom) Altum patrolled the dark depths alone, having wandered off again from his band of Merbrothers. He had been doing that a lot lately it seemed but frankly he couldn't really bring himself to care. Over the years he had spent with his new family, in this new life, Altum learned the rules and laws that all mermen were expected to abide by. Everything forbidden and taboo to their culture, the highlight of which being the mermaids. Hauntingly deceptive witches that masqueraded as one of their own but in truth were anything but. In the beginning Altum took everything they said to heart, having no reason to believe otherwise. But as time went on and Altum began familiarizing himself with his new lifestyle, now comfortable with the dark waters that surrounded him, he took more and more time to himself. Finding his mind wandering and losing himself in his thoughts, he began to wonder if these supposed "sea witches" were really what the men said they were. Altum didn't have any memories of his previous life but the one thing that he held onto like a lifeline was the vivid memory he had of that night. The beginning of life anew for him. The maiden that saved his life had to have been a mermaid. He realized that now. But what he saw that night didn't fit anywhere near the description what he had been provided of the vile beasts. Unnatural beauty, voice rising and falling in the most enchanting song he had ever heard, hair and eyes that glowed with the haunting light of the moon itself. Never speaking a whisper of this, Altum held the memory dear to his heart, secretly aspiring to someday meet his beautiful savior, even if it meant being bewitched like the mermen claimed. It would be worth it. Compared to most of the mermen in his tribe, Altum was still young, having been "reborn" only a couple hundred years ago. However, he was already finding himself tiring of the endless fighting. There seemed to be nothing else filling his time these days. There was something exhaustingly familiar about the battles, the rallies, the scouting parties, something that tugged at the back of his mind that may hint at his life above. Altum wanted something more to life than pointless violence. He had yet to even catch a glimpse of the elusive mermaids and would honestly believe them a myth if not for his dying dream. The scent of fresh blood roused Altum from his reverie. Suddenly alert, he hesitated for a brief moment before speeding off through the water towards the smell. He would definitely receive a harsh scolding for not sending a message back to the tribe and wandering on his own again. Altum didn't care anymore. He didn't really find himself fitting in with the others and their ideals anyway. Getting closer, he slowed his pace, cautiously creeping upon a wreckage but he didn't sense anyone nearby. Observing the bodies that still floated in the water, Altum judged by their wounds that this was the work of sharks. But sharks wouldn't do this without reason, would they? Could it have been another tribe of mermen? He had heard rumors of ruthless mermen that slaughtered without due cause. Going against his better judgement, Altum decided to follow the faint blood trail that led away from the wreckage, if only to give himself something different with which to fill his time.</s>
<\|description\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: 6'0 tall, body is borderline pale, and nearly emaciated but has a little very defined muscle, still not a huge dude by any means. A scar runs across his right cheek, his light blonde hair is thick and falls to the nape of his neck, scruffy chin and face, bright green eyes. Style is between thug and prep, if you can imagine. Mikkish has a handsome face, but a bastard's grin. Personality: He does what he wants, and he's always looking for a good time. He has no problems with violence or crime, but if you and him become friends, you will struggle to find a friend more loyal. He loves drinking, pot, sex, the occasional shroom, and a good fight. Don't try to coerce him through intimidation, it will only end in disappointment, and likely backfire. One of his major drawbacks, however, is that he doesn't really think before he speaks, or acts, or anything, really. Universe: Unnatural Verse, from my original RP I have attempted a couple times. You will probably find out more if you pay attention to his references to his past experiences. Abilities: Heat things up, or set them on fire with his mind. Channel his magic energy through his body to make himself stronger, faster, and more resilient. Good with hand to hand combat due to experiences, classes he has taken, and things he picked up from watching other people fight, and when paired with his magic its a lethal combination. Indifference to gory, violent scenery or killing (in most cases at least). Items/Equipment: Pair of steel knuckles, revolver and three rounds of magic silencing bullets (will be explained in game), a mysterious book written in an ancient language with missing pages, and usual luggage. History: Dont want to reveal too much, but will give a rundown. Mikkish is from a Universe where magic is possible with all intelligent life (humans, beings as intelligent or moreso, and in rare cases even animals). The world (earth) is like ours though, and mages and other supernatural things are in hiding and secrecy, so almost nobody knows mages and vampires and the like exist. Mikkish woke up one day as a young boy age 12 in the hospital, with no memories save for a few brief flashes, and nobody knowing who he was. Life was harsh for him growing up, but long story short he got used to petty crimes like theft and drug deals. Already now, the idea of a "Happy Magical School" seems pretty corrupted, but that is actually where his story truly began. He left his adoptive father (drug dealer trailer trash) at age 19 when he found a book, some of which he was able to translate and revealed the world of mages (long story on how he became convinced and will likely be explained in RP. He went to the college he read about in the book, which was on an island, off the west coast of the US where he experienced what seemed at first like typical school and college life. The island, however, was owned by a corrupt corporation based in the US, but outside of any laws besides those of the corporation. This is only the tip of the iceberg though. He made friends there, and with them he battled the dangers on the island, including the corporation and gangs of psychotic mages, but his most important fights were with evil, otherworldly beings. More than the fights, he discovered some of the truth and real importance of his book he had found. Unfortunately, in his crazy fights, he lost some pages. Mikkish began traveling through New England due to another cult he heard about. What is he truly there to do? Who sent him, and why did he come alone? Why not ask him?</s> <\|message\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan He only ever liked going by the name "Mikkish." At age 20, many thought he was too old for it, but he wouldn't listen to them. Or he would just tell then to fuck off. His real name was Joseph, but we will just call him "Mikkish" for the sake of simplicity. "Far as im taking this thing" said the trucker to the hitch hiker he had picked up, who was drifting off in the seat next to him "Hey!" The trucker reached over and shook Mikkish to wake up "This gas stations the last closest place on my route to where you're going. You might wanna get out." Mikkish walked out of the truck and was met with thick fog as he now stood in front of a run down gas station. "Must be a New England thing." He said, not bothering to walk into the gas station, but walking past it to the right and into the woods. He knew exactly where he was going...sort of. This was just another cult he was going to take out, believed to be in a cave somewhere in this general area. No, but this was different. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come alone. Mikkish felt challenged by something, and he could never turn away from a challenge. So, Mikkish stormed through the woods, walking further and further from that gas station on the side of the road in middle of nowhere Massachusetts. As he walked, the fog grew thicker, the trees taller, the world seemed to be changing all around him as he walked, but he didn't think once to turn back, didn't even consider it an option. Suddenly, Mikkish came to a clearing, and as he did, like a light switch, day turned to night, and the fog vanished. A full moon now hung above, lighting the ground below, but there was another source of light, coming from behind Mikkish. He immediately turned to see the source of light was...a massive building. It was a mansion, in the middle of the woods, no roads leading to it, no roads even near it. A metal gate with a few stone post encircled it, and within the gate, in front of the mansion was a working fountain, with a tiny angel statue at the top. And the strangest part was that it wasn't there a second ago. Mikkish had just walked from that direction. It didn't disturb or negatively effect him in any way, however, as this had become the norm for him and he friends back west. And to top it all off, maybe this mage cult he was looking for was inside the mansion. Immediately, he walked through the open gates, and up to the door, grabbing for the handle and finding it was Unlocked.</s> <\|message\|>Marlene Van Stel a man clad in a black trenchcoat entered the mansion wearing a fedora and smoking a cigarette as he walked up a long flight of stairs such was the life he would soon be leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson Vincent Sterling The sirens were ear piercing now, and only growing louder, but he had what he needed. He wrapped it carefully in the plastic his ally had provided, and less-carefully stuffed it into the breast pocket of his jacket, making sure to button it closed. The sudden transition to the airlock, control room, and then parking lot below may have left anyone else disorientated, but he was just tired. He bent over, hands on his knees, as he caught his breath. The break in, the same route he took to exit, had left him with energy in reserve to keep moving. The break out in the same way had seemed to rob him of those reserves. Still, he didn't exactly have time to rest, the sirens only a block or so away. He pushed on his knees, straightening himself, and then took off running. The moment he did, he caught sight of the first of what he assumed would be a number of vans entering the parking lot. He changed his route slightly so that he could earn another second or so before the van or it's occupants could bring their weapons to bear. Just as the van pulled up to him, it's doors sliding open to reveal the squad of heavily armed soldiers, did he teleport again. Not far, just past the concrete and grass barrier that marked the edge of the parking lot, finding himself a few steps across the road. He continued running, stumbling a bit as his body protested against the sudden and excessive abuse. He didn't dare look back, giving himself three seconds to compose himself before he felt that they'd train their weapons on him again. He didn't wait the full three seconds, finding himself sprinting on the sidewalk that had just been in front of him, headlong into the forest that marked the edge of city limits. Not that it meant much, those soldiers would follow him halfway across the globe if they had the ability too. He was more interested in using the cover that the forest offered to block their line of sight, and force them to disembark the vans, giving him the speed advantage. He almost didn't notice the transition, stumbling into the clearing after catching his foot on a fallen tree branch. He made it a few more steps before collapsing entirely. Heaving for breath, he clawed the fabric around his mouth down to below his chin, and waited there, catching his breath, listening to the sirens. Only then did he notice. There, weren't any sirens. He could still hear them blaring away in his mind but now that he listened it was only the echo of their memory. He stood, pulling the mask back up over his nose, and looked around. It was hard to see, when had it gotten so dark? He looked up. Stars? When had the stars come out? He'd attacked the facility in broad daylight, had he been running that long?Everything clicked, a theory taking place. He shifted position a few yards to his left and back, twirling on the spot, hand reaching behind him, under the jacket. No one. He twirled around a few times, hand on his weapon. Absolutely no one seemed to be around him. When he couldn't get the pieces to fit, he assumed he'd somehow been suspended in time for what looked like a few hours at the least. It would explain everything, he wouldn't notice the change of one moment to the next, while the world lived on without him. The soldiers giving up the search, or at least shutting off the sirens after his capture, the sun falling below the horizon as he sat unable to register the passing of time. But if he'd truly been captured like that. Where were his capturers? Where were the soldiers ready to haul him off to jail, surely the one who'd done this to him would be working for them. He peered into the treeline, maybe they had an ambush ready for him, but to what extent? Then he noticed it, a building, looming in the distance, it's light barely visible behind the dense forest between him and it. He watched it for a moment, took one last look around, then walked for it, straightening his shirt and picking the grass and twigs from his clothes so that he'd be more presentable when he got there.</s>	<\|message\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan This was unlike any other hunt for cultists Mikkish had ever been on. Most hid in caves, or old, abandon, dilapidated, and sometimes irradiated towns. A few times, Mikkish had to search the roach infested sewers of coastal cities to find the damn worshipers of Dead Gods. But now here he stood, in front of a mansion, and not even one that seemed abandon. There were lights coming from the inside, and a working fountain. It clearly had running water and electricity, despite that it was far from any roads and likely away from the grid. Mikkish pressed shoved his dirty hands to the double door entrance and pushed open, expecting a creak, but it opened as if if had just been constructed. The light from the ornate lamps inside illuminated him and the ground around him as the doors were pushed to the sides, revealing...a butler, just standing there at the entrance, and maids in the background, dusting. Everything was so clean, and undamaged. Mikkish cleared his throat to speak to the butler who stood in the doorway, staring right at him, as if they were expecting guests including Mikkish. The butler, however, beat Mikkish to the punch. "Welcome, sir. We have been expecting you, Mr Callahan, as well as Mr Sterling, who should be arriving any moment." Mikkish stood paused for a moment. Okay, so the cultists now knew his name. Not surprising, really, considering what he did to most of them could be judged as...excessive. He had never heard of Sterling, though. Was he some Maniacles agent? Mikkish looked around the room, though, and was honestly extremely confused. If this was a cult meeting, they were certainly prepared for guests. "Looks like your maids will have to do some overtime." Mikkish said, raising his fists; his weapon of choice paired with his magic "Unless you need a new coat of red paint, asshole." Blood was indeed about to spill. Cultists had fooled Mikkish before, but not again. Even if Mikkish was being a little unreasonable, and rushing in to fight a cult that wasn't actually there.</s>
<\|description\|>Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make him the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods. "Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely. Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Alver chuckled a little as some excitement chatter emitted from the young child's lips. Goes to show that Miky's son would be this adorable. Luke may be even more adorable then his own father. Alver just wanted to coddle and hold him all day long like a cute teddy bear. So of course, Alver couldn't help but scoop Luke in his arms and headed back into the house and upstairs to the Guest Bedroom. Entering the neat elegant white room. It was smaller then the Master Bedroom, but it was comfortable. Softly humming, the tall albino gripped the covers of the bed and peeled them back before setting Luke down, brushing his fingers through the child's hair in a loving manner. "So what kind of stories do you like Luke? I have quite a few fairy tales. Is there any your favorite?" he asked kindly, lavender gaze brimming with curiosity. He himself always enjoyed reading the stories, most of all being read to whenever his mother or father actually had time to do so. It gave a unique feeling of peace and comfort.</s>	<\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Luke enjoyed the ride up immensely. It would be such an amazing experience if he could spend his entire day and night up in Alver's arms, but the small boy knew that would be entirely too unreasonable. So Luke just hugged onto Alver's neck while listening to his soft humming. The ride up jostled him, making him feel as if he was on a super huge horse! The young boy was deposited on the large bed, quickly slipping into the bed so he could be enveloped in their warmth. The slight ticklish feeling of Alver's hand made an involuntary giggle slip out of him as he moved onto his side, squishing his feet into the plush mattress. "Hmm... Well I've always been a fan of The Tortoise and the Hare! And um..." A slight blush sprinkled over Luke's cheeks, "Little red riding hood?" Luke pulled the covers so that they covered him up to his nose. The fact that he was a fan of the little girl story made him embarrassed. It wasn't like he wanted to be some kind of manly man, but everyone at school only liked Jack and the Beakstalk and other fairy tales like that.</s>
<\|description\|>Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Micah didn't dream of anything. It was such a relief for the Blonde since all his recent dreams had ripped him apart and stabbed his heart. All Micah could tell in his unconscious state was that he was comfortable and safe, which did wonders for his psyche. Micah took his time to wake up, not even gaining a sense of self until around nine. Mikaela opened his eyes and felt the empty spot next to him. It was rather cold and the Blonde frowned, but it wasn't that strange for Alver to not be next to him. The Blonde did sleep in a lot more than he probably should. An hour or two earlier, Luke had woken up bright and early and had peeked into the master bedroom. After finding his Papa fast asleep, he had decided to go downstairs and look for Alver. Once downstairs, he swiftly moved to the kitchen as his stomach announced his arrival. Luke hurried to take a seat, seeing the food sitting on the table, "Good morning!"</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Alver was thinking to himself, trying to clear his mind from his unsettling nightmare, keeping his focus on cooking. Perhaps humming a little tune to settle his nerves. As he a pile of pumpkin pancakes on a plate, something to fit the season, he heard someone come down the stairs and smiled a little as he turned his head to see Luke. The albino chuckled a bit and poured some milk in a glass before walking over and setting the plate and glass on the table in front of Luke. "Well good morning Luke! Did you sleep well? Ready for some breakfast I hear." Alver said with amusement at the sound of rumbling tummies. His lavender eyes glanced toward the stairs and gave a soft sigh, taking a seat across from Luke, wearing a white apron. "Your dad must still be asleep. Glad he's getting some rest." Alver chuckled a little.</s>	<\|message\|>Mikaela Winter The boy happily went to work cutting his pancakes into tiny bite-sized pieces. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all! And no one wanted to choke on such fluffy goodness... "Pancakes are one of my favorite foods!" He smiled, slipping a piece into his mouth and giving a gasp of delight. After taking a sip of milk, he commented back, "Papa never gets up on time, it might be because he's always working, but he goes out of his way to tuck me in whenever he can. ...I didn't hear anything last night, was Papa having bad dreams?"</s>
<\|description\|>Birthday October 31st Age 26 Formula and Sexuality Versatile and Homosexual Goal To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to. Marriage/Family/Love Life Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home. Occupation Writer/Manga Artist/Artist Appearance Height: 7'0 Weight: 180 lb Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two. Middleschool/Highschool Clique He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person. Past Crush He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone. Current Crush ----- Are you in contact with a Rose? No. Personality Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people). Short Bio On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes. So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward. His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one. When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about. As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work. Other He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas. He likes to play piano and sing occasionally. He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it. He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy. A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen. He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them. If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself. He likes cloudy or rainy days. He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids. He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though. Theme Song(s) Pompeii by Bastille Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down Answer [Vocaloid][Ashe] Coward Montblanc [Vocaloid][Ashe]</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Listening to his childhood friend start to stammer and ramble, Alver silently closed the door behind them and walked to the dining table while listening to Miky's explanation. The moment the mismatched eye boy said he didn't have much time, the albino gave a slight sigh of perhaps disappointment but opened one of the cupboards in the kitchen and took out some Tupperware, returning to start shifting some of the plate's contents meant for Miky inside before neatly closing it. When he turned back to his first crush, he blinked a bit as Miky was practically begging on his knees like a over-dramatized manga character desperate for help. Well, it kind of seemed his childhood friend was desperate. After all, Alver lived out of the way, away from bustling society. That and well... They had a bit of a shaky relationship in the past. They got along fine at the gathering, but even then they were both a little uncomfortable. To leave his son in Alver's care... Well... It was hard to say no. Lavender gaze looking down at Miky thoughtfully, Alver gave a slight sigh before kneeling down, brushing his right hand on top of soft hair of his childhood friend, elegant slender fingers ruffling the strands ever so slightly as they petted him. While the left hand held the Tupperware filled with a good meal and pressed against the chest of his guest. In order disrupt the constant rambling. "It's fine, I can watch him. Just make sure you care for yourself. You're starting to look more dead then me." Alver responding in a slight joking, but gentle tone. Before gingerly pinching his cheek. "Though make sure to give me some notice next time and time for you to explain proper scheduling. Erratic schedules isn't good for children. Did you even explain who I was properly?" he scolded, before turning toward Luke, shifting a little to face Luke and giving a friendly kind motherly smile. "Well hello there young man. This must be quite a surprise for you right? My name is Alver Rozu, it is very nice to finally meet you Luke. You're Papa loves talking about you. I hope you don't mind keeping each other company for a little while." he said brightly, holding his right slender hand out to offer to shake hands with the child.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Immediately after Micah prostrated himself, Luke tried to pull him up. This wasn't like Papa... Was there some kind of problem between the two of them? And if there was... Why would he make Luke stay with him. He looked helplessly between the two, his small hands balled into fists. He was too unnerved by the situation and if the vampire dude said no, where would they go? But then the guy ruffled Mikaela's hair. It was such a sweet gesture. Sure, Luke had seen Hank tease the tiny father of his, but nothing... this innocent and nice. The gesture even made little Luke blush, he had just started his first crush after all... and not only on an older person, but a man. Shock splashed on Mikaela's face when Alver lightly touched his head. But he soon started to blush, the albino was just so nice... so, so sweet. The taller man was soon entice both father and son. His chest tightened when the large Tupperware collided with his chest. His ramblings had slipped into something unintelligible before he went silent. His head drooped again when the other male accepted his request, his eyes filled with happiness are dewy. It was true he had been working a bit too hard recently, making him about ready to keel over. If Micah didn't get someone to look after Luke, he wouldn't get his naps that were seemingly longer than his nighttime rest. His face when a little redder when he realized he probably hadn't explained exactly who Alver was. The only factors he had mentioned to his son were that Alver was an old friend and he was a great motherly figure. But after seeing Alver's motherly smile turn towards Luke, he knew everything would turn out alright in the end. He wanted to get up and huge him right now. As soon as those smiling reddish eyes connected with Luke's, his fists went limp. The boy was feeling all shy with that kind of smile coming towards him full force. Sure, Mikaela was a great father... but Luke had never gotten the opportunity to experience a motherly gaze. Luke wanted to go hide behind his Papa's back but... a part of him stopped him from doing that. Not being able to really voice his thoughts properly yet, he just nodded and his small fingers slipped into the palm of Alver's elegant hand. "Luke Winter..." The interaction almost brought Micah to tears. "Thank you!" With a happy cry, he took a few steps forward on his knees to hug the both of them. Mikaela spontaneously kissed the top of Luke's head and almost did the same to Alver... until he realized what he was doing... His face went super red again and he hid his head in Luke's hair. "T-Thank you... I'm really asking too much..." Even his ears were red. Fox</s>	<\|message\|>Birthday Nyaaaah Luke was sooooo cute! Alver smiled a little more as the little boy shyly placed his hand in the albino's ghostly palm. The elegant fingers gingerly encircled it in a gentle embrace while softly giving the small hand a little shake. Flicking his pale reddish eyes toward Miky, the coloring shifting back to the pale lavender color as he turned his face to find the source of chirped gratitude, he blinked as the tall man found himself in a embrace with the smaller man. Seeing the father kiss his son on the head was just so heartwarming. Of course, Alver's pale face slightly tinted pink when it looked like Miky was going to do the same thing to the albino, but soon just buried his face into the child's hair and mumbled more of his thanks. Miky was just evil. Pure evil. Too adorable not to be evil. Alver's feelings from all those years ago had managed to heal over time, but gosh blueberries he was reminded why he had a crush on this guy in the first place. It's funny, Miky looked like such a cute shy kid at this moment, even if the smaller man was a good three years older than Alver. Mentally telling his heart to shush up from its rapid pounding against his chest, Alver wrapped his arms around the two, placing his hands on top of their heads and giving them comforting loving strokes. It's been awhile since he's seen Miky like this, so Alver's more devious side decided to tease the smaller adult. Mostly just so he can distract himself from the overly cuteness these two were exibiting that would put so many cutesy manga boys to shame. Leaning closer as he continued to give them loving pats, he brought his lips just a few inches from Miky's exposed ear. "Anytime, Miky." Alver whispered in a slight hum, before pulling away and ruffling the older man's hair. "It's no trouble, it's alright to ask for help. Now go on and get to work before your late. I'll make sure Luke is well taken care of." Alver said, standing up and pulling his childhood friend up with him, unconsciously brushing his slender hands over Miky to straighten out his clothes. He looked to Luke and smiled, reaching hands and easily scooping up the ten year old into his arms so he wasn't left out. And he was about face to face with his father when the adults stood up. "It'll be good to get to know eachother anyway, right Luke?" Alver smiled to Luke, winking his left eye as he flashed another bright smile.</s>

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<\|description\|>Doverick Diathus Age: 15 Allegiance: Chaos Personality: Dovverick often tries to be very often putting in some manner or another to those whom he first encounters. Trying to keep them away with some rather rude remark or sign of aggression and maybe even cruelty if Dovverick can attempt to stomach it. Unless there is something he particularly wants or needs for the person but even them sarcasm is often to slip through. Despite this there is a want to be surrounded with or be around social groups almost and empowerment in it that Dovverick rather pushes away from as to not attach to these people. It seems more like a basic urge to want to grow into larger social groups and perhaps even find a leader of some sort. Dovverick also tends to worry perhaps overly so when it comes to an injured person that may be considered rather close to them. Often overreacting in some manner or another and of course trying to help them as quickly as possible. There is another minor quirk of his rarely surface. Dovverick may try and search for a deeper meaning or interpretation of things to perhaps see a different view or method or how it can be applied though this doesn't necessarily mean he's successful, just occasionally ponders over such. Species: Beastfolk Hyena Immortal Type: Geomantic City of Origin: Lemuria Magic Source: Ambient Magic Type: Mysticism Spells: Sphere of Magic: Earth Focused Barrier of Earth- Creates a barrier made out of earth Delay death- Slows down the effects of dying Move through Earth- Moving through earth such as disappearing into it and going to an underground cavern, or going into the side a plateu and ending up toward the top some time later having moved through the earth Earth Spike-Causes a spike of earth to rise up from the ground suddenly Healing Sense & Read Ley Line: Travel Main Skills: Sewing, Scribing, Secondary Skills: Monetary dealings Equipment: knap sack,sewing kit, bandages, scrolls, ink bottle, scroll of pedigree being marked as Mahtab's son and wooden bead necklace Backstory: Doverick was born in a way or rather created from messing with the genetics and structure of hyenas. He was rather genetically engineered from a batch of a dozen other very young hyena beastfolk at the time on Noble's Island. Make no mistake that place was not his home or physically born there as he was recreated. Soon afterward those that had recreated Doverick to their liking began running simple tests. The first few tests were those of intelligence and sentience even such as sorting objects in particular manners from color to size, solving certain puzzles to later on adapting language and conversing. It seemed Doverick was a success in that category and received very little punishments which were given to those who failed the mental tests. The next were the physical tests such as being able to walk upon two legs, lifting objects and even trying to use the other senses such as smell and hearing to be quite acute. It was hear that Doverick's skills were rather lacking beyond that of being able to stand and walk about (which was still rather a difficult accomplishment and often his legs wobbled). For such he was punished even more severely and was planned to undertake 'harsher' experimentation to achieve a better physical prowess. Luck for Doverick a Mystic Witch named Mahtab had rather took interest in hum. Instead convincing those that were running the experiments to give Doverick over in exchange for payment and claiming to share information on Doverick's increasing intelligence in her care and teaching. They reluctantly agreed and released Doverick to Mahtab. She soon named him what he is today and returned to a home in Lemuria. Upon reaching home Mahtab rather began raising Doverick and teaching him basic commands and things to help with around the home and other small tasks. Some of these were rather hard to follow at first which is why Doverick's language skill needed to be worked upon. He was to practice reading, writing and speaking constantly often through the small tasks given such as scribing down whatever Mahtab asked, reading various letters to her and so on and so forth. Some of the other tasks he recalls and was rather rapidly improving at was sewing back together pieces of cloth that had been torn on Mahtab's days out of the house, and keep track of some of the finances as he grew older. Along the way he would often try and practice to achieve some of Mahtab's feats, most of which were seeming to heal impossible injuries seemingly by willing it to occur. Around the age of twelve or so was when things had started heading downhill. Mahtab was dying from a large blade wound through her stomach and was not able to focus on healing it through the pain. Doverick was at first sent into a panic a question whom had done this but Mahtab refused to answer that question. It had rather been one hired from those who had created Doverick years ago, for not sharing the experiments and progress of Doverick and not following through with some crueler requests sent over by letter which were burned long before Doverrick could even read them. Doverrick was rather crazy for a time trying what he could to heal her and paying those who were healers to help try and help as well but driving the both of them into poverty. The healers had rather effectively extended Mahtab's life for a couple of years but only had slowed it. Doverrick had oddly been successful in delaying Mahtab's death in his own effort for days having not slept at all and nearly draining upon power that he had not known was available to him. Doverrick even tried tapping into the power of the earth itself to heal her and the wound was sealed but disease and infection had long been decaying Mahtab from the inside. Mahtab's last words were: "Goodnight my sweet, Diathus. Death will only take me for a time." Doverrick had failed her. There was, perhaps another chance however. A slight hope to perhaps try and bring her back from beyond death. Defying the laws of life and death to bring someone back into the current plain of existence as they were by his will and perhaps chaos as well. That is what he searches for. Appearance: looking texture from a lack of proper grooming for a long amount of time. His main fur coat color is a beaver brown, his under belly a desert sand brown and the various spots of his fur being a chocolate brown. His muzzle rather short and only seeming a few inches or so that seems to match up with his small and charcoal gray eyes that always looking tired. Some of his front teeth come down in a small overbite. The teeth seeming sharper than they actually are. Dovverick has a rather slim and somewhat curvy body shape. Most of his body seems rather pole or straight down like except for around the waistline in which it curls outward. The pole shape might be further enforced by his height, standing around 5'11" or so. Dovverick's legs appear to have some more meat to them than the rest of him. As for clothing he mostly adorns a long black skirt made out of linen and goes down to Doverick's paws or feet and another piece of clothing that covers his chest but not his abdomen and appears rather 'vest' like in appearance. Both pieces of clothing have small cuts here and there but are otherwise fine. Dovverick tends to prefer loose and comfortable clothing with some style or soft fabric with it.</s> <\|message\|>Jarek Wildervan Jarek As Jarek continued to progress up the mountain path with increasing speed, his attention was soon taken by the scene of a ruined village. He had traveled far since leaving home, but never had he seen such destruction. He could only guess what had the power to do something like this, but maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it was an accident, or some sort of natural disaster. These thoughts did little to convince him, but it helped ease his fears a little. Part of him wanted to explore the village, learn of its secrets and wonders, but he had a mission, a quest that he had promised himself not to abandon until he had seen it through. He let out a small sigh before turning back to the path and continuing his journey. As he did so, he noticed a traveler up ahead, staring at him. It was only for a brief second, more of a glance than a stare, but he was certainly looking at him. Who would be travelling this road, though? What sort of person in their right minds would be journeying to see some infamous mage whose tower was resting on a ley line? Then Jarek looked a little closer. The being above him seemed more a creature than an actual person. He had fur, and pointed ears, like a dog almost. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he had heard of people doing experiments to create beast folk, be it out of research or to create unquestioningly loyal servants. Maybe this was one of those, or maybe he was just some race that Jarek had never set eyes on. He had lived a rather sheltered life up until this point. The being ahead cast one more glance back at him before quickly running up ahead. If Jarek didn't have his suspicions before, now he was almost certain that the beast had ill intent. Afterall, it was on a road never traveled by anybody meaning to bring any good to the land, or at least, that's what the rumor told him about the path. Slowly, Jarek blended into the scenery by the side of the road, watching ahead for any other people, hoping to be able to see them without them seeing him. Maybe it was just one too many days travelling alone, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the creature he had seen would play a major part in his confrontation with the mage.</s> <\|message\|>Kaleia El Nemaya Nemaya looked up quickly at the sound of the voice, so caught up in the banter with Rushan that neither had noticed the intrusion. With all said and done the individual did not seem hostile. Although it would not be the first time she'd been caught unawares. Tilting her head to one side studied the male. It was one of the beast-folk and looking at the markings it resembled some kind of cat-like animal. Biology was not quite her strong suit. Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he'd been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been. In fact he'd flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She'd been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those. Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings. It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing. Almost feels better that way. It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly! The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle's. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside. Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor. By the Lords of Order this was bizarre! Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she'd run into Rushan and before he'd even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old. Just where in the hell was she?</s>	<\|message\|>Doverick Diathus Doverrick simply stood there for a few moments or two. It seemed he had surprised the two or at least the one he was assuming was female. It seemed he was rather being studied and stared at for a little while which in itself was uncomforting. The feeling of being stared at like so and studied about made the hyena or gnoll of sorts, uncomfortable with the current situation. The information that could be worked out from them may, however be invaluable so Doverrick simply maintain a wide and pleasant grin across his face to not appear menacing and more of a friendly sort. It seemed then or soon afterward that the girl and the other had disappeared into the ley line and likely went elsewhere. Which seemed rather rude to Doverrick at the time being as he was ignored or avoided all together. Since the two were gone and disappeared into the ley line and likely would not hear him at the time being, he swore under his breath. More or less coming up with a minor profane name for the two. Unsure of whether or not he should pursue the two was being questioned in the next few seconds. If he left and went after the two, who knew what might be met on the other side? The two might be too afraid to even think clearly and answer him or they may even try to attack Doverrick simply out of fear. There was the other traveler to worry about as well. The hyena glanced over his shoulder back in the general direction of the traveler that was walking along the path. The chill of the cold began to set in somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Henry "The Monster" Anderson Age: 36 Appearance: Height: 6"1' Weight: 200 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Nationality: Australian Occupation: Private Security Bio: Tough lands breed tough people. And that is exactly what Henry was, tough. He had to be, growing up the youngest of five, living in a shitty neighbourhood with shitty people, if you weren't tough and didn't learn quick, best case scenario you'd wind up dead. Henry was lucky, he was born a survivor. He fought for everything he had growing up, his clothes, his food. His pride. He did a lot of bad shit to people, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die in a gutter. When he was 16, he joined a gang. Spirit Wolves. When he joined they had little territory, training, co-operation, people and funds. Henry changed that. He made the gang into what it became, a full blown crime syndicate. He spread rumours about himself to scare people and build a rep. People thought that he was a wild beast, unleashed only when shit got intense. The runours became so wild that people would pay the gang just for keeping Henry on a leash. Some people did toss away the rumours every now and then, and challenged the gang. Those people disappeared, never to be seen again. Henry eventually left the gang at age 24 when an ex military soldier offered him a job at his security company. Henry accepted and never looked back on it. He worked some easy jobs for the company, guard stores, people and the like. But he loved the tough jobs, companies hiring him to kill another companys hired goons. Escorting caravans through dangerous turf. Hunting mutants and the like. So long as the job paid well, he'd do it.</s> <\|message\|>William McGregor --- William McGregor --- He thought deeply to himself. William knew that everything here was indeed what governmental officials were keeping from them, their idea of Protection to the Public. At this point in time, part of him still had a deep grudge against the new Section 8 interferers, yet there was still a little sympathy. How can anyone have fought things like these for so long, and still not had the privilege of warning the Public, or other Military organisations, in order to prepare them for the worse? It must be painful, mentally, for someone to have to go about this on a day-to-day basis. But then, yet again, was there even a brain for the woman to have broken down? Her body seemed completely and utterly augmented, something William would refuse even in the face of death. It wasn't like he hated the idea of saving lives and upgrading peoples hope...It was just the pain that came with it. There was a feeling, a phantom limb where the replacement was fitted in. Take William's hand for example, he hated the feeling. Sometimes, through mental hallucination and delusion, he could swear sometimes his fingers would twitch, as if they were still there. The numb feeling of having that terrified him sometimes, and so to have more than just a hand replaced by things only to create similar experiences...It must be a trip of mental suicide. His mind returned to what mattered. It trailed off from the sympathetic thoughts of his rescuer, the confusion of who the Marksmen was and the whole experience of his own issues. William brought himself back into the mind of an Officer. He had a task, a mission and information just given to him by whatever authority. This information was completely confusing...Anything could've been said other than that and it would've made more sense. "Wait...So this wasn't some bloody Lab Creation? Nothing we've ever come across before?" William looked back at the four remaining comrades of his. It wasn't completely true, what the Commander had said about him. He shouldn't of been the next IC of the group. However, the hopes of the remaining looked upon him as if he'd always had led them. They were shocked, the lot of them. Jason, Jess, Franklin and Thomas...They were looking to him, completely disregarding any authority they would've had over him. He stared at their eyes, as their helmets were taken off. Each one of them, even Jason, looked traumatised...Mostly covered in blood, whether it was their own or someone else's, and unsure of what exactly was to happen next, they continued to stare back at William. William's head lowered; his breath drew colder and lower. "How...How can we go with you? What good are five...Five remaining Armed Police Officers...Practically betrayed by their authority...What use are we? Actually...I don't want an answer...Don't answer that." He continued to pause for a moment, catching his breath once more as he looked at the team. Through visual gestures, they were prepared to make their decision. "I...I don't...We can't just join...we...We can. If you truly need us...for whatever reason...We will try to make it happen, as our duties to the MCPD state...But we'll need something in return...and not just myself, but us all, know that you'll figure something out that'll actually make this tragedy worthwhile..."</s> <\|message\|>Hotaru Utada Usanagi [Usanagi] She crouched down and placed her hand on William's shoulder. "Everything I do, everything that Section 8 does is for the survival of the human race. We learned these creatures aren't just stopping at humans like you and me, but on androids and synthetics. They want to destroy all of mankind and it's creations. Most of my body has been completely cyberized. Except for parts of my brain as well as my internal organs. A few artificial ones were added but I am still human. I still care about humanity." She said and then looked to his team. "Oh and the law you fight for did not betray you. The USD,... Section 8. We thought we could fight back the tide that is coming. If we do not put stubborn differences aside and join together to fight this menace... we will all die. Every death here will be in vain. As of now the human race is fighting for it's survival. The war will break out onto the streets of Mars like it already is but in much larger scales... Section 8 is understaffed for this and for the time being the USD is losing and right now Mars is the only obstacle in these creatures path." She sighed and closed her eyes and then looked to the opposite stairs going down. She knew more of the creatures were making up for them. With that she stood up and then looked to the group. "Also your no longer property to the MCPD. You belong to Section 8, whether you like it or not. Section 8 protocol dictates I take you in whether you like it or not. You will be taken to our facilities. You will be taken care of and debriefed. You will remain there for as long as it remains safe. How you decide to spend your time under Section 8 is dependent on you. Fight or don't. Either way we will all die when the time comes." She said. With that she looked to the other members of the division and then to the stairs leading to the roof. 'Leon, provide us cover to the roof. We aint got much time. I am ordering for a emergency evacuation. One of the gun ships will aid you in providing fire upon the enemy while the other lands on the roof. We will evacuate and then come pick you up.' Her next actions consisted of her pushing forward to the those stairs that made their way upwards. She was done talking and trying to explain to these people that she wasn't the enemy. Section 8 never was the enemy. The enemy was the things trying to kill us. If they didn't want to listen then so be it. They can die with their friends if they want or rot at the headquarters. Not even the Section 8 headquarters will be safe for long. When this war comes... no place will be. Then it happened.... A cleaver punched it's way through the floor and pulled with it a chunk of the floor causing her to fall with it. When she landed she landed with a thud her gun falling to the floor and sliding away from her. She turned over quickly to see the drooling monster hovering over her. It's weapon aimed at her and it's cleaver like appendages moving in place to strike. It hissed at her and then screeched as it swung. She moved her legs in time to dodge the first hit but then the second came down right above the wrist of her right hand. It may have been completely machine but the nerves where still there and she screamed. She reached to her side with her only hand left and grabbed her pistol and then moved it to shit at the creature through it's weak points. It exchanged it's on displeasure of the act with a scream of it's own. She took the time to flip back up on her feet and move to her weapon. She holstered her pistol quickly and picked up her P90 and aimed and fired shooting down the monster with continued fire. Once it was dead she looked to where her other hand was and then the stump that was sparking and did ooze out some kind of fluid. She looked back up to the hole and positioned her self so she could make the jump. Sure enough she was able to make it back to their floor. She then bolted for the stairs. She knew after that event there the others were surely doing the same. "You people get moving!.. I will cover you from here. I won't be able to hold them for long." She hollered as blasts from the alien weapons started to pelt the walls around her. She exchanged fire with them. The creatures were beginning to learn from this as well and used their own cover. [Meanwhile elsewhere @Catchphrase] Alexander maybe surprised to know that he wasn't the only one who had it's eyes on the current population of the establishment. Only the things didn't have no intentions of getting money out of it or anything. The death of all humans.... and their creations. That was the goal of the hive. "Humans go inside building, not come out... shall we pursue?" One asked the other as they watched. "Proceed as planned. We kill them all... not just the hostile ones and their weaponry but the others as well. The only good human is a dead one." The other responded. The moved into position. The streets were quiet. Everything was ready... They raised their rifles and picked their targets and then they opened fire. Plasma particles ripped through the walls like paper towards chosen targets. [Also Elsewhere@knighthawk] The next attack was going to occur in a much more residential area. The fight will come upon all fronts. Soon the humans won't be able to hide it any longer and all will fight them. It was rather exciting for the hive. A race worth fighting for once. Something to challenge it. It was a solitude hunter though. It had no gun. Just two rather large pummels and two sets of smaller arms. It looked at the house and the one more target going through the door. It would have grinned if that was even possible. The human intended for it's prey had a large prosthetic though or some kind of powerful arm. Was it capable as its... we will see. It moved towards the home and in the process lifted a car from its parking spot and then threw it towards the home. It's intended target was no one at the moment. Just making a crashing entrance.</s>	<\|message\|>Henry "The Monster" Anderson Henry was giving the sobbing man and his family some time to calm down and listen to him. If they were hysterical it may benefit his employer by making them make a decision while afraid, but calm people were less likely to act on emotion and think logically. Then he heard a noise from outside, and before he could even turn the entire building was lit up by weapons fire. A round grazed Henry's side, but before anymore could hit him he dropped to 9 the floor as if he was dead. He didn't even throw up his hands to protect his face, which really hurt him when it made contact with the floor. He looked around and tried to take stock of the situation. The man and his family were all dead, they were already on the ground so whoever was shooting didn't have to compensate for them dropping to the floor to take cover. They just got chewed up. His men fared better, but not by much. Of the four that went in with him, two were wounded, one was hurt so badly not even doctors could save him if they could evac right then and there. And that was not an option. His last man was quick to react. He ducked down behind a metal table and flipped it over. It barely held against the rain of fire being thrown at it, but it held none the less. The man took out his heavy pistol and fired back, shooting blindly over cover. He must of hit something, because a scream came from outside where the shooters were. It didn't sound like it came from any human throat, and if it was human. Henry shuddered at the thought. Henry crawled towards a small ditch in the building. It wasn't a ditch really, more like a slightly lower part of the floor, but ut was the best cover he could get to without getting shot up. When he made it to the ditch, he drew his weapon and fired off a couple rounds. They were state of the art rounds, or at least state of the art years ago. The rounds buzzing over his hewd, those were state of the art. And yet the shooters weren't that great. Strange. Henry looked around and saw another of his men go down. A round went through his skull. He was out of the game. The remaining two who could still fight were firing away. More screams were heard 3outside. But the weapons fire kept coming. Henry grabbed his radio and switched it on, hoping someone would hear him of the sound of fighting. "EMERGENY! EMERGENCY! THIS IS DELTA TEAM OF CRIMSON BEAR SECURITY! WE ARE UNDER HEAVY FIRE FROM AN UNKNOWN ENEMY! THEY ARE USING UNKNOWN HARDWARE AND WE ALREADY HAVE CASUALTIES INCLUDING SOME CIVILIANS! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS, SEND HELP TO MY LOCATION, IT IS BEING TRANSMITTED IN THIS MESSAGE! I AM SETTING THIS ON REPEAT, JUST SO YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME FOREVER! PLEASE HURRY!" Henry rigged the radio to repeat and concentrated on firing back. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and do it quietly. He hoped somebody was listening to the radio. Otherwise the time to set it up was a waste.</s>
<\|description\|>Oskar Oskar The Undying Age: Mid-thirties Appearance: Oskar is an imposing man, standing 6' 3". He weighs 224 Pounds, and was once called "Oskar the Mountain." That stopped after he cut out the tongue of the man who created the nickname. Bio: Oskar first memory is wandering aimlessly through the Nordic Countryside. He accidentally befriended a band of Viking Raiders. They taught him how to fight, how to raid. They raided together for many years, until Oskar had his head lopped off in battle and they saw it reform. They burned him alive and it took him almost a year to reform from the ashes. He tracked down and killed all of his former comrades, taking the name "Oskar the Undying" Since then, he's roamed the Earth, looking for war wherever he can find it. It is said that not only did he fight on both sides of WWI, charging across No Man's Land with axes in hand, he also may have had a hand in the assassination of Ferdinand which started the war. He's slaughtered rebels, then immediately helped overthrow the Government that bid him to do so. He looks only for blood. He's always found it. Personality: Oskar can be a jovial when he wishes to be. He has been known to not hold his liquor very well, and has caused a number of bar fights. He is kind and welcoming to those he considers friends, but considers everyone else a bitter enemy. Then, he might brain a friend for insulting him and befriend an old enemy. He has no consistency, and is all the more dangerous because of it. Possessions: * 3 Ice Vestis Crystals * Two one-handed axes (Ice Vestis Powered) * A multitude of fur cloaks and leather jerkins and breeches. * An outstanding fortune * A massive Mansion In Seattle Skills: Oskar is a deadly warrior, skilled with swords and spears, guns and explosives. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of war making, and he's quite skilled with tactics. That being said, no one can call Oskar "book smart." He reads at about a fourth grade level. Fast facts: Oskar has an thirst almost as undying as himself, he likes to stay in a state of perpetual inebriation. Oskar currently lives in a large mansion, bought from the spoils of war. He wears traditional Nordic furs and leathers. It is possible the IBI knows about him, but is unable to act due to his use to several countries as a soldier.</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman. 'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open. "Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.</s> <\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" Lena It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake. Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again. A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note. "What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?" Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex Alex sat on the plane, smacking the letter from Oskar on her palm absent-mindedly. It'd taken some work to convince her manager to let her leave New York, but she felt this was well worth it. Besides... her career was pretty much over with anyway. They would just call this an extended break that would soon turn into a permanent break. Simple, really. Besides, if she didn't go on this, she wouldn't be an idol much longer regardless. Oskar's letter was essentially her career's death sentence, not that she minded. She was dressed casually, as casually as a former star could. Her dress was the street style of South Korea, kahki skinny jeans, a loose fitting v-neck grey sweater, and red sneakers. She sighed as the woman near her seat stared at her. Because a female with a typical male style of dress was so odd. Alex rolled her eyes and decided it was in her best interest to stare out of the airplane's window. She'd requested the window seat and enjoyed watching the ground below them fly by. It wasn't often that she felt like a small insignificant thing. She lifted her hand to run it through her short, thin brown hair. What did "Oskar The Undying" want with her anyway? And what was with the name? He still went with that? Let's just tell the entire world that I'm an Immortal. No biggie. Not to mention Mr. Obvious is the one threatening to reveal me. Alex chuckled, a short huff of a laugh, more like a snort than anything. She let out a short breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had the ability to teleport rather than live a really really long time. She wasn't really the most patient of sorts even though she really should be. She also wasn't one for keeping herself armed besides the small knife hidden in her bag. She'd lived long enough to know how to get away with a few things, after all. Which made it all the harder to keep herself from punching the woman next to her's face in. "Stop staring at me, lousy bitch." She barked at the woman, fed up with her glances and mumbling. "I'm right fucking next to you and can hear every damn word you say so you don't need to whisper." The elder woman recoiled in fear before her expression turned into that of hatred. Without another word, the woman raised her hand and called one of the hostess over. "I'd like to be moved to another seat. This young woman is incredibly rude." She explained, holding her nose out like Alex stank. Alex snorted once again, bursting out into laughter. Everyone on the plane turned to look at the commotion and the hostess gave her a strange look. "I think that's my line, lady." Alex began, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She turned to look at the hostess, "Excuse me, miss..." Alex glanced at the name tag, "Colwell... My name is Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters. I'd like to request to be moved to first class. Preferably in a seat by myself. It seems I can't trust strangers to be respectful and kind anymore." The hostess bowed and walked on to find a new seat for Alex and as she did, Alex turned to look at the woman, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, watch who you mess with, bitch. Have fun in 3rd class." She told her as the hostess came back to retrieve Alex who spent the rest of the ride in peace. That is... until they touched down. While Alex was walking around, looking for Oskar who she could only assume would look horribly out of place in an airport, she was approached by a rather large man who stopped in front of her and stared down. Alex stopped, staring at the man's chest before slowly looking up at his face, her brow raised at him. "Can I help you?" She asked, her brow still raised. "Apologize." He grunted. Obviously he's more brawn than brain... "As I've just met you, I don't think I have anything to apologize for." Alex responded, stepping to the side. Behind the large man was the older woman from before who now had her arms crossed. Alex raised a brow yet again and glanced from man to woman. She pointed to the woman and looked up at the man. "She yours?" Alex asked, prompting a glare from the man. "Apologize." He grunted again. Alex snorted once again and smiled at him. "Make me, Tiny." She told him, stepping up to him, her chest barely inches away from him, her glare staring daggers into his. "I know about 50 different ways I could paralysis you right now and then what would you be? A hunk of meat with no brain. You wouldn't want that would you, Tiny?" She whispered, smirking at him. She hadn't expected the dumbass to actually hit her until she felt the slap and her body suddenly falling back as she flew across the large hall and into something soft. She blinked, looking up to see a rather large scandinavian man. "Oh... Hi Oskar." She greeted him, making quick waving motions. She looked down to see the woman's son (I mean, what else could he have been? Her boyfriend? Heh, fat chance... Literally... fat chance. Woman probably weighs like 300.) who was staring at Oskar who was more than likely staring back. As usual, friends were nice.</s>	<\|message\|>Oskar Just when Oskar thought his day couldn't get better, he encountered an old friend. He roared with hearty laughter as he remembered her. Yes, the one now called Alex was the same girl who he once thought all those years ago. He had wondered where she had gone. "Chae-Seon?" He threw his head back and laughed until he began to tear up. He suddenly noticed the large man glaring at him. The one who had slapped Alex into him. He picked Alex up and set her aside. He strode towards the man. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." He launched his right arm forwards and grabbed the man by the arm. He yanked to the side once his forearm was tightly in his grasp, dislocating it with a pop. The man dropped to his knees and clamped a hand onto his useless shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. Oskar spun and drove his heel into the man's jaw. He dropped like a sack of flour. He turned back to Alex with a broad smile, ignoring the older woman's horrified stare. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" --- Otto --- Otto sighed. It seemed as though he had a better chance of being exposed by Oskar's idiotic frivolity than whatever proof he may have Otto's immortality. He strode through the crowd. The man who had slapped the younger immortal was struggling. He sighed once more and walked past the final line of people to face the wounded man. "So, now you know not to hit women. He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to Oskar. "Or else you'll get beat up by a crazy Nordic Man-Bear." He stood and spun on his heel, coming face-to-face with Oskar. "And you! You imbecile! Otto was seething. "Oskar, I ask for once that you at least try to be subtle. Not all of us have the Bureau in our pocket."</s>
<\|description\|>Lena "Wanderer" Age: 21 Appearance: Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle) Bio: The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again. Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her. Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift. Personality: Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity. Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her. Possessions: -Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie. -She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals. -A fancy mace to use in close combat -A black M4A1 -Knife in her boot -A black Heckler & Koch USP -A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors) Skills: Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well. Fast facts: -One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth -Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar -Her favorite food is just any kind of meat -Her looks say different, but she can drink -One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little</s> <\|message\|>Oskar Oskar --- Oskar smiled. It was not often that he felt satisfied. There were always more battles to fight, mead to drink, beds to warm. For Oskar, one victory was never enough. Be it in war, finance, or other such pursuits. No, Oskar needed to keep winning his whole life. Which is why Oskar's smile was perplexing. The smile even grew as he worked. Especially the last two notes. The ones that were going to be delivered to Otto Dietrich and Arthur Avalon. The only two to ever defeat him in battle. Ah yes, he remembered clearly. 8th Century, Otto and his whore had driven back the force of Magyar bandits Oskar had been commanding. It had taken him awhile to find the former Holy Roman Emperor. He had taken many different names over the years, it was just Oskar's luck that he happened to name himself Otto again. Arthur had been significantly easier. The damn fool had never changed his name. The other notes were being delivered to other Immortals. Ones that he thought would make excellent allies. A good king, he thought is never without his court. --- Otto --- Otto was tired. He looked in the mirror at his haggard face and bloodshot eyes. He sighed. There were days when he wished that he weren't an Immortal, that he died like normal humans. The days were few and far between, yet today was one of them. He dressed haphazardly and sat on his couch, flippin on the television. Otto wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself. His friend, Ozmond, was the only reason that he had been staying with one identity for so long. Of course, Oz had succumbed to old age, as humans were wont to do. Otto had moved to Germany the day after the funeral. He flipped through the channels while sifting through his many, many memories. He finally settled on one he liked. The year was, 1996, he believed. He and his fourth wife, and Ozmond were celebrating Oz's birthday in a pub. Ozmond and Aileen both looked the same age as him back then, and they were happy. He preferred to remember them like this, as opposed to Aileen in her 70's, on the losing side of a battle with Alzheimer's. Or Ozmond, as an 86 year old man who could barely keep his eyes open when he came to visit. He fell asleep with the pub memory in his mind and a sad smile on his face. He was awoken by a knock on the door. He quickly dug through the pockets of his hanging coat for the small revolver he kept. The chances of the visitor being an IBI officer were slim, but you could never be too careful. He wrenched open the door to find nothing but a small white envelope on the floor. He opened it and read it in a manner of seconds. He dropped it to the floor and began to laugh. "Oskar the Undying, eh?" He chuckled once more. "To Seattle it is!"</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman. 'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open. "Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.</s>	<\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake. Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again. A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note. "What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?" Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.</s>
<\|description\|>Lena "Wanderer" Age: 21 Appearance: Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle) Bio: The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again. Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her. Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift. Personality: Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity. Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her. Possessions: -Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie. -She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals. -A fancy mace to use in close combat -A black M4A1 -Knife in her boot -A black Heckler & Koch USP -A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors) Skills: Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well. Fast facts: -One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth -Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar -Her favorite food is just any kind of meat -Her looks say different, but she can drink -One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn D'Amour Evelyn Evelyn walked through the airport, dressed in a simple set of black clothing, consisting of a sleeveless top that showed off her toned stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged ger long legs and butt firmly. She walkrd with the ease of someone who knee they were hot, evidenced by the men around her whose gazed followed her for a few seconds longer than normal. She walked over to the small group that had gathered, eyeing each of them up individually, not even hiding the fact that her stare seemed to strip off their clothing, and see what lay below. "I'm assuming you're Oskar," she asked, nodding to the tall Scandinavian, "My name is Evelyn D'Amour. I received your letter." She smirked a little at thr mention of the Bureau. Now that was something she didn't have to worry about. The good thing about her hobby was that many found it uncomfortable to talk about openly, so there were very few rumours about her. Just another reason she enjoyed it.</s> <\|message\|>Vladimir Vladimir As the sun rose, a body amongst the sheets tangled through two forms stirs. Slowly a woman sits up and inspects the man whom she managed to bed last night. As she gazes upon the sleeping form a pale grey eye slowly opens and looks at her. "good morning" The woman cracks a smile as the man known as Vladimir sits up, still groggy from sleep. "Morning Vlad." Vlad gets out of bed and starts pulling on clothes, to be specific a heather grey t shirt and tight dark jeans, as she watches. Once fully clothed he turns and looks at her. "Not that i am objecting to you being here...but why are you still here?' The woman tilts her head. "I wanted to be here when you awoke...a-" Before she could finish the sentence Vlad's dinosaur of a phone rings. He picks up. "Hello? What? oh...its not mine. How could I be so sure you ask? Because i am completely sterile. Nice try though, do try it on someone else who it is actually possible to produce a parasite with." A click is heard as he snaps the phone shut and watches as the woman dresses in a hurry and leaves. Vlad snorts, it would seem all the women he ends up with are similar. Vladimir lightly makes coffee and starts about his day. However, this is soon interrupted by a doorbell ring. He sighs before getting up and seeing a postman with a letter. His eyes flick between the letter and the man as he grabs the letter, who even sends letters now a days. He nods to the postman as he closes his door. He opens and reads it. His whole being goes cold at the threat of being known to the IBI. "Not again...never again" The whisper is soft and he clenches the letter. He inhales and exhales before unclenching and finishing the reading of the letter. So Seattle it is. His day found him in one of his least favorite forms of traveling. A plane. Something about being in the air with his feet off the ground was unnerving. With his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and knuckles white from clenching the arm rests he feels he might be okay if no one talks to him. Of course, that was not fate. "Oh are you afraid of flying?" The irritating voice of the blonde sitting next to him pierces his forced meditation. "Only as much as you are afraid of your natural hair color" That shocked her into silence...good. The rest of the flight was uneventful thankfully. He walks off of the metal bird to see a rather large man dislocating another man's shoulder. With an eyebrow raise he makes his way to the group around the large bear of a man, knowing full well his silent nature might make him unnoticed until they actually look behind them. "Why be subtle when the other guy was not? Believe that man brought the bad karma upon himself" As another woman introduces herself he sighs. He probably should do the same. "Vladimir." He felt nothing else needed to be added so he simply does not. The pirate boots are enough to prove everything about himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex "Chae-Seon?" She grinned. A long since forgotten name. She was certainly glad he remembered her after all these years though her heart pinged at the sudden remembrance of the name. Still, as if by some force of nature her memories remained as hazy as they'd always been but now she could faintly remember a distorted voice calling her name. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." "Hmm?" Alex mumbled as Oskar offered her his help. Her heart warmed at the familiarity. Oskar had always been like a father to her for as long as she could remember, always taking care of her. As Oskar finished taking care of the brute, Alex looked over the horrified expression of the old woman as she rushed to what Alex assumed to be her son's side. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" Oskar asked her. She sat for a few seconds deliberating with herself. "You know, I've been meaning to change my name. But for some reason hearing Seon causes my heart pain so Alex will do for now. You can help me choose a better name later." She told him, chuckling. She wanted desperately to rush up to him and wrap her arms around his neck in a familiar embrace but the addition of a rather loud fellow caused her to think twice. She'd just have to tackle Oskar later. She laughed quietly to herself, remember how she first pronounced his name all those years ago. Oshka The look on his face still made her laugh even now. Alex stifled a giggle at the 'nordic man-bear' comment. However, she felt a bit defensive when he berated Oskar for defending her. "Hey. He's my nordic man-bear and he did nothing wrong." She told him, her brows furrowing at the loud newcomer. "Though you do stick out like a sore thumb, bud..." she added quietly in Oskar's direction. "And you!" She shouted, pointing at the haggard looking man who'd just arrived, "You're just as loud and oblivious as he is! If you're going to mention the Bureau, at least do so quietly." She shook her head at him and then grinned up at Oskar, as if looking for approval. Evelyn D'Amour Alex had known a lot of very attractive females in her profession, but she did have to admit that Evelyn took the cake. She pursed her lips as she looked Evelyn up and down, eyeing her while trying to not appear as if she was doing so like the many other people in the airport. She coughed as another walked up and defended Oskar, apparently having heard the haggard man's comment. "I like this one." She told the group, pointing towards Vlad. Realizing that all of them but Oskar didn't know her name, Alex grinned and held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels as she introduced herself, "Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters, at your service." And she regretted it as soon as she said it. Shit... She looked over at Oskar hoping very much so that he hadn't caught on to the meaning behind what she'd said. Since parting from him, she hadn't always been... well... good. She didn't want to disappoint Oskar and he probably knew about the old man's recent death even if he didn't know the details. Besides... Oskar probably knew her parents and she didn't know how he'd feel about her basically denying them ever having existed in the first place. All they held for her were painful memories and so she had no need of them. Maybe he won't care at all. Maybe I'm just over reacting. Despite being nearly 200 years old, Alex still felt like a teenager who hadn't quite grown out of her insecurities, something she should probably find ways to fix and soon if she wanted to be as hard and cold as the lot of them. Right? That was what she needed to do? Become hard and cold towards life. HAH. As if. Then, as if suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do previously, Alex ran around Oskar and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "I missed you Oskar! How have you been?" She asked, grinning as she squeezed his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) -Double Post of Doom- Apologies.</s>	<\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane. What a bunch of ass holes. Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up. She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet. It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he. "Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Vladimir Also known as Vlad Age: looks about 21 Appearance: (I tried to find a picture….no luck) Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye. It is naturally this way so occasionally he will dye his hair to hide his identity. In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset. Bio: Vladimir remembers the Vikings. Remembers well because he was one himself. Though that did not last too long as he did not like some of the things Vikings did to the villages they took over. Under the cover of night he left them to seek out something different. That something different came in the form of piracy. Not the traditionalist in any sense of the form he got a boat before he got a crew. It was a large boat that he fondly named the flying Dutchman. He spent a few days convincing members of other crews to join him with the promise of good treatment and plenty of gold. Many were persuaded by that and so began the travels of Captain Vlad. This part of his life lasted the longest and gave him a fortune in stolen goods. Upon chance, he stumbled upon a village that lured him there. Finding something appeasing about the sleepiness, he stayed and allowed his crew to part ways with him. (A good thing since the ship was shot down and never seen again) He met a woman who he fell in love with. They got married, though never had any children due to him being sterile. He was head over heels for her and did his best to make her happy especially with his inability to give her any children. Life seemed great for a few years, until Vlad came home one day to find his wife dead. (He refuses to talk about the details) One thing lead to another and Vlad left the town covered in blood. Much later, the IBI was created. Created and somehow he found himself in their clutches. To put it simply, it is not something he wishes to go through again and finds that he is happy to be out of there. From that point on he hopped from place to place from job to job. From paid hit man to private eye and so many more. Now, he finds himself living in the US with a job as a bouncer and houses scattered throughout with basements full of treasure. Treasure that occasionally takes a piece or two to historical museums to make quick cash. So to the historical members, he is a treasure hunter. He does not believe the IBI know much about him anymore, but why take the chance of not being careful again. Personality: Vladimir is sarcastic to boot and a bit of a lone wolf. He is rather difficult to anger, but once he is angry he is hard to calm back down. Any speaking of the IBI or his wife cause him to go into silence. Possessions: -Vlad tends to wear t shirts of the heathered variety (usually grey though there are a few colors) -He also wears button ups occasionally so some of those -His pirate boots that are still in good condition (he swears they are comfortable even with the slight heel.) -Tight jeans (of the darker variety) -A dagger (with a fire crystal) -A sword (With a lightning crystal) -A rather old looking flip phone Skills: -Drinks rum like a fish (something about the taste…he doesn't seem to really get drunk anymore) -Sword skills (though he can fight dirty) -Parkour -His shooting skills are okay…not the best but he can hit a target. -Smooth talker/silver tongue (He seems able to get out of many a difficult situation.) Fast facts: (Interesting facts and such about your character. Fears, hobbies, favorite foods, mannerisms, and habits all belong here) Fears: Not much. He seems to have accepted what he is and he has already lost something he loves through a brutal way so…he doesn't really care a lot and that comes through the way he acts. Hobbies: Wood carving-he finds it fun to see what a piece of wood becomes Favorite food: Rum Tidbits: Every once in awhile he goes to his secret basement and looks at a portrait of his wife. It seems he has never been able to get over it. Deep down he has a capability to be sweet and loving…just got to get past those walls of his. He does have a tendency to sleep with women. Being completely sterile has some advantages in that realm, though many a time he has had women accuse him of being the father of whatever child. Though he has money and plenty of it, he does not flaunt it. All of his homes are moderately sized (he has many under different aliases so that he can hide wherever.) and his jobs are not ones that are expected of someone who is wealthy.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) Alex "Chae-Seon?" She grinned. A long since forgotten name. She was certainly glad he remembered her after all these years though her heart pinged at the sudden remembrance of the name. Still, as if by some force of nature her memories remained as hazy as they'd always been but now she could faintly remember a distorted voice calling her name. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him." "Hmm?" Alex mumbled as Oskar offered her his help. Her heart warmed at the familiarity. Oskar had always been like a father to her for as long as she could remember, always taking care of her. As Oskar finished taking care of the brute, Alex looked over the horrified expression of the old woman as she rushed to what Alex assumed to be her son's side. "We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?" Oskar asked her. She sat for a few seconds deliberating with herself. "You know, I've been meaning to change my name. But for some reason hearing Seon causes my heart pain so Alex will do for now. You can help me choose a better name later." She told him, chuckling. She wanted desperately to rush up to him and wrap her arms around his neck in a familiar embrace but the addition of a rather loud fellow caused her to think twice. She'd just have to tackle Oskar later. She laughed quietly to herself, remember how she first pronounced his name all those years ago. Oshka The look on his face still made her laugh even now. Alex stifled a giggle at the 'nordic man-bear' comment. However, she felt a bit defensive when he berated Oskar for defending her. "Hey. He's my nordic man-bear and he did nothing wrong." She told him, her brows furrowing at the loud newcomer. "Though you do stick out like a sore thumb, bud..." she added quietly in Oskar's direction. "And you!" She shouted, pointing at the haggard looking man who'd just arrived, "You're just as loud and oblivious as he is! If you're going to mention the Bureau, at least do so quietly." She shook her head at him and then grinned up at Oskar, as if looking for approval. Evelyn D'Amour Alex had known a lot of very attractive females in her profession, but she did have to admit that Evelyn took the cake. She pursed her lips as she looked Evelyn up and down, eyeing her while trying to not appear as if she was doing so like the many other people in the airport. She coughed as another walked up and defended Oskar, apparently having heard the haggard man's comment. "I like this one." She told the group, pointing towards Vlad. Realizing that all of them but Oskar didn't know her name, Alex grinned and held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels as she introduced herself, "Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters, at your service." And she regretted it as soon as she said it. Shit... She looked over at Oskar hoping very much so that he hadn't caught on to the meaning behind what she'd said. Since parting from him, she hadn't always been... well... good. She didn't want to disappoint Oskar and he probably knew about the old man's recent death even if he didn't know the details. Besides... Oskar probably knew her parents and she didn't know how he'd feel about her basically denying them ever having existed in the first place. All they held for her were painful memories and so she had no need of them. Maybe he won't care at all. Maybe I'm just over reacting. Despite being nearly 200 years old, Alex still felt like a teenager who hadn't quite grown out of her insecurities, something she should probably find ways to fix and soon if she wanted to be as hard and cold as the lot of them. Right? That was what she needed to do? Become hard and cold towards life. HAH. As if. Then, as if suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do previously, Alex ran around Oskar and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "I missed you Oskar! How have you been?" She asked, grinning as she squeezed his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name) -Double Post of Doom- Apologies.</s> <\|message\|>Lena "Wanderer" Lena By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane. What a bunch of ass holes. Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up. She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet. It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he. "Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Vladimir Vladimir chuckles at the comment of being liked. This group seemed strange that much is for certain. As the small one introduces herself an eyebrow raises. "Am i supposed to know whom this Gregory is? because I do not....so Ill stick with calling you Alex" It seems as if the group is having a casual free for all and something about that bothers him somewhat. Maybe the fact that he was blackmailed into being here...that little tidbit. His arms cross as he is just about to speak when he hears a mumble coming from another newcomer. A smile spreads across his face exposing perfect white teeth. "Well, it does fit no?" He lightly turns to study her more. "Vladimir" The one word being his way of introduce himself. His one visible grey eye sweeps over her in a quick manner as if taking her in weighing and not finding really any result. As with most here he settles for being neutral. As for Oskar the undying he turns back, his arms crossing once more. "Shall we go or are we to discuss the nature of the blackmailing here? Because I truly do not enjoy being blackmailed into anything" Straight to the point with a hint of his russian accent peeking out. By his tone it is clear that he is a tad bit irritated with being blackmailed and is perfectly fine with figuring out why he was brought here right now. His crossed arms furthering the point and tightening the sleeves on his shirt in the process.</s>
<\|description\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." Appearance: Megstamia stands as an hourglass figure at five foot five, lightly tanned skin showing that she has spent some time in the sun. Large yellow eyes with a tinge of green look either downwards nervously at the ground in submission, or straight into another's if begging. Wheat colored hair runs in waves reaching the small of her back, although she ties it up if it is practical. Ears with fur the same color of her mane stand out at a slight angle, small waves in fur mimicking those of her hair. When walking, a tail usually sporting a bow comes from behind her waving back and forth. When she runs though, it acts as a balancing mechanism to allow her to be oddly graceful with her feet. A brown leather collar makes this it obvious that she belongs to the bottom of the social ladder. A lighter stone of the same color hangs from it, indicating her owner's house is Soyala. A small pendant hanging from beneath that further specifies her specific owner. While it isn't a steel shackle, the reality is that it is impossible to remove without a key from her master. A slave really has no choices in their fashion. She tends to be better dressed than many slaves, her master putting his in white dresses or in a lightly colored shirts. Tamia has a silver anklet, a gift from her master. Despite her abuse, she never removes this. Gender: Female Age: 17 Race: Cat (Neko), Unable to transform back. Personality: Having lived a lifetime of slavery, Tamia has always been in submission. She hates making decisions, and if given the opportunity for freedom would likely choose a similar position with better working conditions. Even if she won't admit it to a stranger, it is obvious that she considers a scratch behind the ears and a little pampering to be the ultimate award. If a master decided to treat her with anything resembling kindness, they would find her to be a loyal force. Even if they are cruel to her, she generally wants for others to be happy. Megstamia however despises hard labor, and being ordered to lift heavy weights generally puts her in a sour mood. However she enjoys the intimacy of others, this characteristic in combination with the others making her ideal in some ways as a more personal attendant. Both the stereotypes of the 'scaredy cat' and 'curiosity killed the cat', she constantly finds new things and absorbs information like a sponge. If she had the choice of a holiday, it would to be having a picnic during a sunny day, and receiving the a good deal of pampering with the company of another. Bio: Megstamia's mother died in childbirth, her litter of three being spread out between several noble households. The neko inherited nothing other than her name before being sent of to Soyala. From before she can remember, the child was collared and working around the house. Although initially doing light cleaning around the manor, she eventually was put into the kitchens and shown to have a talent for it. Aside from a sadistic matriarch, the majority of slave work around the house was done in reasonable conditions. Although meat was restricted for holidays, none of the servants ever starved. Although crowded, the quarters were dry and warm in the winters, and reasonably cool in the summers. Tamia never attended school, but as her body matured she was chosen as the favorite by Eirwen's father. Constantly in the proximity of him, she eventually learned how to read and obtained a very basic education. If he needed something done, she was expected to work towards it. She was expected to stay up longer than he did and take care of him throughout the night, and wake up before him and bring breakfast. As a reward for her loyalty, she was constantly handed presents from him. At first, things continued as normal. The abuse from the matriarch increased steadily throughout the years as Eirwen's mother began to worry there was a relationship outside the purely sexual. Wanting to protect his favorite pet and placate his wife (and not to have her die and pay for a new one) Eirwen's father assigned Megstamia to be Eirwen's personal attendant. She is reluctant and scared about the journey ahead, although curious. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Balance It's been tested. Megstamia literally lands on her feet constantly, and it seems that no drop can injure her. Animal Instincts The neko's ears hear sharply even for her own kind, and her smell is uncanny to a normal man. Irregular Alchemy Cooking abilities eventually developed further, until Tamia could mix herbs in such a way as to produce strange effects. Her food tasted VERY good, and could literally make the entire family laugh in cheer. After being beaten once the owners figured out what she was doing, she was later allowed to continue down that path once they discovered her innocence. Mostly left to party tricks, her ability comes in handy more times than one would expect.</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall Katherine could only laugh. . . Aloud. Hell, this woman's pet was even laughing at her and now this girl was going to attempt to ridicule her? Hah! She was ten years too early if she thought she could infuriate Katherine that way! The puppeteer had spent years under the tutelage of a sly woman that said many things to various people. If she hadn't picked up much, then her years of study under said woman would have been worthless. Unless you were clearly in the wrong, there was always a comeback. "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl." This exhausted one was obviously younger, so Katherine found no fault calling her a girl. Especially with how naive she seemed. "I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself." This girl wasn't going to phase her verbally. Not at the rate she was going. Oddly vicious as nobles get, they tended to be innocent in their upbringing as well. This one specifically. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall." Katherine was practically thinking, Etch into your mind, the woman that made a fool of you. Now she wanted to add a last blow. "If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." This girl would likely not agree to it, fine by Katherine and if she did, fine by Katherine as well. In the background, by Tamia and inside the cart two cute little dolls worked together to reach the top of a barrel to reach for two apples. Katherine had only given them the order for one, but the dolls felt like their master would enjoy them giving one to the cat she seemed to adore at the moment. After they finished their challenge, one dropped off the cart and made its way over to Katherine with an apple in hand and the other placed an apple in the cats hand. There were many dolls scattered throughout the caravan with the temporary orders to help others out if they needed it and they were more than happy to help.</s> <\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala ~Eirwen Soyala~ Laughter. There was laughter...from both this woman and her pet. How utterly humiliating. How utterly infuriating. She could handle this unknown woman laughing at her. After all, she was beneath her. But her pet? Tamia? One who should be loyal to her? Toys that were broken...were thrown out. Toys that didn't please their owner? Trashed. Toys that hurt or injured their owner? disciplined. Even if the cat hadn't done anything too wrong at the moment, since she had yet to lay down any ground rules, this woman.... "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl. I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself. Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall. If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." Embarrassment only stalled the Soyala girl for so long. Now, there was nothing but a smoldering anger. She barely heard that last little quip, as her face distorted into a scowl, eyes glaring at this Katherine Lindall as her teeth ground together. Her hand gripped the edge of the wagon hard enough for her fingernails to scratch it. A cold wind blew past the group, and judging from the way Eirwen looked, she was visibly restraining herself from doing something. A low growl echoed from her throat. Her blood boiled. Anger, hate, and hunger filled her thoughts. She wanted to teach this whelp a lesson that she wasn't to be disobeyed, but from the looks of things that would be a bad idea. "No...no...this isn't good...calm down...need a distraction." Tamia should provide an ample distraction. She still needed to go over the rules, here, after all. Some nice, calm, quiet talking would do her some good. Maybe munch on another...apple... ...did that woman just give Tamia and apple when she wasn't looking? Or rather...those things did? ... Eirwen turned her back to Katherine. "Leave." she commanded. Any further attempts by the woman to speak would be met with nothing bu cold silence. Instead, Eirwen turned and swiped the apple from the cats hand before the cat could even do anything. She retook her seat next to her slave, still trying to banish those less than morally correct thoughts from her head. There was a time and place for everything, and losing her cool here wasn't going to be a good idea. So, instead, she took out her frustrations on the apple and hungrily devoured it. The poor apple never stood a chance, and within a minute Eirwen had already tossed the core of it out of the wagon and onto the ground. After she was done, she turned to Tamia. Eirwen appeared much calmer, her scowl replaced with a look of obvious disapproval. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" Her voice was surprisingly calm and even now, though her anger was obvious. Perhaps she was simply taking out what frustrations were left on the cat. Without warning, she reached for the Cat's collar, and pulled the kitten close, her face mere inches from hers. "Laughing at ME? Perhaps you'd like it better if I sent you back home?" She released the collar from her grasp, and gave the cat a few moments to catch her breath and process her words. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" At the end of that sentence, Eirwen did what she did to show displeasure to all of her slaves. She delivered a hard smack to the back of the cats head. It wasn't enough to actually harm the cat, but it was definitely enough to get her attention and possibly listen better. After that, Eirwen fell silent, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her chest. Anger was so tiring... After a few more seconds of silence passed, Eirwen sighed before speaking again, her voice losing much of the anger it had, instead, replaced by a tired sounding voice. It seemed that little outburst had tired her out more than she intended. "...Sit." She said, pointing to the spot next to her. "We should discuss some ground rules, Tamia. It is my fault for not doing so before we left, but I was too tired, and retraining slaves is tiring. Rule number one. You. are. mine. You are not to attend anyone else, or let anyone else touch you in any fashion, but me. And if they do, you are free to break their hands or tell me so I can deal with them. Understand?" As she spoke, she took an apple from the cart...and offered it to Tamia. A bit of an apology, maybe, or maybe just something to placate her slave and make her feel better. Either way, Eirwen didn't show much emotion behind it. At this rate, the apples might just not make it through the night.</s>	<\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." Katherine continued her clever remarks, but Tamia didn't pay them any attention. An apple was placed into her hands by a strange doll, and for a moment the slave stared at it in place of the floorboards but didn't take a bite. A cool wind blew past the group, the thinly clothed cat shivering slightly in response. The slave had messed up. Mistress was angry. There were stories about what occurred when anger filled the heart of a member of her master's household. Those rumors were terrifying. A disobedient slave would be where that anger was going to be directed. As if to confirm her fears, the red fruit was soon stolen straight from her hands by her owner, and the sound of ravenous biting tearing through the fruit with astonishing speed as if a starving lion had come across it's prey went through her ears. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" A calm voice spoke, issuing a surprisingly soft lecture given the infraction. The slave's green eyes looked up for a second at the face of her mistress. A look of disapproval was coming from her eyebrows, and it took a second for Tamia to realize that those words weren't calm and without anger. Rather, they were lifeless words like the hail of a blizzard. Suddenly the slave's collar was grabbed and the air left her lungs, breathing difficult as the mark of her servitude choked her fragile neck, only allowing the shallowest of breaths to pass through. Only a few inches away from the visage of her infuriated visage, the kitten's terror spread from her eyes to the rest of her face. The cat's arms remained limp. A lifetime of servitude had taught her not to resist, and the horror that was the anger of her mistress would have made even the most free spirit freeze in fright. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" The collar was released, Tamia naturally taking a few desperate breaths in response to refill her emptied lungs. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" Tamia felt pain flood her skull as it was sent forward with a punishing slap to the back of her head, and that in combination with the harsh realization that her mistress was more than willing to dispose of her for a convenience sent a few drops of water falling from her eyes. The slave waited obediently for the next hit, but a lecture followed instead. The slave known as Tamia was Eirwen Soyala's property. The slave known as Tamia was only to attend her owner. The slave known as Tamia was not to allow the touch of another, and inform her mistress if they did. A few more tears fell from her eyes as she noticed Eirwen offering her property an apple, to which Tamia grabbed cautiously with both hands.. One did not reject the gifts of their owners ... ... but her mistress' emotionless gaze gave no indication of her feelings. Tamia took a nervous bite from the fruit, pulling her exposed legs to her chest and wrapping her tail around them as if to lock them in place. The cat was curled into a small ball, nibbling away at a fruit she was too scared to reject but had no appetite to eat. "Yes Mistress. This slave is grateful for owner's discipline, and only wishes to become properly obedient. Miss Eirwen's property apologizes for ignorance and seeks to know if owner has any other rules or if there is a way for to make up that failure to mistress." From another, these words could sound sarcastic or not genuine. From the lips of Tamia though, they sounded utterly genuine even though they were inspired by fear. Beatings were bad, and death was worse. Although the kitten tried to hold them back, tears continued to fall from the cat's two green orbs as Tamia's face fell against her upright legs, the half eaten apple held by two hands in her lap. The kitten was shivering slightly although it was not cold outside.</s>
<\|description\|>Eirwen Soyala Yawn~ "I don't know you. Go away." "...unless you're blind, use your goddamn eyes." Gender: Female "Nineteen. Didn't I just say go away?" Age: 19 Yawn~ Species: Mostly Human. "...if you're eyeing me because you want a date...the sun has a better chance of blowing up." Appearance: Standing at a fairly average five foot six, Eirwen isn't all that physically impressive. Though, that's not peoples first impression when they see her. If anything, it'd be her rather long hair, and its unnatural coloring. White on one side, and black on the other, unevenly split down the middle which would probably annoy the hell out of an OCD person. The next, would be her ice blue eyes and her almost ghostly pale complexion. After that, they would probably notice the perpetual scowl and dark bags under her eyes, suggesting the girl gets little sleep for whatever reason. She does, in fact, suffer from chronic insomnia, which may play a part in her perpetual bad mood. There have been attempts to try and fix this, but it seems magic and even drugs aren't much of a cure for it. Additionally, if one were to touch her hair, they'd find it'd feel oddly...soft. Almost fur-like in quality. "Let me make myself clearer: I hate people like you, so take a hint, Yawn~ and get lost" Personality: In a few short words? Grumpy, easily annoyed, and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. Greedy, and a glutton as well, and as cold as the ice she wields, some might say, as stereotypical that might be. Not her fault, really. On average she only gets about two hours of sleep every twenty four hours, at least that's her excuse. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people, and any time someone does she will simply stare at them blankly before promptly telling them to get lost in the rudest manner she can possibly muster. One thing to note, is that Eirwen likes money, and definitely loves making a quick buck and using whatever means she possibly can to get the most money she can out of a deal. This isn't so obvious when she's tired, since she won't go out of her way to do such things...but well, on the off chance you can find her when she's not suffering from two hours of sleep... Eirwen, when she has enough rest is usually much more active and less apathetic towards events. In fact, she's somewhat loud and rather...overbearing. Often times a confident, somewhat arrogant smirk is displayed on her features. She's still a bit of a sarcastic grump, but she's much less...dark about it. She can't stand warm weather, loves the quiet and doesn't like loud noises. Bio: Eirwen's story would begin with her family. The legend in her household states that at sometime in the past, they traveled from a land far to the north that was overcome with an endless winter and were fleeing from some terrible beast. The legends states one of her ancestors didn't make it, and the other was forced to bear the children of the beast, and sometime later gave birth to twins - the first of the Soyala's. Of course, that's all ancient history and whether it's true or not is lost to the annals of history. Today, the Soyala's are respected nobles and well known mages. Quite a few in history have held positions on the council, though this generation of them do not seem to keen on helping with Politics. She's had a rather spoiled and pampered life. The Soyala's are a rather...extravagant Noble house, after all. Most of them have a propensity for the finer things in life, and will do quite a lot to get it. That said, they are also quite hard works and go after what they want with an almost unstoppable force. Eirwen is no different, if she finds something she does in fact, want. Eirwen had an easy life of pampering growing up. She had it easy. Money from her fathers business, reasonably intelligent and fairly skilled at magic. She was given most things she wanted, though one thing constantly haunted the girl - her almost incurable seeming insomnia. Neither magic nor alchemy seemed to be able to cure it, and though it didn't seem to be fatal or hazardous as long as the girl didn't overexert herself often, it was still more than a little annoyance, but she dealt with it and attended classes at the academy regardless, secretly hoping for a way to cure it somewhere, though her efforts proved more or less in vain. Then, she heard about this expedition from her parents and the promised rewards of fame, fortune, and power. Perhaps even power to make her and her family the ruling people of Themis. The whole family - her father, mother, older brother and sister, and her were all in agreement. She'd go and retrieve this artifact, and help bring it back. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Air Manipulation - Eirwen is versed in two different forms of magic. First, is the ability to manipulate the winds and air currents. She is fairly skilled at using this ability of hers, though it's not her main method of fighting. More or less, you'll get blasted with a strong gust of wind. Cryomancy - This, this is her most skilled art in regards to magic. She is able to form ice almost out of nothing, and effectively use it as a weapon. While she's not skilled at using it at close range, she is definitely adept at using it to freeze the very soul out of her enemies and opponents. Inhuman Ancestry: Eirwen's family is descended from beasts that live far to the wilderness in the north. At least, her families legends state as such. Most of the time, this isn't really that evident in their every day lives. However...on rare occasions, a child is born with...something else. Eirwen is one of those unlucky few to be blessed with that something. You've heard legends of werewolves, right? Well...this is much, much, worse.</s> <\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." The beast girl heard a small series of footsteps moving nearby, but the slave continued her gaze towards the ground. A hand in her hair made her 'jump' slightly for a moment in surprise, but a satisfied purr left the girls lips soon afterwards. For the short time the hand remained on her head, Megstamia's concern, confusion, and pain disappeared into nothing as a sudden warmth filled her body. The wheat colored ears twitched happily as the kitten pressed her head back into the woman's hand, tail instinctively going behind the stranger and pulling them closer. It wasn't that she forgot what had occurred, but that it didn't matter now. She felt herself suddenly trusting the stranger. "Who's a good kitty?" The kitten wasn't sure why, but she felt like the best kitty. Had she pleased someone? An extended word quietly left her lips as she tried to speak coherently but ... "Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeewwww" ... but failed. Another voice interrupted, the cold tone indicating that her mistress was not pleased with what was occurring. Hearing her new mistress speak like that made the cat girl jump slightly as she pulled away from the new woman, yellow eyes viewing her curiously. A slender robed woman, with strangely colored hair. A ring dotted each finger, the cat finding herself questioning the occupation of this woman. A mage perhaps? But the kitten realized that there were more important matters to attend to than the curiosity of a stranger. The kitten obediently walked towards the wagon to within arm's reach of her mistress, ears and tail returning to their previous position as she waited to be punished. The beatings tended to be more lenient if one approached before being asked to. An apology left her lips nervously. "Mistress ... your property apologizes for allowing this ... Please be merciful in your ... just punishments to this creature." The beast's eyes watered as she prepared to be hit, looking towards the floor of the wagon, downwards but not away from her mistress.. Having nearly no experience with this woman, she didn't know if a plea for mercy made her more kind or cruel ... ... after the previous day the kitten wasn't sure if she was becoming more tolerant of punishment or approaching the breaking point. Some of the other slaves had simply snapped after a certain point, eyes emptily wondering the house as they obeyed orders seemingly without thought.</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall This girl was likely royalty or something of the like, slave this, slave that. These people were always bores when they spouted off that nonsense. If a cat, or person with the qualities of a cat are so obviously enjoying the attention given to them. . . Wouldn't the owner typically be there with a face of content watching as the cute thing looks happy? Obviously, this girl needed to know her place. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might recieve later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." She couldn't help but scoff in the girl's direction. She was going to end it there, but she could think of one more thing. "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." A slight smirk crossed the woman's face. Admittedly the girl wasn't horrible looking, but her sleepy look was not the most enthralling aspect she could have. If she could at least chip this girl's emotional armor that would be enough for Katherine.</s>	<\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala Eirwen seemed entirely unfazed by what most would probably consider cute. The girl simply gave a silent yawn as the kitten mewed and walked over. It was probably difficult to tell what she was thinking, aside from being obviously tired. "Mistress ... your property apologizes for allowing this ... Please be merciful in your ... just punishments to this creature." She had no intentions of 'punishing' Tamia. That would require energy she didn't have at the moment, not to mention she hadn't done anything much that wrong. If anything, she was going to tell this woman that she shouldn't touch others property so carelessly. Not everyone would be as merciful as she would be. Her mom, for example, would have already given this woman an up close and personal lesson of what 'hypothermia' was. She would have to talk with Tamia about what she could and couldn't do though. The only one that would be allowed to tell her to do anything, or do anything to the cat, was her. "Sit." Eirwen said, pointing to a spot next to her on the wagon as the woman began speaking. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might receive later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." Hmph. Like this woman had a right to tell her what to do. If she wanted to freeze the woman into a chunk of ice, she'd do it. Still, she didn't feel much anything other than a small bubble of annoyance. This woman was beneath her, after all, and she had no reason to get worked up. Too much energy she didn't have didn't need to be wasted on her. "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." ....what? Strip? in front of...out here? In the middle of...why would...she... The mostly apathetic girls face turned a shade of bright red, easily visible on her pale skin as her imagination went places that it probably shouldn't. That small bubble of annoyance soon turned to a cold anger and no small amount of embarrassment. "I-i would never do something so i-indecent!" She shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. "I-if anything you s-stripping would blind everyone from how hideous you are!" Eirwen stuttered out. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Arguing that she wouldn't be stripping in front of people. What sort of sane person even suggested something like that to begin with? No one, that's who.</s>
<\|description\|>Eirwen Soyala Yawn~ "I don't know you. Go away." "...unless you're blind, use your goddamn eyes." Gender: Female "Nineteen. Didn't I just say go away?" Age: 19 Yawn~ Species: Mostly Human. "...if you're eyeing me because you want a date...the sun has a better chance of blowing up." Appearance: Standing at a fairly average five foot six, Eirwen isn't all that physically impressive. Though, that's not peoples first impression when they see her. If anything, it'd be her rather long hair, and its unnatural coloring. White on one side, and black on the other, unevenly split down the middle which would probably annoy the hell out of an OCD person. The next, would be her ice blue eyes and her almost ghostly pale complexion. After that, they would probably notice the perpetual scowl and dark bags under her eyes, suggesting the girl gets little sleep for whatever reason. She does, in fact, suffer from chronic insomnia, which may play a part in her perpetual bad mood. There have been attempts to try and fix this, but it seems magic and even drugs aren't much of a cure for it. Additionally, if one were to touch her hair, they'd find it'd feel oddly...soft. Almost fur-like in quality. "Let me make myself clearer: I hate people like you, so take a hint, Yawn~ and get lost" Personality: In a few short words? Grumpy, easily annoyed, and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. Greedy, and a glutton as well, and as cold as the ice she wields, some might say, as stereotypical that might be. Not her fault, really. On average she only gets about two hours of sleep every twenty four hours, at least that's her excuse. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people, and any time someone does she will simply stare at them blankly before promptly telling them to get lost in the rudest manner she can possibly muster. One thing to note, is that Eirwen likes money, and definitely loves making a quick buck and using whatever means she possibly can to get the most money she can out of a deal. This isn't so obvious when she's tired, since she won't go out of her way to do such things...but well, on the off chance you can find her when she's not suffering from two hours of sleep... Eirwen, when she has enough rest is usually much more active and less apathetic towards events. In fact, she's somewhat loud and rather...overbearing. Often times a confident, somewhat arrogant smirk is displayed on her features. She's still a bit of a sarcastic grump, but she's much less...dark about it. She can't stand warm weather, loves the quiet and doesn't like loud noises. Bio: Eirwen's story would begin with her family. The legend in her household states that at sometime in the past, they traveled from a land far to the north that was overcome with an endless winter and were fleeing from some terrible beast. The legends states one of her ancestors didn't make it, and the other was forced to bear the children of the beast, and sometime later gave birth to twins - the first of the Soyala's. Of course, that's all ancient history and whether it's true or not is lost to the annals of history. Today, the Soyala's are respected nobles and well known mages. Quite a few in history have held positions on the council, though this generation of them do not seem to keen on helping with Politics. She's had a rather spoiled and pampered life. The Soyala's are a rather...extravagant Noble house, after all. Most of them have a propensity for the finer things in life, and will do quite a lot to get it. That said, they are also quite hard works and go after what they want with an almost unstoppable force. Eirwen is no different, if she finds something she does in fact, want. Eirwen had an easy life of pampering growing up. She had it easy. Money from her fathers business, reasonably intelligent and fairly skilled at magic. She was given most things she wanted, though one thing constantly haunted the girl - her almost incurable seeming insomnia. Neither magic nor alchemy seemed to be able to cure it, and though it didn't seem to be fatal or hazardous as long as the girl didn't overexert herself often, it was still more than a little annoyance, but she dealt with it and attended classes at the academy regardless, secretly hoping for a way to cure it somewhere, though her efforts proved more or less in vain. Then, she heard about this expedition from her parents and the promised rewards of fame, fortune, and power. Perhaps even power to make her and her family the ruling people of Themis. The whole family - her father, mother, older brother and sister, and her were all in agreement. She'd go and retrieve this artifact, and help bring it back. Abilities/Skills/Magic: Air Manipulation - Eirwen is versed in two different forms of magic. First, is the ability to manipulate the winds and air currents. She is fairly skilled at using this ability of hers, though it's not her main method of fighting. More or less, you'll get blasted with a strong gust of wind. Cryomancy - This, this is her most skilled art in regards to magic. She is able to form ice almost out of nothing, and effectively use it as a weapon. While she's not skilled at using it at close range, she is definitely adept at using it to freeze the very soul out of her enemies and opponents. Inhuman Ancestry: Eirwen's family is descended from beasts that live far to the wilderness in the north. At least, her families legends state as such. Most of the time, this isn't really that evident in their every day lives. However...on rare occasions, a child is born with...something else. Eirwen is one of those unlucky few to be blessed with that something. You've heard legends of werewolves, right? Well...this is much, much, worse.</s> <\|message\|>When asked for identification from a noble, the slave turns around and submissively looks towards the ground. "This is property of House Soyala ..." A hand lifts up a gemstone attached to the collar as proof of her owners. She nervously speaks after a few seconds, wondering what they want. "... My gracious owners call me Tamia when this slave has behaved in a manner deserving of a name." "Sit." Tamia looked up from the wagon's floor, seeing that mistress was pointing to an empty spot to her right. After blinking a few times in surprise at the generous offer, the servant obediently hopped into it, lowering herself into a comfortable position with her tail lazily hanging off the side of her cart, her legs relieving themselves of the constant pressure of the march. She heard a few hooves speed up to their cart, something about the anger of beasts, but something FAR more interesting occurred. "Well, I would suggest you not "do something everyone here would regret" as it would ruin whatever help you might receive later. Besides, you should be proud about "owning" such a cute little pet." Tamia's ears perked up slightly at the compliment, but otherwise the cat didn't think anything about it. The cat was the property of Eirwen, but it wasn't her place to comment. The Knights in the back had arrived to the left of the cart, the senior one and the blacksmith enjoying a pleasant conversation ... "Oh, and when you say "do something everyone here will regret. . ." well, just by looking you over, the only thing I could think of that would fit the bill would be if you were to strip here. In front of everyone." Megstamia smiled at the ridiculous comment and looked to her left to see how her mistress would respond, holding anything in resembling laughter by pressing both hands against her mouth. Her owner had started to turn the color of an apple, which forced Tamia to hold back her laughter more fiercely. "I-i would never do something so i-indecent! I-if anything you s-stripping would blind everyone from how hideous you are!" The noblewoman shouted out two awkward sentences, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. It was the sort of immature reply that only a self-confident young noble girl could manage, and it was quite the sight to see the icy cold woman suddenly turn the color of fire. The kitten couldn't resist it any longer. The seventeen year old's lips forced a second of laughter out before she panicked enough for it to stop. Feline green eyes going wide with terror as she looked upwards at her mistress and then down towards the floorboards of the cart, ears instantly flattening on her head as she waited for her owner to respond ...</s> <\|message\|>Katherine Lindall Katherine could only laugh. . . Aloud. Hell, this woman's pet was even laughing at her and now this girl was going to attempt to ridicule her? Hah! She was ten years too early if she thought she could infuriate Katherine that way! The puppeteer had spent years under the tutelage of a sly woman that said many things to various people. If she hadn't picked up much, then her years of study under said woman would have been worthless. Unless you were clearly in the wrong, there was always a comeback. "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl." This exhausted one was obviously younger, so Katherine found no fault calling her a girl. Especially with how naive she seemed. "I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself." This girl wasn't going to phase her verbally. Not at the rate she was going. Oddly vicious as nobles get, they tended to be innocent in their upbringing as well. This one specifically. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall." Katherine was practically thinking, Etch into your mind, the woman that made a fool of you. Now she wanted to add a last blow. "If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." This girl would likely not agree to it, fine by Katherine and if she did, fine by Katherine as well. In the background, by Tamia and inside the cart two cute little dolls worked together to reach the top of a barrel to reach for two apples. Katherine had only given them the order for one, but the dolls felt like their master would enjoy them giving one to the cat she seemed to adore at the moment. After they finished their challenge, one dropped off the cart and made its way over to Katherine with an apple in hand and the other placed an apple in the cats hand. There were many dolls scattered throughout the caravan with the temporary orders to help others out if they needed it and they were more than happy to help.</s>	<\|message\|>Eirwen Soyala Laughter. There was laughter...from both this woman and her pet. How utterly humiliating. How utterly infuriating. She could handle this unknown woman laughing at her. After all, she was beneath her. But her pet? Tamia? One who should be loyal to her? Toys that were broken...were thrown out. Toys that didn't please their owner? Trashed. Toys that hurt or injured their owner? disciplined. Even if the cat hadn't done anything too wrong at the moment, since she had yet to lay down any ground rules, this woman.... "If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree. Though not with what you might be referencing, girl. I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself. Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine. Katherine Lindall. If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later." Embarrassment only stalled the Soyala girl for so long. Now, there was nothing but a smoldering anger. She barely heard that last little quip, as her face distorted into a scowl, eyes glaring at this Katherine Lindall as her teeth ground together. Her hand gripped the edge of the wagon hard enough for her fingernails to scratch it. A cold wind blew past the group, and judging from the way Eirwen looked, she was visibly restraining herself from doing something. A low growl echoed from her throat. Her blood boiled. Anger, hate, and hunger filled her thoughts. She wanted to teach this whelp a lesson that she wasn't to be disobeyed, but from the looks of things that would be a bad idea. "No...no...this isn't good...calm down...need a distraction." Tamia should provide an ample distraction. She still needed to go over the rules, here, after all. Some nice, calm, quiet talking would do her some good. Maybe munch on another...apple... ...did that woman just give Tamia and apple when she wasn't looking? Or rather...those things did? ... Eirwen turned her back to Katherine. "Leave." she commanded. Any further attempts by the woman to speak would be met with nothing bu cold silence. Instead, Eirwen turned and swiped the apple from the cats hand before the cat could even do anything. She retook her seat next to her slave, still trying to banish those less than morally correct thoughts from her head. There was a time and place for everything, and losing her cool here wasn't going to be a good idea. So, instead, she took out her frustrations on the apple and hungrily devoured it. The poor apple never stood a chance, and within a minute Eirwen had already tossed the core of it out of the wagon and onto the ground. After she was done, she turned to Tamia. Eirwen appeared much calmer, her scowl replaced with a look of obvious disapproval. "And just what do you think YOU were doing, laughing at ME?" Her voice was surprisingly calm and even now, though her anger was obvious. Perhaps she was simply taking out what frustrations were left on the cat. Without warning, she reached for the Cat's collar, and pulled the kitten close, her face mere inches from hers. "Laughing at ME? Perhaps you'd like it better if I sent you back home?" She released the collar from her grasp, and gave the cat a few moments to catch her breath and process her words. "Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?" At the end of that sentence, Eirwen did what she did to show displeasure to all of her slaves. She delivered a hard smack to the back of the cats head. It wasn't enough to actually harm the cat, but it was definitely enough to get her attention and possibly listen better. After that, Eirwen fell silent, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her chest. Anger was so tiring... After a few more seconds of silence passed, Eirwen sighed before speaking again, her voice losing much of the anger it had, instead, replaced by a tired sounding voice. It seemed that little outburst had tired her out more than she intended. "...Sit." She said, pointing to the spot next to her. "We should discuss some ground rules, Tamia. It is my fault for not doing so before we left, but I was too tired, and retraining slaves is tiring. Rule number one. You. are. mine. You are not to attend anyone else, or let anyone else touch you in any fashion, but me. And if they do, you are free to break their hands or tell me so I can deal with them. Understand?" As she spoke, she took an apple from the cart...and offered it to Tamia. A bit of an apology, maybe, or maybe just something to placate her slave and make her feel better. Either way, Eirwen didn't show much emotion behind it. At this rate, the apples might just not make it through the night.</s>
<\|description\|>Redre Falaryon Race: Dunmer (+10 Speed, -10 Personality(they're a bunch of loners), and -10 Willpower. Athletics +5, Blade +10, Blunt +5, Destruction +10, Light Armor +5, Marksman +5, and Mysticism +5. Ancestor's Wrath which summons an ancestral wraith to fight alongside the summoner, and 50% fire resistance(it cancels out all fire weaknesses, including the one from The Lord birthsign, and the one from becoming a Vampire)) Birthsign: The Lord (Since my character is from Oblivion, that means he has minor regeneration but his resistance to fire is dropped by 25%) Class: Spellsword Specialties: One handed weapons, Destruction Magic, Conjuration Magic(Specifically bound weapons) Equipment: Umbra, Mace of Doom, Imperial Dragon Armor, a bunch of other stuff he keeps in a bag that has a Bottomless enchantment on it. Appearance: Like all dark elves he has grey skin, dark eyes and dark hair. His face is cleanly shaven, and his hair is tied back, though it goes down to his mid-back. He is wearing the Imperial Dragon Armor, has the sword known as Umbra sheathed at his hip, and, despite the armor making him appear muscular and kind of bulky, he's actually quite thin, though his body is very toned, and he stands at an even 6 feet tall.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Her ears twitched gently as the breeze caught the hairs. Her tail swishing from side to side as she walked down a dirt path, keeping her eyes peeled for anything unusual. Farengar says there are Necromancers in the area. So anything could be walking around. She was given the wonderful task of having to dive into an unknown cave and slay some naughty mages who were trying to bring dead people back. 'Why can't they just get a new hobby? Like knitting or something?' She thought as she looked up at the birds in the sky. It had been a hectic few days for Inerri recently. She almost got beheaded, saved kinda by a dragon attack, having to do errands for every Tom. Dick and harry... She just wanted to chill out and maybe go see some Thieves about a guild. But noooo... Least it was a nice sunny day, right? She stopped dead in her tracks, as she caught a scent. It smelled like a group of people. Then she saw it hiding behind some trees. The cave. She crouched and approached slowly to the entrance before checking her surroundings and heading inside. It was fairly deep. She continued to sneak her way through the entrance into what appeared to be a large opening. She heard voices chanting. She was too late, whatever they had summoned was already here! She continued to watch on, quietly getting out her bow and cocking an arrow. Maybe if she killed them it would send it back. She pulled her bow back. Hold. Aim. Fire! She caught the first one right in the back of the head. Needless to say they collapsed, which immediately drew all attention to her. She was already about to take her second shot when a blast of fire came her way, she leaped to the side and let another arrow fly. Hit one in the arm, there were four of them all together. How she was going to get out of this alive she had no idea.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon The one she'd shot in the arm, probably the master of the group considering he was taking charge, ordered the others to go deal with her, before turning back and continuing the ritual on their own. Of course, due to the fact that they were using a lot more power than normal, they were likely trying to bring something fully back to life and control it, which was even more forbidden than normal necromancy. One of the others kept firing spells at her, while the other two made their way up to where she was. Of course, they stopped when there was a scream of pain from the one continuing the ritual, and they looked to see that his hood fell down, showing the face of a High Elf, though there was a bound dagger sunk up to the hilt in his forehead, and the one they summoned was standing there, arm extended after throwing it, before it faded, and the figure turned to look at the others. The one they summoned was wearing Imperial Dragon Armor, meaning they could only be an Emperor or a Champion of Cyrodiil(there's been a few of them. XD). Due to the figure it was obviously male, though in the dim light it was hard to see his face past the little bit of opening in the helmet. A quick telekinesis spell pulled the staff that the master necromancer had been holding to his hands before he broke it, releasing the last of its magic in a quick flare of mana.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerris eyes widened as she saw a humanoid figure in the Dragon Armour. 'Shit.' Was her only thought process as she watched him kill the High Elf. Well maybe... He will help me kill these guys then I'll try and not get killed by him? Sounds like a good plan Inerri, lets not die!' She quickly pulled her bow back once more and took advantage of the distraction and got another right in the eye 'Okay, ew. No more eyes, that's gross' She quickly drew her daggers out as another advanced on her. Ducking and dodging the best she could, her fur still getting singed by the fire, she rushed at the mage and stuck one of her Steel Daggers into his neck. Her hands getting coated in the enemies blood. She pulled her dagger out of his neck and faced the last mage but he was already contending with what they had brought back from the dead. Inerri just stood and watched to see how this undead person would deal with the mage. He seemed pretty skilled, she sheathed her daggers and watched curiously, her tail swishing from curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon The mage, in a fit of panic, rushed him with a stream of lightning shooting from his hands, which was calmly brushed off as the spell was only Sparks. As soon as the mage was close enough a sword was buried up to the hilt in his throat, before it was pulled out and he fell to the ground, dead. The figure took off his helmet to reveal he was a dark elf. He merely glanced over at the Khajiit woman, before walking past her. Since all of the mages were dead and he was still here, that meant he'd been brought fully back to life.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri watched as the fancily clad man walked passed her... What the hell was she supposed to do now?! He hadn't gone after killing the mages meaning he must actually be here... Like really, actually here in this world, he had been fully brought back. This was bad. He didn't attack her though...Why? She watched as he walked away but before she could think her mouth opened and yelled at him. "Hey!" He slowly turned around and looked at her '...Crap. Inerri you are going to get yourself killed one day... Try thinking before opening your mouth.' "Who are you? Why are you still here? Why didn't you try to kill me? Do I have to kill you or something..?" She asked so many questions and the last one was meant really to be a thought not out spoken, it slipped out anyway. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, not that she could see it behind his helmet. "There's no point in trying to attack me. They were able to fully bring me back to life, but not nearly powerful enough to control me." He took off his helmet. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Redre Falaryon, Hero of Kvatch, or I guess I'm more commonly known as the Hero of the Oblivion Crisis. How long as it been since I was alive?"</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerris jaw dropped as the Dark Elf spoke of whom he was. "..." She was stuck for words. THE hero of Kvatch?! The one in all the stories and legends?! This was huge. This was...so so bad. Then she realised he was looking at her awaiting a response. "O-ooh.. Err... I'd say only 200 years or so, give or take a few years" She said stuttering a little as she was still lost for words. The Hero who is in books that was dead is now alive and kicking and talking to her! 'How does this even happen to me?!' Was her only thought process. "I-I'm Inerri gra'Baal... If you even care to know that is..." She said softly once she managed to make words with her talking tools.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre snorted. "No need to talk to me like I'm some condescending High Elf. I doubt I even have any authority anymore." He closed his eyes for a moment in thought. "Judging from the particularly cold draft coming through here I have to guess that I am either in the far northern reaches of Cyrodiil, or I am in Skyrim." He opened his eyes and looked at her, frowning slightly. "And why does the blessing granted by Talos seem weaker here?" He was curious of this. As a Divine Crusader of the Knights of the Nine, and a Primate of the Nine Divines, he could feel the blessings that all of the Divines granted him. There were actually many ranks he held. He was not only the Gray Fox, and the Listener of Cyrodiil's Dark Brotherhood, but also a Duke of Cyrodiil. Not many knew of those ranks though.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri gave him an apologetic look. "Didn't mean to offend or anything its just... You're... You an all..." She straightened herself out. 'C'mon Inerri, you were brought up with Orcs, you can do this.' Her ears twitched softly as she listened to him speak. 'Ahh. Good ol' Talos.' She pulled a face as she thought for a moment. "Well... Basically... it's illegal to worship him because of butt hurt High Elves." She said in a matter of factly tone. "People still do worship him in secret. That's about it thought." She added, her soft voice echoing in the cave they were in.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What exactly happened that High Elves were allowed to decide what we can and can't worship? Has the Empire grown so weak that they allowed a single race to decide one of the Divines isn't real?" He frowned. "What exactly happened to make worship of Talos illegal? As a Knight of the Nine I should know anything that goes on when it comes to worship of the Divines."</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri looked at the seemingly annoyed Dark Elf and sighed. She was gonna have to bring him up to speed about everything. "Well... Talos went to war against the elves at Summerset Isle and won, in a nut-shell, they were bitter over the loss and their term's in the peace treaty were basically salt in the wound of the damage they had already done. It was them basically being butt-hurt over the past." She explained as eloquently as possible. She ended her explanation with an awkward smile.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon He facepalmed hard enough you could hear the thud of his metal gauntlet hitting his face. "Great...so they basically went to war against the Empire, and when the Empire lost, part of the treaty was the banning of worship of Talos." He sighed. "Wonderful..." he said sarcastically. "So, what major events are happening at the moment in the world?" he asked, looking at her.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri stifled a snort as she watched the Dark elf smack his face. "Yeah...that and they want to undo creation to become Anuic Spirits again as they believe their being oppressed by being mortal...or something along those lines anyway." She shook her head at her own words. Thalmor were so stupid. "As for what's happening now... Dragons are back and on a killing spree once again and I'm the new Dragonborn." She ended with a small smile.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre rolled his eyes. "They've always been arrogant idiots that believe the world belongs to them..." He then sighed. "Dragons? Really? It seems like it was fated that I was brought back. And since you're the Dragonborn that can't be a coincidence. You're probably the last Dragonborn to ever be needed. If we can actually defeat Alduin rather than what I read in the Elder Scrolls where they banished him to forever wander in the rift outside of time, then there won't be a need for dragon slayers."</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal Inerri just rocked casually back and forth on her feet as she listened to the dark elf speak, her ears and tail twitching and swishing from side to side. She didn't take her role particularly too seriously as ... well she didn't want to be Dragonborn. She was quite happy being a member of the thieves guild. She didn't want this 'fame' and attention being brought to her. She much preferred to blend in with the shadows. "Mhm..." she said as she nodded once he finished his sentence. She really did not want to kill Alduin. She'd be quite happy to never have to kill or see or smell another dragon ever again. She just let out an elongated sigh.</s> <\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre sighed. "Let's just get out of here-" He stopped and shot a long spike of ice into a shadowed corner off to the side, before there was a dull thud as a body wearing necromancer robes hit the floor. "Seems that we missed one earlier." He shook his head. "Let's go, before the smell of death attracts beasts to the cave," he said.</s> <\|message\|>Inerri gra-Baal The Khajiit nodded before her ear and tail twitched as she heard a noise from behind her then all of a sudden an ice spike shooting past her made her jump a little as she wasn't expecting him to have heard them. "Agreed." she just said softly before swiftly making her way out of the cave. They were going to have to head back to Whiterun. They had a lot of explaining to do. Thankfully this Redre guy seemed capable of talking. Inerri wasn't much of a talker. Being brought up with Orcs did that.</s>	<\|message\|>Redre Falaryon Redre nodded before following her out of the cave, though he stopped right at the entrance. "Wait. I need to switch armors. Seeing someone wearing Imperial Dragon armor will cause an uproar." One spell later and he was suddenly wearing his Crusader armor, with the sword sheathed at his hip and the shield on his arm. "Okay, now we can go," he said, before stepping out of the cave.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathanaël "Nat" LeBlanc Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Nathanaël is a little on the short side for his age, only 5'5". Originally having light brown hair and green eyes, his appearance experienced various physical changes after being subjected to the experiments. His hair became a stark white, his eyes ice blue. Small fangs appeared where once were canines, and his ears were replaced by tall, fox-like ears atop his head. In addition, he has a bushy white tail where there once was none. He grew long claws on his hands and feet, that he constantly tries to trim. In addition, he gained extra vertebrae in his spine and wiry muscles, giving him superior flexibility and speed. His skin, already pale, now became incredibly resistant to the cold. Like true Arctic Foxes, he doesn't begin to shiver until -70˚ Celsius. His blue eyes also allow him to see well at night, and his powerful legs let him jump 10ft straight into the air. Animal: Arctic Fox Bio: Nathanaël was born in Paris to a loving mother and somewhat absent father. His father was the CEO of a powerful company, with investments in wine, art, hotels, and automobiles. With money, power, and fame never in short supply, Nat lived a cushioned, if not sheltered life. With no worries for his future, he was allowed to pursue his own interests and hobbies in art and music, while keeping the stellar grades his father demanded. Dreaming of being an artist, he adored his mother and idolized her, desiring to become a famous artist, rather than his father's well-groomed heir. However, there were problems at home that only became more apparent as time went on. When he was 13 his mother divorced his father, leaving Nat in his custody. His father only became more absent, leaving Nat in the hands of his tutors and managers, while restricting his mother's ability to visit. Eventually, she stopped coming altogether. Nat was pulled out of school and tutored strictly at home, and was not allowed to leave the mansion without approval or escort. Even his internet activity was monitored. Nat became completely isolated from the world. The isolation and subsequent depression became more than he could handle. At 15, a few months before his 16th birthday, Nat slit his wrists in the bathtub, losing 30% of his blood. He was only saved after a maid heard the water running, and came to see what was wrong. After recovering from his injuries, Nat was evaluated and placed in a mental facility for treatment. His father was enraged at his son's attempt at suicide, and berated him, rather than offer empathy. Eager to escape at the next chance he had, he faked his father's signature to enter the experiments, under the impression that he would be helping to test a new anti-depressant hormone treatment. This, of course, was false. Rather, he gained the partial DNA of an arctic fox, intended to increase human resistance to cold temperatures. In addition to his physical traits, Nat began to experience strange dreams and visions, hearing and seeing things that aren't there. In particular was his ability to sense and manipulate magnetic fields, sensing prey moving from unseen places. His new urges to hunt are particularly strong, and he has recently developed new tastes for meat, and an intense hatred of vegetables. He hasn't met his father since the experiment, though he doubts he doesn't know. Not only is his body changed and filled with new and conflicting instincts, but he has to deal with it completely on his own. Personality: A quiet, kind, thoughtful person, Nathanaël thankfully inherited his mother's softness over his father's cold cruelty. Soft-spoken, intelligent, and observant, Nat isn't a natural loner. He longingly seeks companionship, even if it's from less than savory characters. His attempt at ending his life and subsequent stay in the hospital is something that embarrasses him greatly, and he hides his scars and his past. He's very shy and patient, slow to anger, though he won't stand for injustice when he sees it. He's not the best at dealing with people, particularly after being isolated. He was less than thrilled at his body's changes, and finds it difficult to adapt and accept his new animal side. He clips his claws regularly, despite the fact that they grow back almost 3 times a week, and tries to hide his ears and tails under baggy clothes and hats. His native tongue is French, though he can speak English, German, and Chinese. Thanks, dad. He remains under the perpetual hope that a cure can be discovered for his condition, so that he can return to being fully human once again. Other: If you ask him what does the fox say, he will not hesitate to hit you. Also constantly battles the instinctual desire to eat every animal smaller than a cat that he sees. Has an unexplainable hatred for hounds, and is startled by loud noises.</s> <\|message\|>Myra Helto Granbous Myra glanced over at the group and read their lips to discover that they were introducing themselves to eachother. She took off her headphones and set them to rest on her shoulders before clearing her throat and speaking up, "Its nice to meet you... nice people" she said with a pause as her third eyelids flipped open and she took in the details of everyone. "I'm Myra the... falcon girl I guess, I've got big black and white wings and feathers in random places on my body." she said with with a bit of a flourish by spreading her wings behind her. It was actually a bit fun to be able to bounce around with about half or a quarter of her old weight though with the large wings on her back it threw off her balance a bit. Myra glanced up at the sky a few times and was tempted once or twice to just try and take off into the air but then thought better of it, "If I fall then what will happen to me if I hit the ground?" she asked herself anytime it came up but when she looked out over the cliff and saw the water below it gave her a little courage. "I wonder if I actually have to flap or if I can just glide".</s> <\|message\|>Vladimir "Vlad" Zhurov Vladimir wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be once he heard two new voices. The new power's really helping him out. And he appreciated how the others answered his question without a single trace of doubt. The black haired male turned his head to the others and bowed as a sign of gratitude. When he heard something about clothes being spoken, he merely smiled. He forgot that all of them were practically naked under the hospital gown and it had an open backside too. "I suppose we do need some clothes. After all, the new things that were added to us overshadowed the fact that we didn't have clothes... or at least, that's how it worked for me." He admitted before making his way towards the entrance from where they came from. His hands folded behind his back to hold together the clothing that shielded it. Julia smiled at Dae. "Why would you be jealous of me? I'd say those wings look good on you." She said with a goofy grin on her face. She may not have grown in the nicest neighbourhood but that didn't mean she lied all the time. Her eyes stared at the glimmering beauty of his wings before saying words she never thought she would hear herself say ever again, "Las mariposas son hermosas..." She actually seemed out of it before shaking her head and averting her eyes. "Er, forget I said that. Nice to meet 'ya Dae!" She quickly added before seeing Vladimir entering the building prompting her to do the same. "Time for some clothes~" She said in a singsong voice as she made her way inside. It didn't seem like she cared much about the outfit she was currently wearing. Well, she honestly didn't. For all she could care about, she could just be wearing her undergarments and she still wouldn't be embarrassed. The two would soon see another scientist and Julia took it from there. She kindly asked for a change of clothing, preferably the one they came in with. She still remembered that she wore something to this laboratory and she just changed out of it. The scientist nodded and led them to different rooms and gave them their clothing. Vladimir changed into a button up shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. Julia wore a hoodie over a white shirt, pants and rubber shoes. They walked out of their rooms and then gave each other a nod. They then went outside once more to wait for the others to change. Vladimir decided that when night time comes, he would go back inside to talk with the scientists should they not do that before his schedule. He needed to talk to them about his eyesight. Sure, detecting others were good and all but he wanted to actually see their faces instead of just sensing that they were there. Perhaps they would give him glasses or something. Julia, on the other hand, didn't know what she would do. Monkeys didn't have any super special powers besides their great balance, strength in terms of arms and legs, and enhanced grip. She then looked around, maybe she could practice climbing in much more higher places. That would be pretty cool. But she decided to wait for the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathanaël "Nat" LeBlanc Nat recovered quickly from his hypothermia, much more quickly than the doctors had expected. Within a few minutes of the room warming, the boy was back on his feet again, beginning to feel the creeping sensation of being overheated again. After giving them his consent that he was willing to continue testing, they led him into another room, this one filled with equipment. In fact, it looked like a lab and a gym had been stuck in a blender, and this room was the product. He first was asked to strip down to his underwear so he could be weighed, and he obliged, keeping his arms close to his body. Thankfully, none of the doctors seemed to pay any attention to the scars on his arms, which stuck out very noticeably on his pale skin. They didn't even seem phased by his ears and tail, and that fact comforted him. Even if it was an act, he appreciated being treated like he was normal. He was weighed, his height measured, his blood drawn and strange sticky pads were place on his body, to monitor his brain waves and stuff, he assumed. He really didn't understand any of this medical nonsense, but he'd do what he was told. He was good at following orders, at least. His father had long since crushed any natural teenage desire to rebel, and he knew he had to depend on the doctors. Following those tests, he continued on to more bizarre exploits, such as seeing how high he could jump, how well he could keep his balance, how hard could he punch, how much could he lift, how fast could he run, and for how long. How well could he hear, or see, or smell? How sharp were his claws, or how hard was his bite? The results, though he knew would be different, surprised him. His strength hadn't increased very much at all, it was a barely noticeable difference in power. That part disappointed him somewhat, knowing he wouldn't be a super strong kind of super hero, like Captain America or the Hulk. However, his speed was incredible, clocking at 35 mph. Even Usain Bolt could only reach 28 mph, and what was more, Nat could keep his speed up longer. He was able to maintain his 35 mph for over 5 minutes before he started to tire, 5 minutes which seemed like an eternity to him. By the end of it his muscles were burning and screaming for relief, and he was glad to be able to rest. As for the results of other tests, he didn't understand most of it, but from what he gathered, his sight was better, his hearing had greatly improved, he was incredibly nimble, and he could jump 10 ft into the air. Which explained why he had left an indentation on the ceiling of his room. Once he was done with his tests, he was allowed to shower again, to clean himself of sweat and cool himself off, before changing back into his sterile white clothes. This time, however, instead of slippers, he was provided socks and balanced boots. He was grateful to be able to cover his clawed feet. If only he had some gloves now, to erase any evidence of clawed hands. He followed Quincy out of the lab room, wondering if there were any more tests for him to do. He wanted to be of use, to help find a cure for his condition. And so, he was quite surprised when Quincy instead led him into a cafeteria with a buffet table of food laid out, gesturing him to sit at any one of the empty seats. "It's best that you have some breakfast. We need time to analyze the results from our testing, and to develop further tests. We have provided a wide array of nutritious foods, for you and the other subjects, and I hope that you will remain on the premises, should we need you. Here, take this. It's a pager, and it has a tracking device in it. If you need help or feel ill, press the button on it, and a doctor will be there as soon as possible." he told him, handing the boy a small pager. Nat nodded obediently, before walking over to the buffet table and picking up a plate. Despite the growling in his stomach, he was very careful about what he chose, letting his newly developed sense of smell guide him. He knew he should have taken fruits or vegetables, but when he smelled them, they made his stomach turn and twist. Meat, on the other hand, savory, salty, juicy. He craved it, and stacked his plate high with it. Bacon, ham, sausage, eggs, all kinds of meats. Starches he felt were good as well, and he put two pancakes on his plate, coated with butter. The sweet scent of syrup or honey made him feel nauseous, and he picked a glass of water over juice or coffee, before finding a table in the corner of the empty cafeteria, and starting to eat.</s>
<\|description\|>???; "The Knight" Age: Mid-twenties Gender: Male Race: Hylian Appearance: The Knight(The drawing is my own, please do not steal) once wore bright armor and a tabard bearing the colors and sigil of the Royal Family. There were once a mantle and cape to gracefully done his shoulders, and once a half skirt to make his movements appear smooth and flowing and give an air of regality. Once, he bore a youthful exuberance and a disciplined posture. Now his armor has been blackened and twisted, cruel spikes rising from the metal on his arms and helm. The cape, mantle, and skirt have been ripped asunder, mail has cracked. Though the plate steel still holds a dull luster, and though the crest of Hyrule is still engraved upon his cuirass, none could ever think this bestial knight, whose gauntlets have turned to claws and who moves with a feral crouch where once he stood proud, to be anything but a monster. The red, unnatural glow from beneath his visor has lost its dignity, and become an ever growing furnace of rage. Personality: The Knight is ruled by two things: Rage, and the Code of Chivalry. Which one rules at any one moment is a hazardous guess at best. Devoted to the destruction of Ganon and anything that stems from him, the knight will howl, snarl, and single-mindedly destroy until he reaches his goals. He still knows the meaning of retreat, though it must always be from necessity, never from fear. He lacks true tactical ability, but has a predator's instinct and cunning. Still, he would much rather openly challenge the forces of evil and bathe in their blood than he would slink like a wolf through the shadows. Outside of battle, the Knight often seems a blank canvas. He is still, almost tranquil, though he shivers as if in anticipation...or as if he can barely contain himself. Yet he seems to bring no harm to those he recognizes as allies...still, much like any wild animal, his actions are uncertain and often his purpose cannot be grasped by the rational mind. Background: Once the Knight was a man born to low nobility, to a line of proud--if not wealthy--warriors. Yet in training he showed both aptitude and zeal, and in time surpassed expectation and potential. A loyal and faithful servant of the crown, he won glory in the tournaments and fame on the field. Yet all of that, save one last moment, has been forgotten. All of his former life now lies shrouded in shadows, and only the final memory before his transformation remains. The Battle of Castle Town--the final stepping stone towards Ganondorf's ascent to godhood. The forest boy, in whom the Princess saw a Hero, entered the Temple of Time with three Sacred Treasures. He had accomplished great feats to attain them, and even if he were not the child of destiny already the land was beginning to sing his praises. Perhaps, had things played out differently, he too would have attained knighthood, and they would have fought as allies. Alas; the seal holding the Master Sword was undone. The child had proved his worth, and drawn the ancient blade. He became master of Evil's Bane, yet he was only a boy. And so he was whisked away by magics to a place unknown, and protected. The way to the Golden Realm now lay opened, and its golden, radiant light shone through a portal into a pristine realm. Into that light, Ganondorf took his last steps as a mortal man. With the Gerudo King's treachery revealed, the Knights of Hyrule were assembled. But Ganondorf's followers were ready to meet them, and the city became a battleground. Though their princess had been seen safely away, Ganondorf had already begun to slay the soldiers as they sought to slow his pursuit. One of the Knight's friends died in a back alley, the last to see the boy in green before he took those fateful steps into the Temple of Time. In the battle that followed, where the knights set out to defend Castle Town as Ganondorf lay seige to it in order to follow the Hero into the Sacred Realm, the dark lord left fire and blood in his wake. He ascended the steps and entered the portal. The Knight followed. He bled from a dozen wounds, and both sword and shield had shattered. Yet with trembling legs he climbed the stairs, his life's blood dying the velvet carpet a deeper shade. It was too late. From the realm of light, now only shadows poured forth. But Ganondorf still lay beyond. He could not rest until he had destroyed that foul creature. On his honor, on his pride, for the good of the realm, for the sake of the princess...even for the hope of the boy in green. The Knight stepped into the darkness. Though he had always been a good and just man, in his heart lay the seeds of darkness. This was nothing, in and of itself--such a thing exists in all who tread the mortal coil. It does not define them. Yet those seeds had become coals in a white hot, seething fire called hatred. He hated Ganondorf. He hated the monsters whom had come to the dark one's aid. He hated his own weakness. The Dark World--the former Sacred Realm twisted by Ganondorf, now Ganon, and his influence--seized upon that hatred, that curling tendril of darkness inside him, and pulled it out. His body was torn asunder, then sewn back together. He was twisted, and blackened by the flames of his own fury. Split between his knighthood and beasthood, his new form drove him mad. Still he would not give in; still he desired to find the King of Darkness, and destroy him. For seven years, he treaded the shadows. For seven years, he fought among a landscape of tangled trees with gnarled faces, upon fallow, cursed soil. He fought with all manner of monsters, who had once been men. He overcame trials and challenges. Yet always, always in the darkness, always in the shadows, groping and crawling and clawing his way forward. Until he found the light. How had it come to him? How had it passed through this place, uncorrupted? He could not know, or even wonder. All he could do was reach for the light, grasp it, and feel Courage flow into him. It brought with it the scent of the forest, just like the child in green...but also blood, and the unmistakable pang of parting with a dear and treasured friend. The Knight rose yet again, and with Courage lighting his way, he began to fight his way back along the paths hidden in the shadows... Skills:* Knight's Training: The Knight is highly efficient in all the standard training regiments of Hyrule's Royal Army. This includes certain special skills such as the Ending Blow. * Weapon Skills: In addition to the standard martial arms trained by the Knights of Hyrule, in his previous life the Knight also practiced with less common weapons such as axes and flails. * Proficient in Armor: The Knight has been trained to run, fight, and even mount a horse while in armor, and his gear is specific to his measurements. It doesn't impede his movement nearly as much as it might another. Magic: None Yet Gear:* Plate Armor: Like all true knights, this armor was made specifically to the wearer's measurements and preferences, and despite the myths of "clunky and slow" armor it has as much range of motion as the body inside it. It weighs roughly 25 kilograms, and consists of various plate pieces over thick underclothes, with some chainmail covering the most exposed places. The fittings are of supple leather and adjustable buckles, while other leather bits in the joints are of thicker stuff that can still absorb blows and hold back blades. Weaknesses:* Madness - The Knight, though he is still guided by what little memories of his former life and his strong spirit that remains, is indeed truly berserk. His behavior, even among allies, is highly unpredictable and he cannot be counted on as anything more than a body on the battlefield. * Inability to Speak - The Knight's mind is so fractured that he cannot form coherent communication, and he must rely on body language and gestures. * Obsession - The Knight will take any opportunity that presents itself to attack Ganon or his forces, regardless of strategic significance. He will only retreat under the threat of death, and even then only to give his wounds the minimal treatment before charging back into the fray. * Cannot Swim - The Knight seems unable to completely remove his armor, and thus sinks like a stone in water.</s> <\|message\|>Sigurd Sigurd Oasis Resistance "Oasis... A word that refers to a place of hospitable nature in the middle of a desolate and oppressive desert, in this case, it refers not just to this being an oasis in a desert, but an oasis to what this land has become...", already in the early hours of the morning he was up. Recently he took residence in the resistance headquarters, since he helped out so often they offered him a place there, plus his main goal was to find out the meaning of this golden speck, a piece of the triforce as he had found out. "No matter how many times I define oasis to myself it doesn't change that I need to make some safe passage... The answer is out there, but too far away to safely travel", with a sigh he closed his journal and tucked it into his desk. He donned his pauldrons, hooded cape and helm, and grabbed his colossal blade and stepped out of his quaint little stone room. As he stepped down to the entrance, he saw Etzo at the front. There was a mention of a potions problem, but he gathered enough that it wasn't a problem... Yet. He recognized this man Etzo, an alchemist of sorts. Making an effort to get to know this man on a personal level was as he gathered a difficult task, but the man often had need of someone who wasn't bound by the duty of patrols all the time. "If you need a little extra, I could attempt to gather some the next time I go on the field", he offered as he stepped in. Though shortly after that, another figure arrived, there was no mistaking that this was a Deku. In moments she pulled out a golden speck. Visibly, the guard on duty was astounded, but Sigurd himself did not expect to see another piece like this. He stormed right over to her, "W-Where. Where did you get that?! How do you have one too!?"</s> <\|message\|>Dia Dia There's no getting around it... Dia is lost. She's been past the same cactus three times now, and every time she thinks she's found a landmark, the desert ghosts and sand creatures kick up dust amd spin her around. At least it's still cool. When the sun gets too strong, it takes all Dia's strength not to pass out. But then... In the distance... A horn? Yes, there it is again! Dia rushes towards the sound. From atop a dune, Dia finds the source of the sound. The forces of evil, attacking a caravan. The odds aren't good, but it only takes the zora a moment to decide what to do. A ball of elcticity strikes a moblin in the back, stunning the creature and dropping it to it's knees. Two more follow, stunning another moblin, and crackling off the armour of the lizafos. Dia stands proud atop the dune, lightning crackling in one hand, pointing at the commander with the other, calling him out to fight. If she can win a one-on-one, it should demoralise the other beasts, and give the caravan time to flee.</s>	<\|message\|>???; "The Knight" Castle Town The Temple of Time Inside the Dark World --- The Temple of Time. Once a holy place of worship to the goddesses, a place that held the most magnificent treasure of the realm and protected the gate to the Sacred Land. But now, by the very hands of the Hero that should have saved it, that gateway had been opened and allowed a king of thieves to steal away the very lifeblood of Hyrule. Now the Temple was a nest of darkness, a place where the denizens of the Dark World were birthed forth from the portal to join Ganon's armies. The Knight stepped through that same doorway, back into the world of light that had been thrown into a shadow nearly as black as that of the land he just left. But Courage pulsed in his hand, brighter than ever. He felt its pull and followed it with trodding steps, his back hunched as if under an incredible burden. His arms hung loosely at his sides, giving his gait a predatory slink. The light, from windows high above, had a reddened, malicious tint to it, and the sheen of his blackened armor gave him a demonic aura under those crimson rays. As he neared the entrance to the temple, two figures came into view. Their flesh, rotting and riddled with poisoned veins, was stretched tight--too tight, so tight that in places it tore--across their skeletons, which were twisted as if in agony. Their faces, too, were frozen in the gasp of suffering, their dried and cracked lips drawn tight over yellowing, chipped teeth. Only their eyes, occasionally glowing red, showed any signs of life. The two corpses, ReDead, stood guard over the temple and watched as the Knight slowly, determinedly, walked towards them. Their orders were simply to stop anyone entering this place, and to direct those who would serve their Master, the Dark King, towards his castle. As the black knight approached, at first they thought him a Darknut, perhaps, or an Iron Knuckle. But when they saw that the crest of Hyrule still gleamed on his breast, they looked at each other in confusion. Then, one cast his seemingly empty eyes towards their fellow Dark Worlder. "Screeeah?" it called. The Knight stopped and stood there, staring. The red light behind his own visor pulsed just once. Then he rose up a bit, his spine straightening. "URRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" In an instant he leaped across the room, his clawed grasp finding the ReDead's face before he slammed its skull into the stone wall behind it. With a crunch the rotten bones and flesh gave way, and black, stagnated blood with a foul stench splattered over the masonry. The other ReDead took a breath for its paralyzing scream, but the Knight's head snapped towards it and he flung the corpse of its comrade at it. As the two carcasses--one returned to death--tumbled head over heels, the Knight leaped into the air and came down on the second zombie's chest with both feet. Again a horrific crunch heralded the splash of dark ichor, and the Knight threw back his head like a wolf after a triumphant kill. "GAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" He rushed down the steps, past the now-fetid baptismal pools and the dead shrubbery lining the front of the Temple. As he neared a Gossip Stone, a mysterious device which--for those who weren't Shiekah--was merely a magic timepiece, more ReDeads began to ascend the steps from the town below. They had heard the screams and come to see what was going on, and now as one pointed at the Knight and let out its terrifying screech, they began to swarm. In the distance, other screeches answered, the sounds echoing across the town as almost every ReDead in Castle Town received the signal. The Knight was frozen by the paralyzing magic of the first ReDead's cry, but the muscles beneath his armor strained until it seemed they might burst. Then suddenly he was free again, shaking back and forth like a rabid animal. With another roar he dove forward to meet the monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Cricket Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?) Appearance: Cricket is of average height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket's ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers, and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark. Personality: In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he's on the clock, however, he's all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it. Background: Leave it to the Sheikah to have a Plan B. Kakariko was destroyed, but not everyone was present for the massacre. There was an Outpost, hidden carefully in the Kokiri Forest with the permission of the Great Deku Tree. It had been around for a long time, its existence kept secret from any non-Sheikah. The Kokiri in the area were aware of the presence of Sheikah elsewhere in their forest, but the exact location of the Outpost was still unknown. Cricket was born into the clan of Sheikah that ran this outpost. The two peoples, Sheikah and Kokiri, were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah very quietly helped defend their patch of earth and trees. As time passed, the cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. But back to Cricket: His clan was part of a networking hub, running goods, people, weapons, supplies, and most importantly, information. News of the various occurrences reached him because he was part of the clan spreading it. A few of the Sheikah survivors took to the Kokiri Outpost, as it was an unknown location from which they could regroup. From the point of Hero's Fall onward, the Sheikah of the Outpost dedicated themselves to training for war. Cricket was barely before adulthood when all of this mess started, and he dedicated himself to his training (Sheikah and Kokiri, both) with rigorous zeal. Eventually, as the enslaved Kokiri began deforesting the land, a portion of the clan was sent away, so that their lore would survive if the Outpost were ever found. Cricket was among those chosen to do so. The seemingly mute Sheikah found his piece of the Triforce just prior to leaving his home. It was a routine trip into the woods, to hunt and forage for food for the first leg of the journey. Dusk was fast approaching, and an angelic blue light in the distance drew him. Cricket found himself staring into the pale light of a crystal shard, listening to a voice he couldn't quite understand, but instinctively recognized as Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom. The light swelled in intensity and the crystal disappeared, it and the voice becoming part of him. Cricket felt fundamentally changed, but still fiercely himself. From time to time, he will get little feelings of certainty, as he makes connections that others miss. Hunches, if you will. Cricket has come to trust these frequent flashes of intuition. His first one motivated him toward Oasis. Skills: Extensive Stealth Training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don't be seen, don't be heard. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat, juggler, and is a devilish little bugger with sleight of hand. Musically Adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes. Intrusion Expert - He's finding a way in. Locks, traps, dogs, walls, no problem. Combat Proficiency - Extensively trained in the use of Sheikah weaponry and tactics, though Cricket is most proficient with short blades and thrown items. He has good experience with unarmed fighting and Kokiri tools, and has even taken an interest in Gerudo techniques. Multi-lingual - Familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Magic: He summons, and seems to be able to communicate with on a rudimentary level, small chirping insects. There may be more, but his ability to use magic is largely untested. Gear: Kodachi (2), Kunai (12), Deku Nuts (20), Bomb Bag (12) Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations (basic), large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case Thin, strong cordage (50 ft) Firestarters Various lockpicks, files, and skeleton keys Backpack Rupees, 50 Weaknesses: Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic. For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few. Cricket doesn't speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Prefers to sleep in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible. "Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets.</s> <\|message\|>Etzo ETZO Etzo snatched his hand back after the knight finally released it from his grasp, eyes narrowing as he watched the armored man for any further attempts to a cost him. After a few moments however the hylian regained his normal composure, a cramping sensation alerting him to the fact he had unconsciously gripped a vial filled with a rather viscous fluid sitting his robes. Unclenching his grasp, the young alchemist prepared to return to his pleas to have the deku examined when he was once more interrupted. His eyes lit up a little as he saw the sheikah attempt to gain his attention. He'd seen a handful of the secretive race since coming to Oasis, though he was no stranger to the race having always been excited as a child to see Impa the few times she would come to the home in Kakariko village. He'd attemted to negotiating few times with the ones here, having always heard the warriors would on occasion use poisons and drugs on their missions, but the clans clung tightly to their own secerets. Etzo was pulled from his thoughts as he saw the note the shiekah trying to draw his attention to the note on the table. Never one to deny his own curiosity, Etzo quickly read through the note, a look of discontent as he saw that his supplies were indeed seemingly in danger. This look was quickly replaced as he saw the report of the creatures attacking, his dreamy smile returning as he marveled at uses he could find with this collection of ingredients, and as luck would have it, they were walking straight to him almost. He didn't particularly relish the idea of entering a skirmish, but those soldiers were damn butchers. Rarely could he find a usable part in the remains they brought back. Besides, he doubted the men fighting would be likely to bring his bubbles home alive if they found them. "First of all," Gerik began, "as soon as the supply convoy is rescued we're all going to sit down and have a nice, long discussion about this Triforce business, and what we're actually going to do with these pieces some of you have apparently felt the need to keep hidden. Secondly, I'm in no mood to babysit today, so either make yourselves useful or stay out of the way!" The scrawny alchemist hesitated a moment, a groan escaping as he saw the knight who had so recently accosted him was coming along, but nevertheless his hand went up, "While I'm not particularly keen on joining the muscle on the field," he said, a hint of excitement raising the pitch of his voice, "it's be a shame to let such a specimen go to waste out there in the dunes, and I while I appreciate the efforts your men put towards protecting us" he said, catious as he continued "they're hardly what one could call precise, so if I could have but a moment to gather some supplies," Etzo continued as he already began edging towards the door "I'll be meeting your men at the gate," the last few words trailing off as he already headed out the door, not waiting to for any form of confirmation from the obviously agitated Gerik. As he made his way back to his workshop, the eccentric alchemist's head was a whirlwinf of activity, already preparing a mental list of supplies he could need.</s> <\|message\|>Yuri Yuri Resistance HQ Early Morning As soon as the foreigner grabbed her wrist, the Deku woman was incredibly tempted to redirect his force and allow his face to get acquainted with the ground. But that would most definitely jeopardize trade operations, so she simply struggled slightly to let him know that he was being incredibly stupid. As soon as she let the both of them go, she disregarded him with a sneer and began to walk over to a table near her. A man too, walked up to the table. He looked like a sheikah, from what she had seen of them, but his outfit seemed almost reminiscent of Yuri's dreaded enemy, the Kokiri. Still, she was sure he was just a sheikah with odd taste and didn't bring anything up, instead focusing on the note he placed on the table, and the soft glow of the triforce on his hand. How many people had a piece of the triforce? Were the pieces drawn to one another? Would the resistance even need her piece? She quickly read the note. A trade caravan was under attack? It was lead by a fellow Deku, no doubt. She wondered idly if people like these were able to take on 25 others in a combat. Her thoughts were interrupted with the booming voice of Gerik, who 'asked' the foreigner to stay and wait for the rest of the platoon. He also said that he was 'in no mood to babysit' so if Yuri wanted to sell her Piece of Wisdom, she'd have to wait until the discussion after the mission. She sighed in disappointment. She should probably help these guys out. She doubted that they would survive without her, and even if they did, she'd have to wait until they got back to reason with Gerik. It certainly would be more interesting to follow the soldiers, and she was sure there were going to be spare weapons able to be refurbished and sold at a later date. Still, she wished she had the good fortune to have been smuggling knives of some kind. While the woman was absorbed in thought, it appeared the ninja had brought the group bread. Yuri smiled a tad, before breaking off a piece and stuffing it in her mouth. She hadn't had breakfast yet, so she was very glad for it. "Many thanks, sheikah. Do you have a name? I'm Yuri, the merchant. I've traded with this resistance a few times. I wouldn't be surprised if that staff you have there was brought here by yours truly." She rambled. Hopefully he was proficient with said staff. She was unsure how well this little mission was going to go.</s>	<\|message\|>Cricket Location: Oasis, Resistance HQInteracting With: Yuri The young Sheikah smiled broadly at his new acquaintance, then promptly shoved a large chunk of date bread into his mouth. With hands now free, he hefted his resin bonded Deku Staff, regarding Yuri's assumptions on the item. He shook his head slowly, motioning to imply a far distance. Though it would be bad form to reveal to the exact nature of the item (let alone functionally impossible without getting pen and paper involved), any close inspection of the staff by someone familiar with either Kokiri or Sheikah craftsmanship would reveal clues atypical to an otherwise standard tool of its kind. But it would have to be a close inspection. Still chewing, he returned his flexible but solid wooden pole to its previous resting spot. For half a second, the nonvocal warrior caught an expression, as if his brain just hiccuped and he had forgotten something obvious and pressing. A look of realization crossed his features. He shook his head foolishly, stark white hair swishing noiselessly about his eyes. With a careful flourish, he held a hand out, palm up, in front of Yuri. A small black cricket hopped from his sleeve onto his outstretched hand chirped twice, and turned to look back at the Sheikah. In response, the Sheikah looked to Yuri, pointed at the cricket, and then at himself. He repeated the process, nodding. When he was sure the message got across, Cricket retracted his hand and sliced off another chunk of date bread. No sense marching and fighting on an empty stomach, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Chen Age:20 Gender: Male Additional Appearance: Height: 5'7" Weight:153 Element: N/A Additional Weapons: Shock Stick, Two daggers, Crossbow, Throwing knives Flash bombs, smoke bombs Vial of poison (for coating his blades) Personality: Chen is rather pessimistic and cynical. He never accepts that things 'just happen' or that others are driven by 'the right thing.' He himself states that he is driven by his desire to uncover the truth, regardless of the outcome. Because of this, whenever he talks to others, he is constantly mentally noting things and trying to uncover the truth of their actions. As the only non-bender in his family, Chen is rather sore towards benders and holds a certain disdain towards powerful benders like the Avatar, though he hides it well and is able to act quite nonchalant about his inabilities. As a reporter, Chen's mindset is that of what was known in the progressive era of the US as a muckraker, seeking to uncover the dirt or 'muck' of large corporations and governments. Skills/Hobbies: Investigating Martial Arts (Hung Gar/mixed) Sneaking/stealth/dishonesty Throwing Running Sculpting Coin Collecting Background: Chen was born to a family of Earthbenders. He was the youngest of four, making him the runt of the group, and to make matters worse, he was the only child to be born without bending powers. His siblings often teased him for this, which caused him to grow a thick shell to defend himself early on in his life. As life went on, his siblings went on to train to become Earthbenders and he grew envious of them, though he hid it well. He began to look up to the eldest of his brothers, Bao, who treated him more kindly than the others. Bao even took pity on Chen and began to teach him the fighting style of Earth and Metal benders, helping him to utilize the form without any bending capabilities. Despite his skills, Chen still couldn't properly equal that of a bender. Because of this, he began to focus on utilizing weapons and tools into his fighting style. Chen created smoke and flash grenades to blind his opponents and was able to get a hold of an old equalist stun glove, developing it into something that suited his fighting style a little more. It was a slightly more powerful electrified baton he called a shock stick. His brother was a great mentor, and an even better friend. However, all of this soon changed when Bao was arrested for violent crimes against a group of Arties. Later in prison, he was brutally mauled, almost dying. Chen's view of the world was forever altered, and he became more pessimistic towards everything. To put it simply, he was crushed. He began to invest in more lethal weapons, such as throwing knives and a small crossbow. Chen even went as far as to obtain deadly poisons to coat his daggers in. His cynical attitude led him to become a journalist in Republic City, seeking to unmask the dark dealings of the world. While reporting the violence caused by the newly formed equalists, he decided to devote a portion of his time to investigate the company that came out with the drug that started it all, that led his brother to jail, to becoming a cripple. He wanted to see how they benefited from the rioting and protests, from these Neo-Equalists as well as find a way to shut the production of the drug down, or at least limit its sale. He knew it might lead him to nothing more than a dead end, but he had nothing better to do with his free time and in order to appease the guilt he felt towards the harming of his brother, he had to look into it.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen Book 1: Equality "New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old." --- --- The sound of boots connecting with uneven floorboards echoed throughout the hallway. A door creaked open, allowing a dim light to flood into the hallway. "Evening, ma'am. You'll be glad to know that we successfully gathered the five Waters, ten Earths, and twenty Fires that you requested. The guards are ready to use them at a moment's notice," a voice called into the old, decrepit room. Inside, the only light source was a dusty lamp sitting on the edge of a wooden desk, whose legs had rotted to a musty green color. Sitting at the desk was a woman, no older than 30. She reached for a syringe resting on the desk, its contents white and nearly translucent. She flicked the tip of the syringe, allowing the air bubbles to travel to the top. "Perfect. Tonight is the beginning of our revolution, Zhen. It's the moment our ancestors had waited for so long to see, only to have the Avatar bring it all crashing down. Speaking of which, have you confirmed that the Avatar will be present at the theater? She, above all others, must be there." The woman squeezed the syringe in order to remove any excess air. "Yes, ma'am. The Avatar is confirmed to be present at the theater tonight. Everything is in order, all you have to do is say the words, and we will execute your orders." "Thank you, Zhen. That will be all. If you'll excuse me, I must prepare for tonight." She dismissed him with a simple hand gesture. He bowed his head before leaving the room. The woman twirled her hair around, staring deeply into the mirror in front of her. "After all these centuries of plotting, I am finally the one to do the honors of bringing true equality to the world. If only you could be here to see me, father." A single tear rolled down the woman's face. "I will not fail you." --- --- Rinzen --- "Step right up! Get your tickets to the vintage premier of 'The Adventures of Nuktuk: Hero of the South'! At a price of only 25 yuan, you can see the very first mover to ever be created! This showing is sponsored by Cabbages Incorporated." Rinzen walked up to the man who was seemingly on autopilot. He started into his rehearsed line again, but cut it short as Rinzen approached him. "I'd like to buy a ticket, please." "Why, hello there, little lady. The ticket will be 25 yuan." Rinzen handed him the money, in exchange for a ticket. The ticket had a picture of Nuktuk and Juji printed on the front. Rinzen thanked the man and walked into the theater before her. She found a seat near the back, sitting at the very edge of the row. The room dimmed until the only light being produced was from the projection screen in the front. "Whose gonna fight for friends and freedom? Nuktuk!" The mover began playing, causing a wave of silence among those in the theater. --- --- @jumpadraw@Aquaknight@Raijinslayer</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian Jian was already inside of the theater, dressed in rather casual clothes as he watched from near the back of the room, shaking his head with a soft sigh. These things are so cheesy. . . I'll never understand why people still like watching stuff like this. He was only here because his mother had come over to his apartment and told him to, wanting him to get out of the house and do something besides rotting away in his house. 'It's not good for you, physically or mentally. You need to go out meet somebody, make friends, do something else' and so on and so forth. His mother didn't seem to get that, thanks to the papers, the radio, and even these goddamn movers, he was basically hated where ever he went. It had been around two years since the incident, and since he had stopped doing anything to draw attention to himself, people had begun to finally leave him be, but he doubted that anyone would ever want to be around him without spitting in his face. Already he'd gotten a dirty look from one of the ticket people, and just walking through the crowd had been an ordeal, as he just figured that someone would come forward to scream at him, call him scum, a degenerate, and so on and so forth. Every venture outside into the world was immensely draining due not only to what people say or do, but also anticipating the hatred from nearly everywhere he looked. He could never let his guard down, lest one wrong word cause him to breakdown into either tears or anger-fueled attack. Li always loved these stupid things . . . wonder if he'll come by or not.</s>	<\|message\|>Chen Chen approached the theater, a feeling of actual relaxation flowing through him for the first time in weeks. True, he was here officially to document the proceedings of the night for the United Daily News, but that didn't stop the mover from being fun. The last several articles he had written for the UDN had been covering rioting and violence between Nats and Arties, but for once he had been given an assignment that wasn't all doom and gloom. In all honesty, he could hardly wait to see who would show up tonight. Besides, he had always been a sucker for the classics. Chen approached the man selling the tickets to 'Nuktuk' happily paying for one and exchanging a nonchalant greeting. As he entered the the theater, the excited chatter of the crowd filled him with anticipation. Chen sat as close to the center of the theater as he could. He pulled out his notebook to take notes, and as the lights dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down, Chen cast one last glance around the theater for any VIPs before locking his gaze on the screen</s>
<\|description\|>Anik General Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Additional Appearance: Anik has heterochromia, blue from his Waterbender father and Bronze from his fire nation mother. Height: 5'1" Weight: 123 Ibs --- Combat Element: Water + Healing Weapon(s): A flask of Water for emergencies --- Personal Personality: Anik is people pleasing, detailed orientated and is rigid with his organizational habit, yet he has a good sense of humor and takes part in other's jokes and tomfoolery as long as it's harmless and within reason as he likes to think of himself as the voice of reason among any groups he is in. He is also protective and caring for his friends and allies if a little overbearing at times. At times he can get competitive when people challenge him or his ideas as he can be extremely adamant about being right in certain situations. Skills/Hobbies: Traditional Hunter and fisher Excellent non-bending swimmer Practicing his Waterbending and healing Cleaning and organizing rooms and places Taking care of little potted plants Doing tasks for people who asked him to do it Background: Anik was born to his Waterbender father and his Fire Nation mother in Republic City. Anik was a sickly child and often stayed at home for long stretches of times. Anik learned he was a Waterbender at a young age after he bended a glass a water to splash in his father's face. Once his waterbending was learned Anik's father brought him to his homeland of the southern water nation where he was taught the traditional ways of water bending and hunting and fishing and even healing though water bending, this seemed to cured Anik of his sicklyness for the most part. After a year at the southern water nation Anik and his father returned to Republic City to a shocking surprise. Anik had gotten a little Sister while he was gone for the year, Anik quickly grew to love his little sister and soon enough he started to worry greatly for the little girl's safety. It was like this for most of his Childhood him worrying about his little sister and after years of no signs any water bending abilities it seem like his little sister wasn't a bender like him or his father but Anik still loved her greatly. Now that he's reaching adulthood, Anik is looking for a higher calling in life and with the rising tension in Republic City he is starting to question the safety of his Family and it seems like the two things will soon go hand in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Ryuu --- Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like. "Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late." Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction. Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man, "... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying "Enjoy the show." Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this. As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more, "Sorry." The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering, "That guys is so rude." "Doesn't he look familiar?" "Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats." Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders, "Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen ??? --- A crackle of lightning could be heard from behind the giant cloth screen. Several members of the audience rose from their seats, all adorning masks resembling those used by the Equalists during the First Revolution. As these individuals rose as one, a bolt of lightning burned a whole through the screen, striking the projector in the back of the theater. The room fell under a blanket of darkness. Quiet murmurs among the audience soon grew into panicked cries for help, however, it was no use. The soundproof room had deafened any sound attempting to escape. The darkness was soon pierced by small balls of fire, lining either side of the front of the theater. Behind each ball of flame was a masked face. Each of these Firebenders stood still, acting as ominous lights. A row of Earthbenders stood in front of the giant screen. From behind the curtain stepped out a tall, slender woman. She wore a black cape, and a mask that covered her entire face, only leaving small slits for her mouth and eyes. It looked old and worn, and appeared to have been originally fitted for a man. The woman walked with a purpose, and that purpose was to draw all eyes to her. She stopped once in the front of the room, turning to address the entirety of the theater. "My fellow citizens of Republic City. As you all know, a certain serum has been developed to artificially reproduce bending. This has long been a source of conflict among our city. When on their own, the four elements are strong. When combined, they are unstoppable. The Avatar is a living testament to that fact. For thousands of years, the Avatar has lived hundreds of lives promoting balance, peace, equality. The Avatar simply used their superior abilities to bully others into submission. History has proven that the Avatar simply intervenes when it is fortunate for them. Unfortunately for us non-benders, we now pose a serious threat to the Avatar's sacred 'balance.' Today, I am here to show you all that we need not be afraid of the Avatar anymore, for we have leveled the playing field a bit. "I believe the Avatar has graciously made himself present today." The woman paused to search the crowd, spotting the Avatar. "Yes, there he is. Avatar Kazuki. Capable of bending all four elements, yes? Previously, the Avatar had been the only one able to accomplish such a feat. As of today, this is no longer the case." The woman demonstrated, throwing a fireball into the air, followed by a wind blast. She bent a puddle of water from a canister on her side, letting it fall before her. The earth quaked as a section of the theater's ground was tossed to the side. "My brothers, sisters, the Avatar has come to Republic City in order to put a stop to us gaining our equality. Do we not deserve it? Are we lesser beings simply because it is not our birthright to bend? Join me as I lead us into a new age. An age of true equality. The revolution has begun!" --- --- Rinzen --- Rinzen looked up, noticing a tap on her shoulder. "Huh? Oh, yes- I mean, no. It's not." She pulled her knees up to allow the boy into the seat next to her. The boy had come in several minutes late, and the seat next to her was about the only one available. She returned her attention back to the mover. Rinzen jumped as the lightning shot through the projection. She sat there, frozen as the mysterious woman revealed herself and began her speech. She watched in awe as the woman demonstrated her capabilities that rivaled the Avatar's own, who was apparently in the theater at the moment. She could hear a mixed response of cheers and boos coming from the crowd around her. Surely, this was not natural. The theater soon erupted in chaos. Rocks, ice, fire, and a whole myriad of other elements were being thrown around the room. Dozens of people ran from the theater in a panic. Rinzen stayed behind. She defended herself from stray rocks as the theater emptied out, eventually leaving less than a dozen others in the room. The mysterious woman stood at the front, watching the chaos. It was impossible to decipher her emotions, given the mask that she wore. Was she content to just sit and watch as the theater fell into chaos? Perhaps that was her plan, after all. Rinzen rose from her seat in order to leave the theater, and found that it was entirely blocked off by the masked Earthbenders. She was trapped inside, along with several others.</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian "Fuck!" Jian cursed as the mover was suddenly ended with a bolt of lightning blasting the the screen and into the projector, trying to sink into his seat as things only went from bad to worse. Then some woman appeared, spouting some drivel about equality and whatnot before singling out the Avatar, who was here apparently, and making a show of power by bending all four of the elements right then and there. Well then . . . this couldn't get any worse. Jian looked around, noting how the masked freaks surrounding them were preventing anyone from leaving, making them a captive audience as it were. As people tried to get out, only to be blocked by some masked earthbenders, he laid low, taking out a syringe filled with red liquid from his pocket. Taking off the protective cap, he slid it slowly into his arm and pressed down on the plunger, taking a breath as he felt a burning pain flow throughout his body, heating him up from the injection point as the serum spread through him. After a few more seconds, it subsided, and he quickly recapped the syringe before putting it away again, rising up with a dangerous look directed towards the woman in charge of all this. "Sorry lady, but threatening people isn't a good way to get them on your side. Case and point." No sooner had he finished, Jian entered an Earthbending stance, slamming his foot down to lift several rocks up around him before launching a barrage at several of the masked men, each one being cloaked in a veil of flame as they hurtled towards their targets for a rather explosive, but non-lethal, finish. He gave a look at the others in the theater, telling them with his eyes to get moving through the opening he made. More rocks rose up around him as he prepared to launch more flaming rocks at anyone who made a move towards the fleeing civilians. [color=Jian]"Now then, how about we settle this without a bunch of collateral around to get in the way. If you really do care about the people, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, right? I'll even give you a chance and ask the Avatar to not get involved. From what I've heard of him, he probably jump at the chance to avoid dealing with someone as bothersome as you."[/color] While Jian sound confident, anyone who took the time to study him could see that he was shaking ever so slightly, and his breathing was erratic. While putting on a bravado was easy enough, right now he felt that he was digging his grave deeper and deeper with every word. The masked men he'd hit earlier were already getting up by now, more dazed than anything else. As a Pro-bender, he had it engrained into his being to hold back when using his bending against others, and that habit had only gotten stronger after the incident. If these guys were meaning business, than he wouldn't be able to stand a chance on his own, but he wanted to give other people a chance to run if they had the chance. That way, if he got died or was injured terribly, he would have accomplished something to help redeem his worthless self, if only a little bit.</s> <\|message\|>Chen Chen The moment the lighting broke through the screen of the mover, Chen let himself drop the the ground and slide under a few chairs. He had spent so much time writing about the chaos in Republic city that this action almost came as instinct to him. Maybe he was over reacting, though. Sighing, he spared himself a glance over the seats around him, cursing as he saw several masked men and women standing up. Not overreacting. A woman began to talk, speaking of equality and balance, and Chen quickly noted every word he heard, albeit in his head. If he survived, his article would probably be on the front page of the UDN. While he knew that the situation would only get worse, he couldn't help but feel a slight relish at this fact. All of this soon fled from his mind though, as chaos began to erupt. Huge masses of people began screaming, running for the exits. While normally Chen was void of such emotions, the fear of the crowd around him seemed to seep into his soul. Emptier and emptier the theater became, and still Chen remained hidden in his place. Part of him was screaming for him to stand and run with the rest, but he wouldn't let himself leave the story behind. He had to see how the scenario was going to play out. The Avatar was here. Would he face off against the Neo equalists and survive? Would he flee from the conflict? Even with the apparent danger he was in, Chen felt anticipation and excitement well up within himself. Slowly, he drew a dagger and placed his hand on his throwing knives. If it came to it, and he was sure it would, he would be ready to fight.</s>	<\|message\|>Anik Anik absentmindedly kept watching the Mover even when people around him started to put on strange masks. It was only when people started to stand up that he started to take notice of the heavy air in the theater, Anik yelped then dove under his chair when a lightning bolt punctured though the Mover Screen. Anik covered his head for a moment worried the lightning bolt was still going on but to his surprised it seemed to have only happened once and a voice echoed out throughout the theater a voice of a woman, she spoke of the evils of the benders and of the Avatar whose apparently here in the theater with the Artie terrorists. Anik lift his head over the seat and watch as the Terrorist started bending all the elements, which shocked Anik since the bending Serum kills anybody who used more then one element, this woman is totally a freak of some sick experiment, or she's something different. When the bending Chaos started, Anik stayed hidden until the fight thinned out and he could use his full waterbending capability to defend himself from the terrorists. An earthbender was throwing his weight around at the Masked people, this was when Anik decided to attack. He twisted off the cap to his water holder and started to bend the water underneath the now slowly rising people and when it covered up enough ground with help of scattered fallen drinks Anik raised from the cover of the seats and raised his arms so all the water and drinks raised high up into the air and encased the masked terrorist in a giant icicle covering them from head to toe which would at least give some of the people time to defend themselves while the terrorists are trying to get out. Anik himself got ready to attack again.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Ryuu Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Kazuki has a fair complexion, slightly paler than the average citizen of the Fire Nation. He is noted to have some 'good looks' stemming from his fathers side. He dressed his clothes lazily, his robes usually draping over his hands as he doesn't fasten them and buttons are usually left unbuttoned. His hair is also usually messy and disorganized and is left to hang freely. Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 Combat Element: Fire Weapon(s): (Optional) --- Personal --- Personality: At first glance you would never actually guess Kazuki is the avatar, his pose is usually lax and slouching, a shiftless expression always seeming to rest on his face. Many are actually surprised whent hey find out he is the 'famous' avatar, but Kazuki doesn't mind nor care at their exasperated reactions and apologetic tones. He never really was one for notoriety and being well known, honestly he didn't think that the spirit would choose him to be the avatar, nor did many others expect to. His indolent nature comes from the fact that after Korra's time, everything has been quiet and peaceful. Despite this, he still tries to take the duties of the Avatar seriously, even when there's a lack of it. However, Kazuki at his very core is selfless, humble and hardworking, he goes out of his way to help out individuals in need, despite how mundane or small the issue is. And he also prefers to help people, in such a way that they don't notice they were being helped in the first place. He believes that people should be self-reliant, as he wouldn't always be there. He is also humble in a way that he actually doesn't believe he deserves to be the Avatar, and is still doubting why the spirit actually chose him. He can usually be found pensively thinking about himself and his role as the Avatar, usually having thoughts in the back of his head about many people who could actually become the Avatar better than him. Skills/Hobbies: Despite his laziness, Kazuki has untapped potential. He was easily able to grasp the three other elements, Air, Earth and Water, albeit taking a little more time to understand the workings of the element of Water, and with the help of the greatest tutors at the time. He can easily understand the intricacies of things, despite the difficulty of said thing. Background: Kazuki was simply, and lazily 'practicing' his fire arts. Fists thudding against a training dummy filled up the silent air, until elders of the nation entered the training room. They all were silently whispering amongst one another until his father stepped into the room, hs clothes draping all over the red bricked flooring, much like the elders. It didn't take a genius to know that he had been chosen to become the Avatar. His father's countenance mirrored Kazuki's, one of confusion and perplexity. He had many siblings who were more diligent than him, siblings who would better fit the role of Avatar. The people around him wore masks of congratulations and praise, however they hid contempt and jealousy. Mostly because Kazuki has never actually made an effort to do anything that would grant him such. The role of Avatar being handed over to him forced him to become more studious, more suited to actually being the Avatar. He has traveled all over to practice under notable names. They found it surprisingly easy to train Kazuki, him grasping the foundations easily. He was in the middle of advanced training to bend Lava, but was called off and had to leave to give assistance to a new uprising threat. Other: Likes Gardening.</s> <\|message\|>Rinzen Book 1: Equality "New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old." --- --- The sound of boots connecting with uneven floorboards echoed throughout the hallway. A door creaked open, allowing a dim light to flood into the hallway. "Evening, ma'am. You'll be glad to know that we successfully gathered the five Waters, ten Earths, and twenty Fires that you requested. The guards are ready to use them at a moment's notice," a voice called into the old, decrepit room. Inside, the only light source was a dusty lamp sitting on the edge of a wooden desk, whose legs had rotted to a musty green color. Sitting at the desk was a woman, no older than 30. She reached for a syringe resting on the desk, its contents white and nearly translucent. She flicked the tip of the syringe, allowing the air bubbles to travel to the top. "Perfect. Tonight is the beginning of our revolution, Zhen. It's the moment our ancestors had waited for so long to see, only to have the Avatar bring it all crashing down. Speaking of which, have you confirmed that the Avatar will be present at the theater? She, above all others, must be there." The woman squeezed the syringe in order to remove any excess air. "Yes, ma'am. The Avatar is confirmed to be present at the theater tonight. Everything is in order, all you have to do is say the words, and we will execute your orders." "Thank you, Zhen. That will be all. If you'll excuse me, I must prepare for tonight." She dismissed him with a simple hand gesture. He bowed his head before leaving the room. The woman twirled her hair around, staring deeply into the mirror in front of her. "After all these centuries of plotting, I am finally the one to do the honors of bringing true equality to the world. If only you could be here to see me, father." A single tear rolled down the woman's face. "I will not fail you." --- --- Rinzen --- "Step right up! Get your tickets to the vintage premier of 'The Adventures of Nuktuk: Hero of the South'! At a price of only 25 yuan, you can see the very first mover to ever be created! This showing is sponsored by Cabbages Incorporated." Rinzen walked up to the man who was seemingly on autopilot. He started into his rehearsed line again, but cut it short as Rinzen approached him. "I'd like to buy a ticket, please." "Why, hello there, little lady. The ticket will be 25 yuan." Rinzen handed him the money, in exchange for a ticket. The ticket had a picture of Nuktuk and Juji printed on the front. Rinzen thanked the man and walked into the theater before her. She found a seat near the back, sitting at the very edge of the row. The room dimmed until the only light being produced was from the projection screen in the front. "Whose gonna fight for friends and freedom? Nuktuk!" The mover began playing, causing a wave of silence among those in the theater. --- --- @jumpadraw@Aquaknight@Raijinslayer</s> <\|message\|>Jian Jian Jian was already inside of the theater, dressed in rather casual clothes as he watched from near the back of the room, shaking his head with a soft sigh. These things are so cheesy. . . I'll never understand why people still like watching stuff like this. He was only here because his mother had come over to his apartment and told him to, wanting him to get out of the house and do something besides rotting away in his house. 'It's not good for you, physically or mentally. You need to go out meet somebody, make friends, do something else' and so on and so forth. His mother didn't seem to get that, thanks to the papers, the radio, and even these goddamn movers, he was basically hated where ever he went. It had been around two years since the incident, and since he had stopped doing anything to draw attention to himself, people had begun to finally leave him be, but he doubted that anyone would ever want to be around him without spitting in his face. Already he'd gotten a dirty look from one of the ticket people, and just walking through the crowd had been an ordeal, as he just figured that someone would come forward to scream at him, call him scum, a degenerate, and so on and so forth. Every venture outside into the world was immensely draining due not only to what people say or do, but also anticipating the hatred from nearly everywhere he looked. He could never let his guard down, lest one wrong word cause him to breakdown into either tears or anger-fueled attack. Li always loved these stupid things . . . wonder if he'll come by or not.</s> <\|message\|>Chen Chen Chen approached the theater, a feeling of actual relaxation flowing through him for the first time in weeks. True, he was here officially to document the proceedings of the night for the United Daily News, but that didn't stop the mover from being fun. The last several articles he had written for the UDN had been covering rioting and violence between Nats and Arties, but for once he had been given an assignment that wasn't all doom and gloom. In all honesty, he could hardly wait to see who would show up tonight. Besides, he had always been a sucker for the classics. Chen approached the man selling the tickets to 'Nuktuk' happily paying for one and exchanging a nonchalant greeting. As he entered the the theater, the excited chatter of the crowd filled him with anticipation. Chen sat as close to the center of the theater as he could. He pulled out his notebook to take notes, and as the lights dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down, Chen cast one last glance around the theater for any VIPs before locking his gaze on the screen</s> <\|message\|>Anik Anik Anik approached the Mover Theater with a relaxed smile on his face as he walked past all the excited Mover goers lining up to get their tickets to see a Mover Classic. Nuktuk. Its still a classic even if it was propaganda at the time it came out. When Anik walked up to the Mover Ticket stand he had to stand on his toes to look the seller in the eyes without the stand blocking half his face. After getting his ticket Anik sat himself close to the front but not to close so that he would need to crane his neck to watch the mover. While Anik waited for the mover to start, Anik's thoughts went back to all the stories about the conflict between the Arties and Nats. Anik himself is squarely on the side of the Nats since he is one, but he wondered if his dear sister would ever side with the Arties, he would like to think not, but you never expect somethings until it happens. Anik's morose thoughts were cut short when the Mover Started, so he instead of focusing on current events he decided to focus on the past of Mover.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Ryuu Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like. "Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late." Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction. Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man, "... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying "Enjoy the show." Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this. As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more, "Sorry." The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering, "That guys is so rude." "Doesn't he look familiar?" "Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats." Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders, "Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Fafnir Sigurd nickname Title: The Red Knight Age: 200 Gender: Male Rank: Mix Nordic Race: DrakkenDrakkens are beings that result from the mergence/fusion of a willing dragon and human, sacrificing their souls and individualities for their souls to become the homogeneous mixture that is a Drakken. Drakkens are technicly a new being, but resemble both qualities, memories, and skills of their former counterparts. For instance, if the human that made the Drakken was good with swords or magic spells, then so would that Drakken, additionally, if the dragon that made up the Drakken can breathe fire, so too can the Drakken. However the more complex and rare a skill/ability is, the more likely it will not be transfered to the Drakken, or modified to some degree once transfered. A Drakken on the surface may seem like a singular conscience, but it is driven by two consciences collectively, any attempt at mind control or telepathy may cause chaos in mental conditions for both the Drakken and the being who is using such mind powers, as the collected conscience can cause an enigmatic disruption or chaotic factor to such abilities. Drakkens are not perfect humans, nor perfect dragons, and can shift between both their 'human' and 'dragon' form at any time. Like ability transfering, their forms often resemble the originally counterparts that make up the drakken, however there are differences that are influenced by the other half. For instance, the human form will often possess reptilian eyes, horns, wings, tails, claws, and/or other draconic features in any combination, While the dragon form may have a humanoid appearance, or even variations in over all design such as size differences, color scheme, scale type, etc. Powers/qualities: Passive ascension of physical abilities such as strength, speed, and stamina compared to the average human, this trait is most noticeable in the human form, also increases senses. Like all dragons fire/heat immunity is also another trait, and the luminating eye property that is common with many dragons which offers night vision. Minor regeneration which can allow major injuries and limb loss to regrow over time, as well as loss of scales or scars. However the regeneration process takes weeks or months depending on the wound or limb loss, and cannot save him from fatal wounds unless he was kept alive by some other source long enough for the regeneration to fix it. (if he was missing a heart that could take a month and a half.). Timeless, Dragons are not impaired by age and are immortal against time, so dying naturally is an impossibility for them. Scales are naturally as durable as solid iron, which can make them difficult to damage. In his human form his wings and tail are the only scales he has access too, so for additional protection armor is necessary. If he finds weather unfavorable, or because too stressed or angered, his body will heat up by use of creating fires inside of him, making him as hot as a furnace. His blood will become kept at boiling temperatures and upon touch can mildly burn and irritate skin to some degree, though the damage wouldn't be major just painful. Additionally while in this state, water will evaporate off of him, which can be a weakness as the steam can blind him. Heating up his body also expends much of his energy as he is naturally cold-blooded, even in his human state. Production and manipulation of fire, usually a fire breathe. Has a variety of others methods of fire manipulation as well, spawning flames off or in his body he can create fireballs and other such methods, and can even change pressure and heat of the flames to some extent. Transforms between human and dragon forms. Partial transformation such as half-dragon state, or temporarily shifting his body like his hand becoming a dragon's head can also be used like this. His dragon form oftens drastic improvements in physical qualities (other then mobility) but suffers from being a bigger target and while much more destructive, its easier to battle a singular opponent in the human form, the human form also of course allows use of his weapons. Has little control over his full dragon form, and doesn't willingly go into that form as of now. Toxic breathe which can cause nausea within those that breathe it and can disort senses in prolonged exposure, similar suffocation effect like carbon monoxide in high concentrations in small closed in areas and rooms. Tends to be flammable. Immunity to most (but not all) toxins, acids, venoms, and pathogens. Only the most extreme or strong enough blights mentioned can effect him. He can filter through toxic air chemicals such as his own toxic breathe. His blood can be processed into an almost universal anti-venom or kill certain biological toxins, with the right person who knows how to use and mix it. Teeth and claws contains venom similiar to a komodo dragon's, the venom causes hemmorage and slowly kills the victim, however it is easily treatable and won't be fatal until a week, but while in effect wounds won't stop bleeding and fatigue may plague those infected, those with high immunities can easily beat off the cure within a few days before it gets fatal. In his half dragon and full dragon state his saliva is corrosive, capable of erroding weak rocks, soils, and pure common metals (such as iron and copper, but not steel, silver, or bronze. Alloids and rare metals don't get corroded.), and can eat away flesh, however flesh will start to have major dissolve wounds after 2 minutes of remaining in contact with the liquid, so its easily avoidable. Weaknesses: His pride. Cold weather (Forces him to expend energy to heat himself up, can last about 5 minutes in weather conditions at freezing point or below.) Ice and other cold based attacks. Appearances: In his human form he constantly has crimson wings and a long tail to match with a barbed point. Both wings and tail stick out of armor. His eyes constantly glow like dim candle flames. 5 meters tall, however tends to be hunched in this form so he appears 4 meters tall instead. Used to have a set of armor for this form but that armor had been destroyed. Half dragon state is much easier to control then his full dragon state. He tends to get more brutal in this state. Scales tend to be a bit weaker in this form, though fully clad, his scales are more like leather then iron in this state, unlike the scales he has in his human form on areas like the tail, and his entire body in his full dragon state. His scales also become more black then red, with wing membrane and underbelly becoming red. Despite his larger size he is actually swifter in this form both in the air and on foot, but he his much more vulnerable to physical damage as his scales are barely stronger then human skin, and he lacks any sort of armor to make up for it. 30 meters long, on all fours with its neck raised it is 20 meters tall. Has yet to be able to use this form properly as going into this transformation will force him into an enraged, rampaging state, destroying friend and foe a like in blind destruction. His Outer scales turn black instead of red, and his underbelly scutes become plated crimson. Bio: Reclusive of his past, little does he reveal about himself other then his age. He is well skilled with his Axe as it has been designed to channel his firepower into it, The axe is also large enough to be used in his half-dragon state. He is easily angered and is very prideful of himself and his draconic origins. Aside from pride he respects honor above all else. Unless angered or finds speaking necessary, he is not a man of words. Values the ideals of kinship and respects his allies, unless he finds them too inferior for him to fight alongside with, and too foolish or bothersome to train.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart Saya watched him walk off before looking at fruit salesman whom was no longer angry. He was in fact beaming at the amount of gold. It was much more than what he needed to replace the stall and his fruit. Saya blinked, seeing that this man showed no signs of wanting to return what he didn't need. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to hear the salesman's thoughts. I'm rich! That idiot didn't even think twice about... Saya opened her eyes, a sudden look of distaste appearing on her face at this man's dishonesty. It quickly vanished though as her expression once again became deadpanned. She stared at the merchant, speaking into his mind using his own voice. That was pretty dishonest of you. What?! Who are you?! I am your conscience. Don't you think that you should give some of that back? Why would I do that exactly?! It is the right thing to do. Remember, all of your actions have consequences. She made the voice at the end of the sentence deep and demonic, causing a frightened expression to appear on the merchant's face. He hurriedly stuffed about half of the gold back into the bag and handed it to Saya saying, "P-please! Find that man and give this back to him!" he said, afraid that if he didn't something terrible would happen to him. Saya nodded before taking the bag, the gold inside it weighing her down quite a bit. "Alirght." she said calmly before going off in the direction that the drakken went. He was pretty easy to spot, so when she saw him, she went up to him as quickly as she could holding the heavy sack of doom. She bumped into a few people on the way, and they yelled at her. She ignored them and went up behind the drakken. "Hey," she said, trying to get his attention.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I would turn, my candle like eyes looking down towards the stranger that wanted my attention. In response, I would kneel down so that I was eye level with her. "Yes?" As I spoke, my tail would slither behind my left leg, almost coiling around it.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Here," Saya said as she tried to hold the bag of gold up to him. It was a pretty difficult task since she wasn't that strong, but she managed to hold it up enough. "He gave some back."</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I gave a warm smile to my bag with some returning gold in it, and the girl who presented it to me. "Thank you for bringing this to me." I said, taking the heavy bag off of her burden with ease. "I won't forget this. Stranger, if you ever need a favor, call upon me. Sir Fafnir, at your service." I'd stand up, and gave her a proper bow with one hand on my chest. "You wouldn't happen to have any favors needed now, would you?" Though my voice was still rough and deep it had a certain enchanting tone to it, like the soft ambient crackling of a fire.</s> <\|message\|>Nilos Watching the young boy speaking the older woman, Nilos felt bad interrupting but being that this boy looks less threatening, he took a chance as the boy turned to look at him and Nilos looked back down with a nervous look in his eyes but a gentle smile wearing on his face. Looking over at the older woman quickly gather her things, his attention was brought back to the young fellow going by the name of Saghira. He seemed quite friendly and talkative. he obviously looked like he lived in the town the way he was dressed and what Nilos just noticed with the sharpened teeth and black claws he sported....almost like a kitten in Nilos eyes. Poor looking, dressed in rags, he wondered why such a child would not be well taken cared of. Introducing himself and trying to introduce the lady that dipped out on him, Nilos quietly chuckled from the funny scene before speaking up. "It's a pleasure to meet you Saghira. That lady must've been in a rush. " he smiled "I-I'm Nilos...." he said with a slight bow. "Are you from this town?" he asked even though he didn't have to ask something obvious. "I just arrived today and I...um....well I was uh..wondering..I-If y-you could...sh-show me...around?" he said twiddling his index fingers feeling bashful about asking someone for help, not knowing what the boy would say. ------------------------------------------ DewStein Oh! he must've hit a nerve. Bala watched the man respond with a hint of anger and really, Bala didn't find him threatening but amusing. Hiding his amusement by his reaction, Bala raised an eyebrow and placed his palms up as they faced Rorack. he was going to have to approach him differently now. "Whoa whoa now, I didn't mean any harm or disrespect by that. It's just, looking at your tail...it looks like that of a dragon's and was just guessing. Plus I've never seen you here before....." he looked him up and down and placed his hands in his pocket as there was something strapped to the boy's back that looked like a stick. "I'm Bala...I'm a resident here...I'm sorry about my attitude earlier...I've just dealt with some nasty people and they sort of rubbed off on me. They think just because I look feminine, they could just treat me any way..." he said. "Okay..hopefully this should calm him but....his reaction. Why would a noble or pure blood be worried about someone knowing their status? usually they are proud of their status and would not hesitate to remind people of who and what they are...they wouldn't even look at me in the eyes and would basically demand things...almost like he did but he just wanted to know my name and his speech...he didn't sound like he was from the streets like me. he sounded plenty educated. So....the thing I'm concluding is, he's trying to hide his status so to not be treated like one...as if he's bored of that life, or he's hiding from someone by not making himself known, or...he's just upset that a slave class like me figured him out already and talked to him like I did." he thought to himself trying to read Rorack's expression</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Now?" Saya thought about it for a moment. She then took out the list she was given before and looked it over. "Have you seen a shop that sells rice?" she asked. She didn't really need anything at the moment, except for directions. She didn't come into town often enough to know where every shop was.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd I puzzled on the thought for a moment, trying to recall when I smelled rice. After a minute or two later, I'd point to my left. "Down that way I recall seeing a rice stand." I said, happy that I could assist.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart Saya smiled a little, which wasn't as rare as it would seem with her attitude. "Thank you." she said before beginning to go in that direction. She stopped abruptly though, almost causing a person to walk into her. The person walked around her, glaring at her. She turned back to Fafnir and said, "I am Saya."</s>	<\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd "May fate have our paths cross again, Saya." I smiled back before walking in the opposite direction, most of the bystanders would have to move away from intimidating size. I'd sling the sac of gold over my shoulder, next to a massive axe that was big even for my height.</s>
<\|description\|>Fafnir Sigurd nickname Title: The Red Knight Age: 200 Gender: Male Rank: Mix Nordic Race: DrakkenDrakkens are beings that result from the mergence/fusion of a willing dragon and human, sacrificing their souls and individualities for their souls to become the homogeneous mixture that is a Drakken. Drakkens are technicly a new being, but resemble both qualities, memories, and skills of their former counterparts. For instance, if the human that made the Drakken was good with swords or magic spells, then so would that Drakken, additionally, if the dragon that made up the Drakken can breathe fire, so too can the Drakken. However the more complex and rare a skill/ability is, the more likely it will not be transfered to the Drakken, or modified to some degree once transfered. A Drakken on the surface may seem like a singular conscience, but it is driven by two consciences collectively, any attempt at mind control or telepathy may cause chaos in mental conditions for both the Drakken and the being who is using such mind powers, as the collected conscience can cause an enigmatic disruption or chaotic factor to such abilities. Drakkens are not perfect humans, nor perfect dragons, and can shift between both their 'human' and 'dragon' form at any time. Like ability transfering, their forms often resemble the originally counterparts that make up the drakken, however there are differences that are influenced by the other half. For instance, the human form will often possess reptilian eyes, horns, wings, tails, claws, and/or other draconic features in any combination, While the dragon form may have a humanoid appearance, or even variations in over all design such as size differences, color scheme, scale type, etc. Powers/qualities: Passive ascension of physical abilities such as strength, speed, and stamina compared to the average human, this trait is most noticeable in the human form, also increases senses. Like all dragons fire/heat immunity is also another trait, and the luminating eye property that is common with many dragons which offers night vision. Minor regeneration which can allow major injuries and limb loss to regrow over time, as well as loss of scales or scars. However the regeneration process takes weeks or months depending on the wound or limb loss, and cannot save him from fatal wounds unless he was kept alive by some other source long enough for the regeneration to fix it. (if he was missing a heart that could take a month and a half.). Timeless, Dragons are not impaired by age and are immortal against time, so dying naturally is an impossibility for them. Scales are naturally as durable as solid iron, which can make them difficult to damage. In his human form his wings and tail are the only scales he has access too, so for additional protection armor is necessary. If he finds weather unfavorable, or because too stressed or angered, his body will heat up by use of creating fires inside of him, making him as hot as a furnace. His blood will become kept at boiling temperatures and upon touch can mildly burn and irritate skin to some degree, though the damage wouldn't be major just painful. Additionally while in this state, water will evaporate off of him, which can be a weakness as the steam can blind him. Heating up his body also expends much of his energy as he is naturally cold-blooded, even in his human state. Production and manipulation of fire, usually a fire breathe. Has a variety of others methods of fire manipulation as well, spawning flames off or in his body he can create fireballs and other such methods, and can even change pressure and heat of the flames to some extent. Transforms between human and dragon forms. Partial transformation such as half-dragon state, or temporarily shifting his body like his hand becoming a dragon's head can also be used like this. His dragon form oftens drastic improvements in physical qualities (other then mobility) but suffers from being a bigger target and while much more destructive, its easier to battle a singular opponent in the human form, the human form also of course allows use of his weapons. Has little control over his full dragon form, and doesn't willingly go into that form as of now. Toxic breathe which can cause nausea within those that breathe it and can disort senses in prolonged exposure, similar suffocation effect like carbon monoxide in high concentrations in small closed in areas and rooms. Tends to be flammable. Immunity to most (but not all) toxins, acids, venoms, and pathogens. Only the most extreme or strong enough blights mentioned can effect him. He can filter through toxic air chemicals such as his own toxic breathe. His blood can be processed into an almost universal anti-venom or kill certain biological toxins, with the right person who knows how to use and mix it. Teeth and claws contains venom similiar to a komodo dragon's, the venom causes hemmorage and slowly kills the victim, however it is easily treatable and won't be fatal until a week, but while in effect wounds won't stop bleeding and fatigue may plague those infected, those with high immunities can easily beat off the cure within a few days before it gets fatal. In his half dragon and full dragon state his saliva is corrosive, capable of erroding weak rocks, soils, and pure common metals (such as iron and copper, but not steel, silver, or bronze. Alloids and rare metals don't get corroded.), and can eat away flesh, however flesh will start to have major dissolve wounds after 2 minutes of remaining in contact with the liquid, so its easily avoidable. Weaknesses: His pride. Cold weather (Forces him to expend energy to heat himself up, can last about 5 minutes in weather conditions at freezing point or below.) Ice and other cold based attacks. Appearances: In his human form he constantly has crimson wings and a long tail to match with a barbed point. Both wings and tail stick out of armor. His eyes constantly glow like dim candle flames. 5 meters tall, however tends to be hunched in this form so he appears 4 meters tall instead. Used to have a set of armor for this form but that armor had been destroyed. Half dragon state is much easier to control then his full dragon state. He tends to get more brutal in this state. Scales tend to be a bit weaker in this form, though fully clad, his scales are more like leather then iron in this state, unlike the scales he has in his human form on areas like the tail, and his entire body in his full dragon state. His scales also become more black then red, with wing membrane and underbelly becoming red. Despite his larger size he is actually swifter in this form both in the air and on foot, but he his much more vulnerable to physical damage as his scales are barely stronger then human skin, and he lacks any sort of armor to make up for it. 30 meters long, on all fours with its neck raised it is 20 meters tall. Has yet to be able to use this form properly as going into this transformation will force him into an enraged, rampaging state, destroying friend and foe a like in blind destruction. His Outer scales turn black instead of red, and his underbelly scutes become plated crimson. Bio: Reclusive of his past, little does he reveal about himself other then his age. He is well skilled with his Axe as it has been designed to channel his firepower into it, The axe is also large enough to be used in his half-dragon state. He is easily angered and is very prideful of himself and his draconic origins. Aside from pride he respects honor above all else. Unless angered or finds speaking necessary, he is not a man of words. Values the ideals of kinship and respects his allies, unless he finds them too inferior for him to fight alongside with, and too foolish or bothersome to train.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard @King Tai "Ah yes, just head straight down that way and look for the building that has the dragon scales all over the front," Rorack informed her, "You don't need to leave if you don't want to either." Turning back to Bala he cocked his head, "Rush you to go with me? I am just helping someone out. And as I said before my social rank is no concern of yours. I don't like giving it out because it makes people treat me different depending on who it is. I also hate having to keep up appearances with my rank as I find it...well a drag."</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala looked on at Rorack giving a sigh "Nothing...nevermind...let's just get going..." turning to Hope "Yeah you're not being a bother but perhaps we'll see each other some time....possibly go out for some drinks with my friend and I" Bala mentioned "I guess we are more like associates than friends...I don't have friends...but having these two on my side knowing they are of higher rank will definitely help me get out of this shit hole....Zaldana will have to pay me just to be in my presence..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein @King Tai "Thank you again Rorack. And no I think I would head out I want to get a room rented and then get some food I have not eaten in a bit and I am hungry." Hope said. "It was nice to meet you Rorack and Bala and I hope to see you both around here again I plan on stay for a while." Hope said again. "Have a good day and see you both around" Hope put the ruby's that Rorack gave her in her bag and head off in the direction he pointed looking for the Inn he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fenfeir sighs feeling his coinpurse" I sold a ship for so little"he looks crestfallen and decides to look for an inn" hopefully I can make a little more coin in this city" he spots a small group of people walking towards an inn as he spots the sparkle of a gem causing his gaze to linger" well then</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ Now most people would have run in terror, while even braver men would have at least been a bit shaken by his transformation. Titania however, was to excited to even imagine being afraid, "Oh wow..." She began walking around him getting rather close, mentally measuring things and getting an idea for his shape, "You sure know how to peak a girls interest that's for sure." She walked the length of his tail and took a good look at everything, "I assume you still want to be able to fly?" She began looking over and scrutinizing him before slowly nodding to herself, "The good news is I have a very dangerous idea, the bad news is the metal I would require is rare but worth the price..." She finally locked eyes with him and a smirk of her own formed on her lips, "What if I told you I could make you an armor that not only would be durable enough to protect you in this massive form but...Also could transform with you to fit your two sizes..." The glow in her eyes was one of dangerous excitement, she could barely contain all her enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen shakes his head and hops onto a building sighing" I can't just go around trying to take people's things"he looks around and sees a gray wing. growing curious he moves soundlessly towards the object coming to cover over a dragon he smiles and hides thinking " holy crap a dragon just chilling in an alleyway...wonder if it knows a good place to sleep." He hops onto the side as a piece of roofing comes loose falling down towards them.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My eyes watched her, smiling as if I enjoyed the attention of my form being appreciated so. "Hah, of course I still want to fly," I said, boasting a bit. As she observed me I would show off what my body had to offer in the form, mostly by slithering the tail and raising the wings. It was the first time someone had ever shower such interest and excitement for my glorious body, which only fed my ego further and gave me a toothy grin, or an attempt at one, through my dinosaur like head. My leathery, lizard like black scales draped over my body. After she had finished looking over me, I would flap my wings once, which caused a wave of air to spread about me, powerful enough to mimic the air waves of a helicopter taking off. Doing this as to show off more. My now forked tongue licked the air briefly, and I would hunch down further so my head was close to her. "Sounds perfect to me. Where do we get this metal?" My reptilian, illuminating eyes beaming back to her. Tail flicking behind me and wings resting in a frozen position. "Such an armor is definitely something worth my wealth." My voice got a bit softer, not as enchanting as the fire-like voice I previously had, and had a minor echoing effect to it. The axe I had on my back was big enough to fit on me, it even looked like it could be wielded by my clawed hands.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen tries landing gracefully as to minimize the damage from the two story fall as the dragon flaps it's wings and throws off his landing causing him to roll and face plant into the dragons forearm.he sits motionless for a few moments before regaining consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd My eyes darted away from the beautiful blacksmith to the bothersome presence that fell in my arm. My burning eyes glared at the stranger that had decided to leap on me. "Who goes there?" I said with a more menacing tone to the stranger. As he regained conscience I would drop him on the ground and press my right theropod-like foot against the lower half of his body, in an attempt to imprison him.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar He feels his legs becoming pinned down and before he can pull away he's held fast and laughs" I guess the stories don't joke about a dragons strength " he looks up into your eyes with a defiant smirk." Sorry I fell on you your wings goofed my landing. He lays his hands behind his head and asks with intentions of fueling his ego and learning more about him" I'm sorry to have disturbed such a mighty individual such as yourself and will use every skill I have to compensate someone so much greater than i" he bows low</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Fenfeir Titania watched with rapt attention as he slithered his tail and raised his wings, he was definitely an amazing creature to say the least, not only that but he also wanted her to make this crazy transforming armor she had thought of and to her this day could not get better, "It's a metal called Mithril...And it's rarer and harder to get a hold of than any other..." She raised her index finger, "Either the two of us...or just me...would have to go on a quest to retrieve enough Mithril to make your armor..." She would have continued speaking when suddenly a strange man just fell into their conversation and her employer proceeded to pin him to the ground, "Was he spying or lost?"</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "See you around Hope. Enjoy your stay," Rorack said waving to her. Shifting his gaze to Bala he raised a brow and smiled, "Friends huh? You are warming up fast." Putting his arm around Bala's shoulder as a friendly gesture he started walking with him outside the gate.</s>	<\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night "I will happily accompany you on this quest." I grinned back at her. "Hopefully that will give me a discount." pleased by his praising, id give the intruder a cocky and sly smirk through my draconic head. "Mm, you should listen well to such legends, child. Dragons such as myself should not be trifled with. You should be careful not to invoke the wrath of Fafnir, the great and terrible."</s>
<\|description\|>Lapis Sex: Female Age: 20 Social Rank: Mutt Mother - Isis; Egyptian Goddess of Protection, Magic, Healing, and Wisdom Father - Entertainer of the Middle Class Appearance: Powers: Lapis has a natural affinity for magic but instead of just learning magic as a whole she focused on learning light magic, sand magic, and protection magic. Light due to its beauty and it's usefulness in the world of entertainment and due to her grandfather's little shows he put on for her using light from the sun. Sand due to her heritage and her connection to Egypt. Protection magic due to her mother being the goddess of protection, protection magic is mainly just barriers and shields and such. Lapis also learned a single transportation spell that allows her to teleport either herself or a group of people(including herself) to where ever she wishes. She typically only teleports herself to Egpyt to visit her mother and god side of the family. Lapis has natural healing abilities. She not only is adept at knowing how to treat wounds and different herbs that help with different situations(her natural wisdom helps) but she also has the ability to heal faster than normal and she can heal others(partially due to her natural affinity to magic despite the healing being separate from her magic). Healing herself and others does take a toll on her though so she only does it on occasion. Her mother is often depicted with magical wings of a sort and Lapis inherited said wings. She can grow and hide her wings whenever she pleases. Her wings are depicted in the picture below. Personality: Lapis is quite friendly and outgoing. She has a bright and bubbly personality and is a natural born entertainer. She has a way with words and can be quite enchanting which helps her captivate audiences. Lapis also has a strong sense of protectiveness over everyone due to her mother's blood running through her. When she can, she offers her assistance which can often end with her getting hurt in order to protect someone else. Bio: Lapis's father met and fell in love with Isis when he was performing down in Egpyt. Her mother eventually ended up pregnant with Lapis which caused slight problems between Isis and her husband Osiris. Although in the end he came to accept what happened between Lapis's father and Isis. They came up with a plan to have Lapis's maternal side a secret until she was 10 so Lapis and her father moved away from Egypt when Lapis was born. As Lapis grew older her father introduced her to the world of entertainment, keeping her mother a secret like it was planned. Lapis became an entertainer when she was only five and followed in her father's footsteps until the day her father passed away due to illness when she was seven. It was then that Isis came and retrieved the girl and told her of her heritage. Isis and Osiris took it upon themselves to raise Lapis from that point on, Osiris becoming a second father to the girl. Lapis grew from that point on to who she is today. A traveling entertainer but also a protector of life. Following in both of her parents' footsteps.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai Rorack's eyebrow arched and he smiled, "I would love to have you accompany me even if it is only temporarily. Though something that may displease you is I won't be disclosing my social statis unless it really needs to be known." He narrowed his eyes and switch to a serious expression on that last part making sure emphasis was put on it. I will not use my social rank unless I need some emergency funds. I don't know if that will discourage the boy from joining me but I want him to know the rules before he joins with me, if he even does.</s> <\|message\|>Lapis "No offense to your bodyguard but what good will he be at protecting her against a bounty hunter with more supernatural powers. I know I may not seem like much but protecting others runs through my blood." Lapis told him a look of pure determination on her face. Her mother's blood was on the forefront now. An almost ethereal glow coming off of her skin as the magic from her mother's blood coursed through her veins.</s> <\|message\|>Saya Leonheart "Hm?" Alexander looked at her curiously before smiling. "I see. It's true that he has no powers," he said as the bodyguard seem unfazed, as though this had been pointed out in the past. "Plus, your determination impresses me." he said, his smile widening a bit. This had the potential to simplify matters for him. "Well, if you can protect her, I'd be glad to have your help, miss Lapis." --- Saya finished organizing the pantry and was about to get to work cooking before the old woman said, "You can take a break, dear. We can do the rest." Saya looked at her and nodded before leaving the kitchen. She wondered if it was because of the small fire from before as she walked through the hallways. She ended up going back to the garden and sitting down in the flower bed. She picked one of the blue flowers next to her and looked at it. She put it in her hair and laid down, looking up at the sky.</s> <\|message\|>Lapis Lapis smiled, "It is a part of who I am and after what a great customer you were it is the least I can do." She told him. "I don't believe I have met your sister though so I will need you to introduce me to her and you should probably explain the situation to her. She does have the right to know. "</s> <\|message\|>Bala DewStein "I knew it...I knew he'd want me to join and was a bit too excited and suuure....I figured he was not going to use his status...looks like we will be camping in the wild and streets like usual. I sure know how to pick them... Bala thought "That's ok, it's your call to make either way. I'm used to the camping and traveling, not having much..so it's not a big deal." trying to be as yielding as possible. He heard the seriousness in his voice about the status situation. "even if we don't use his status...I have new muscle to keep more powerful people and Nobles off me. I know of nobles in these different towns...I did sleep with a noble's daughter once...and now she's fallen for male slaves...she's more than likely baring one's offspring now...so I'm sure I can find another to degrade...</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Leonheart Alexander nodded and said, "She should be back home right now." He then remembered that Lapis was in between performances. "After you're done here, I'll take you to see her if that's alright?"</s> <\|message\|>Lapis "Sounds good to me. I only have one more performance so if you excuse me I shall go do that then we can continue from there." Lapis said before turning and beginning to walk, she then stopped and looked over her shoulder. "You are always welcome to come watch." She added with a wink before heading back to where she performs. When she walked to what was her stage in a sense the musicians began to play and the show immediately started, this show was the special one of the day since it included her wings and flying through the air which always captivated the audience even more so than her shows normally did.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My ears perked up to the announcement for a show of metal works. Looking for the source, I wondered if this show was hosted by a truly talented blacksmith or some similar occupation. I'd rush through the crowd, trying not to push people out of the way but my massive size made this impossible. Towering over the crowd, my candle like eyes focused on the girl, center staged, and her crafts.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Leonheart Alexander didn't have any more business to take care of, so he decided that he would watch. He only got close enough to see since he did not want to disturb the crowd too much.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai Rorack did a half smile hearing Bala was willing to travel with him. "Well then get what you need and meet me at the front gate in twenty minutes. There is something I would like to see before heading out," giving Bala a slight bow he headed off towards the crowd of people.</s> <\|message\|>Bala DewStein "Get what I need?...I have what I need strapped to my back...I just need to grab a bag of coins and I'm good to go." Bala nodded "Alright....see ya around..." giving a small salute and going back into the brothel, walking into his chambers where the three girls were still waiting for him but entertained themselves while he was away. The smell of wine and smoke from the peace pipe and hookahs filled the brothel and his chambers up as he grabbed the coins he made...well...stolen and traded to make. Strapping the coins on his side and a little extra down his pants just in case anyone tried stealing what he had, Bala pointed to the girls "Don't you say a damn word to Zaldana about me leaving. I don't want to hear her damn mouth. You whore can continue doing whatever...I'll be back soon...and don't use up all of my oil either!" he said looking around making sure his boss was nowhere in sight.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Of Night@dragonmancer Rorack was curious as to what the girl was going to do. Walking up he stood beside a really tall fellow. Feeling slightly drawn to him as if he were related to him but not in a familial manner. He looked up at the man/beast, "I don't think I have seen one of your kind before," Rorack said trying to get a conversation out of him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @King Tai Roxane was skipping down past the stalls she wasn't interested in. Many of the places she thought were useless she would often vandalize. Not paying attention she bumped and fell onto a small boy. "Hey you little twerp, you need to watch were you stand," she angrily griped.</s> <\|message\|>Saghira Kadar the Thief "Um...I-I was wanting to find m-maybe a.....map for...travel...and...I would like...to see...what attractions this town have." Saghira's grin stretched a little wider, watching Nilos--his elder and superior--anxiously stuttering about. Of all the people to be scared of talking to, this was very flattering! Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure he knew where that all was himself--he wasn't a native, despite appearances. But judging by his lighter skin tone and dress, Nilos probably wasn't used to the common market set-up of the region, while Saghira had been navigating these types of venues all his life. And being as jittery as his new friend was...Saghira was happy to help. He opened his mouth to say so, but just got a mouthful of sand and a half-elf on top of him, being rather rude about the whole thing. X @Kit DewStein @King Tai</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Kit DewStein Titania hadn't slowed down even a bit, her eyes darted around to each person as they walked over and had themselves a good look at all her items, not only was she talking to each person and smiling brightly but her expert eyes for detail were watching every person to make sure no one tried to rob her, She was not going to go hungry tonight. While doing this her eyes scanned across the crowd and the person who stood out to her was a very large man with glowing candle eyes, not a completely unbelievable sight in this crazy mixed up world, but still quite odd. And next to him stood another powerful looking man, However she wasn't there to gawk the five minutes had passed and she needed to get started. With a deep breath she spoke to the medium sized group that had gathered, including the two strange men, "Alright everyone if you could just step back about 10 feet. I'll start the show." After everyone had taken the time to step back Titania picked up an old sword that she had found in a ditch a few days prior, it was cracked in many places, rusted and quite damaged. then she grabbed a piece of iron. Titania held them up so everyone could see and then when she pulled them back down in front of herself the "fireworks" really began. Her hands suddenly started to glow until they were as hot as a forge and she began working on the sword, heating the metal with her bare hands and basically reforging the sword in a matter of minutes. Once it was ready for the anvil she laid the sword down on it, let her hands cool down and then she reached her hand into the air and let out a loud whistle as a Blacksmith's hammer seemed to fall right out of the sky and land perfectly in it. She began working quickly a true master of her craft, suddenly a shadow covered the crowd and what looked like a Hawk landed on her shoulder, upon further inspection the crowd would begin gasping at the realization that the bird was completely made of steel and iron with a soft blue light glowing in it's eyes and between the gears in it's chest. Titania was completely unfazed at Horus's presence, he always watched her work so she barely even noticed he was there. with a deep breath she picked up the sword that now looked brand new, with the tips of her fingers she slowly sharpened it, sending sparks flying for the crowd effect. After that she held up the beautiful new sword for the crowd to see, sharp and shining beautifully in the sun of the hot day, "All the weapons I'm selling are made in this way...with the touch of the gods..." Titania turned to her wagon and pulled off a little box about 1 square foot in diameter, it was made of all kinds of gears and metal and on the top was a small button. The moment she sat the box down she pressed the button and the gears started turning something inside and then suddenly the air was filled with peaceful and beautiful music. A sweet and attractive smile played across Her lips as she went and stood behind her booth, people now buying much more than before.</s> <\|message\|>Nilos @Kit DewStein When Saghira was about to speak and Nilos about to listen intently, Saghira was knocked down by this elf woman who snapped at him "Oh! Saghira!" Nilos said hurrying to kneel down and try to help him "Are you okay Saghira?" then turning to the elf "Are you hurt anywhere, Miss?" Nilos asked politely to the half elf girl. The look of worry was on his face, looking at the two. Last thing he wanted to see was people getting injured.</s> <\|message\|>Roxane Hunter Tai@Entropsy "MISS? Do I look like a damn grandma," Roxane snapped at Nilos. Getting up she brushed herself off, "Man you look like a wuss." She looked him up and down.</s>	<\|message\|>Lapis As the finale to her performace Lapis created a giant sand snake that she rode on the head of making it go up about 30ft in the air before the sand snake exploded into fireworks of a sort as she began to free fall. The crowd gasped as she let herself fall until about 5ft from the ground when her wings shot out of her bag and she propelled herself back into the air with a spin as she released butterflies of light right as the music came to an extravagant end. Lapis flew down to the ground and landed folding her wings as she bowed. People came up to her talking about her show and others asked her to perform at a dinner party or something along the same lines. When the crowd finally calmed and dispersed Lapis made her way back over to Alex stretching her wings one last time before they disappeared into her back. "I am all yours now." Lapis said before realizing how that could come off. "Not in that way though, I mean I'm done with performances and can offer my assistance" She blurted out flushing from embarrassment.</s>
<\|description\|>Lapis Sex: Female Age: 20 Social Rank: Mutt Mother - Isis; Egyptian Goddess of Protection, Magic, Healing, and Wisdom Father - Entertainer of the Middle Class Appearance: Powers: Lapis has a natural affinity for magic but instead of just learning magic as a whole she focused on learning light magic, sand magic, and protection magic. Light due to its beauty and it's usefulness in the world of entertainment and due to her grandfather's little shows he put on for her using light from the sun. Sand due to her heritage and her connection to Egypt. Protection magic due to her mother being the goddess of protection, protection magic is mainly just barriers and shields and such. Lapis also learned a single transportation spell that allows her to teleport either herself or a group of people(including herself) to where ever she wishes. She typically only teleports herself to Egpyt to visit her mother and god side of the family. Lapis has natural healing abilities. She not only is adept at knowing how to treat wounds and different herbs that help with different situations(her natural wisdom helps) but she also has the ability to heal faster than normal and she can heal others(partially due to her natural affinity to magic despite the healing being separate from her magic). Healing herself and others does take a toll on her though so she only does it on occasion. Her mother is often depicted with magical wings of a sort and Lapis inherited said wings. She can grow and hide her wings whenever she pleases. Her wings are depicted in the picture below. Personality: Lapis is quite friendly and outgoing. She has a bright and bubbly personality and is a natural born entertainer. She has a way with words and can be quite enchanting which helps her captivate audiences. Lapis also has a strong sense of protectiveness over everyone due to her mother's blood running through her. When she can, she offers her assistance which can often end with her getting hurt in order to protect someone else. Bio: Lapis's father met and fell in love with Isis when he was performing down in Egpyt. Her mother eventually ended up pregnant with Lapis which caused slight problems between Isis and her husband Osiris. Although in the end he came to accept what happened between Lapis's father and Isis. They came up with a plan to have Lapis's maternal side a secret until she was 10 so Lapis and her father moved away from Egypt when Lapis was born. As Lapis grew older her father introduced her to the world of entertainment, keeping her mother a secret like it was planned. Lapis became an entertainer when she was only five and followed in her father's footsteps until the day her father passed away due to illness when she was seven. It was then that Isis came and retrieved the girl and told her of her heritage. Isis and Osiris took it upon themselves to raise Lapis from that point on, Osiris becoming a second father to the girl. Lapis grew from that point on to who she is today. A traveling entertainer but also a protector of life. Following in both of her parents' footsteps.</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein "Hm? fishing for your rank? I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just simply mentioning what Inns we have so you would know what to expect to look for but since you've brought that up....nice to meet a pure blood...and Hope, is it? That's a pretty name. I'm Bala...." he said watching her. She's starting to think I'm up to something.... at that moment Rorack came over and spoke to the girl "What's he up to? is he trying to get in my way from getting her or using her or does he want me for himself?" watching him a moment, focused. He made the face that said: what are you doing? towards Rorack</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein@King Tai Hope turned to look at the new arrival as he bowed to me. "Yes actually I asked here were I could find an Inn to stay at and he told me about all three the slave, the middle class and the noble Inns." I replied. "I told him either the middle class or noble Inn would fine." I turned toward Bala and said "Nice to meet you Bala." I then turned back to the new arrival. "I'm Hope Morgan. And you are?" I asked the man.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "Hope, that is a beautiful name," the male said with a flick of his tail, "My name is Rorack. You should check out Fire Stone Inn, my father owns the place. Though it is on the expensive side...I know what I can do." Opening a pouch he pulled out three large sized rubies. "This should get you two nights and food on the inn," he informed Hope while handing them to her. Happy to help out he turned to Bala to receive an expression that confused him. "What," Rorack asked with a questioning look.</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala smiled at Hope and when Rorack offered to pay for her stay, he caught a glimpse at what this guy was packing. If this was a hint to let him know how far up he could get, this was it. While he talked to Hope and finished looking over at him and asked 'what?' Bala walked over whispering "Okay...what's that all about? are you trying to rush me to go with you?" he asked curiously. "Talk about trying to hide your status huh..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein@King Tai "Nice to meet you Rorack and you dont have to pay for the room but thank you anyway can you point me in the right direction of your father Inn?" Hope said and she looked between Bala and Rorack. She noticed that Rorack was quite handsome. She watched as Bala went over and whispered something into Roracks ear. "Umm I can go if you two need to talk." Hope said and smiled at the two men that approached after she entered the city. Though she could tell Bala was after something, but she could not tell if it was bad or good yet.</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard @King Tai "Ah yes, just head straight down that way and look for the building that has the dragon scales all over the front," Rorack informed her, "You don't need to leave if you don't want to either." Turning back to Bala he cocked his head, "Rush you to go with me? I am just helping someone out. And as I said before my social rank is no concern of yours. I don't like giving it out because it makes people treat me different depending on who it is. I also hate having to keep up appearances with my rank as I find it...well a drag."</s> <\|message\|>Bala @Kit DewStein Bala looked on at Rorack giving a sigh "Nothing...nevermind...let's just get going..." turning to Hope "Yeah you're not being a bother but perhaps we'll see each other some time....possibly go out for some drinks with my friend and I" Bala mentioned "I guess we are more like associates than friends...I don't have friends...but having these two on my side knowing they are of higher rank will definitely help me get out of this shit hole....Zaldana will have to pay me just to be in my presence..."</s> <\|message\|>Hope Morgan DewStein @King Tai "Thank you again Rorack. And no I think I would head out I want to get a room rented and then get some food I have not eaten in a bit and I am hungry." Hope said. "It was nice to meet you Rorack and Bala and I hope to see you both around here again I plan on stay for a while." Hope said again. "Have a good day and see you both around" Hope put the ruby's that Rorack gave her in her bag and head off in the direction he pointed looking for the Inn he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fenfeir sighs feeling his coinpurse" I sold a ship for so little"he looks crestfallen and decides to look for an inn" hopefully I can make a little more coin in this city" he spots a small group of people walking towards an inn as he spots the sparkle of a gem causing his gaze to linger" well then</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ Now most people would have run in terror, while even braver men would have at least been a bit shaken by his transformation. Titania however, was to excited to even imagine being afraid, "Oh wow..." She began walking around him getting rather close, mentally measuring things and getting an idea for his shape, "You sure know how to peak a girls interest that's for sure." She walked the length of his tail and took a good look at everything, "I assume you still want to be able to fly?" She began looking over and scrutinizing him before slowly nodding to herself, "The good news is I have a very dangerous idea, the bad news is the metal I would require is rare but worth the price..." She finally locked eyes with him and a smirk of her own formed on her lips, "What if I told you I could make you an armor that not only would be durable enough to protect you in this massive form but...Also could transform with you to fit your two sizes..." The glow in her eyes was one of dangerous excitement, she could barely contain all her enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen shakes his head and hops onto a building sighing" I can't just go around trying to take people's things"he looks around and sees a gray wing. growing curious he moves soundlessly towards the object coming to cover over a dragon he smiles and hides thinking " holy crap a dragon just chilling in an alleyway...wonder if it knows a good place to sleep." He hops onto the side as a piece of roofing comes loose falling down towards them.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night My eyes watched her, smiling as if I enjoyed the attention of my form being appreciated so. "Hah, of course I still want to fly," I said, boasting a bit. As she observed me I would show off what my body had to offer in the form, mostly by slithering the tail and raising the wings. It was the first time someone had ever shower such interest and excitement for my glorious body, which only fed my ego further and gave me a toothy grin, or an attempt at one, through my dinosaur like head. My leathery, lizard like black scales draped over my body. After she had finished looking over me, I would flap my wings once, which caused a wave of air to spread about me, powerful enough to mimic the air waves of a helicopter taking off. Doing this as to show off more. My now forked tongue licked the air briefly, and I would hunch down further so my head was close to her. "Sounds perfect to me. Where do we get this metal?" My reptilian, illuminating eyes beaming back to her. Tail flicking behind me and wings resting in a frozen position. "Such an armor is definitely something worth my wealth." My voice got a bit softer, not as enchanting as the fire-like voice I previously had, and had a minor echoing effect to it. The axe I had on my back was big enough to fit on me, it even looked like it could be wielded by my clawed hands.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Fen tries landing gracefully as to minimize the damage from the two story fall as the dragon flaps it's wings and throws off his landing causing him to roll and face plant into the dragons forearm.he sits motionless for a few moments before regaining consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd My eyes darted away from the beautiful blacksmith to the bothersome presence that fell in my arm. My burning eyes glared at the stranger that had decided to leap on me. "Who goes there?" I said with a more menacing tone to the stranger. As he regained conscience I would drop him on the ground and press my right theropod-like foot against the lower half of his body, in an attempt to imprison him.</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar He feels his legs becoming pinned down and before he can pull away he's held fast and laughs" I guess the stories don't joke about a dragons strength " he looks up into your eyes with a defiant smirk." Sorry I fell on you your wings goofed my landing. He lays his hands behind his head and asks with intentions of fueling his ego and learning more about him" I'm sorry to have disturbed such a mighty individual such as yourself and will use every skill I have to compensate someone so much greater than i" he bows low</s> <\|message\|>~Titania Smith~ @Fenfeir Titania watched with rapt attention as he slithered his tail and raised his wings, he was definitely an amazing creature to say the least, not only that but he also wanted her to make this crazy transforming armor she had thought of and to her this day could not get better, "It's a metal called Mithril...And it's rarer and harder to get a hold of than any other..." She raised her index finger, "Either the two of us...or just me...would have to go on a quest to retrieve enough Mithril to make your armor..." She would have continued speaking when suddenly a strange man just fell into their conversation and her employer proceeded to pin him to the ground, "Was he spying or lost?"</s> <\|message\|>Rorack Firebeard Tai@BookGirl1993 "See you around Hope. Enjoy your stay," Rorack said waving to her. Shifting his gaze to Bala he raised a brow and smiled, "Friends huh? You are warming up fast." Putting his arm around Bala's shoulder as a friendly gesture he started walking with him outside the gate.</s> <\|message\|>Fafnir Sigurd Of Night "I will happily accompany you on this quest." I grinned back at her. "Hopefully that will give me a discount." pleased by his praising, id give the intruder a cocky and sly smirk through my draconic head. "Mm, you should listen well to such legends, child. Dragons such as myself should not be trifled with. You should be careful not to invoke the wrath of Fafnir, the great and terrible."</s> <\|message\|>Fenfeir Brazenstar Seeing his flattery had paid off he continues his facade" I will happily take up any task you ask of me Lord Fafnir " he bows his head again a smiles on his face as he thinks " this might be the stupidest or smartest thing I've ever done ." he looks up at the lady. " oh hi there" he says with a smile despite his death could come at the dragons whim</s>	<\|message\|>Lapis Lapis glanced around the house as they entered, she instantly was reminded of the temple her mother and step-father resided in. Although they were distinctly different they shared a similar size. Lapis then noticed the garden once they got there and smiled upon seeing the girl. She smiled warmly to the girl as Alex told her what was happening. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Leonheart. I'm Lapis as your brother said." Lapis told her bowing slightly towards the girl seeing as she was a Leonheart, at least to Lapis' knowledge. "I'm sure you are wondering why your brother would allow someone like me, a simple performer, be in charge of your protection. But I feel like you should know that I have a heightened sense of protecting everyone due to my mother's blood running through my veins and I will stop at nothing to make sure you survive and that the bounty will not be filled." Lapis informed her, smiling the whole time.</s>
<\|description\|>Aheahe Kalani Age: Seventeen Sex: Female Appearance: Aheahe is of decent build standing at five feet' seven inches with an athletic build. You will normally catch him wearing casual attire, hoodies and joggers most of the time, even during more formal settings. He has light brown skin that of which is comparable to caramel or mocha with brown hair to match, generally kept short and messy. Though un-matching and genetically rare, Aheahe has a set of ocean-blue eyes that seem to have caught the attention of quite a few people throughout his life. Image credit! Parent(s): Hephaestus Biography: Aheahe had a rather peaceful upbringing. His single mother owned an Auto care which Aheahe's older brother helped work in. It was their only source of income, and as such, kept Aheahe out to not risk him breaking anything or hurting himself. Especially since as a child Aheahe was rather energetic and his playing around usually led to cuts and bruises one way or the other. Entering early-teen years, that would slow down as Aheahe became more laid back and mature, therefore being allowed to enter the shop more. Aheahe would spend most of his time there watching his family work on automobiles, picking up skills and learning the lingo, Aheahe would then begin studying cars and then technology in general. He found his interests peak and would soon come to a minor discovery which his family was supportive in. Then a major one which was the discovery of his powers, although he wasn't aware they were powers then. It was just described as a knack for finding problems as Aheahe constantly had accurate feelings on what was wrong with automobiles when his mother and brother became stumped. Turns out that was good for business as it helped repairs become quicker. The next few years of his life has nothing important to note. Typical teenager things. Video games, parties, heartbreaks, sneaking out, etc. It wasn't until recently that he would realize his knack of sensing problems was possibly because he was the child of a God. After a small encounter with a creature in the shop that resulted in his mother, who has the sight, and a Satyr saving him, he was offered to join Camp Half-Blood for his safety. After having Camp Half-Blood explained to Aheahe, he would agree to join, especially since his mother begged him to go. Abilities: Being the child of Hephaestus, naturally, Aheahe has resistance to heat and can sense the faults in machines. His powers hasn't developed past that point, but he is rather tech savvy and a reliable cook.</s> <\|message\|>Skye Nicholas Skye Skye had just been standing there with a confused expression on her face, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. The worst was that she'd be stuck there all night while the best was that she'd be treated to a full banquet with rock music and dancing. Yeah, it was unlikely, but she could dream couldn't she? Someone better get here soon, or I'll lose it. Of course, 'losing it' to Skye meant getting slightly more frustrated than before, and maybe kicking a sign down. To pass the time, Skye took a look around camp. Many things caught her eye, especially an enormous rock climbing wall that seemed to have... lava and boulders as obstacles. That seemed a bit dangerous. A lake sat almost directly in the center of the camp with some campers canoeing across it. The thing that most caught her eye, however, was the strawberry field across the river from where she was standing. Rows and rows of greenery and dirt seemed to stretch on for miles. There was a scattering of kids wandering through the lines, bending down occasionally to inspect or pick one of the delectable treats. Strawberries were her favorite fruit by far and often reminded her of working with her mother in the shop. Her fondest memories were of the days spent eating juicy strawberries and drinking lemonade at the park, on the rare occasion that her mother was happy. At that moment, a girl spoke, jerking her out of her daydream about strawberries and causing her to jump. "Sorry, you startled me." She took a deep breath and smiled, trying to act as friendly as possible. "I honestly have no idea. Oh, I'm Skye! Nice to meet you! Do you know who your parent is? Have you met any mythical creatures? Were you brought by a satyr like me or did you come some other way? I hope that we'll like it here. Who knows, maybe we'll have the same parent! That would be cool; we could sleep near each other and talk about everything! I'm excited to see what kind of activities we'll do here!" A huge grin covered Skye's face as she rambled, giving away her excitement and joy at being at the camp. Maybe it would be somewhere she actually belonged. Cam Cam had been waiting for a reply when someone new joined their happy gathering. He probably arrived less than a minute after Cam, though the latter hadn't seen or heard the former while travelling. After the new kid finally caught up with the group, Cam smiled warmly and held out a hand. "Hey, Newbie. Not that I'm one to talk. Anyway, I'm Cam," he said, holding his hand out for a nice welcoming handshake. "This is New Girl #1 who arrived here before me." He gestured to the girl without armor, who hand't gotten the chance to reply to his inquiry about her name. "I wonder if so many kids arrive at the same time every time they get new recruits? Because here comes someone else." Cam glanced up the way they came and saw another kid heading their way. "Hey, it's another girl," Cam remarked, jostling the first girl he met. When New Girl #2 arrived, he spread his arms out like a tour guide demonstrating the grounds of an estate. "Welcome to the family, New Girl #2! The name's Cam, this," he gestured to the first girl, "is New Girl #1 - she was here first. Then, I came and caught up to her. Pretty soon, we were joined by," he brought his hand to the other guy, "New Guy #2. So, what's your name, so I don't have to keep adding numbers to people. I'm not that great at math." After he was finished with basic introductions, Cam turned back toward the camp and added, "I'm getting really eager over here, so let's walk and talk some." He promptly followed {Guard #1} and beckoned the others to do the same. summers@knightandday@xxlyraxx</s> <\|message\|>Isabella Wayne A collab between Dooc(Expllo) and Jason A Message Summary: Isabella is thinking over the implications of a scouting report and decides she needs assistance in the matter. Who does she ask? None other than Chiron at Camp Half-Blood. --- Sitting back in her chair, Isabella sighed as she looked over the same report from earlier that morning. Troubling news indeed, and frankly it was something she wasn't sure her legion could actually handle on their own. So that meant she would likely need to ask the graceus for help. Not something a Roman was particularly proud to admit, but sacrifices had to be made. Not to mention, she was fairly sure this threat was something Chiron would wish to know. With that thought in her mind, the girl pushed away from the desk and stood to leave. Taking a moment to straighten out her armor. "Of course I decided to put all this on early, smart thinking." She grumbled in a sarcastic manner before heading out behind the principalia and to the small, tiber-fed found she had installed. Producing a small coin from her pocket, the girl tossed it into the rainbow and began to recite the incantation Chiron had taught her. "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me, Chiron at Camp Half-Blood!" After checking up on Isa one final time, Chiron made his way outside to sit on the deck and wait to welcome more campers. In less than a minute did a rainbow circle suddenly appear in front of him almost causing him to jerk. "Well that was unexpected," he mumbled. "How are you doing, Praetor Wayne?" Raising an eyebrow in Chiron's direction, the girl remained silent breifly before she gave a calm response. "These things are always unexpected, need I remind you of the time I was in the shower and you called? I still stand by my statement that it would be easier if we just used phones, regardless of it pulling monsters or not. Either way, I am doing well today. An influx of recruits from Lady Lupa, so a bit busy." She said then sighed slightly, a minor look of irritation on her face. "Either way, I didn't call to be social. I've come across some... troubling new in reports from my scouts. Something big enough that I think we might need to work together in order to succeed." she said before falling silent once more. Chiron's cheeks flustered when she mentioned that time but he shook his head slightly, focusing back on her words. He placed a finger on his chin, thinking, allowing his eyes to drift away for a moment before they found their way onto Isabella once more. "Doesn't sound good. What is it, exactly?" "As I am sure you know my... lack of trust for communication such as this, I will only say that all signs point to your father being involved at some level. However, there is more to it... but I wish to discuss that in person. Will I be able to trust that there will be lodging at Camp Half-Blood in about... a week's time? It is something we must discuss, and something I am not comfortable setting out on the airwaves like this. I do apologize for any inconvcience I may be causing." She said firmly, hoping to make it clear that she would not be discussing such details unless she were there in person, or vice versa. Chiron sighed at the mention of his father. "It's fine. Stop by when you can and we'll discuss it then." "Very well, I shall consult with my recon teams who discovered the issue and get all the information I can from them, if you have anybody on your end who might have an idea in the slightest what he's up to, please let me talk with them. Subject to anything else you wish to discuss, I bid thee pleasant day, Master Chiron." She said with an elegant bow, as Isabella had always been a bit fond of such formalities when they were nessesscary. Chiron smiled. "Just Chiron works, you know? Have a pleasant day as well, Isabella." With that he waved his hand through the rainbow, ending the call. Nodding the old centaur's direction as the call ended, Isabella let out a sigh as weight seemed to be lifted from her chest. That was something off her chest, as she figured Chiron would know what to do a bit more than her. He had, afterall, been training heroes a bit longer than she had. Spinning on a heel, the silver haired girl then turned to head back to her office. Upon reaching the office, the girl breifly inspected her appearance in the mirror until she was satisfied that she looked presentable. With that out of the way, the girl walked over to her massive sword sitting in its stand on the wall. "Oh, how I've missed you gorgeous." She said with a small smile before reaching up and grabbing the weapon. Sheathing it on her back, Isabella would then slide her braclet onto her left forearm, knowing it would deploy into a shield when she needed it. Turning to head back out, the girl called over her shoulder, "Verum! Come on sleepyhead! Lets go meet the new recruits!" She said in an almost singsong voice, her tone reflecting the brightened mood she had from getting that weight off her chest. As the large, black shadow that was her Direwolf got up from its spot under her desk; the girl walked out of the room. Heading towards the parade grounds where the recruits should be arriving soon, Isabella figured she'd just arrive a bit early and check on things. It'd be fun.</s>	<\|message\|>Aheahe Kalani The True God of Camp Jupiter Ariel watched as, in the distance, a group of people led by a guard began approaching the compound. Must be the new recruits. Ariel look down and frowned at his outfit. The one that he's changed about a thousand times already. Okay, last change! Something simple! Ariel snapped his fingers, changing his attire entirely. Now wearing a purple and black tuxedo with diamonds dazzled across the collars and cuffs. There was a light amount of make-up on his face to emphasize his best features, which was everything, but he'd keep it simple for now with just his cheekbones. As the group approached he placed his hands on his hips and gave his best smile, his perfect teeth literally shining alongside the sun. The entire group would suddenly feel drawn to Ariel as he spread his arms outwards, letting his Venus powers come into play so he could gather their attention. Not that he needed it though considering it was him, but he figured he shouldn't play around. "Welcome to Camp Jupiter everyone!" Ariel winked. "The praetor should be out shortly to greet you all but until then feel free to ask me any questions that you may have."</s>
<\|description\|>Anthony Brighton "Do what you're told for now, you can do as you wish when others' lives don't depend on you." Nickname: I'll let this develop IC if at all Gender: Male Age and date of birth: 16 years old, born March 7th, 1998 Age Appearance: 17 Sexuality:Heterosexual Godly Parent: Mercury Mortal Parent(s): Bethany Brighton is his mother, Arnold Stanton is his stepfather Siblings: Lisa Stanton, age 13 Height and build: 6'2" with average to somewhat athletic build Weight: 198 lbs Favorite weather and season: Ask him yourself Appearance: Personality: He's a generally friendly guy, but sticks to orders he's given as best he can. He expects people that work with him to follow instructions under any circumstances, as he doesn't want to lose people due to a lack of order. If he needs to discipline someone for something, he'll try to do it in an unexpected way if he can, but will adhere to usual punishment methods if need be. He likes for people to be creative when they can, but not when orders are given. If he had to choose between him dying, or anyone else, he'd almost always choose himself, as he knows his abilities are better for escaping if the chance exists at all. He likes listening to music in his off-time, especially music written or performed by people at the camp itself, when the opportunity arises. He also likes the idea of sparring and team sparring as a training method, as it can help people to understand why good leadership and teamwork can save lives. History: Anthony was born to a single mother, who had to work hard to support herself and her child. Of course, this trouble didn't last long enough for Anthony to remember it, as by the end of the first year with this, his mother found a man who was kind enough to add to the finances long enough for Bethany to secure a better paying job. Soon enough, Bethany and Arnold married, having a child between the two of them to go with the already existing Anthony. As Anthony began to grow, he found a love for music and art. He didn't learn how to do either one very well, but he definitely practiced enough to be okay in some areas, such as playing guitar and drawing. As he grew a bit more, he found he was also pretty fast on his feet, and kind of enjoyed running as well. He started splitting his free time between practicing music and running while listening to music, drawing dropping from his most common activities. One day, the wolves arrived to take him to the wolf-house, confusing him, but he got used to it. He trained hard, making sure to follow instructions and to only listen to music, run in his free time, or draw (however little he did), when he absolutely had free time. After he finished his training, he wandered towards the camp. On the way, he found himself harassed by a few monsters, but he ran, using his speed to his advantage to avoid the battles for now, but he'd be sure to mention that monsters in case the camp wanted to take them out. Eventually, he found the camp, and began his service. Theme Song (Optional)(A link to the video) Weapons/Items Name of Weapon or Item: Standard Spear Description: A regular spear Appearance: Name of Weapon or Item: Standard Shortsword Description: A regular shortsword Appearance: Skills: Good ability with a spear Some leadership (developed through his time in the camp) Naturally cunning (trait passed down from his father that will also be in abilities) Some knowledge of his abilities Abilities: Good stamina (from his time running) Dextrous (so he can do some things like theft, or fine movements to manipulate his weapon) Naturally cunning (see skills) Average at a lot of things (trait passed down from his father, who is good at a lot of things, rather than average) Powers: * Jack of All Trades - Average to somewhat good at a large variety of things * Enhanced Speed - Can move up to 50 miles per hour at his current ability (though moving at this speed is draining) * Lock Manipulation - Can understand how locks work, and can more easily pick a lock because of this * Enhanced Athletic Ability - His father's the god of athletics along with many other things, so he's above average in athleticism</s> <\|message\|>Isabella Wayne The Legion Isabella Wayne \| Praetor \| Camp Jupiter --- Pausing to adjust the pinching armor on her shoulder, Isabella frowned slightly at nothing in particular. Just the minor annoyance having to adjust the armor once more, though she was confident that it would stay still this time around... it was pretty irritating. The unexpected pause in their journey caused a small whine to emit from next to the girl. Looking over, she noticed the Direwolf standing there and staring up at her with a confused expression. Why? The beast seemed to be asking, a bit confused at the sudden stop when he had thought hey were heading out to view the new recruits. "Relax, Verum. I'm only fixing my armor, we can keep going now." The girl said calmly as she began to head off, patting her leg for the beast to follow. As she walked from the Praetoria, the girl would have to pass through the parade grounds. Seeing the legion in formation, Isabella figured she would check in with the centurion, who seemed to be none other than Anthony, and give a little surprise inspection. Musing over how she would handle anybody who was out of dress or alignment, the girl began heading over towards Anthony so he would see her coming. Giving the centurion plenty of time to call the Legion to attention. Afterall, it would be quite unfair to surprise him while still expecting him to preform his job to the best of his abilities. She wasn't that evil, at least not towards her own legion. Finally reaching the boy, Isabella wore a calm expression as the legion would be called to attention. Scanning over the boy with a critical eye, Isabella was all business at the moment. At any other time, the girl would have loved the sight of one as handsome as Anthony... but alas, she had other things on her mind at the moment than flirting. "Looking good, Centurion Brighton. Good to see that you've finally managed to clean your armor correctly." She jabbed playfully before gesturing towards the legion in formation. "Surely, you won't mind me looking through your formation to ensure everything is in order?" She said, though it was not much of a question. As Isabella was going to do just that no matter what his response was to the question. Meanwhile, Verum had taken his place at Isabella's side, sitting and watching the Legion in formation. Not that he would be doing the inspection, but the beast did enjoy trying to intimidate the recruits.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Nolan Amy Nolan Amy and Skye waited some more and at some point Amy started to become seriously bored. She was hoping something exciting would happen like a satyr that would show up to show them the camp. But there was no goat legged individual around. In the end it was a boy that came up to them. A boy with an eyepatch. That was pretty cool. There was a brief thought as to how the boy had gotten this eyepatch. Had he lost an eye in a battle against a monster or something like those that Heracles and Theseus had fought back in the day (the idea that those people might actually have been real was still very strange. What would you even say if you were to meet one of them? Hey, I read you died in a horrible way, sucks). "Yes we are new and a tour would be great. Are you the official guide here or something? I mean I assume that the camp... a summer camp usually has like a guide that brings you to all activities and such..." She paused for a second, looking lost. She hadn't actually ever been to a summer camp. "Oh, my name is Amy.... Nolan. Nice to meet you." Almost as soon as she had finished speaking a third girl walked over apparently also new in the camp. Was this like the official day for new people to join the side of the Greek Gods? Surely there must be a reason why her mom had send her to camp right at this day? She could also have gone another day, or not at all. What was up with her uncles demanding that from her mother anyway? Really, there were too many questions here. But first of all there was this one. After acknowledging the presence of the new girl with a quick nod she turned back to Aiden and asked: "Do you know who your godly parent is? Because me and Skye here have no clue and I was wondering... if there is like a way to find out? Because I sort of want to know now? Does everyone here know who they are descendant of or is that not a very common thing?" @KnightandDay@Arcalept</s> <\|message\|>Elisabeth Burton Liz Burton "So your name is actually Mr. D?" She said. "That's not creepy at all." Liz said to the God seated in front of her. In return she received an angry glare and a hard elbow to her side from Simon, her best friend and satyr as she so recently discovered. She still couldn't quite get used to seeing goat legs where there used to be a pair of muscular calves from her friend who was in a swimming team. She rolled her eyes in bored frustration, or so she'd like to believe herself, and waited for Mr. D to finish his sentence. "Introduce her to the camp." The God said with an angry tone and before Liz could say anything witty in return Simon had led her outside the room. "Don't be stupid Liz. I'm serious. You shouldn't joke around with that guy." He said with a stern look that she wasn't used to from him. Stern looks were something her grandfather did when she asked him about her father. Simon wasn't supposed to do that. "Anyhow, I'll leave it to the other kids to introduce you here. I have to report to other people too in the forest." Simon said as he led Liz outside. "Be a good girl alright?" "Ain't I always?" She sighed more out of habit than anything else and waved him off. She watched him hop over the path with his goatlegs and allowed the exhaustion of the past few days settle in, or trickle past. She didn't know exactly. After ... that had happened while camping at the lake it'd been a wild two-days ride for Long Island, New York. Simon had begun acting very strange as soon as the thing at the lake happened. The burly teenager had abruptly grown a sense of responsability she wasn't quite used from him. She eyed the weird-looking wound on her leg where the thing had grabbed her. It creeped her out. Suddenly she was quite anxious to meet these new people, if only to stop thinking about what happened. She walked up to a group of campgoers who seemed to be as clueless as herself, hoping there would be a tour of some kind. When she approached she heard them discussing 'Godly parents'. This shit again? That Mr. D guy was blabbering about that as well, and even these people bought this ... Well, it probably was true. Simon's legs were a clear indicator that something was not normal here. But Greek Gods? That was some next level shit. "Uh ... Hello. Are you guys new too?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Aheahe Kalani The True God of Camp Jupiter Ariel allowed a moment to pass by as his eyes glossed over the little group in front of him. The Blake guy was cute, and Ariel was digging the undercut. Sadly he didn't have that flare about him, especially with his clothing, but those ones were the most fun to mess with… and the most surprising. Ariel smirked briefly before he took in the girl with the red hair. It was cute. It was fierce! It was… rather basic in the style she had it in currently. She could use some tips. Finally, the small one with their hand up. They were adorable. They looked like a coconut. Ariel pointed a single finger at her, his nails painted purple to match his suit. "What's your question, doll?" Ariel then fabulously spun on his heels and began walking, holding a hand up and snapping. "We'll walk and talk, darlings." Rule number one of being a bad bitch, after all, was independence. Ariel waited on no one, not even the praetor, so they'd be heading towards her. He placed his hands on his hips as he walked with a sway.</s>	<\|message\|>Anthony Brighton Centurion of Camp Jupiter Anthony let his gaze flow from each member of the legion to the next. It was rather interesting to see so many people in lines with fancy armor working for him, at least at the moment. He saw one of the newer members seemed to be a little too far forward. "Glad you're eager, but you should step back a bit. If there's ever a battle, and you're up like that, you'll be more open to attacks. Our formations aren't just appealing, they're good for keeping people from making mistakes, at least at the start of a battle." He gave a quick thumbs-up as the soldier stepped back, bringing the ranks into what he thought was a good place for everyone. As Anthony stepped back to the front, he began to speak loudly for everyone "The praetor should be here soon. Until then-" He glanced to the side, seeing Isabella heading his way. "Well, speak of the devil," he said with a slight grin. "Attention!" He shouted as she began getting closer. It's sad they couldn't be at ease for a moment, but oh well. Anthony glanced to Isabella, his grin still covering his face. He returned, in a similarly playful manner, "Thank you, Praetor. It's been hard to learn, though, with your example." He glanced towards Isabella's direwolf friend as Isabella was mentioning about checking the recruits. "Oh, you absolutely must not check their formation. They're all in terrible position, especially after I checked through myself." His tone changed from the joking tone to a serious one, "I went through and made sure they were mostly correct, I'm sure you'll find it a good example to the new recruits."</s>
<\|description\|>Ueno Laudwen Title: N/A Age: 19 Gender: Male Grade: 4th Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza. Height: 5'11 Weight: 137 Ibs Alignment: Lawful Evil Personality: Ueno is ambition without a definite goal. A man who wishes to make something of himself at all costs, even if he doesn't know where he wants to end up at the end. Ueno is hard working and has little respect for those who take the easy road in life, even if they end up making life easier for him. He believes that part of any great goal or story is the climb, so he doesn't mind clawing his way up to the top. Ueno keeps up a mask of politeness and kindness at almost all times, despite a constant flow of judgmental and callous thoughts that flow bellow. While he is usually quite adept at keeping up his mask, it is easily chipped away at those who undermine his efforts, and is easily enraged by those who try to make others think less of him. Gossips and those who simply start trouble for the sake of trouble are those who easily make Ueno lose himself in rage. Those who end up calling Ueno a friend will often find him somewhat inconsiderate of them. He isn't one to be openly sentimental, but those who hurt people he does like will often need to worry about his urges for revenge. Ueno is one to strike ruthlessly and without remorse at those who'm gain his ire. History: His father, Sir Oswald, is someone Ueno nevers wants to be associated with. Oswald was a joke of a politician, and a joke of a father. Ueno's early life is one that was filled with disappointment and failed attempts of grandeur. Ueno's father was a politician who'se only thought was to appear as what he was not, and would spend all of their family's income of appearing fancy and posh. Constantly in debt and never home, Oswald appeared to the outside world as a success, but in reality his entire life he spent brushing by the skin of his teeth. Ueno's mother was never there, she viewed him as her greatest 'little' mistake and left her in his father's hands as soon as she could. Neither of his parents really wanted to keep him, a remnant of a night of passion that had long seen day. However Oswald was forced to keep him, dare she make a scene and throw him to the wolves otherwise. Most of the things his father did for him were done publicly and without little concern for what Ueno actually wanted or care about. As Ueno aged and grew up, he ended up having a twisted ambition of his own. Once aimed to become a spirit knight and make a name for himself, a new name. He ran away from home as soon as he could play his instrument of choice and changed his name. He would become something great, something that would outshine anyone else. He would outshine even the stars themselves. Instrument and Weapons: Ueno plays an Acoustic guitar that appears broken, fights with a great-sword. Both of were granted to him by Conquest upon their first meeting. Magic: Ueno can control the sword with his mind at a range of up to fifty feet away from him. Other: The Sword he uses it the one at the bottom Conquest Title: N/A Gender: 'Male' Element: Earth/Fire Rank: B Height: 10 Ft. Weight: Idk honestly how much he would weigh. Personality: Conquest is a spirit of few words, especially to those who aren't Ueno. He has little respect for those who aren't his master. Conquest simply wishes to fulfill Ueno's desire and fight at his master's side, well, as much as he can anyway. Conquest speaks with a booming voice that originates from cracks beneath the throne. When he does speak he speaks at most a sentence at a time, and utters either threats or orders. Conquest cares little for the safety of other spirits and will instead distance his master away from them if he can. He actually becomes slightly jealous of others when Ueno converses with other spirits. Conquest wishes to be the only one his master uses, summons, and relies upon. Powers: First of all, when summoned, Throne is immobile and cannot move or change directions. Secondly, his powers can only be 'activated' when Ueno sits upon him. When the two are together as one, Ueno's body merges with the throne and Ueno is only able to move his head. Other then that, he is completely devoid of movement. Augment: Ueno is granted another great-sword that can be controlled when he is seated upon Conquest. Vanguard: Conquest himself controls two living armors that fight by his command. Both of the armors are quite durable, but can be broken down more easily by Water/Wind based attacks. However, if left alone the metal regenerates and they can fight again.</s> <\|message\|>Cass Mormont Cass Mormont While some had struggled to meet the day, others were early risers by nature. As he had done most everyday, Cass Mormont was enjoying his morning amidst the hustle and bustle of the capital's central market place. Nestled between the stall of an affectionate jeweler and stolid textile's merchant, the Bombardier Knight hummed a gentle tune while he idly rolled a ring between his fingers. It was a band of polished silver, with a inset diamond that, while not having nearly enough carrots to grace a nobles finery, was nothing for him to scoff at. "I wonder who's hand you belonged to?" He asked the purloined goods, not expecting an answer. The ring wasn't even to Cass' tastes if he were to be frank. In the Chopin Republic, there was a far greater expression of freedom and creativity in the goods and services, rather than the comparatively utilitarian methods employed in the Bach Empire. Being within Arpeggio's center of trade and commerce at least served as a comfort in that regard. Culture flowed with the exchange of coin, bringing goods, services, and people from all over Da Capo. It was witnessing this that drove Cass to come here as the merchants opened their stalls, and they didn't mind too much since having a Song Knight did wonders to discourage any rowdiness from the consumers. He also wouldn't deny that he got to see a lot of ladies perusing the stalls in all manner of beautiful garb. "You can not pull off those dresses." Came a growl from beneath Cass' collar. He looked down to find his Spirit, currently only a foot long and coiled around his throat. The acerbic dragon, Jormungand, didn't share Cass' appreciation for awaking early. "Don't even bother you damned Trap." Cass chuckled in response, long since used to his grouchy partner. "I'm too proud of my legs to cover them anyway~" Jormungand grumbled in frustration before settling down once more. This was a well worn routine between the two, and even if the acidity never wavered from the Spirit, Cass never took offense. So the knight, his dragon, and a stolen ring stood among the market stalls and greeted the day warmly.</s> <\|message\|>Tiamat Mary Stradford This wasn't a good idea. The thought had run through Tiamat's head multiple times, enough so that she started to seriously doubt her partner's sanity. Not like she hadn't already. On multiple occasions. Mary, her human partner, had strong armed her into agreeing with her newest hair brained scheme, which once again had a high dosage of danger and malarkey stirred into the mix for another chance of "spreading awesomeness to the masses". This idea, however, has probably broken the record for "the stunt that will most likely end the life of Mary Stradford". They were in the plains directly outside of the city in which the Liberation Festival will be held. Tiamat stretched her limbs in preparation for this dangerous maneuver, staring blankly at her partner, who was currently sitting on an innocent looking boulder twice her size with her battle axe strapped to her back. This latest scheme involved the Spirit, with her dauntless strength, throwing her partner, who will be situated ontop of said boulder, high into the air above the city. Then, as the airborne human quickly descended to the ground, she would sing a short piece to summon the Spirit beneath her landing zone, and said Spirit would catch both the boulder and human with perfect ease. There was an immeasurable amount of factors that could cause this stunt to go wrong, such as other foreign objects in the sky, a strong gust of wind, or even Mary fumbling with her voice. If, for some reason or another, her human was unable to summon her in time, she would splatter all across the city streets like a red water balloon. Mary seemed to notice her partner's worry, even though no external factor seemed to outline it, and hopped off of the boulder to pat Tiamat on the shoulder. She needed to kneel and lower herself to the ground in order to do so, but it was well worth it to see a flash of emotion run through the blunette's eyes. "Don't worry Tia, I'll be fine," Mary reassured the Spirit, knowing that the smaller female had many misgivings about her latest shenanigans. The teen lifted herself back up onto her feet and took on a pose with her knuckles on her hips, a cocky expression being sent towards her shorter companion. "After all, don't you remember who I am? I'm Mary Stradford, Queen of Amazingness!" she finished her short monologue with a hearty laugh, and if the Spirit didn't know any better she would have thought that the people within the city would have heard it. The outburst wasn't quite needed, but it took Tiamat's mind off of the highly apparent risks of this stunt. Usually, she would have already declined her involvement within this situation, and dragged Mary into the city kicking and screaming through the front entrance, but her partner hasn't had any "fun" for quite a while. If she didn't allow her to get through her pent up excitement right now, there was no telling what the brunette would do when she got the chance to do something. Mary got back into her position onto the boulder, giving her partner a thumbs up and a uplifting smile to signify that she was ready. Tiamat readied herself as well, checking the trajectory one last time as she grabbed the bottom of the boulder and lifted it above her head with apparent ease. The human ontop of the giant rock let out a little squeal at the sudden change of height, said squeal becoming a boisterous cry of excitement as both human and boulder were sent flying through the sky. As she watched the large projectile fly over the city grounds for her last few moments, Tiamat internally prayed that her human would survive her newest shenanigans before she was dismissed.</s>	<\|message\|>Ueno Laudwen Another day, another disappointment. That phrase flooded Ueno's head the entire morning. He had slept in way longer then he should have, and was extremely disappointed in himself. He wasn't to be late, but the mere fact he hadn't been prepared was already enough to put him on edge for the entire morning. On occasions like these Ueno would wish for a more practical spirit, had Conquest not been a glorified stool he definitely would have been a large help. However, tis not the case. So Ueno would fly through his home and prepare himself for today by himself. He would quickly finish his errands and plan out today's Agenda, and how to best use the tournament to his advantage. Once Ueno had been properly spiffed up, he grabbed Conquest's Acoustic and promptly went outside. He then began to 'talk' to Conquest through a broken string on his guitar. He would whisper to it while heading towards the Colosseum "Conq', chances are we won't be participating today. If that is so, we need to find out who'm we will be fighting and their address. As much as I would love to show you off, we need to win at least the first fight at all costs." No one could ever respect a song knight who couldn't even win the first fight in this festival. Ueno had to make sure that if he was to be known, he was to be known as the victor. "Actually, we might need the address of another participant too. Would be suspicious if only my first contender were to receive one of our 'visits'. Hmm..." And Ueno would continue to ramble to Conquest, who would only reply with silence. As they got closer to the Colosseum, Ueno would be in the middle of explaining who would most likely know who they were fighting first, if the match ups weren't to be made public to everyone. This was interrupted by a chance sighting of a boulder flying through the air like a meteor. A meteor flying straight towards the city. Don't investigate it. Conquest issued the command to Ueno knowing full well it was going to be ignored. The guitar sighed inaudibly as his master ran towards where he thought the meteor was going to land. Curiosity killed the cat, but Ueno knew he had a few lives to spare.</s>
<\|description\|>Taylor Sinclair Title: The Mariachi Age: 18 Gender: Female Grade: 4th Academy: United Academy of Song Knights' of Crescendo Height: 169 cm Weight: 67 kg Alignment: Neutral Neutral Personality: "Life is fragile. Death is simple. So treasure it and celebrate while you can." a simple mantra defines Taylor's outlook on life. Taking everything that comes her way with an easy grin and a witty retort, Taylor moves at her own pace and enjoying herself in whatever manner catches her fancy. Music and drinking becoming a quick favourite. Taylor doesn't consider herself a very deep character, she is easily pleased and is slow to anger, contrary to what her element would imply. She has no triggers, no button to push that will make her rain hellfire down upon you. Taylor will sooner take a nap than plot some revenge scheme History: Taylor has lived a rather normal life with the one exception that she has brushed with death more times than she can count. Near misses with carriages, overzealous sparring partners cutting too deep. It was always as if Death walking along side next to Taylor, putting her close to dying, but never collecting. Eventually with death happening all around her and almost too her for so long, Death in her mind became an old friend that will one day invite her over the its place for a drink. As for her life in the Academy? Well she was well known, but not renowned. People would recognise her and greet her warmly, but she had never exposed her ability to others, passing every exam with a perfect 51%. So no one ever expected much out of her. Instrument and Weapons: Silver Trumpet and falchion with a gold basket hilt both made out of an allow that is highly heat resistant, but when the temperature is hot enough, an elegant red hot floral pattern is revealed. Magic: Perdition: Dark crimson flames that glow with a simmering inner light. Like all flames it gives off both light and heat, the greater one's sins are the greater the pain. The flame will stick to the victim as it somehow adhesive and never burning out unless Taylor wishes it. Theme: Scarlet Title: - Gender: Female Element: Fire/Dark Rank: A (With a restriction order) Height: 169 cm Weight: 30 kg Appearance: Personality: Cheerful, confident and capable. Scarlet is closer to a drinking buddy than a Spirit. Strangely enough, Taylor talks to Scarlet as if she is the Death that has been walking around with her since her childhood which had inadvertently influenced Taylor's opinion on death. The big factor that influenced Taylor's opinion on death was the blatant disregard for anything resembling danger. Is there an army charging her? Well... that just makes it impossible to miss doesn't it? Powers: Uses guns and swords quite liberally, more often than her magical powers and is proficient enough to hold her own for a time against the more physically minded Spirits Pyrokinesis: Standard flame creation and manipulation abilities Soul Fire: rarely used, but hidden under Scarlet's eyepatch is deep blue flame, almost sapphire in colour. When her eyepatch is removed the blue flame will gush out like water breaking a dam and wash over all, bypassing all physical barriers to burn the victim's soul.</s> <\|message\|>Tiamat Mary Stradford This wasn't a good idea. The thought had run through Tiamat's head multiple times, enough so that she started to seriously doubt her partner's sanity. Not like she hadn't already. On multiple occasions. Mary, her human partner, had strong armed her into agreeing with her newest hair brained scheme, which once again had a high dosage of danger and malarkey stirred into the mix for another chance of "spreading awesomeness to the masses". This idea, however, has probably broken the record for "the stunt that will most likely end the life of Mary Stradford". They were in the plains directly outside of the city in which the Liberation Festival will be held. Tiamat stretched her limbs in preparation for this dangerous maneuver, staring blankly at her partner, who was currently sitting on an innocent looking boulder twice her size with her battle axe strapped to her back. This latest scheme involved the Spirit, with her dauntless strength, throwing her partner, who will be situated ontop of said boulder, high into the air above the city. Then, as the airborne human quickly descended to the ground, she would sing a short piece to summon the Spirit beneath her landing zone, and said Spirit would catch both the boulder and human with perfect ease. There was an immeasurable amount of factors that could cause this stunt to go wrong, such as other foreign objects in the sky, a strong gust of wind, or even Mary fumbling with her voice. If, for some reason or another, her human was unable to summon her in time, she would splatter all across the city streets like a red water balloon. Mary seemed to notice her partner's worry, even though no external factor seemed to outline it, and hopped off of the boulder to pat Tiamat on the shoulder. She needed to kneel and lower herself to the ground in order to do so, but it was well worth it to see a flash of emotion run through the blunette's eyes. "Don't worry Tia, I'll be fine," Mary reassured the Spirit, knowing that the smaller female had many misgivings about her latest shenanigans. The teen lifted herself back up onto her feet and took on a pose with her knuckles on her hips, a cocky expression being sent towards her shorter companion. "After all, don't you remember who I am? I'm Mary Stradford, Queen of Amazingness!" she finished her short monologue with a hearty laugh, and if the Spirit didn't know any better she would have thought that the people within the city would have heard it. The outburst wasn't quite needed, but it took Tiamat's mind off of the highly apparent risks of this stunt. Usually, she would have already declined her involvement within this situation, and dragged Mary into the city kicking and screaming through the front entrance, but her partner hasn't had any "fun" for quite a while. If she didn't allow her to get through her pent up excitement right now, there was no telling what the brunette would do when she got the chance to do something. Mary got back into her position onto the boulder, giving her partner a thumbs up and a uplifting smile to signify that she was ready. Tiamat readied herself as well, checking the trajectory one last time as she grabbed the bottom of the boulder and lifted it above her head with apparent ease. The human ontop of the giant rock let out a little squeal at the sudden change of height, said squeal becoming a boisterous cry of excitement as both human and boulder were sent flying through the sky. As she watched the large projectile fly over the city grounds for her last few moments, Tiamat internally prayed that her human would survive her newest shenanigans before she was dismissed.</s> <\|message\|>Ueno Laudwen Ueno Laudwen Another day, another disappointment. That phrase flooded Ueno's head the entire morning. He had slept in way longer then he should have, and was extremely disappointed in himself. He wasn't to be late, but the mere fact he hadn't been prepared was already enough to put him on edge for the entire morning. On occasions like these Ueno would wish for a more practical spirit, had Conquest not been a glorified stool he definitely would have been a large help. However, tis not the case. So Ueno would fly through his home and prepare himself for today by himself. He would quickly finish his errands and plan out today's Agenda, and how to best use the tournament to his advantage. Once Ueno had been properly spiffed up, he grabbed Conquest's Acoustic and promptly went outside. He then began to 'talk' to Conquest through a broken string on his guitar. He would whisper to it while heading towards the Colosseum "Conq', chances are we won't be participating today. If that is so, we need to find out who'm we will be fighting and their address. As much as I would love to show you off, we need to win at least the first fight at all costs." No one could ever respect a song knight who couldn't even win the first fight in this festival. Ueno had to make sure that if he was to be known, he was to be known as the victor. "Actually, we might need the address of another participant too. Would be suspicious if only my first contender were to receive one of our 'visits'. Hmm..." And Ueno would continue to ramble to Conquest, who would only reply with silence. As they got closer to the Colosseum, Ueno would be in the middle of explaining who would most likely know who they were fighting first, if the match ups weren't to be made public to everyone. This was interrupted by a chance sighting of a boulder flying through the air like a meteor. A meteor flying straight towards the city. Don't investigate it. Conquest issued the command to Ueno knowing full well it was going to be ignored. The guitar sighed inaudibly as his master ran towards where he thought the meteor was going to land. Curiosity killed the cat, but Ueno knew he had a few lives to spare.</s> <\|message\|>Lefay Moros Vorsickle Moros yawned as he made his way through the city, Lefay imitating the movement as did whenever she was in his shape. He didn't complain about it, even though he always got weird looks when she did that, he learned long ago it only encouraged her. His stomach growling at him reminded him that he'd skipped his breakfast to get here early, which meant that he was eager to get something to eat. After all, it wouldn't do to enter such a prestigious tournament on an empty stomach and preform any less than his best. Even though he didn't think he'd get that far. He'd done well at his own Academy but here he was supposed to be fighting the best from everywhere. Still, his mother wouldn't settle for anything but first place so he had to at least try for her. His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound and a sudden darkness. Glancing upwards Moros saw a large rock hurtling through the air, seemingly aimed to impact only a few streets ahead of him and he could've sworn he'd seen someone on top of it. Surely no one was foolish enough to attack here. Now curious Moros picked up his pace a little so he could arrive at the landing spot and see what the deal was. Lefay seemed equally curious and ran ahead of him, turning to face him to make sure he could read her lips and called backwards, "Race ya wimp." before continuing on. Maybe if you didn't have to carry this massive harp. Moros thought grumpily as he chased after.</s>	<\|message\|>Taylor Sinclair Out the back behind a fairly well regarded inn, a red headed girl in a pinstriped suit was slumped awkwardly on the ground. From another it would appear as if she was sitting on top of the crate, but gravity proved otherwise and she held a bottle close, full of amber liquid with a prestigious label emblazoned on it, as if it was a teddy bear. Looming over her, a skeletal woman with an eyepatch lightly kicked at the snoozing drunkard's legs. "Wake up, TayTay. I know you and your good friend Jack Daniels and Johnny Walker had good fun last night, but it's about as late as we can wait without being late to the tournament. Besides, I want some!" reaching down with her bony hand Scarlet snatched up the bottle when the girl on the ground as quick as lightning woke up and lunged for the escaping bottle. "Nooooo! Scarlet! Give it back! I paid for it! I had to stop two towns away, give up accomodation and leg it all the way here to afford that! That's good stuff and is going to be my post tournament celebration!" "So you're gonna win then?" the bony hands deftly examining the botte, nodding in approval at her friend's taste. Taylor hadn't been much of a drinker before meeting up with Scarlet, but now she had a cast iron liver and could last longer than a seasoned soldier. Still had that daft idea of out drinking a skeleton though. Fiddling with the lid Scarlet almost laughed at Taylor's face of panic as she reached up from the ground and couldn't resist poking her cheek covered in white makeup that was seemingly permanent since she had never seen Taylor without it. "When did I say win, Scar? I just said post tournament! What the hell does winning matter anyway? Teach just wants me and you to show off a bit~" a whining tone entered Taylor's voice as Scarlet's boot poked her face "Just give it back Scar! Oi! Wait! Where you going?!" scrambling to her feet and scooping up her sheathed falchion and trumpet case Taylor watched as Scarlet tossed the bottle in the air, caught it in her sombrero before putting it back on jauntily and swaggared away. Where the hell does a skeleton get such a swagger from anyway? "The Arena numbskull. I told you we'd be late if you kept snoozing" Scarlet for her part took out a hip flask and poured it down her non existant throat, amber liquid visible as it went down, before igniting into a ball for fire inside her rib cage and the gas flowing up into her skull before vanishing just behind her eyes "If you win, you get the expensive booze~" "Damnit Scar! I paid for it with my money!" blade on her hip and trumpet case in hand, Taylor glared up with her white and blue eyes at the one black and gold eye of Scarlet. Cursing under her breath Taylor snatched Scarlet's hip flask and took three quick swigs "One for courage, one for luck and one because up yours Scar, I want my expensive stuff back!" coughing as if she was about to give up a lung Taylor took a deep breath and a whew~ noise escaped her as the skeleton and mariachi made their way towards the tournament ground</s>
<\|description\|>Isabelle Kaiser Song Knight Title: The Striking Sonata Age: 19 Gender: Female Grade: 4th Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza Height: 167 cm Weight: 77 kilograms. Appearance: The general appearance is pretty spot on with this image, but as with these kinds of things it's not at all perfect. The outfit is not correct, as she wears a dark blue cloth over most of her body, that fights well and allows her good range of movement. A baggy darker blue cloth that resembles a dress covers the area from her shoulders to just below her lower thigh, so as to provide decency. If she isn't trying to blend in to dark surroundings, she wears a gold pendant, with a medallion hanging from it that has her schools emblem. The rest of her outfit is basically the same, except small gold chains hang down around her arms, connected to silver rings on her hands. Her body is heavily muscled from wielding her great sword so regularly and the constant sparring matches. The outfit she wears hides the muscle tone well causing many to underestimate her despite her intimidating sword. She is also a bit taller then the picture would suggest. Personality: Isabelle is a very positive person, with a Cheshire grin or smirk often painted upon her face. She enjoys practical jokes quite a lot, though they may not end well. Despite her positive nature there is a bit of a disconnect. Her upbringing has forced upon her a desensitized view of violence, and she almost revels in the violent acts she sometimes preforms. Her practical jokes are only considered such by her as she is quite cruel, often resorting to physical violence. The only reason she considers them practical jokes is because they make her laugh, though she often is the only one laughing. So despite her friendly mannerisms, she has few friends. She drives away the ones she do has, and they only stay with her if they are some sort of masochist, which some of them have been. Despite the way she drives away her friends, she easily entraps people at first with her positive attitude. In summation Isabelle is great at making friends but terrible at keeping them. History:Isabelle's life has been quite the lavish experience thus far. She was born into a wealthy family and was the youngest of three siblings. Her family's plentiful wealth afforded her a liberal habit of spending money. She made friends easily and often kept them via her parent's influence. Despite this she did make one or two friends that stuck with her because of her. Nathan was her eldest brother and was one of her closest friends. He joined the military as soon as he could, and died within a year of leaving Isabelle's childhood home. The weapon Isabelle wields was once Nathan's and he was also the one who taught her to wield it. After her brother's death Isabelle become a kind of recluse, drifting away from anyone and everyone. She recovered within a month however, and started practicing constantly to celebrate her brother's memory. She quickly became an apt sword fighter, though her skills only extended to her greatsword and no other weapons; Mostly because no motivation was found when practicing with those weapons, though endless amounts was found in the greatsword. Instrument and Weapons: Isabelle's instrument is quite the conundrum. She does not use any traditional instruments but instead whistles. Her weapon is quite normal; She wields a pure black great sword, with a red line down the center of the blade. When this red line meets the hilt it creates a floral pattern. The weapon is reminiscent of a European claymore in size and weight. Magic: Isabelle can create stone golems out of the materials around her, and can also encase herself in the stone, manipulating it with her magic. Unfortunately this armor slows her reaction time and her general movement. The golems can only be manipulated if they are within 100 meters of her, and if that threshold is crossed they will stand stark still (much like Ned Stark). They seem to be more durable then the materials they are made up but only marginally so, and the same applies to her armor. At one time she can only manipulate three golems, though her armor counts as a golem. Controlling more then one golem at once takes her complete concentration, and controlling all three will often test her limits. She is prone to migraines after long bouts. The golems size is around that of a grizzly bear on its hind legs. They around 200-230 centimeters in height a majority of the time, unless Isabelle has a specific reason for making them larger in which case the largest one can go is the sum of the other three. If one's size is the culmination of the other three then that is the only golem that can be summoned. Much in the same way she can create two golems with a size of about 250 centimeters each. Unfortunately for Isabelle, even if she devotes he complete concentration she can't control more then three at once. Their appearance is always reminiscent of the minerals around them and have shining red eyes. Other: (Anything not covered by the above). Spirit Name: Sole Title: N/A Gender: Male Element: Earth Rank: C Height: 106 centimeters Weight: 18 kilograms Appearance: Personality: Sole is a very judgmental creature, and is prone to petulant fits of rage. When he doesn't get his way, or when Isabelle disregards his advice he resigns himself to sullen silences. Sole rarely talks to others Isabelle is spending time with, and will occasionally insult her opponents without Isabelle's consent (though he very well doesn't need it, as he is a sentient creature besides her). He is occasionally timid when Isabelle's opinion of a person isn't known, and often adopts her opinion once it becomes known. On the flip side, if Isabelle has been particularly mean or unfair to him he will express a personality completely opposite to hers, and (for example) nitpick her plans when she says them out loud. Despite all his quarks he is seemingly completely dependent on Isabelle's presence, seeming drained once summoned after having been banished for a long period of time. Though sleep will refresh Isabelle, it will only drain Sole as she will not sleep with him present. Powers: Sole's main ability is to allow anyone to have more direct control of any golems they control. Almost as if Sole's body is acting as a secondary mind to process things he allows Isabelle to control her golems without "zoning out" and even allowing precise movements. Besides that Sole is very lack luster, as the only ability he has besides that is to reconstruct himself from any matter around him as long as he isn't banished in the mean time. He can also levitate, as he can** He does this without Isabelle's instruction, and most of the time just floats above one of her shoulders, occasionally offering advice.</s> <\|message\|>Lefay Moros Vorsickle Moros was relieved by the appearance of the guard who quickly made sure the crowd wasn't going to burn them at the stake. He was especially glad they'd arrived before the girl with the stone golem had arrived, as the crowd would've undoubtedly gotten even more angry. Some of these Song Knights looked quite powerful, he wasn't looking forward to fighting them. Regardless the situation was under control now and they'd been ordered to disperse, something Moros had no qualms doing. Without another word to anyone he began moving towards the Colosseum. He'd heard there was a play going on, he'd never had the chance to see a play before. Lefay was bored as usual and walked behind him, casually tripping people every now and then. As yet another person stumbled past him he let out a small sigh of exasperation, "Play nice Fay, if you get me in trouble again I'll ground you." Lefay snorted haughtily but obeyed all the same. She hated not being summoned even more than she liked messing with people.</s> <\|message\|>Cothyl Randar Xenil Emotions were reaching a high when the guard arrived. Some booming voice was trying to restore order quickly, giving Randar a startle at the speed in which they arrived.He took his eyes off the girl for a few seconds to get a good look at this guy. The man was tall and was obviously missing an arm, no doubt from some fight in his past. He looked angry ordering the civilians to calm down and commanded a Song Knight to dismiss their Spirit. Randar was in no position to spot the Spirit, being on one knee in a crowd. No doubt probably trying to show hate for the skeleton, he thought to himself as he turned back to the girl. He was speechless, he looked away for no longer than 10 seconds, but she vanished. Everyone was dispersing, no hope to find her now. Over the roar of the crowd, Randar heard the fireworks and bells ringing. He didn't have much time, so he left as well. His small size once again allowing him to leave unnoticed. He still had a couple things on his list. Signing in, getting Cothyl up to size, and figuring out his opponent to work out a strategy. Surprise should be a strong opening, but it won't work a second time. Round one was his concern, a couple of Song Knights looked tough. A skeleton with a dangerous fire that he could tell would hinder him if it hit. A smug man on a throne with animated golems. Some guy confident his shield could stop a boulder from crushing him like a grape. Oh god, the boulder, he cursed himself. Mary was always the wild card, her plans somehow blew up or worked despite the odds. He did not want to have to fight her, someone else please. Then there was Zachary, who's Spirit was a dark element. If they fought, it wouldn't last long, both being effective against each other. There were still more unknowns that would be there, that was the hard part to prepare for. With a sigh, he took the back roads to the arena, he had enough being in the spotlight for the moment. A couple bad calls really got to him. If that was a fight, he would have lost right there. With shame and resolve, he wasn't gonna have that happen again. He glanced at Cothyl, about 4 feet, gonna need more size. After signing in and checking for the match up, he got a bit to eat and waited on a nice patch of grass until it was time to fight in the Battle Royal. There was a play going on, but he wasn't interested in watching it. Cothyl should be 16 feet tall easily by the time it started, gotta play with their expectations. If they think that's his maximum size, then round two will be even better. Randar couldn't help but get lost in his fantasies on seeing their face at losing to his superior brains and brawn.</s>	<\|message\|>Isabelle Kaiser I sabelle approached the square loudly sat atop her golem, her eyes glowing with an incomparable emotion beyond them. As she got closer though, a guard interrupted the event, and gave her a petulant glance. Immediately he demanded the dismissal of Atlas, causing a frown to paint itself across her mouth. "But Atlas is sentient! I can't just dismiss him." The lie leaving her lips as she wore an exaggerated pout. Despite her protests the guard seemed to be unconcerned, and she let out a sigh. Isabelle made the creature lower her to the ground before causing it to lay down and fall apart. In the distance fireworks exploded signaling that there now remained only half an hour before the tournament began. "That's our cue!" She said happily, leaving the square quickly. Isabelle's feet covered ground swiftly as she ran her fingers over her greatsword's hilt. Her smile stayed on her face easily as she looked at her aurroundings.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyle Sellars Appearance: Age: 16 Sex: Male Infection type: Carrier Powers: Rapid healing (a few times faster than normal), Telekinesis (about 5 pounds), Resilience (Damage resistance and tire more slowly) Personality: A fan of comics/anime, he is obsessed with heroics, and will generally do what he considers to be the most heroic. Bio: A typical geeky teenage boy, he is raised by a single mom. When they returned from a Florida vacation shortly after his sixteenth century he started to get a fever. The next day, when he started to go downstairs, he suddenly grew dizzy at the top of the steps and fell down the staircase. He woke up in the hospital with a neck brace on. They had to restrain him until his next healed, or he risked serious spinal cord damage. He had to lay there for days unable to even go to the bathroom or bathe by himself. He hated it, and wanted to do things on his own. He got his wish when the TV remote slid into his hand. Now that he's recovered he feels like he needs to help others with his gift. That is, after all, the heroic thing to do. Equipment: Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone Name: Derrin Sellars Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Super strength, Resilience (damage resistance, and tire more slowly), electrogenesis (electrifies his body) Personality: A bit of a jerk, he tells you the truth as he sees it, without concern for how you'll react. He's dedicated to protecting people, but mostly his younger cousin Kyle. Bio: Became infected after visited is cousin the day before a big Karate tournament. Despite the fact that he had a fever, he decided to fight anyway. The virus clouded his mind, making it difficult to react during the tournament, but for some reason no one's blows did little to no damage after the first few rounds. He was disqualified, however,when he broke a kid's ribs with a kick. He was certain he didn't kick them very hard, but the paramedic said otherwise. When he went to visit his cousin just after he got out of the hospital, his cousin showed him his telekinesis and he demonstrated his strength with an old set of weights. As he still had a slight fever, his cousin suggested that he try to get a "real" super power and started sparing with him. Due to his cousin's "carrier" status his cousin quickly developed an immunity to his blows. One day, angry that he couldn't get through his cousin's defenses, he hit him as hard as he could in anger and his cousin flew backwards, body jerking as he hit the ground. He had gained the ability to shock people by generating electricity. The next day his symptoms started going away, and he learned that he was now over it, not a carrier like his cousin. When his cousin decided to start dealing with the super-villains that were hurting people, he decided to team up with him to help out. Equipment: five hundred dollars, Iphone 20 (first smartphone with a quantum chipset on the market), 2012 Prius, Karate gear</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars de Cloyes"Oh, hi there," Derrin replied when the woman asked him if he was okay. "Yeah, I..." he winched as he sat up. "I can keep going. I've been sunburnt worse than this before." He stood up, trying not to show that he was in pain. "Unless you've got powers, I'd suggest you leave. This guy's pretty dangerous." He saw another woman, the one that pulled the Cosplayer off of the villain, shoot the man with electricity. "So, electricity works, good to know." Derrin flicked his wrist and arcs of lightning started jumping around his hands. "Comeon, ma'am," said the cop from before, motioning for her to come with him. "I've been order to not interfere with the vigilantes, so I'm clearing civilians from the area." He then addressed those that were fighting the pryomaniac. "Hey, he just set that apartment on fire." he said, motioning to a block of condos down the street. "Fire trucks and ambulances are on the way. If you want to play hero, saving people from a burning building is a classic." He motioned to the woman again and started ordering onlookers to back up. As the only cop on the scene he couldn't properly block of the area, but he should be able to keep them from getting caught in the middle. His mind now on the enemy, Derrin called to Kyle. "Hey, distract him while I move in." Kyle nodded and began lifting up random pieces of debris with his mind, throwing them at the man. Unconcerned, however, the man held up his left hand and a force field about three feet in diameter appeared, blocking the debris. This bought Derrin enough time to run at him and swing at the man with an electric punch. The man managed do block the punch, however the field was now less than a foot in diameter and he was being push back by the series of electric blows Derrin was landing.</s> <\|message\|>Mab Javert Mab Javert Mab Javert smiled as more Powered Humans revealed themselves; all of them with interesting powers. A few were even unmasked. Bringing up several profiles from the local surveillance database, she looked up Derrin, Kyle, Alexander (she had seen him before he put on his helmet) and Kat, while finding no records of Vin/Vini. A smile from her as she continued reading. Perfectly ordinary people with a desire to be heroes. Problem is, even heroes needed to eat. Calling up Kyle's mother's employer, Mab would then say, using her Compulsion power again: "You will fire [Kyle's Mother's Name]; find any excuse you can, just fire her." What was the purpose of that? Well, let's just say that 1.) it would be a shock to Kyle and make him more pliable, and 2.) she can offer him or his mother a job in one of her front businesses, allowing her a hold over the Powered. Alexander Sky "Understood!" said Alex, rushing towards the burning buildings, his powers making his clothes flame-resistant! Of course, he didn't have an axe to break down obstructions, but he can make matter softer, soft enough to pull apart. Turning a door into the consistency of bubblegum and silly putty, Alex pulled said door off and broke into a room, and spoke to anyone trapped within: "Get out of here right now! I just opened an exit!" And with that, Alex would keep trying to save people, either opening pathways to them - he can use his power on walls, as well, or healing burn victims or victims of asphyxiation (the latter with somewhat less success than the former), or waiting for whatever partner he had to break apart burning debris or quenching fires, so that he didn't get burned or asphyxiated. , @Mr_pink@Ceta de Cloyes</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin glared at the guy at being brushed off, crossing her arms and trying not to scowl as she pondered what to say. Then a burst of electricity caught her attention. A new face appeared on the scene, shooting a blast of electricity. Vin raised an eyebrow in intrigue, curious about the girl's power- but then the guy beside her was suddenly electrified as well. It seemed energy manipulators weren't as rare as she thought they were. The guy ran off without giving her a chance to offer her help- or rather, not the help she was willing to offer. She refused to get involved in the battle, but she'd have healed his wounds. They hadn't seemed bad, directing his cells to repair the damage wouldn't be too costly, and she could always tap into the city's power to replenish herself. Then there was a useless cop herding her off, and she turned her glare on him, totally unimpressed. She stalked off, retreating around the corner of a building and out of sight. She went slightly down the street away from anyone still watching and circled around to the apartment that was on fire. She ducked into alley halfway there, shedding her pants and jacket to pull on a new set of clothes. The girl who walked out of the adjacent building's front door didn't look anything like the one who had ducked into the alley. She slipped into the building on fire and started pulling in energy from the heat, effectively snuffing out any flames that got near. Then she started perusing anything worth liberating for herself. Mostly clothes, not even bothering to look for money or something equally as hard to find. Boy clothes, girl clothes, kid clothes, adult clothes... she collected three whole outfits from the first room and stuffed them into her bag. Her simple presence had extinguished the fire in the room around her, as well as lessening the amount of heat in the lower building. Then she left, snatching a pair of vans from by the door as she did, and the heat began building up again. If anyone looked too hard at her, her skin almost seemed to glow. If they could see behind her sunglasses there wouldn't be an almost about it. She hastily vanished down another alley and into the bathroom of a restaurant who were all outside staring at the commotion. There was a slight problem in that taking so much heat energy into herself was too much for her, and the energy was causing the glow as it hummed excitedly in her cells. She needed to discharge the excess, but she struggled with a moment on how... With little option, she simply vented it in it's previous form, the temperature in the bathroom rising rapidly. She then changed clothes into what she'd been wearing before reverted back to 'Vin', taking the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and steal a plate of food that had yet to be taken out to the patrons. She exited the back of the restaurant with a fancy plate in hand, using a fork to stab the cheesy pasta and looking around the corner to watch the fight with the pyro, filling her stomach as she did. This disaster had been rather lucky for her, she'd needed a change of clothes, it was actually why she was currently Vin and not Vini, she hadn't had the chance to wash her boy clothes in a while. She didn't even feel bad about it, the people she'd stolen from probably deserved a bit of karma, and her presence had likely spared their stuff from the flames assuming the fire department was quick about it. They'd have lost much more if she hadn't decided to steal from them! All in all she was rather satisfied, now she just had to wait and see what the result was here. She was curious what happened to criminals with powers, and she wanted a better look at those shock-y people, the girl and the guy. The girl had good range, and the guy hadn't seemed to need a refuel, there was a lot she wanted to know about them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Though Derrin could push him back, he couldn't get a blow past the man's shield. Derrin wondered if the fact that he couldn't actually throw lightning might actually cost him the battle. No, that wasn't it. The man's shield was just too strong. He'd have to try and get around it. When they got close to a newspaper dispenser Derrin kicked it at the man, distracting him long enough for the man to move his shield. Derrin used the opening to take a swing at the man's face, but the pyro was already covering himself with a ball of fire that was forming in his left hand. Unable to react in time, Derrin was hit in the chest with a fireball for the second time, though this one was significantly less powerful, and only knocked him off of his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky Alexander Sky Somehow, several flames in his way had been quenched, but were building up again. Choosing not to question a gift horse, Alexander kept rescuing and healing more people, as well as using a fire extinguisher he found to quench some more flames. He then heard more screaming, and softened a wall, finding a room holding a terrified family of four; two parents, two kids. "Go, go, go!" Alexander said as the fire continued to rage, and the family moved out of the room as fast as possible. But before Alexander can move out himself - The ceiling crashed on top of him, and it was only his ability to harden his own costume that saved him from more than a few large bruises. Nevertheless, he was unable to move, and the fires were inching towards him. "Help!" he screamed, "help!"</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin frowned, the shock guy seemed to be losing his battle, his opponent was just too quick, and seemed to have a counter for everything. She pondered going to help for a moment, but really, there were plenty of others who'd already involved themselves, did she really need to risk it? Her eyes fell on the burning building. No. She didn't. But she wanted to. Sighing in exasperation at herself, she shoved another two fork-fulls of pasta into her mouth and shoved the plate into a trash can. This is going to end in tears. Then she was shoving her way past the policeman- and really, why don't they just shoot someone already! and approaching the pyro from behind. She used the shocky man's attack as a distraction and reached out to grip the man by the back of his neck. She simultaneously launched two separate attacks; beginning to suck in every bit of energy the man's body was producing and storing, and forcing his skin to rip itself apart, which would result in long cuts all over his body. It was a vicious attack, but she wasn't too concerned. He would probably survive. Probably.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyle Sellars BeeKyle heard someone screaming inside the burning building and ran inside, dodging around several people who were escaping. "Where cough are you?" he thought he heard something and moved direction. There he saw the same person who had helped them earlier, a cosplayer in a Star Wars costume? "Don't worry, Po, I'll get you out of here." he said as he looked around for some way to lift the beam that had the man pinned. Soon he found a metal standing lamp. He kicked a piece of scorched wood toward where the beam touched the ground used the lamp to leverage it up by about an inch. "Cough, cough Can you move cough now." He laid over the lamp to put his maximum weight on it and continued to cough. --- de CloyesThe Pyromaniac dropped his shield and fell onto the ground as his energy was drained from him. Soon he slacked onto the ground and his heartbeat started to slow as he lost consciousness. "He's not dead, is he?" asked the woman who had defeated the man as he stood up. Even he knew that heroes weren't supposed to kill villains without a really good reason.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyle Sellars Appearance: Age: 16 Sex: Male Infection type: Carrier Powers: Rapid healing (a few times faster than normal), Telekinesis (about 5 pounds), Resilience (Damage resistance and tire more slowly) Personality: A fan of comics/anime, he is obsessed with heroics, and will generally do what he considers to be the most heroic. Bio: A typical geeky teenage boy, he is raised by a single mom. When they returned from a Florida vacation shortly after his sixteenth century he started to get a fever. The next day, when he started to go downstairs, he suddenly grew dizzy at the top of the steps and fell down the staircase. He woke up in the hospital with a neck brace on. They had to restrain him until his next healed, or he risked serious spinal cord damage. He had to lay there for days unable to even go to the bathroom or bathe by himself. He hated it, and wanted to do things on his own. He got his wish when the TV remote slid into his hand. Now that he's recovered he feels like he needs to help others with his gift. That is, after all, the heroic thing to do. Equipment: Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone Name: Derrin Sellars Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Super strength, Resilience (damage resistance, and tire more slowly), electrogenesis (electrifies his body) Personality: A bit of a jerk, he tells you the truth as he sees it, without concern for how you'll react. He's dedicated to protecting people, but mostly his younger cousin Kyle. Bio: Became infected after visited is cousin the day before a big Karate tournament. Despite the fact that he had a fever, he decided to fight anyway. The virus clouded his mind, making it difficult to react during the tournament, but for some reason no one's blows did little to no damage after the first few rounds. He was disqualified, however,when he broke a kid's ribs with a kick. He was certain he didn't kick them very hard, but the paramedic said otherwise. When he went to visit his cousin just after he got out of the hospital, his cousin showed him his telekinesis and he demonstrated his strength with an old set of weights. As he still had a slight fever, his cousin suggested that he try to get a "real" super power and started sparing with him. Due to his cousin's "carrier" status his cousin quickly developed an immunity to his blows. One day, angry that he couldn't get through his cousin's defenses, he hit him as hard as he could in anger and his cousin flew backwards, body jerking as he hit the ground. He had gained the ability to shock people by generating electricity. The next day his symptoms started going away, and he learned that he was now over it, not a carrier like his cousin. When his cousin decided to start dealing with the super-villains that were hurting people, he decided to team up with him to help out. Equipment: five hundred dollars, Iphone 20 (first smartphone with a quantum chipset on the market), 2012 Prius, Karate gear</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin There came a certain surety and confidence from knowing herself to be attractive, her body had been shaped by her own thoughts and opinions, but Vin wasn't dense, she could see she wasn't having the effect she'd wanted. So she relaxed, using the motion to reach for some napkins as an excuse to slide away from the man nonchalantly as she dropped all skin contact and pretended to be absorbed in preparing her food - which wasn't the best play now that she thought about it. All she could do was push some fries out of the way and squeeze some ketchup. Not exactly a distracting task. She pondered a moment what to say, before deciding to both be vague and stick to the truth. "I can manipulate organic stuff," she admitted, holding out her hand for him to see. Her palm split right down the middle without anything cutting it, and blood welled up from the wound. Before it could spill from her hand however, the blood sucked itself right back into the cut, which sealed itself shut as if nothing had happened. "I'd make a fantastic Doctor," she grinned, hoping the demonstration wouldn't be related enough to shapeshifting for him to come to that conclusion. She wasn't sure she wanted anyone to know she could do that. She held back a grimace at the thought. "And I can read minds." She said, grinning wider. "But don't worry, I'm really bad at it." It was actually a little amusing, mostly frustrating, but a little amusing too. She wasn't like Jean from X-Men, she didn't have trouble controlling the power and couldn't stop reading others' minds, more like the opposite; she had trouble reading anyone's mind, consciously or otherwise. "You'd totally know if I was reading your thoughts; my face'd be all scrunched up and I'd have this derpy look of concentration on." Even then there was no garuntee she'd succeed in getting anything other than a feeling of discomfort from them because of her intense stare. She tossed a ketchup-covered fry into her mouth. "Last power is like yours," she started, "manipulate electricity, energy and stuff." She waved a hand at him, "Unkike you though, I tend to shock myself. And burn myself." She frowned at the memory of blackening her hands the first time she'd tried pulling in too much energy and had been forced to vent it as fire from her hands. She inspected her smooth palms critically, knowing they were fine, flawless and healed, but still the memory of pain rested on her mind. That had been a very unpleasant experience. Shaking off the feeling, she refocused on the blond with a smile. "What do ya think?" She asked teasingly, "Can I handle myself in a fight?" Of course that wasn't the real question, the real question was: 'Do you still like me even though I've got freaky powers?' It was stupid, he was like her, he had freaky powers too, but it didn't change the fact she was nervous, maybe her's were extra creepy? Even without admitting to shapeshifting the mind-reading was probably a deal breaker. And now that she thought about it her display of cutting and healing herself had been rather gruesome. Not that it had hurt, if she focused she could stop herself from feeling pain. Not something she'd be able to do in a fight or while under a lot of pressure, but for that moment she managed.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars "I'm not sure if we're going into an xmen senario or not. After that kid and I used our powers we got looks from several people in the crowd. The ref even had to step in and say that because powers weren't forbidden in the rules and because we hadn't cheated the kid could continue. Lost to you in the last round, but I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't allowed to use our powers, or even participate next year. It took decades before things really went down hill for the xmen." He paused for a moment. "We need a professor X." "As for my powers, I fell down some stairs." He was going to stop there, but realized it sounded like he was trying to cover up abuse. "Really, broke my neck. I was in the hospital unable to move and it got ridiculous. the nurse had to bathe me, feed me, carry away my shit, wipe my ass, everything. I just wanted to be able to do something by myself. That's when the tv remote came to me. After that I got the healing, for obvious reasons, and when my cousin with super strength started to train me I got durability, again for obvious reasons. You?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky "Again," spoke Alexander, "I lost friends to the virus." Deciding to elaborate, he continued: "I always wanted to be a hero, wanted to be the light in the grim darkness of our world. But, what I ended up becoming was a self-righteous asshole; I myself don't know if I've changed. I had a habit of making friends, then alienating them, and then the Martian Virus struck my hometown; I remember hearing about my family fearing for my life, or my friends dying. Just before my powers manifested, remember...wanting to go back to those times, as well as wanting to...pierce my delirium and reveal the truth behind things..." "You're also right on how the situation may not have deteriorated yet. But, I didn't use my powers, so that might...I'm just being optimistic." "As for a 'Professor X', that'd be convenient, but for now, we should assume we're thrown on our own resources."</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky @ the diner: "Cool," said Derrin, glad that she had backed off. Talking about super powers made him nervous enough, but talking to a hot chick, especially one that was into you, was even worse. "No wonder you beat him so easily. He couldn't really effect you." --- @ the convention: "I didn't know you could get powers like that, but, now that I think about it, there's no reason you couldn't. At lease we have an Emma Frost, even if we don't have a Professor. Maybe we can form our own Xmen without one." "Yeah," said Alexander. "Either way, we're going to need money, connections, and hideouts. We also need popular support; without that, we are nothing. Oh, and an encrypted website that's public, but unhackable." A smile. "We're going to have fun working together." "Sounds like I need to do some studying, then. I'm decent with tech, so I'll start looking stuff up when I get the chance. Besides, I can still get powers if I need them enough, so I bet if I study enough I'll get that level in Supergenious I was talking about." Alexander blinked. "You can? How? I thought once the infection has passed..." Kyle pulled out his cell phone and brought up a youtube video about the virus. "I've seen a few videos, including this one, that suggest that not everyone loses the ability to get new powers when their symptoms go away. They call them "Carriers", and the carriers can infect other people. I checked on the FDA website, and it looks like they think that's a possibility. If that's the case, the guy that broke out of qurantene at the space center is probably on too, and he's still on the loose." "So," spoke Alex, "another villain to fight, if he is a villain."</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin "Well-" she began, but stopped just as quick as she uttered the first word. She had been about to launch into a detailed analysis of the different weaknesses and frustrations she'd observed about her powers, but she realized outlining them to a stranger was a terrible idea. "No," she finished softly after a moment of silence. "I guess he couldn't." Now she was thinking, and a kind of lost feeling settled in her gut. This was a terrible idea, what was she thinking? She was going to get herself killed or worse. She shot a hurt look at Derrin, though it was nothing he did, more like she felt guilty for tricking him. She wasn't a girl, so what was she playing at here? She sighed and pushed her food away, appetite thoroughly lost. She wiped her hands on a napkin and made to leave. "I'm sorry," she apologized hastily, "This was a mistake, I should've never got involved. Should've just kept my head down and gone to Canada like I planned from the start." She huffed, mostly talking to herself now. "I'm not needed, and I'm not wanted. Just how I like it." She muttered, lying to herself as she made to escape the restaurant.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Diner: "Wait, don't go." said Derrin, trying to get out of his seat quickly. "Who said you weren't wanted?" Vin hesitated, it was rude of her to just leave, but at the same time she felt her previous words were still true. "It's nothing," she said waving a hand as if to shoo the question away, "I just hear things y'know? My telepathy I mean, not always, it takes too much thought, but you start to get the patterns after a while. I think it'd be best if I just left." She wasn't sure, but running had worked out for her before. Somewhat, Okay, so she was a homeless thief now, it wasn't that bad. ...it might've been that bad. "Is someone here hostile to us?" He didn't understand what was going on. "I guess they're a bit weary of us, but I doubt they hate us enough to try anything." "What?" She asked, misunderstanding where his question had come from. "No, it's not that, just in general." She explained, "I don't mean to offend," she tried, "I just feel like it'd be best if I stayed out of- well, everything. I'm going to Canada, that was the plan at least. A small Canadian town where no one will find me." She wasn't sure why she thought that was a good plan, it sounded awfully lonely, and really she'd prefer to live in a big city and spend her life partying, but Canada sounded... safe? "Do you have family there? Friends?" He wasn't sure why she'd run away to there. "From what I've heard, some small towns are worse than big cities. At least in the city there are other people like you, and still other people who understand what it's liked to be a bit of an outcast because of who you are." He paused and took a breath. "I guess what I'm saying is, if you want to go, I won't stop you, but I think that here you'll at least have friends and people who know what you're going through. Personally, if things get worse, I'd prefer to be with my cousin or others that were also hated for being a Super than in some city where they may or may not accept me." Her powers were only obvious if she made them obvious, but despite her ability to conceal herself, he had a point. Better to be surrounded by friends- if that's what was even being offered here, than to be surrounded by enemies. "I... don't have anyone." She admitted after a moment. "Fine, I'll stay, but you asked for it." She said with a slight smirk. "Asked for what? Are you saying I can't handle you?" Derring caught himself. "I mean, you being around. I wasn't...uh..." His voice trailed off. Vin's smile wavered at his words, he had no idea how right he was. But that wasn't a conversation for now, so she decided to just roll with it. "Exactly," She said, not bothering to specify, "I need a place to stay. Got a room?" She asked with an innocent grin. "Well, my roommate did move out when he found out I was a Super. "For his own safety" he said, so I've got a room if you need it." It'd take a bit of getting used to having a female roommate, though. Convention "Yeah, I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he's still missing. If he does start breaking the law, it could reflect badly on all of us. People tend to group others together based on similarities, and our powers could be just the thing to get us labeled as bad guys." "Indeed," spoke Alexander. "We need to start organizing for our rights, and we need to do so on the Internet and locally." "In that case, I'll introduce you to a few of my forum friends."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Sky Appearance: Age: 18 Sex: Male Infection type: Empowered Powers: Renovation and Restoration - Alexander touches a broken machine or tool, or a wounded person, and, with time and energy, can repair/heal them by reverting their bodies to a previous state. However, the more severe the damage, the more time is needed to heal and repair it. Durability and Softness - Alexander can harden or soften matter that he touches; he can turn his clothes hard enough to stop bullets, and knifes as soft as Styrofoam. Revelation - Alexander can sense other people with powers and know what said powers are. Personality: Alexander seeks to be the Hope in the Grim Darkness, but lacks the persistence to be truly that. Thus, he mostly counts on his raw power and apperance of strength to get people to see things his way, which is a flaw. He also tends to try to be too many things at the same time; fighter, healer, planner, and morale raiser, to the point where he fails to master one specialty due to dabbling in all. But beneath it all, he's a kind person who genuinely tries to change, a kind person who sincerely tries to help others. Bio: Alexander Sky was born with an ordinary life, as an ordinary kid, and he wanted to escape that. He wanted to be the light in a world that was troubled, to be a source of hope for a world that was suffering, and that led him to be a self-rightheous goody-two-shoes who skated by on raw talent, which did not always come through for him. He made many friends, both online and offline, but also lost some of them due to his self-righteousness and tendency to be full of himself. Then came the infection; the Martian Virus had come to his hometown, and he lost more friends to the disease, before falling prey to the sickness himself. When he came to, he discovered something strange about himself, strange powers over matter and life that he never had before. He now had the ability to be the Hope for people that he always wanted to be...but it came at great cost. For the trauma that caused his powers to manifest was survivors' guilt over his friends' deaths. Equipment: Identical to Kyle's; Clothes, backpack, a few thousand dollars (20+ years of inflation), Cell phone. There is also a laptop and two pistols (he just got his firearms license).</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin glared at the guy at being brushed off, crossing her arms and trying not to scowl as she pondered what to say. Then a burst of electricity caught her attention. A new face appeared on the scene, shooting a blast of electricity. Vin raised an eyebrow in intrigue, curious about the girl's power- but then the guy beside her was suddenly electrified as well. It seemed energy manipulators weren't as rare as she thought they were. The guy ran off without giving her a chance to offer her help- or rather, not the help she was willing to offer. She refused to get involved in the battle, but she'd have healed his wounds. They hadn't seemed bad, directing his cells to repair the damage wouldn't be too costly, and she could always tap into the city's power to replenish herself. Then there was a useless cop herding her off, and she turned her glare on him, totally unimpressed. She stalked off, retreating around the corner of a building and out of sight. She went slightly down the street away from anyone still watching and circled around to the apartment that was on fire. She ducked into alley halfway there, shedding her pants and jacket to pull on a new set of clothes. The girl who walked out of the adjacent building's front door didn't look anything like the one who had ducked into the alley. She slipped into the building on fire and started pulling in energy from the heat, effectively snuffing out any flames that got near. Then she started perusing anything worth liberating for herself. Mostly clothes, not even bothering to look for money or something equally as hard to find. Boy clothes, girl clothes, kid clothes, adult clothes... she collected three whole outfits from the first room and stuffed them into her bag. Her simple presence had extinguished the fire in the room around her, as well as lessening the amount of heat in the lower building. Then she left, snatching a pair of vans from by the door as she did, and the heat began building up again. If anyone looked too hard at her, her skin almost seemed to glow. If they could see behind her sunglasses there wouldn't be an almost about it. She hastily vanished down another alley and into the bathroom of a restaurant who were all outside staring at the commotion. There was a slight problem in that taking so much heat energy into herself was too much for her, and the energy was causing the glow as it hummed excitedly in her cells. She needed to discharge the excess, but she struggled with a moment on how... With little option, she simply vented it in it's previous form, the temperature in the bathroom rising rapidly. She then changed clothes into what she'd been wearing before reverted back to 'Vin', taking the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and steal a plate of food that had yet to be taken out to the patrons. She exited the back of the restaurant with a fancy plate in hand, using a fork to stab the cheesy pasta and looking around the corner to watch the fight with the pyro, filling her stomach as she did. This disaster had been rather lucky for her, she'd needed a change of clothes, it was actually why she was currently Vin and not Vini, she hadn't had the chance to wash her boy clothes in a while. She didn't even feel bad about it, the people she'd stolen from probably deserved a bit of karma, and her presence had likely spared their stuff from the flames assuming the fire department was quick about it. They'd have lost much more if she hadn't decided to steal from them! All in all she was rather satisfied, now she just had to wait and see what the result was here. She was curious what happened to criminals with powers, and she wanted a better look at those shock-y people, the girl and the guy. The girl had good range, and the guy hadn't seemed to need a refuel, there was a lot she wanted to know about them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars Though Derrin could push him back, he couldn't get a blow past the man's shield. Derrin wondered if the fact that he couldn't actually throw lightning might actually cost him the battle. No, that wasn't it. The man's shield was just too strong. He'd have to try and get around it. When they got close to a newspaper dispenser Derrin kicked it at the man, distracting him long enough for the man to move his shield. Derrin used the opening to take a swing at the man's face, but the pyro was already covering himself with a ball of fire that was forming in his left hand. Unable to react in time, Derrin was hit in the chest with a fireball for the second time, though this one was significantly less powerful, and only knocked him off of his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Sky Alexander Sky Somehow, several flames in his way had been quenched, but were building up again. Choosing not to question a gift horse, Alexander kept rescuing and healing more people, as well as using a fire extinguisher he found to quench some more flames. He then heard more screaming, and softened a wall, finding a room holding a terrified family of four; two parents, two kids. "Go, go, go!" Alexander said as the fire continued to rage, and the family moved out of the room as fast as possible. But before Alexander can move out himself - The ceiling crashed on top of him, and it was only his ability to harden his own costume that saved him from more than a few large bruises. Nevertheless, he was unable to move, and the fires were inching towards him. "Help!" he screamed, "help!"</s> <\|message\|>현민호 (Hyeon Min-ho), Vinicius "Vini" Zairy Montes Vin Vin frowned, the shock guy seemed to be losing his battle, his opponent was just too quick, and seemed to have a counter for everything. She pondered going to help for a moment, but really, there were plenty of others who'd already involved themselves, did she really need to risk it? Her eyes fell on the burning building. No. She didn't. But she wanted to. Sighing in exasperation at herself, she shoved another two fork-fulls of pasta into her mouth and shoved the plate into a trash can. This is going to end in tears. Then she was shoving her way past the policeman- and really, why don't they just shoot someone already! and approaching the pyro from behind. She used the shocky man's attack as a distraction and reached out to grip the man by the back of his neck. She simultaneously launched two separate attacks; beginning to suck in every bit of energy the man's body was producing and storing, and forcing his skin to rip itself apart, which would result in long cuts all over his body. It was a vicious attack, but she wasn't too concerned. He would probably survive. Probably.</s> <\|message\|>Kyle Sellars BeeKyle heard someone screaming inside the burning building and ran inside, dodging around several people who were escaping. "Where cough are you?" he thought he heard something and moved direction. There he saw the same person who had helped them earlier, a cosplayer in a Star Wars costume? "Don't worry, Po, I'll get you out of here." he said as he looked around for some way to lift the beam that had the man pinned. Soon he found a metal standing lamp. He kicked a piece of scorched wood toward where the beam touched the ground used the lamp to leverage it up by about an inch. "Cough, cough Can you move cough now." He laid over the lamp to put his maximum weight on it and continued to cough. --- de CloyesThe Pyromaniac dropped his shield and fell onto the ground as his energy was drained from him. Soon he slacked onto the ground and his heartbeat started to slow as he lost consciousness. "He's not dead, is he?" asked the woman who had defeated the man as he stood up. Even he knew that heroes weren't supposed to kill villains without a really good reason.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Sky In response to Kyle's question, Alexander would say: "Yeah, I can move now," he then began to crawl from the collapsed ceiling beams. Once he was able to stand again, he spoke: "My fault, I softened the walls trying to rescue people; got the ceiling to collapse on me." "Yeah, that'll do it." responded Kyle, coughing violently. "The building's not exactly cough stable right now. cough, cough The wall strength is prob cough ably the only thing cough holding it up." He coughed several more times. Kyle would need to get out soon if he didn't want to rely on his powers to save his life. "Let's go," Alexander said as he rushed out through the hole he made in the wall, gesturing for Kyle to follow him. "I've covered most of the lower and mid-levels, but the upper floors might still have a few civilians in danger." "But to be honest, I don't know how long my powers can keep this up." He still made for the stairs to a higher floor anyway. Kyle followed after the cosplayer covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. "Name? Powers?" he asked the man. "Kyle, self healing, T.K., and durability." "Alexander Sky, I can heal and repair people and objects, harden and soften nonliving matter, and instantly find out what others' powers are," Alexander then confirmed that Kyle was telling the truth about his abilities. Suddenly, once they reached the floor, they can hear a child scream! Kyle ran ahead, passing Alexander as he jumped into the door at the top, breaking it down and relying on him powers to not get hurt by the fire on it. Thankfully it had a metal frame. He quickly stood up and ran towards the sound. Just before the door, though, a ceiling beam fell, hitting him and knocking him through the floor. Kyle heard his ribs break as the heavy beam pinned him to the floor after a ten foot drop. He screamed in pain. "Damnit!" Alexanser said as he, not being strong enough to lift the beam outright, softened it into the conistency of silly putty and began to pull out chunks of the beam, all the while as the child's screams, which can be heard as coming from a nearby room, grew weaker. "Kyle, can you use your TK?" Alex said, "I can't keep pulling chunks of the beam forever!" Kyle started pulling away chunks of softened wood a few pounds at a time, coughing up blood occasionally from a punctured lung. Their combined efforts soon had enough of it moved for Kyle to push the rest of the beam off of him. "It would take me at least a few days to heal from this, even with treatment." he told Alex. "You said something about healing?" "Yeah," Alex said as he held Kyle's shoulders, willing the other kid's body to heal. The wound would close, blood replenished, cells knitting themselves again. Soon, Kyle's body would be reverted to its previous state. But it was clear that Alexander was getting more and more exhausted. "Let's go," said the young man, going to the room where he heard the scream. Softening, then tearing apart the door, Alexander would go to the source of the screaming, the bathroom of the apartment room. There, he would find a small boy, about 10, his clothing soaked in water from a filled tub, on the verge of falling unconcious and drowning. Alexander made to lift him up...but found himself struck with vertigo; he's pushed himself beyond the limit! Kyle pulled himself up by a floor beam, quickly getting off of it when it started to crack, and entered the room. He saw Alex start to fall and caught him. "Woah," he said, "burnout?" Once the guy was back on his feet he picked up the child. "Come on." He started out the door but the beam beside the one that had impaled him fell down, blocking the door with a wall of fire. "Well we could always jump out the window. As long as I hit the ground first, with you guy's landing on me, you'll will be safe." "Burnout, and, I'm sure that this building has a fire escape," Alexander said, breathing hard, looking for, and finding, an emergency exit. "Now, I think we can go." He then rushed to said exit. When they got there, Kyle waited for Alex to step through the window, and handed him the drenched boy. He then stepped through himself, picking up the boy again. Thankfully the escape was bolted to a brick facade over a concrete block wall, so the fire had little effect on it other than heating it up. "come on" he said, heading down the steps. Alex walked down, finally giving silent thanks to God when he reached the ground. Then, he fainted.</s>
<\|description\|>Maris (No last name. Nomads are known by their tribe's name.) Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: 5' 6", stocky frame, with no feminine curves. She is strong and compact, built like a gymnast. She has sun-kissed skin, pin-straight, chin-length, sandy blonde hair, and gray-green eyes. She favors loose, cotton clothing in varying shades of tan and red. Normally, this consists of a long-sleeved undershirt, a short-sleeved tunic that reaches her knees, a pair of loose-fitting pants, and a long scarf that she wraps around her head and neck. Her shoes are crude, but sturdy, made of tough brown leather, and reach just above her ankles. Titan: Locke Origins: Nomadic tribe called the Sandmire Personality: Adventurous and inquisitive, Maris is a restless spirit who is constantly on the lookout for something fun and interesting to do. She loves exploring new lands, especially those that are as different from a flat desert as possible. She values freedom, independence, and hard work. She is passionate in everything she does and can have unpredictable mood swings. Her emotions are intense, and she will unleash them on anyone, at any time, for any reason. But she can also reign them in whenever she feels like it. She may be angry at you one second and completely forgiving the next. Her changeability is her gift and her curse--it can win her friends easily, but rarely keeps them. Likes: going for long, aimless walks; hiking; climbing trees and rock formations; meeting new people. Dislikes: rules, limits, and constraints, both physical and nonphysical; making promises; routine; completely flat landscapes. Backstory: Maris grew up a nomad, traveling the desert with her tribe, scavenging and stealing from small villages and other tribes. She hated her life: the same sights, the same plans, over and over ad nauseum. She dreamed of traveling to exotic places, discovering fascinating artifacts and socializing with entertaining people. She constantly got into trouble by wandering away from the temporary settlements and even trying to run away several times. She was notorious among her peers for her antics, and they often egged her on. Yet whenever she was caught and punished, the other kids laughed, told her it served her right for being so wild, and dutifully went back to their chores. She had three older brothers, and all were strong, obedient, and terribly dull. Her parents were exasperated by Maris, and often compared her unfavorably to her brothers. Her childhood consisted of being told "no!", "be quiet!", "stop that!" and "stay here!" By the time she was a teenager, her parents had completely given up on her and paid her little attention. She stopped participating in the tribe's raids, and struck out on her own toward interesting sand dunes and the occasional tree, but still never leaving the tribe for longer than a few days. She was still afraid to leave her family, even though she wanted freedom more than anything. She lived for years with her internal conflict, until one day she was chosen... Skills & Talents: Living in the desert, where water is scarce and sacred, has given her an excellent talent for sensing when water is near--she can smell the moisture in the air, and knows how to dig a simple well. Even though before pledging herself to Locke she had never been near a body of water larger than a tubful, she instinctively knows how to swim and can breathe underwater. She has an uncanny sense for when someone is trying to sneak up on her--it feels like ripples in the air when they move. She can move faster in the rain--nothing superhuman, but enough to give her a wicked edge. She has basic survival skills--firemaking, making her own clothes, making a shelter, hunting, food preservation, and basic first aid. These are skills all nomads are brought up to have. Equipment/weaponry: Flint and steel for firemaking A pouch of salt 100 feet of rope A large brown leather knapsack that she keeps on her back. It has some small pockets attached to the inside of it for smaller items. Swathes of extra cotton cloth A bone needle A few spools of strong thread made from various types of hair (human, horse, camel--whatever the nomads could find) A large steel canteen with a leather strap A simple wooden shortbow that she slings over one shoulder A quiver of 20 arrows made of bone and fletched with vulture feathers Reason for picking Titan/Branded: She felt instantly attracted to the power and mystery of water. Locke's insistence on constant movement and goal-reaching also seemed completely in line with her own interests, which sealed the deal.</s> <\|message\|>Nalashira Elif Zenyep War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale "What do you think you are doin' here young lady? Don't ya know these forests are cursed," said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people. Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. "You'll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You'll only meet the same fate as them if you stay." Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path. Heham's Desire- Heham The Sentinel's Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham's Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own. "So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o' us." The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would've. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. "Now, I'd like to offer you boys somethin' different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein' takin out the Black Watch bastards who's coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city," He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them. Galrond While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King's personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay. Skirmishes It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic's Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They'd be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn't like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn't do for Cerise, not anymore at least.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Themis The way the sun hung in the sky above Galrond made it look almost otherworldly. It was interesting, but Rebecca just couldn't shake the feeling of unease rising within her. After all, she was here for a reason. Despite how cheery and peaceful the town seemed in the daylight, rumors had spread across the country about a mysterious beast appearing in the night. The beast was said to have been the death of many an heir, and had terrorized the people if Galrond for ages. It was only natural for Rebecca to want to investigate. If she couldn't use her blessings to protect world order, what good were they? She had arrived earlier in the day, and was surprised to find a town that didn't seem gripped by fear of some fantastic beast. The streets were absolutely bustling with activity, making it hard to guide her horse through them with out getting a few annoyed looks. She needed to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible. She tapped on the shoulder of a man passing by for help. "Excuse me," she began. The man turned to face her, and was met with a strange sight: a dark skinned woman dressed in polished armor and carrying a large halberd. It definitely wasn't something you'd see every day. Was she going to war or something? Rebecca carried on without noticing his confusion. "Excuse me, sir" she continued, "I'm looking for an inn to spend the night in, preferably on with a stable for my horse. Could you show me-" "Stay the night!?" the man exclaimed, "Are you mad!?" It was Rebecca's turn to look confused. "Mad? I'm only looking for a place to rest." "You should leave." The man's eyes were nervously darting left and right. "It isn't worth risking your life." With that said, he sped back back to the rush of people around them, leaving the confused champion to wonder just what was going on. Maybe there was something to these rumors after all. As the time passed, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Rebecca and her horse cpuld finally move comfortably, but she still couldn't find any sign of an inn. Suddenly, screaming could be heard up ahead. People began to fall left and right as a hail of pebbles rained from the sky. Rebecca raised her arms to protect herself, and the pebbles loudly bounced off of her armored gauntlets. Those around her weren't so lucky. The pebbles fell like a hail of daggers through the unprotected people. Those caught in the attack dropped like stones, never to move again. Those who could still move were panicking wildly. They all struggled to push past each other to reach what safety they could. In the resulting commotion, her horse panicked. She grabbed hold of the reins, struggling to calm her steed, but it snapped its constraints in the struggle. "No, wait!" she shouted, but the horse ignored her. He sprinted off with the crowd, leaving Rebecca on her own. Let him go! her instincts screamed in her mind, People are being attacked right in front of you, and you need to help thrm first! She turned to face the coming threat. A group of strange men were at the center of the chaos... No, she realized. Theses weren't normal men. These were... mages! She tightened her grip on her halberd. This was going to be a difficult battle.</s>	<\|message\|>Maris (No last name. Nomads are known by their tribe's name.) Silently, Maris cursed herself for her inattention and turned slowly, still crouched, to face the stranger. Her wariness was swept away by the sight of him. Inexperienced as she was, she could take him, for he was war-weary and injured. She stood, gripping her trident tightly just in case, and inspected him with an analyzing gaze as he spoke. She took no offense to his calling her "young lady" in that scolding tone of voice. In fact, she could feel nothing but pity for him. Clearly something horrible had happened in this vale, and this man had been in the thick of it. She took in his wounds, his exhaustion, and his willingness to escort her out of the forest even in his weakened state, and decided to help him. "I thank you for your offer, but I am not leaving quite yet. I want to know what has happened here, and nothing will stop me from finding out." She bent down and hefted her pack onto her back before speaking again. "I am Maris, Champion of Locke. I wish to see to your injuries, sir, before I will hear your story. I have some knowledge of healing, and your wounds appear serious, so please indulge me. May we walk to your camp?" She waited expectantly for him to lead the way, trying not to show her increasing disgust at the deathly smell wafting on the wind. Lev</s>
<\|description\|>Rebecca Themis Appearance: Along with her steel gauntlets, greaves, and chain mail vest, Rebecca is most often seen in a cream colored tunic and black pants. Her trusty halberd is usually carried in her hand or strapped to her back. Age: 28 Titan: Rylai Origins: Luther Kingdom Personality: Normally, Rebecca is a quiet girl, preferring to take things slow and linger on her thoughts and actions. To anyone observing, it would be strange to see a girl like this carrying the same steel halberd that Rebecca carries with her, whatever the reason may be. She sees it as a reminder of home, where she came from, and where she wants to be, but that doesn't change how strange it looks to passer-bys. Likes: - Peace and quiet - Origami - A good debate - Preaching to everyone about her current views of justice and equality Dislikes: - The vistas. They creep her out. - The idea of gray morality - War in general. - pointless anarchy Backstory: In kingdom of Luther, a royal advisor by the name of Raleigh Taylor had a child with the lady in waiting of Luther Kingdom. This child would go on to be Rebecca Taylor. Due to her higher status, she was a friend to the royal family, often finding herself in organized play-dates with the princess and her friends. It was an ideal life in the eyes of some, but her father wasn't satisfied. Raleigh had great plans for her future. Unlike most girls of her status, she was taught to kill. Her father had hired ex-knights and spies to train her at a young age in combat and espionage. She was to use her status to keep a close eye on the king and his daily life, and report these details to her father. When the time came, she was to kill the king and throw the kingdom in to chaos. Unfortunately, Raleigh waited too long, and Rebecca grew to the age where she could form her own opinion. Though she had never known the king directly, she liked the time she enjoyed with the royal family. She didn't think she would be able to handle ending the life of anyone close to them. When she was 16 years of age, she revealed every detail of the plot to the king. Of course, the king was horrified. Raleigh was sentenced to death by the guillotine for his crimes. Rebecca was allowed to live for bringing the information to the king, but she was no longer allowed in the company of the royal family. Her father's wealth was confiscated as payment, and she was only left with a few possessions that she would have to sell for money. Most of it she was sad to see gone, but she cared more about her livelihood than her father's possessions. The only thing she couldn't bear to sell was a steel halberd that her father had custom made for her. She couldn't bring herself to completely dismiss her father's memory, so she decided to keep it. It became a habit for her to carry it everywhere with her. With nothing left to keep her in Luther, she bought a horse and set out on her own to discover what life could give her outside of her father's legacy. Skills & Talents: - Rebecca is reasonably skilled in the use of many melee weapons, including swords, spears, and axes. Her preferred weapon of choice is her steel halberd. - Being the champion of the titan Rylai, she has to have certain skills to help her to represent proper justice, such as deduction, debating, orating, and interrogation. - Despite the weight of her armor, Rebecca is very proficient in maneuverability. Though her actual travelling speed is hindered by her armor, her flexible body allows her move around the attacks of her enemies without too much movement. For this reason, her combat style is based on a defense of redirection and counter-attacks. Equipment/weaponry: - Though she may have a talent for using multiple weapons of war, her main choice of weapon is her steel halberd. She does her best to carry it with her everywhere. Her father had it custom made for her, and though she may not have used it in the way he had wanted, it was still a useful tool and a surprisingly sentimental reminder of her father. - Her choice in armor is mich lighter than most. Rather than using the full armor of a knight, Rebecca prefers to only to wear a pair of steel gauntlets and greaves, and a chain mail vest beneath her clothing, all pieces that she bought herself after leaving Luther. She finds this easy to move in and strangely comfortable, so comfortable in fact that she finds herself wearing it even when there is no need to. Reason for picking Titan/Branded: With her eventual goal of becoming an advocate for absolute justice and equality, it was only natural for her to side with Rylai, the titan of such.</s> <\|message\|>Merasmus the Wizened Such a wonderful day! The sun was bright, the humidity brought on by last night's storm was trivially endured, and the birds were...well, really annoying, actually. Their constant chirping made it almost impossible to think. To make matters worse, the people of Galorand seemed content to encourage the fluttering flappers by tossing them bits of bread and oats! The little avians would all fly to the buffet, and amplify their infernal screeching tenfold. Merasmus took it upon himself to escape from the hell that is the outside world by making his way into the nearest book shop, where silent pontification and intellectual rigor reigned supreme. He had only been in this particular shop once before, but the intelligent regulars and the owner's own selection of academic reads made quite an impression on the wizened old man. Pacing slowly through the many isles of tomes, Merasmus had a very hard time actually choosing picking something out to read. Alchemical manuals, incantation guides, bestiaries of all sizes...they were all so tempting! Ultimately, Merasmus decided on something a bit more contemporary, but also on a subject he had little experience with. The front cover bore blood-soaked blades, rancid gashes, and a very detailed rendition of a leg that just had its foot removed, all encompassed by a flame that enveloped the rest of the book's visage. The title read 101 Common Wounds and Methods of Cauterization, written by Sargon of the Akkadian Warbands. A gruesome read to be sure, but such knowledge could prove very useful to Merasmus...though he hoped that he would not have to apply any of it to himself, of course. As Merasmus read his newly obtained text in the lounge area of the shop, he overheard some of the other customers whispering about some sort of war between the kingdom of Heham and a land called Hawic. Mercenaries and guilds from all over the continent were being recruited to bolster the fighting force of either side, though apparently most would have none of it. Merasmus considered war a massive waste of time. All that time fighting and dying when those very same soldiers could be put to work testing new inventions and securing magical artifacts for study! The leaders of the surrounding kingdoms were so childish their antics gave Merasmus headaches. Why couldn't they all just play together like good boys? The lands they raze could be home to the next great discovery, and they're just stomping all over them! Absolutely outrageous! Merasmus shook his head and continued reading, not wishing to spoil his good mood by thinking of such conflicts any further. Hmm...now that is a VERY interesting application of candle wax!</s> <\|message\|>Nalashira Elif Zenyep War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale "What do you think you are doin' here young lady? Don't ya know these forests are cursed," said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people. Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. "You'll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You'll only meet the same fate as them if you stay." Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path. Heham's Desire- Heham The Sentinel's Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham's Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own. "So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o' us." The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would've. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. "Now, I'd like to offer you boys somethin' different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein' takin out the Black Watch bastards who's coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city," He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them. Galrond While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King's personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay. Skirmishes It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic's Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They'd be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn't like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn't do for Cerise, not anymore at least.</s>	<\|message\|>Rebecca Themis The way the sun hung in the sky above Galrond made it look almost otherworldly. It was interesting, but Rebecca just couldn't shake the feeling of unease rising within her. After all, she was here for a reason. Despite how cheery and peaceful the town seemed in the daylight, rumors had spread across the country about a mysterious beast appearing in the night. The beast was said to have been the death of many an heir, and had terrorized the people if Galrond for ages. It was only natural for Rebecca to want to investigate. If she couldn't use her blessings to protect world order, what good were they? She had arrived earlier in the day, and was surprised to find a town that didn't seem gripped by fear of some fantastic beast. The streets were absolutely bustling with activity, making it hard to guide her horse through them with out getting a few annoyed looks. She needed to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible. She tapped on the shoulder of a man passing by for help. "Excuse me," she began. The man turned to face her, and was met with a strange sight: a dark skinned woman dressed in polished armor and carrying a large halberd. It definitely wasn't something you'd see every day. Was she going to war or something? Rebecca carried on without noticing his confusion. "Excuse me, sir" she continued, "I'm looking for an inn to spend the night in, preferably on with a stable for my horse. Could you show me-" "Stay the night!?" the man exclaimed, "Are you mad!?" It was Rebecca's turn to look confused. "Mad? I'm only looking for a place to rest." "You should leave." The man's eyes were nervously darting left and right. "It isn't worth risking your life." With that said, he sped back back to the rush of people around them, leaving the confused champion to wonder just what was going on. Maybe there was something to these rumors after all. As the time passed, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Rebecca and her horse cpuld finally move comfortably, but she still couldn't find any sign of an inn. Suddenly, screaming could be heard up ahead. People began to fall left and right as a hail of pebbles rained from the sky. Rebecca raised her arms to protect herself, and the pebbles loudly bounced off of her armored gauntlets. Those around her weren't so lucky. The pebbles fell like a hail of daggers through the unprotected people. Those caught in the attack dropped like stones, never to move again. Those who could still move were panicking wildly. They all struggled to push past each other to reach what safety they could. In the resulting commotion, her horse panicked. She grabbed hold of the reins, struggling to calm her steed, but it snapped its constraints in the struggle. "No, wait!" she shouted, but the horse ignored her. He sprinted off with the crowd, leaving Rebecca on her own. Let him go! her instincts screamed in her mind, People are being attacked right in front of you, and you need to help thrm first! She turned to face the coming threat. A group of strange men were at the center of the chaos... No, she realized. Theses weren't normal men. These were... mages! She tightened her grip on her halberd. This was going to be a difficult battle.</s>
<\|description\|>Zagsnik Blitzzag. (Quick-kill Devastating fast-strike.) Species: Ork. Rank: Kommando. Age: Dunno, just a few years, about five? Klan: Blood axe. Appearance: A rather small and runty ork yoof, with surprisingly dark skin for his age, almost a dark green. His thin face has rather small teef and he is overall kinda slim, his build is more akin to a muscly human than an ork to be honest, which he gets into a lot of fights about. His feet look a bit large on his frame, which is enhanced by him wearing rather sturdy metal reinforced boots, with downwards pointing metal jags on the front. For mor stompyness and grip. His pants are a dark tan and have a few green stripes on them. They are filled with small pockets with small snacks, nuts and bolts or just some interesting bullets or mementos. He wears a brown squig-hide vest with a steel plate on his torso, his upper body has ammo belts crossed over it and over his shoulders the handles of two sneaky choppas stick up. He has a few small flashy bommz and a propa burny stickbomb in his belt. Slung over the shoulder is a long shoota with a scope, it is belt fed with red details, the shoota has a 'skraga' glyph on it. He wears a blue headband over his slim fitting steel helmet, which has a 'bad' glyph on it. And has a single dark brown hair-squig on the left side of his head. Personality: Zagzsnik is a yoof, he's also a kommando, he's also a blood axe. This combination makes him a dead cunning albeit slightly cowardly ork. Unlike the goffs and the sorts who prefer a good proppa frontal charge, Zagsnik sneaks up and lets rip with his shoota or if he feels like being extra sneaky, go in a stab the gitz. He's also good at figuring out good places for bombs. He likes to talk big, but retreats if properly challenged. Like a teenager who wants to prove himself, but isn't entirely sure of his capabilities. When he's sneaking, he isn't afraid though and would jump just about any foe. Which could end up badly for him. He likes dried squig meat. History: Zagsnik was "born" on da Raff and has mostly gone by by sneaking up on squigs and eating them. He's only been in one major engagement where he joined a group of kommandos for a few raids. In one of the raids the nob of the mob decided to let Zagsnik go and kill an entire squad of marines they knew were on a hill in a ruined building among some trees. Zagsnik knew his boss, and that marine boyz were dead killy, so it was just his nob wanting a good ol' laugh as he went and died, so he wouldn't have that. He instead sneaked up, managed to take one of their auspexes and smacked it until it turned on. The marines were alerted of the kommandos, annihilated them with precise bolter fire, only to return to an encampment which exploded when they entered. Zagsnik happily ran off thinking he outwitted both da humies and his boss, and killed off several marine boyz. He ran off happily unaware of that none of those marines actually died, sure one or two was wounded but nothing more. But he did go and take his old boss's kustom shoota, so he was happy. He still claims he krumped a whole skwad of marine boyz. Obviously no one believes him. Skills: Kunnin', mostly kunnin', but a bit brutal. He's good with tha bombz and stuff. He's also reeaaaal sneaky like! Not very strong though, but knows where to stab to make it hurt the most. Exceptional skill at sneaking up on squigs. And good at squirmin' out of grips and being tied up. Equipment: Kustom snipah shoota, two stabby choppaz, tuff light armour. A few flashy bommz and a burny stickbomb. He has a face-paint kit and some good stompy boots. And a whole lot of knick-knacks and assorted snacks. Always seems to have some dried squig meat somehow. Miscellaneous: He's real sneaky like, did i say that? Also the dried squig meat, it's actually spooky how he always seem to have some dried squig meat. Even when orks have made sure to take it from him. At least once he spooked his old boss good with that trick. His dried squig meat is very tasty.</s> <\|message\|>barakka dakka. "da franken-shoota" In a reinforced section of the rok, a rather infamous member of the crew plied his trade. Barakka Dakka was hard at work, a snazzgun of one of the nobs was propped up on his workbench. The ork was busy crudely bolting two looted tau pulse carbines on the weapon, the magazine system had been torn out and replaced with a cord leading to a rechargable vehicle-grade power pack he had taped on the stock of the gun earlier. The mek he got it from had told him this would mean the pack's emergency heat exhaust would be pointed directly towards the shooter's face. Barakka had simply laughed at the mental image this gave him and carried on. He told every ork that asked him to make one there was no guarantee his franken-guns wouldn't kill their wielder at any point during the firing operation. Just as got ready to screw in the final rivet, a nasal high-pitched voice rang trough his quarters. "Ey! Da weirdboy Mugrub iz calling you over in da dead kaptin's cabin." The tingling of a falling rivet sounded trough the cabin, before the ork could grab the small part, it rolled into a vent to parts unknown. The ork snorted annoyedly before turning to the offending grot. "Good job ya arrived when ya did, I dropped a rivet down in da vents. Go geddit fer me." The grot looked down to the vent cover and then back up to the curiously tranquil greenskin. "Can't you just go get annuva one from da meks?" He asked, trembling like a leaf. "Nah, it'z more entertaining to imagine a grot like you squeezin through da vents." The grot was noticably nervous now. "Dere's squigs down there!" The ork laughed heartily. "Even betta! Now get down dere or I'll mince ya through the cover!" His tone changed from calm to angry on a dime. The grot was scrambling to get in the vents before the sentence was even finished. "Jus' place it back on da bench, if ya touch the trigger… well, den your friends'll be cleaning a you-shaped stain off the ceiling." The ork walked off to the captain's quarters in an altogether good mood. Behind him, he could hear a scrambling sound in the vents and the distinct sound of skittering squig vermin. --- The kaptin's quarter was still as opulent as always. It felt quite empty without a kaptin in it though. Barakka dakka looked over the trophies lining the walls, and quickly noticed a weapon of his handiwork. The captain had never intended to use the device, consisting of several chainswords taped to a rocket-boosted thunder hammer. Instead, it had been gifted to an insolent nob to get rid of him in style. Barakka still remembered what the ork's quarters had looked like afterwards. He had learned just how much blood was in the average nob that day. It had been a good day. He looked over the other orks in the room. The lot of them looked like a capable enough bunch. However, Barakka was not going to bow down to any of them, after all, the only one he trusted to be a good boss with the kaptin gone was himself. He hoped the weirdboy had called them all together for an all-out brawl to determine the new leader then and there. He wasn't counting on it though. Things were never that refreshingly simple.</s> <\|message\|>Vurbukk Wrenchsmacka Deep within the bowels of the rok, Vurbukk Wrenchsmacka was busy toiling away on his latest project. He was busy hammering sheets of steel alongside corrugated iron into a loosely shield-shaped construction, though he had painted the whole thing a bright shade of blue alongside checks and dags of white. on a black background. The idea had come to him recently, the idea that sometimes a shield just wasn't enough to stop the enemy's dakka entirely. "Oi! Grot! Go off and fetch me da drill!" He commanded his grot orderly, Obud, who was soaked in oil and mechanical grease. The grot scampered off in the rough direction of the device, only to have a rivet barely skim his head, and the shouted anger of "Not dat way ya git!" Follow soon after. Vurbrukk had personally nicked...looted, the drill from a rather boorish nob after a particularly fierce battle with a techmarine from the Imperial Fists. The drill itself was a old breeching auger, ripped from the still twitching corpse of the slain techmarine. Vurbrukk held the item akin to that of his most prized of possessions that a life of looting and stealing brings, with care he used the tool to further the ramshackle device he was building. "And dat should do it...I fink." He mused to himself, setting aside the drill and hefting the shield. His design had accounted for the innate durability of the shield, as a small personal shield generator was concealed next to the shield's handle. With a prideful yank, Vurbrukk pulled the chain that would start up the hastily constructed shield generator, and it worked rather well...for a time. With a minor explosion caused by massive internal failure, the shield generator fizzled out of life leaving the Mekboy blackened with soot and sporting a rather toothy smile. "Bah, needz more calibrashunz anyway...could just give it to dat zoggin' loo-" His words were cut short by the shrieking tone of a messenger grot, as it exclaimed its message. "Da kaptain wontz ta see ya!" The grot was soon knocked unconscious, however, as a spanner was lobbed at his head by the mekboy for his transgression. "Git should learn not ta shout at 'iz bettaz." Verbrukk muttered before gesturing for his grot orderly to follow him to the kaptain's lair. Obud deftly managed to scramble up the mek's armour to loosely sit on one of the ork's immense pauldrons. Both of them walked with haste to the Kaptain's room, though Verbrukk expected the worst from it all - if nothing else, he hadn't nicked anything, yet... ---------------------------------------------- With a decidedly hushed walk he entered the Kaptain's lair with his grot, though he shirked somewhat at the sight of all the Nobz before him. Verbrukk loved and hated them, most were morons yet forever the domineering sorts. The mekboy loosely looked over the room with passive interest in what was mounted on the walls and all the trophies that were strewn about the place. There was a gun that took his fancy, but stealing that would take a rather elaborate plan and best left for later... Verbrukk was not most pleased by those arrayed around him, he wasn't even the big mek on the ship...yet, but he knew too well that this would probably turn violent at a moments notice. He kept to himself, giving praise only the current kaptain.</s>	<\|message\|>Zagsnik Blitzzag. Sitting in his regular little hole, Zagsnik was currently spinning a squig over a small fire with his makeshift grilling stand when someone in the room above suddenly began shouting and making a fuss. A single glittering gubbin was seen falling from the grate in the roof and landing in the middle of the room. -"Wonder wut eez up ta now?" The runty yoof said to himself while standing up and looking at the little grate above which was this places only lightsource from outside. "Ey! Da weirdboy Mugrub iz calling you over in da dead kaptin's cabin." "Good job ya arrived when ya did, I dropped a rivet down in da vents. Go geddit fer me." Zagsnik didn't really tune in on the rest, a meeting ey? That's interesting. He was returned to the moment when the ork above began moving after a big laugh, making the grot begin moving the grate, it sighed and muttered something before bringing a chain which it started climb down on. The scrawny pale little blighter took great care in its descent, but finally reached the ground where it silently began to rummage through the rubble on the floor. Without a sound two red eyes was seen glowing behind him, they came closer and closer, just as the grot thought he noticed something Zagsnik grabbed his mouth and turned him around. -"Yo knowz, dere's far worse fingz down 'ere den squigz?" He said grinning to the panicking grot. Then he presented the glittering rivet to the grot before releasing his grip. -"Thenkz for da info, runt." Zagsnik spoke, then disappeared into the darkness. The grot held the rivet with both his shaking hands. He was alive! He walked up to the chain after pocketing the rivet. Around him in the dark, one... two.. five... many pairs of gleaming orange eyes with glistening teeth began grinning towards the scrawny grot. Now when the only one above them in the food chain was gone, it was free range. Far too late the grot realized, Zagsnik was amused when he heard the pathetic scream and the barkings of dozens of squigs behind him. He was going to attend that meeting, sure he wasn't stompy enough to be boss.... yet, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't be there to see who is the next boss.... perhaps even 'influence' the decision a bit. Zagsnik grinned when he thought of that. Almost soundless he moved through the vents, unused corridors and shafts. He knew these parts well and made good headway to the kaptins cabin. Spooking a few squigs on the way and nicking a snack from a sleeping ork. He heard voices below in the cabin, he silently opened a grate and risked looking directly at the gathering. Some big brawny nobs and meks. An obvious painboy as well. He didn't really know their names, he was more of an outsider, but he knew that the old kaptin had died recently, he didn't expect some fancy meeting though. He recognized the one who lived above him though, and Mugrob. Getting a better look, he took off the sight from his shoota and looked through it. He risked whispering. -"Dis gonna be interestin'." And grinned, then he started chewing on a piece of dried squig meat.</s>
<\|description\|>Balian Balian and Ruehar Age: 31 Race: Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Class: Ranger Appearance: Weapon(s): Crossbow - A short, strong wooden bow-stave mounted on a wooden stock. This is a simple crossbow. Dagger - Daggers and knives are extremely common and in many parts of the world, men and women are allowed to wear them in enclaves where otherwise weapons are banned. Armor: Light armor (see appearance) -Light armor encompasses a wide variety of materials from hardened leather tunics to chain shirts and all manner in between Elven Cloak - Made from the hair of Elven maidens and interwoven with living tree leaves, an Elven cloak is a wonder to behold. Elven cloaks rarely come up for sale but are sometimes recovered from dead warriors and scouts of Wood Elf forest-towns or offered by Elves as a reward to men who have served them in some way. Personal Trinkets: Lucky Charm - These take many shapes, but the most common are symbolic religious symbols that a pious priest has touched or carved heads of ancient Dwarf Gods Healing Herbs - Certain plants that grow in the world, particularly by the banks of rivers have curative properties. The roots and leaves can be collected and used to treat the sick and wounded. Short History: The first ten years of Balian's life were uneventful. Born to a barmaid, Balian never met his father. He was conceived in the port city of Rhorria when his mother was hired out by the barkeep to an explorer who had just returned from a successful voyage to a far-away unnamed and mostly uncharted continent, sure to be made a rich man off the profit of his spoils. However, all the Gold Crowns in the world could not bring him to settle and it is likely the explorer never learnt of his bastard child. It was when Balian was nine years old, his mother heavily pregnant with a new child that the somewhat normality of his life was turned upside down. Rhorria's name had preceeded itself all around the Kingdom and was a vital city for trade and commerce. The rich lived well off the backs of the poor and it was a way of life most had come accustomed to. The cities tactical importance was no secret to anyone and word was going around the city of a rebellion. The poorest of the city were talking of a rising, overthrowing those allowing the rich to get richer while they were left suffering in the slums. The idea spread to other cities and many flocked to Rhorria for the uprising. Shoddily armed but making up for it with spirit, rabbles of rebels started looting around the city as they made their way from all angles to the upper section. The city was in turmoil as entire quadrants were set ablaze, city guard and rebels clashed in a bloody skirmish all over Rhorria and it was chaos. After a week or so Balian and his mother were about to leave Rhorria, hoping to head to another of the border towns, further North and close to the outskirts of the Drakenwald. Thankfully they didn't have to make the journey alone and found refuge and passage among a caravan troupe heading in that direction anyway. Their leader, a mercenary who had originally come to Rhorria to fight who now sought fortune elsewhere. The Journey was not easy, attacks lay around every corner. At first it was city guard or rebels, trying to maintain order or cause chaos. After the caravan had fought its way out of the city it was mostly bandits, wolves and the occasional slaver en route to Rhorria looking to make a few crowns. It was a two-day ride from the town-stead of Burr Oak Barrow (their destination) when Balian's mother brought a baby girl into the world. Burr Oak Barrow became their new home, and it became obvious from a young age that Ruehar, Balian's sister, had an ability for Magick. The ability was never evident in his mother or him, leading one to believe that only the father could have passed on the gift. With two bastard children, rumors were always bound to travel around the town about the family, as well as vicious tall tales and stories. For the most part, Balian never really paid any attention and grew up learning many practical skills, fletching, herb identification, archery to name a few. By age sixteen he had trained to be quite a proficient hunter with a bow although he always favored the feel of a crossbow. Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, their mother passed away when she slipped from an outcrop overlooking Burr Oak Barrow. Balian's plans leave the town and start a life of his own were cut short by the fact his sister, Ruehar, only nine would need looking after and Balian took this duty upon himself. He took to his new responsibilities like a duck to water, hunting game for sustenance and trade occasionally Balian's bolts would find a different kind of prey when raiders or Beastmen would come and the town fought together. Life was relatively simple and over the years Balian travelled, and in his travels accomplished a couple of notable acts. The Elven Cloak he wears was a reward from a Elven highborn, hailing from the forest village of Ath'rai after Balian helped the village drive away a small band of torch wielding Dwarves, threatening to raise the village and half the forest in the name of industry. Fletching some arrows one evening, Balian noticed a band of men and women approaching their home. He'd heard the troubling rumors of a flock of Witch-Hunters searching out all magic wielders with a fanatical belief that all magic users were 'witches' and that magic was abhorrent. Taking his crossbow and some provisions, he and his sister fled the border town into the Drakenwald, knowing there were too many to fight now and when they moved on the siblings planned to return to Burr Oak Barrow. Other: True aim - Balian's time spent in the Drakenwald has made him a more expert shot, often having to calculate shots in tight spaces or where there is a lot going on around them. ---</s> <\|message\|>Sky Pozuzy Pozuzy finally awoke from his sleep. He giggled softly before flying out of his room and downstairs to the inn. He giggled softly once again as he saw so many different people around. He wondered who he should prank first, he then noticed the strange honeycomb smell. He giggled before waving his hand, suddenly the smell would change, and it would now smell of rotting corpses. He flew down and attempted to sit upon the bird mask. "Pozuzy is here! I say hello!" He gave a giggle before sticking a tongue out at the girl in front of him. @Irisity The crow on the plague doctor's shoulder would most likely look at him and crow, that was understandable considering he was a full demon, naturally born too. He would look to the crow and crow back at it playfully. He then gave another soft giggle. Go Lucky Sky, with the help of the healer was Starting to wake up. He opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he shot up like a rocket. His hand went to feel the ring around him and he let out a sigh as he felt it was there. He then looked to the one who healed him. "Thank you but who are you?" He stared for a moment before looking at the ring, he held it tightly as he waited an answer from him. Titan Titan looked around before looking to Kat, he stared at her for a while before looking around once more. She was the only one who answered him, but from his guess this was some sort of bar. "You are lucky somebody answered Titan! Now he doesn't have to smash shit!" He walked up to Kat before placing his two late clubs on the table which broke all the legs and made the table smash to the ground. "Tables are weak here. I am Titan!" He looked to his clubs before nodding his head, they were good there. Sekhemi Sekhemi looked around before heading to the bar. He placed a shiny golden coin down before shouting out loud. "Bar tender! You pathetic waste of time, get me your finest and if it is not good enough I shall have your head!" He then looked about and started to watch some of the creatures in this god forsaken bar.</s> <\|message\|>Eslea Acartha Eslea Eslea gripped the creature's (@Whimsley) hand firmly, but not too hard. She didn't know how strong this thing could be, and she did not intend to hurt it. Right now at least. The word cambion struck a cord in her, and she wasn't quiet sure why. She had heard the term before in the orphanage, when she would sneak out late at night and roam the halls as a small child, looking for Mother J'ikairah. Eslea would cross over near the entrance to her office and hear her whisper strange words of betrayal and dishonesty to Sister Akilah, and of the cambion serpant. Eslea accepts the seat offered to her, her curiosity peaking. "My name is Eslea. I do not come from this place, but from Incarta. The Great War between the humans and dryads against the night elves still reigns. I left to avoid conflict." Eslea stares briefly at the thing (@The One) called Pozuzy before realizing that it's a sin demon. She tries to suppress the urge to slay it; the dryads always taught her not to immediately kill without reason, the only exception being demons. But she is no longer with the dryads, and she is in another's home. The dryads also taught her manners as well. Katerina Katerina grinned wildly at the orc (@The One), her amusement pushing a laugh up her throat, but she knew better than to disrespect him in such a way. "I am Katerina. I come from a far away place called the Grove. Ever been there? It's a beautiful place filled with stinking and malicious rats." She orders herself another drink, but is cautious of how much she sips at a time. As was said before, she knows almost nothing of orc culture, except for the fact that they love war and gore.</s>	<\|message\|>Balian It took a minute for the pair to come around to the sudden influx of beings, was this place going to be big enough? They wondered, a brief moment of doubt that perhaps it would be better to leave the inn now and head back into the forest. "Think about it." Balian began, looking into his tankard and sloshing the ale inside around, "All of these beings, some of the likes we've never even seen." he indicated towards the gathering hall of the building with a turn of his head, he spotted all sorts and a thin, fascinated smile began to form. "How big must that damned forest be if they've all arrived here as well and we didn't come across..." He paused, locking eyes with his sister as her gaze lifted from the tavern table-top to meet his. "Or even heard any of the others?" Ruehar stewed over it for a moment, "Or, maybe it's Magick.", the look on Balian's face said that he had thought of it too but found the idea to be unlikely. In all the years he had known his sister, Magick, magic (or anything else it is called by around the world), was something he would never know in full. "I mean, in all the time we've been in those woods how many times did we feel like we were going in circles?" Balian's gaze narrowed and his head cocked a little, intrigued by his sister's hypothesis. "I'm telling you now Balian, that forest is full of Magick, but it's not waiting to be tapped into. It's almost as if it doesn't want you to find something and it changes itself... Somehow..." Ruehar felt like she might be crazy or at least that's how she perceived Balian as seeing her. "The Drakenwald is ever-changing, it shifts around. Who knows how long we were in there or even how far we are from Burr Oak Barrows now." Balian nodded and took one large gulp, finishing his drink before resting the empty tankard on the table. "Alright." He replied, sitting in silence for a moment, "In that case we're probably never going to run into those dirty witch-hunters again." Balian grinned at his sister who smiled in return, however he couldn't help but feel a little bitter that he would most likely never see home again, if his sister was right. --- The siblings had been sitting quietly, not even piping a word to each other. Now on their second or third drink, Balian would have to chat with the barkeep later he thought to himself. It was the nicest ale that ever graced his lips, a subtle sweetness helped to negate the bitterness he was familiar with. Balian was about to concur with his sister on her hypothesis of the forest but was distracted by a pleasant but smokey smell permeating through the bar. "Do you smell that?" He asked before spotting the source of the smell. The first thing he noticed was the beaked mask, long-coat, hat and of course the thurible. The man, or at least Balian assumed it was male had a look about him that screamed trouble. "What do you think?" He beckoned his sister to look, "One of them?", this time the words sounded more like a snarl, Balian's hand ready on his dagger, not wanting to draw too much attention by reaching for the crossbow. "I don't know..." She replied, sinking into her seat grip tight on her staff.</s>
<\|description\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Description: Except no elven ears. She has human like ears. Apparel: Same as above. Demigod Form: Age: 16 Race: Mathua (Pure-blood non-Hybrid) Gender: Female Alignment (Chaos Frame): Netural Good Interests: Artwork, sweet foods, scenic sights, martial arts Favorite Interest: Artwork Dislikes: Ignorant people, people who think they're elite and better than everyone else. Person of Interest: Does not have one. Bestfriend: Meira Rival: Does not have one at the moment. Most Hated Word: Chic/Chick Quote: I hope to see brother's warmth within bring a smile to my face again. I can't stand seeing him never be happy. Important Value in Life: Family Favorite Food: Sweet tofu Ambition: She wants to make her brother smile again and help him create a world everyone can be proud of. Sin Guilty of Most: Envy Title: Silver Maiden of Ruination Combat Style: Any form of martial arts Weapon Preference: Knuckles/Gauntlets Weapon Name: Destruction's Fangs Chaos Rune: Chaos Rune: Darkness of Destruction – The almighty rune of Twilight that uses power that is controlled by Euphoria representing the very power of destruction that consumes everything into nothingness and waste. Egis Name: Annihilation's Providence Egis Weapon Type: Long thin thrusting sword Egis Weapon: Luminares Twilitha (Sword) Contracted Deity: Euphoria - Goddess of Universal Destruction and is a higher deity in the Lower Dimension. Resides in the Astral Plane home world of almost all Spirits. Euphoria is a very powerful deity that imbues her contractor with the devastating power of destruction that can ruin anything that its fangs lay claim to. She seems to be almost the same age as in appearance as Tsukiko. They also seem to sometimes share the same persona. Deity's Element Alignment: Twilight Deity's Chaos Frame: Chaotic Evil Deity's Affinity Rating: 0 Magic Systems: Elemental Magic, Holy Magic, Psionics, Glyph Magic Elemental Affinities: Inferno, Radiance, Miracle and Vortex Weakness: Electricity Magical Level: C- Special Skills: Corruptible Influence - Using her aura, Tsukiko can utilize Euphoria's great power to destroy inorganic and organic objects that are equal to her strength or weaker than she is. Destructive Veil - Tsukiko can hide herself in a pocket dimension that is created from the very dawn of darkness that makes up the horde known as oblivion. Enforcement of Ruin - Tsukiko can raise the attack power of herself and her allies and make their attacks more destructive than they normally are. Ender's Blessing - With the force of destruction, Tsukiko can heal her allies though when healed it will cause shockwaves of pain to go down her spine. Techniques: Personality: Her personality is dark and mysterious where she comes off as gloomy and very depressed. She rarely shows any form of happiness and doesn't ever laugh making this girl very hard to socialize with, because she doesn't mean to come off as a cold person, but she doesn't really know what to say due to her sheltered life outside of public society. She is a nihilist by nature and not hard to get along, just hard to socialize since she tries to avoid talking to most people. She has a very severe resentment toward the male gender like my other character Ranathia. Biography: Tsukiko is a mysterious who accompanies both Meira and Reala. She has a past she wants to run away from since it is said that she has no remaining family members that are alive. She contracted with her deity Euphoria at a very young age who is almost like a sister to her. According to recent documents recovered it is recorded that her parents were murdered in the little town she lived in. They say it was a dragon attack, but there is no concrete evidence that supports this claim at this time. It is known that she prefers gauntlets, knuckles and close range weapons toward swords, but her Egis Weapon takes the shape of a very long thin bladed rapier.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Who are you?" Tsukiko questioned as Tsukiko questioned as she finally started relax relieving herself of her tension. She felt a vibrancy within the man that he was not someone who wanted to harm her. She pulled herself away from his grasp as he released her when he finally understood that she wanted him to let her go. He was only trying to keep her away from harm. He had no intention of doing anything else to her so he immediately released her when she gave the impression that she wanted to be released. Even though she asked who he was he still did not answer her which annoyed her. Tsukiko frowned at him as he surveyed his surroundings as the creature was still in the area sniffing about. His sword was plunged into the ground. Judging by the way his sword was crafted she knew this man was someone of exceptional skill. That didn't excuse him for ignoring her earlier where she tried to kick , but he moved off to the side dodging her kick. She looked at him irritated as she tried to kick him again, but he got annoyed where he grabbed her by the leg then lifted upward where she was immediately swept off her feet and fell to the ground with her buttocks landing first. "Why'd you do..." Before she could finish her sentenced he clamped his hand over her mouth once again since she was being too noisy. He noticed the creature had her voice and reacted but the way it was moving gave him the idea even though the creature knew someone was there, it still didn't know where to look. Tsukiko tried to bite his hand as he took it away, but missed where she fell to the ground. The girl was angry by how the man was treating her. She felt like he was treating her like an animal and teasing her thinking in the back of his mind he thought it was funny and amusing even though he still showed that serious cold expression that he did not care which she despised. "What is the big idea covering my mouth again!?" She barked as she lifted herself back onto her feet and brushed herself off thoroughly using both hands. The man still did not answer her. "Get behind me." He said to her as he heard some talking in the background, but wasn't sure who it was. He grabbed his sword pulling it out of the ground and took it into his hand letting it rest at his side for the moment. He could tell it was a group of people, but since he could barely hear what they were saying he knew they were quite a ways away. Tsukiko sighed deeply and did immediately like the man asked and stood behind him where she was completely out of sight. She saw the man was looking in the direction opposite from the beast, but didn't understand why he was looking in that direction. The beast was in the middle as the man was staring in the direction of the beast except not directly at it since it was upward of the direction he heard the voices. The beast was diagonal from him so why is he looking in an opposite direction she tried to ask herself calmly as she remained quiet as not to cause anymore ruckus.</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Compass? What compass?" Erica questioned as assumption started to assert itself in her head. Her eyes bored into the young alchemist with increasing suspicion. "He is right though; we need to move now," Danny said with some sense of urgency to her. "Fine, we'll talk about this later," Erica huffed. She then turned and chased after Nathan. They soon arrived at a clearing and were greeted to the sight of a pitch black beast prowling menacingly at them. There was, however, no sign of Tsukiko. --- Aart was in the middle of converting his pod into a powerfist when he heard a voice calling him. He did not recognize the speaker but it sounded familiar enough and being the only other sapient voice he heard after the crash led the Dwarf into looking around for the source.He soon find an all too familiar drone flying nearby. "Och, it's you lad, guess you're fine as well, eh?" Aart grunted. "Do you know where the ship crashed? I want to check my babies but I can't make head or tails where I have to go."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus "Yes. I could sense the ship a mile awhile. It isn't like there is any other tech at its scale anywhere near here. I am at the ship right now. It is bad. Really bad. I can lead you back to the ship. Follow the droid." his voice came out, distorted by the speaker. It moved slightly backwards towards the ship and then stopped waiting for Aart. Axel was working on repairing a computer terminal. He had set up a protocol to have any major accidents at the ship be recorded and sent to all the terminals across the ship, but the damage to the ship made reading the data through simple magic not possible. He would have to get the device itself working, and then try to salvage any data that he could. He muttered to himself, "I hope this works." which then echo'ed through the droid's speakers as he had set it to pick up anything he said, and forgot to mute himself. If not, he would have to get the black-box. Ever cautious, he had set up two. One was near the pilot's seat, and if that one was not functional. Axel shuddered.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "So that's our noisemaker" Nathan raised an eyebrow "I don't see any sign of Tsukiko, guess she didn't cross this thing." Danny noted. "So what's the plan? Do we take this thing, or just run?" "I'm not sure we could lose it if we ran. At best, we could try to scare it off." "How?" "Like this" Nathan gathered power in his left hand and held it there for a few seconds, letting it build. Once he felt that it was sufficient, he punched the ground in front of him, creating a small crater as well as shaking the surroundings. "Jeez! You did all that with just a punch! That's scary!" Danny jumped at the sight of the aftermath. "It was either that or fire, and I don't want to burn this whole place down." "Fair enough."</s>	<\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Hmmm... there's others in the area." He said to himself as he kept his hand at the handle of his sword while using his other hand to shield Tsukiko away from harm. He continued to survey the area as he kept his other eye on the beast which was rampaging around in the forest. The beast suddenly went berserk and started to rip trees from their roots and rip to shreds any closing in the forested like area. Just as he was about to move he noticed that one of the people who he works with was in the area due to the discoloration of the vegetation in the area which felt like a very strong distortion. The distortion was obviously drawing on energy from the life in the area as some of the plants suddenly became brown. "Someone is using the power. I wonder where it is coming from." He said to himself as Tsukiko also glanced upward to see there was green areas that suddenly turned brown where what look like a watery distortion like if there were a mirror of water right in front of her. She wondered who could be causing such a disturbance in the air. It was obvious that someone was drawing energy from the vegetation with some kind of mysterious power and she could feel the force of the energy as it was being drawn toward the person. It felt like a gentle breeze from the wind which whispered onto her skin tickling her flesh. From a distance a lock of red hair could be seen and the figurine shown within the shadow that implanted itself from the sun embedding it into the ground looked like a female figure. A transparent darkish purple wall appears over the figure who could be seen from the distance as the roaring beast rams into the barrier she has just created after she shouted the words Odin Sphere. The wall looked to be vacuum tight sealed and repelled the force of the beast as you could feel the ground shaking slightly as the beast rammed the barrier trying to break through it. The man looked onward as he just watched what was going on happen. It was obvious that someone else in the area had just run into the beast and now has engaged it. He could see a sparkly golden like sword in this person's hand. He also could barely hear their voice which appeared to sound like a girl. He wondered if who he thought followed him into the forest actually went against their word earlier not to follow him. He didn't look to be too happy about the presence of this female encounter. "Huh?" He said as he noticed another negative presence in the area which bolted at him where he blocked it with just one finger held out. It was just like he thought when he came in the area. One of the enemies they detected since there were two others in the in the area had shielded their presence from detection. The first one they encountered seem to have its eyes away from the two at the moment and heard what sounded like a group of people coming into the area. The other one behind him was so far away you could hardly recognize the individual who was encountering it. The third beast which had just showed its ugly face bolted at the man where he retaliated immediately. The first one they encountered suddenly noticed the violence in the area and followed suit as it bolted at Danny and Nathan. "Amazing." Tsukiko said to herself as she couldn't believe that this man was holding the monster at bay which looked like an ugly looking warthog with just one finger held in the air. She thought to herself as she watched him hold off the beast who was this person that had just come to her aid. She could forgive his rudeness earlier since it was apparent that he intended to keep her out of harm's way, but she was curious why he cared so much. Now wasn't the time to be asking that question as she noticed he pushed her away into the brush while she barely managed to hold her balance as he grabbed his sword out of the ground and held it in front of him as he let off a burst of energy which sent that beast flying into a tree trunk in front of him. Just who is this guy? Tsukiko thought to herself as she couldn't believe how strong this person in front of her was. The energy he released was so strong it felt like a wind storm had just swept into the area as she had to use her hand to prevent her dress from accidentally floating upward.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha A creamy yellowish haired girl wearing a black outfit which is somewhat revealing looks on over the hill as she questions her surroundings. She isn't entirely sure where she is at since she was forced to eject before the ship crashed into the earthen like surface. She peers around her surroundings as large wooden structures in the form of trees are within her glimpse as she closely examines them for any encounters that may be hidden in them. She surveys these trees from top to bottom as they stretch into the vast watery sea known as the sky that is above her. Her escape pod she evacuated in along with another red haired woman stands right behind her in complete ruin. Mechanical parts and wires are scattered throughout the ground on the hillside she stands upon as she continues to look into the forest. She turns toward the red haired individual as she asks her turning her attention from the vast forest ahead of toward the red haired girl who accompanied her in her capsule as she sighs a bit irritated, "Just my luck. We had to land out in the middle of nowhere and now we don't even know where we are." She paused then turned her attention toward Erica looking very upset and displeased with her accompanying her, "Why did you come with me? I am perfectly fine on my own. I don't need you babysitting me!" She barked at Erica as she tapped her foot down in outrage since she had no idea where she was or what to do at that exact moment. She wasn't sure what planet they crashed on. The group didn't have time to confirm exactly where they were when their ship encountered some kind of fatal engine failure. She was luckily able to escape before it crashed. She wondered if the others were all right even though she didn't really show it at the moment since it bothered her that they were stranded.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus A metal sphere landed on the surface of the plant with a thud making a small impact marks on the ground. The metal then fold outwards until it was a flat sheet of metal, revealing a young man curdled into a ball with his hands on his hand. However, he was not quite human. Golden fur covered his body and he had a small canine like muzzle and a tail. Strange marks covered the metal that he was sitting down on, glowing faintly with some form of soft, blue light. He looked normal, relatively speaking. He stood up and all of a sudden his left leg gave out and he fell back down to the metal, but somehow landed with a sound. It hurt, but he just steadied himself and more carefully stood back up, for the most part ignoring the pain. He did a small motion with his hand, and in an inaudible sound exploded in all directions. After a short pause, he heard it return back to him as if he was a dolphin or bat using echo-location. He started limping in the direction. It was not a particularly long walk, but did take longer as he had slight limp in his step, in was not but a few minutes before he was in a shadow of a giant hunk of metal, which was once a vessel able to travel through the stars. He sighed, "I have a lot of work to do. I am sure the others can find there way back to the ship, I should go ahead and get started." he said, talking to himself in a low voice.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "I keep telling you; this isn't my fault. There was an engine problem, and I was nowhere near the engine. You were with me, you should know that." "Doesn't matter; you said it." "Wow, you're really convinced that you can tempt fate, aren't you?" "You're a scientist-" "Alchemist." "-so you should be able to understand that when one event occurs after a different event enough times, then it becomes safe to assume that the later causes the former." "That still doesn't account for the 'how'. That's pretty important too. Besides, how many times could you-" "Eleven." "Sorry?" "I've seen people say something like 'what could possible go wrong', only for things to go horrible wrong eleven times. Not counting just now." "You...kept count?" "It'd be hard not to. The things I saw tend to stick with a person for life." "Wow. You sound like a grizzled old war vet, you know." "Huh, I think that came out wrong then. What I meant is that during those times, insanity and utter frustration that I haven't been able to forget." "Well that's less dark. Still, you really need to tell me some of your stories; the giant spider one you mentioned a few hours ago sounds exciting." "Trust me; it wasn't. It just left me with an instinct to burn any spiders on sight." "Still sounds fun." Two boys made their way through through a dense forest. One of them had black hair, and the other's was red. "You're positive that thing can lead us to Tsukiko right?" the black haired one asked, as he looked at a small petri dish in the other boy's hands. It was filled with water and had a single strand of hair pushed against the side. Coincidentally, in the same direction they were walking. "Nathan, just chill man. Cobbling together a compass to find someone is easy if you have a lock of their hair." The one with red hair replied "Yeah...about that; why do you have a lock of her hair?" "Why else; for this very scenario." "Okay, but how did you get it?" "It was stuck to her clothes, I picked it off, and decided it could be useful." "I'm suddenly a lot less comfortable being alone in a forest with you Danny."</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" Tsukiko looked at Erica with a dirty look on her face still irritated by her situation. She was frustrated and didn't really mean to vent like she did toward her sister, but she didn't feel she needed to apologize. She believed her sister was used to her constant whining though she would have bit anyone's head off if anyone said she was actually whining. She sighed deeply as she took a deep breath breathing in the freshness of the air and letting it touch her lungs about to speak to Erica when she heard a sound in the forest. She immediately turned her attention away from Erica jumped down off the cliffside and headed straight into the forest tracking the sound she heard in the forest. She didn't say a single word while she was sprinting through the forest trying to find out what that sound she heard was.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Any idea what caused the engines to fail like that?" Nathan asked Danny out of the blue "I'm an alchemist Nathan, not an engineer" He reminded his companion "You still most likely know more about that stuff then I do" "Eh, there is a little bit of overlap. Although without seeing the damage for myself, my best guess would have to be sabotage." "You think someone broke the engines intentionally?" "No, that's just my best guess. I can't think of anything else that could have caused them to fail that someone wouldn't have caught. Now granted, I'm sure there is an explanation that makes sense that isn't 'someone did it on purpose' but I don't know what it is." "Really? I thought you said that engineering and alchemy had a little overlap?" "That's mostly around fuel. Turns out that alchemy is good at making the stuff that powers ships like that." "I see." With their conversation at an end, the two fell back into silence.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Tsukiko continued to venture into the deep vast green forest as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pace broke from a full out sprint to a regular walk as she carefully looked around her surroundings to see if anyone was present. From a distance she thought she saw two individuals who were talking to each other. She could barely understand what they were saying since they were so far away. When she tried to walk further a hand clamped over her mouth for a split second as the individual pulled her toward him. He released his hand whee she started to bark in anger about being hand-gagged and pulled into a clearing where the individual could talk to her. The individual who had grabbed her wore mostly black and he had long silverish hair that trickled down his backside toward his legs. Tsukiko backed away from the individual looking at him in anger before she snapped, "What is the big idea grabbing me out of nowhere then making it so I couldn't breathe? What were you trying to do, kill me!" She said in anger as she tried to kick the man in the shin only to have him dodge her attack. "This forest is dangerous. You should leave at once." The man said as he clanged onto his sword which was implanted into the ground. His sword was covered in a purplish black like substance which trickled down the entire blade and dripped toward the ground like fallen raindrops. Tsukiko started yelling at the man telling him to stop telling her what to do when a loud roar could be heard in the vicinity. The man pulled Tsukiko into his duster and embraced her hiding her from a appearance a blackish like creature howled in the forest as it made its way through the clearing they were standing in. The man immediately moved into the brush pulling the feisty creamy yellow haired maiden in with him.</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir Erica shook her head as she saw Tsukiko moved away without a word at the sound of...something. Something that could be their crewmate, a local, or a demon. Two out of the three means problem and of course her sister rushed at it. "And they say I'm the reckless one," she muttered before chasing after Tsukiko. It wasn't long until she ran into a pair of figure. However, neither of the two was Tsukiko. Instead, she ran into two men that she knew from the ship. "Huh, it's you two," Erica said to Danny and Nathan. She frowned at the two boys and the somehow missing Tsukiko. How did she miss her? She was running straight! She tapped her feet on the ground a few times before staring straight at the two boys. "Say, did you two run into Tsukiko just now? She should've been in front of me." Regardless of either of their reply, they would soon be interrupted by a not-quite-distant roar of a creature. Somehow, the three would know that Tsukiko was involved with whatever it was that roared.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Before either of them could respond to Erica, the roar cut them off. "Please tell me your compass isn't pointing in the direction" Nathan almost pleaded to Danny. "My compass is pointing in that direction." "Dammit! Well, at least we have an idea how far away she is" Nathan took off like a bullet in the direction of the roar after he had finished talking. "Hey, wait! Geez, how can he move that fast?" Dumping the water out of his dish (while making sure to save the hair), he put it away while turning to face Erica "he is right though; we need to move now"</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Compass? What compass?" Erica questioned as assumption started to assert itself in her head. Her eyes bored into the young alchemist with increasing suspicion. "He is right though; we need to move now," Danny said with some sense of urgency to her. "Fine, we'll talk about this later," Erica huffed. She then turned and chased after Nathan. They soon arrived at a clearing and were greeted to the sight of a pitch black beast prowling menacingly at them. There was, however, no sign of Tsukiko. --- Aart was in the middle of converting his pod into a powerfist when he heard a voice calling him. He did not recognize the speaker but it sounded familiar enough and being the only other sapient voice he heard after the crash led the Dwarf into looking around for the source.He soon find an all too familiar drone flying nearby. "Och, it's you lad, guess you're fine as well, eh?" Aart grunted. "Do you know where the ship crashed? I want to check my babies but I can't make head or tails where I have to go."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus "Yes. I could sense the ship a mile awhile. It isn't like there is any other tech at its scale anywhere near here. I am at the ship right now. It is bad. Really bad. I can lead you back to the ship. Follow the droid." his voice came out, distorted by the speaker. It moved slightly backwards towards the ship and then stopped waiting for Aart. Axel was working on repairing a computer terminal. He had set up a protocol to have any major accidents at the ship be recorded and sent to all the terminals across the ship, but the damage to the ship made reading the data through simple magic not possible. He would have to get the device itself working, and then try to salvage any data that he could. He muttered to himself, "I hope this works." which then echo'ed through the droid's speakers as he had set it to pick up anything he said, and forgot to mute himself. If not, he would have to get the black-box. Ever cautious, he had set up two. One was near the pilot's seat, and if that one was not functional. Axel shuddered.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "So that's our noisemaker" Nathan raised an eyebrow "I don't see any sign of Tsukiko, guess she didn't cross this thing." Danny noted. "So what's the plan? Do we take this thing, or just run?" "I'm not sure we could lose it if we ran. At best, we could try to scare it off." "How?" "Like this" Nathan gathered power in his left hand and held it there for a few seconds, letting it build. Once he felt that it was sufficient, he punched the ground in front of him, creating a small crater as well as shaking the surroundings. "Jeez! You did all that with just a punch! That's scary!" Danny jumped at the sight of the aftermath. "It was either that or fire, and I don't want to burn this whole place down." "Fair enough."</s>
<\|description\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) Description: Human Form Dragon Form Demigod Form: Age: 17 Race: Dragonite Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby Favorite Interest:: None, see above Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival. Most Hated Word: None Quote: "Everything is just so fragile" Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat Ambition: None Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual Element: Fire Weakness: Water Magical Level: D Special Skills: Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races. Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage. Techniques: Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes. Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body. Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it. Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns. Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped. He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind. Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him. The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share. He was only 7 years old. After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away. After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out. When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled. Name: Danny Mason Description: Demigod Form: Age: 17 1/2 Race: Human Gender: Male Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible. Favorite Interest: Cooking Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that. Person of Interest: Bestfriend: None Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body Most Hated Word: None Quote: None Important Value in Life: Happiness Favorite Food: He loves everything Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father. Sin Guilty of Most: None Title: Has yet to receive one Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways. Weapon Preference: Tonfas Weapon Name: Egis Name: None yet Egis Weapon Type: None yet Egis Weapon: None yet Contracted Deity: None yet Deity's Element Alignment: None yet Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual Element: Water Weakness: Fire Magical Level: C Special Skills: Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along. Techniques: True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states. Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father. A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus Axel paused, and part of him was talking to himself and the other was talking to Aart, "This is bad. This is really bad." He managed to get the terminal working, and surprisingly accessed the crash data without much problem. If it was sabotage, whoever did it seem to not interfere with the ships analytical protocols. Axel paused again, making an audible breath that echo'ed through the speaker, "I had set up a system to record any data about any incident where one or more of the ship's systems was compromised. I managed to salvage the results, however, it is gibberish. It is just, random junk code that ends up meaning nothing. I can't find any immediate evidence of sabotage in the system, either someone really knew what they was doing to bring the ship down without me noticing, or.." Axel took another deep breath before going on, "I.. I.. I just don't know. According to the analytics, all systems was at normal functioning rate, and then something happened that the ship tried to record but end up just producing junk. The data stops before the crash, so I will have to manually check the status of the ship's system, however, I am not optimistic about it."</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha The beast when it was trapped in he ball concentrated its energy and devoured the ball with its own energy. When it managed to escape form the ball that was created by Nathan it was evident that regular magic wasn't going to work on this enemy. One could only think what could work on this beast as it only stared at Danny and Nathan pressing its foot at the ground like it was about to charge at them once again. The girl who was fighting her beast earlier managed to defeat her enemy then looked over and saw that there were two people in the air. Both of them who were male which she saw they were trying to use magic to subdue their demon. She could only shake her head since she knew these beasts could not be defeated by conventional magic alone. She didn't know whether to get involved or to just watch from a distance as she let her sword kiss her ankles as it glowed brilliantly like when the moon shone downs on the shimmering waters of the lake that its reflection embraces. Tsukiko had been watching what was going and saw that Danny and Nathan were in the area. She took a look behind her and the man who had saved her earlier was gone. Also the beast he fought wasn't around either. She didn't quite understand what was going on. The man was there a moment ago, but when she became fixated on the girl and her two colleagues he slipped away without her getting a chance to thank him or ask for his name. It was okay for her to move her hand away from where her skirt was being lifted up in the air by the energy of that individual since he was nowhere to be found and all she could see was a giant black spot on the ground which looked like the imprint of the beast. She heard a familiar female voice yell out and ask where she was. She softly spoke just loud enough for her to hear her, "I'm over here."</s>	<\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Huh...wasn't expecting that" Danny said as he saw the beast break out of his spell. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?" "I've got a few." Nathan walked forward a little. Not enough to provoke the creature to attack right away, but enough to make him it's target. When the beast finally did charge at him, he was ready, with spiritual magic charging his entire body. When the beast reached the end of it's charge and jumped at him, Nathan acted; with his body enhanced by magic, he was able to reach out and grab both of it's front limbs. Without wasting even a moment, Nathan began to spin around in place, picking up speed as he held onto the creature. Once he had reached sufficient speed, he raised his arms to a 45 degree angle and let go. The creature went soaring, climbing high into the air before it hit the ground somewhere far away from them. "With any luck, that should have taken care of it." "Jeez, that looked brutal" Danny cringed Nathan shrugged "I'd rather not get into a fight if I don't have to. Assuming it survives the landing, I doubt it'll be in any condition to follow us." "Fair enough. Finding Tsukiko is more important."</s>
<\|description\|>Erica Nilsdottir Description : A tall red-haired woman with green eyes. Her muscular body is covered with scars causing her to have an imposing figure. Still, even with her hair cut short, it's impossible to mistake her as a male due to her noticeable assets. Additionally, she has the image of thorny vines tattoed into her left upper-arm and the image of branches and leaves into her right upper-arm. Apparel: She mostly wears sleeveless vest and trouser. Her rough activities shows on them as the various tear and stitches patchjobs. She will also wear extra armors during jobs if she feels they're needed. Age: 26 Race : Mathua Gender: F Combat Style: Erica Smash Weapon Preference: Halberd Magic Systems: Spiritual Weakness : Miracle Magical Level : D Special Skills : Whether it's due to technique or magic, it's hard to block Erica's movement or attack once she commit into it. Personality: Erica lives by the "Work Hard, Party Hard" creed. As such, outside of work she would be mostly seen either training/sparring or going around looking for fun things to do. She also likes poking fun of her adoptive sister and would frequently set her up for a date or attempt to drag her along whenever she goes out to play. She's quick to anger and quick to forgive, although she has a bad tendency of keeping a grudge. Biography: Erica was the adoptive daughter of a mercenary. She decided to be a mercenary in order to repay her debt to him and to take care of the adoptive sister that they picked up not long after. Joined the Egis Hunter shortly after her adoptive sister citing that it would be more fun with more stable income. Name : Aart von Gjallarhorn Description : Apparel : Considers himself clothed as long as he's either in his power armor or has his tool belts on. Age: 430 Race : Dwarves Gender: M Combat Style: Lock n' Load Weapon Preference: Guns and his Power Armor Weapon Name: Mk VII Power Armor – Cracker * Shoulder mounted missiles pod (broken and no ammo) - * Power fist * Arm mounted assault cannon * Wrist mounted beam gun Magic Systems : Alchemy Weakness : Vacuum Magical Level : E Special Skills : Weapon Smith: Aart is proficient in the maintenance of weapons and is capable of making and customizing new equipment provided he has the materials and tools. Personality: A gun enthusiast, hedonist and self-proclaimed scientist and gourmet. Aart is eccentric by Dwarven standard and a lunatic by most others. A deadly combination as he won't hesitate testing new equipment on the field no matter how sure he was on claiming safety. Biography: Aart was surprisingly tightlipped about his past before joining the crew as their Quarter Master. Although he can be coaxed with liquors and tend to blabber about once sufficiently intoxicated, which was a feat by itself due to his Dwarven blood. Name : Alice Langfeldt Description : Apparel : A simple clothing consisting of a plain shirt and a skirt that reached to her thighs. Kept her shoulder length hair tied with a scarf. Age: 16 Race : Human Gender: F Alignment: Lawful Good Interests: Magic, Regis, Ibeni, Ethera, Fluffy animals Dislikes: Werewolves, bandits, slavers, dogs Important value: Friends and family Favorite Food: Pickled Fruits Combat Style: Hit and Run (emphasis on Run) Weapon Preference: - Weapon Name: - Personality: A kind and trusting girl. She would rather forgive someone and give them a second chance than making an enemy. She's an idealist even as she realized that as a human, she could do nothing to realize her dreams. Biography: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Axel Vinctus A metal sphere landed on the surface of the plant with a thud making a small impact marks on the ground. The metal then fold outwards until it was a flat sheet of metal, revealing a young man curdled into a ball with his hands on his hand. However, he was not quite human. Golden fur covered his body and he had a small canine like muzzle and a tail. Strange marks covered the metal that he was sitting down on, glowing faintly with some form of soft, blue light. He looked normal, relatively speaking. He stood up and all of a sudden his left leg gave out and he fell back down to the metal, but somehow landed with a sound. It hurt, but he just steadied himself and more carefully stood back up, for the most part ignoring the pain. He did a small motion with his hand, and in an inaudible sound exploded in all directions. After a short pause, he heard it return back to him as if he was a dolphin or bat using echo-location. He started limping in the direction. It was not a particularly long walk, but did take longer as he had slight limp in his step, in was not but a few minutes before he was in a shadow of a giant hunk of metal, which was once a vessel able to travel through the stars. He sighed, "I have a lot of work to do. I am sure the others can find there way back to the ship, I should go ahead and get started." he said, talking to himself in a low voice.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "I keep telling you; this isn't my fault. There was an engine problem, and I was nowhere near the engine. You were with me, you should know that." "Doesn't matter; you said it." "Wow, you're really convinced that you can tempt fate, aren't you?" "You're a scientist-" "Alchemist." "-so you should be able to understand that when one event occurs after a different event enough times, then it becomes safe to assume that the later causes the former." "That still doesn't account for the 'how'. That's pretty important too. Besides, how many times could you-" "Eleven." "Sorry?" "I've seen people say something like 'what could possible go wrong', only for things to go horrible wrong eleven times. Not counting just now." "You...kept count?" "It'd be hard not to. The things I saw tend to stick with a person for life." "Wow. You sound like a grizzled old war vet, you know." "Huh, I think that came out wrong then. What I meant is that during those times, insanity and utter frustration that I haven't been able to forget." "Well that's less dark. Still, you really need to tell me some of your stories; the giant spider one you mentioned a few hours ago sounds exciting." "Trust me; it wasn't. It just left me with an instinct to burn any spiders on sight." "Still sounds fun." Two boys made their way through through a dense forest. One of them had black hair, and the other's was red. "You're positive that thing can lead us to Tsukiko right?" the black haired one asked, as he looked at a small petri dish in the other boy's hands. It was filled with water and had a single strand of hair pushed against the side. Coincidentally, in the same direction they were walking. "Nathan, just chill man. Cobbling together a compass to find someone is easy if you have a lock of their hair." The one with red hair replied "Yeah...about that; why do you have a lock of her hair?" "Why else; for this very scenario." "Okay, but how did you get it?" "It was stuck to her clothes, I picked it off, and decided it could be useful." "I'm suddenly a lot less comfortable being alone in a forest with you Danny."</s> <\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir "Of course you could, no one's questioning that," Erica replied a matter-of-factly. "It was an emergency, it's not like we got the time to pick the pods we're going to use." Both knew that it was a blatant lie and it was obvious that Erica intended to stick to her words regardless. Erica kept her gaze against Tsukiko in an amused challenge and waited for her sister's retort. When none came, she let off a disappointed huff before tapping Tsukiko on the shoulder. "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" --- In front of yet another ruined metal sphere, a lone dwarf was busy banging his arm against the pod's console. "Work, you piece of shoddy machinery!" he exclaimed as he swung down his fist once more. It was to no avail as the device remain stubbornl quiet. Aart grumbled in frustration and kicked at the machine. Sitting down, the dwarf considered what to do next. He had to find the ship's crash site, even if it was only to make sure he could ascertain his beloved guns are still intact. Still, he can't find out where it was without the comm and looking around blind would be bad. Especially as he only had the tools in his toolbelt as something approaching a weapon. Aart idly munched on a shrapnel as he surveyed the woods surrounding him. Well, at least he won't have to worry about firewood or food if he had to stay put and wait.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha "Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?" Tsukiko looked at Erica with a dirty look on her face still irritated by her situation. She was frustrated and didn't really mean to vent like she did toward her sister, but she didn't feel she needed to apologize. She believed her sister was used to her constant whining though she would have bit anyone's head off if anyone said she was actually whining. She sighed deeply as she took a deep breath breathing in the freshness of the air and letting it touch her lungs about to speak to Erica when she heard a sound in the forest. She immediately turned her attention away from Erica jumped down off the cliffside and headed straight into the forest tracking the sound she heard in the forest. She didn't say a single word while she was sprinting through the forest trying to find out what that sound she heard was.</s> <\|message\|>Nathan (Neltharion Zind) "Any idea what caused the engines to fail like that?" Nathan asked Danny out of the blue "I'm an alchemist Nathan, not an engineer" He reminded his companion "You still most likely know more about that stuff then I do" "Eh, there is a little bit of overlap. Although without seeing the damage for myself, my best guess would have to be sabotage." "You think someone broke the engines intentionally?" "No, that's just my best guess. I can't think of anything else that could have caused them to fail that someone wouldn't have caught. Now granted, I'm sure there is an explanation that makes sense that isn't 'someone did it on purpose' but I don't know what it is." "Really? I thought you said that engineering and alchemy had a little overlap?" "That's mostly around fuel. Turns out that alchemy is good at making the stuff that powers ships like that." "I see." With their conversation at an end, the two fell back into silence.</s> <\|message\|>Tsukiko Eiokonasha Tsukiko continued to venture into the deep vast green forest as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pace broke from a full out sprint to a regular walk as she carefully looked around her surroundings to see if anyone was present. From a distance she thought she saw two individuals who were talking to each other. She could barely understand what they were saying since they were so far away. When she tried to walk further a hand clamped over her mouth for a split second as the individual pulled her toward him. He released his hand whee she started to bark in anger about being hand-gagged and pulled into a clearing where the individual could talk to her. The individual who had grabbed her wore mostly black and he had long silverish hair that trickled down his backside toward his legs. Tsukiko backed away from the individual looking at him in anger before she snapped, "What is the big idea grabbing me out of nowhere then making it so I couldn't breathe? What were you trying to do, kill me!" She said in anger as she tried to kick the man in the shin only to have him dodge her attack. "This forest is dangerous. You should leave at once." The man said as he clanged onto his sword which was implanted into the ground. His sword was covered in a purplish black like substance which trickled down the entire blade and dripped toward the ground like fallen raindrops. Tsukiko started yelling at the man telling him to stop telling her what to do when a loud roar could be heard in the vicinity. The man pulled Tsukiko into his duster and embraced her hiding her from a appearance a blackish like creature howled in the forest as it made its way through the clearing they were standing in. The man immediately moved into the brush pulling the feisty creamy yellow haired maiden in with him.</s>	<\|message\|>Erica Nilsdottir Erica shook her head as she saw Tsukiko moved away without a word at the sound of...something. Something that could be their crewmate, a local, or a demon. Two out of the three means problem and of course her sister rushed at it. "And they say I'm the reckless one," she muttered before chasing after Tsukiko. It wasn't long until she ran into a pair of figure. However, neither of the two was Tsukiko. Instead, she ran into two men that she knew from the ship. "Huh, it's you two," Erica said to Danny and Nathan. She frowned at the two boys and the somehow missing Tsukiko. How did she miss her? She was running straight! She tapped her feet on the ground a few times before staring straight at the two boys. "Say, did you two run into Tsukiko just now? She should've been in front of me." Regardless of either of their reply, they would soon be interrupted by a not-quite-distant roar of a creature. Somehow, the three would know that Tsukiko was involved with whatever it was that roared.</s>
<\|description\|>Robin Lowe "Oh Jesus, are you even trying?" T H E . O R I G I N A T O R Age: Sixteen Height; Weight: 5'5"; 149lbs Stripes: Ten Reason for Admission: - Flooded the boy's bathroom with ink and doodles... Three separate times. - Sent little, scary drawings into the girl's locker room on multiple occasions. - Started one too many scarps in the school yard (that smile of his started wars, one of the teachers had said). Years Admitted: Four --- Special Abilities: Art Manipulation Physical Strength: Hideously weak. No, seriously, Robin bruises easier then a peach and sometimes has trouble even opening a door. He isn't unhealthy in the slightest, in fact he's quite harsh on himself when it comes to eating right and exercising, but in the end he just finds himself with lack luster muscles and an inability to change this fact about himself. He's quick but not extremely so, and seems to have two left feet. Overall rating: 3/10 Mental Strength: What Robin lacks in physicality he makes up for in smarts. Brute strength is replaced with brute honesty, wailing fists pushed aside for startling, harsh commentary. He is a little spitfire, a smiling manic with a mouth he obviously keeps unfiltered to rile people up. Robin has the eyes of an artist (albeit, a bad artist) and he uses his observant nature to point out various flaws and insecurities of people, places, or things. His bad mouth has often gotten him into trouble, and his excuse for all the horrid yet intellectually accurate words he spews is normally "I don't like lying to people's faces, ya know?" Due to his mental-oriented nature, he is relatively well off in the ways of mental fortitude. Overall rating: 9/10 Weaknesses: * Drawing: Yes, an art manipulator with the inability to draw (draw well at least). Even if Robin is aware of his sucky art he never lets on. Sometimes he'll draw a scribble and look proud, but in the end it's just a scribble that will eventually leap off the page to wreak havoc and nothing more. * Fighting: Robin likes to stay on the analytical side of things and often lets his drawings do the dirty work for him. He bruises easy and isn't a fan of violence in general, even if his words say otherwise. * Observant People: People who can see through his smiley facade scare him, greatly. * Water: Like, really. Water gets all his papers soaked and all the colors bleed together to make an even bigger mess than before. It's a real mess when Robin and water collide. * Women: Gynophobia, the fear of women in a social and physical sense. Spurred from Robin's awful mother, he often has trouble talking to and approaching women in public, and will at times scurry away in an effort not to see any at all. Restrained?: Yes Details: Robin's restriction is literally censorship. Yep, when his words or drawings get too out of control, his collar puts into act a various amount of bleeps or blurs to ensure that Robin can no longer speak out with his horrid words or draw anything too big and deadly-looking. --- Background Info: Robin liked drawing. Ever since he was young he made hideous attempts at art and showed it off like masterpieces. The first time his power came into action he was five and he had just drawn a huge bunny-cat combo. It leapt off the page with vigor and trotted across his room savagely, spurred by the boy's imagination alone. Robin had to squash it with a book to get it to vanish. He drew more creatures after that and honed his powers. His mother called him a freak. His father called him a genius. Robin called himself "an artist". Robin didn't like his mother. She was the opposite of a war; she was boring and chilling and lazy. Her voice gave Robin nightmares and he eventually grew a fear of all women because she was either overbearing or nothing at all. He went to public school and did well in most classes, besides gym. He always got caught trying to sneak out in gym. The extra punishment laps never helped him like the class any better. Robin hung around as the head of a small school gang once. They enjoyed his plots and followed his word like monkeys. He liked them. They ended up not liking him after a certain smile and harsh set of language and devised to bully him one day in the boy's restroom. That was the first instance of ink and doodles running rampant. The entire first floor men's restroom was coated with ink stains for the rest of the year. Robin looked pleased rather then apologetic. This accident happened many more times after that. The second time it happened Robin was skipping class. The third time was Robin getting some relief from his boredom. The fourth incident happened when one of the taller girls got too close and scared the hell outta him. The last incident happened when he sent a few naughty scribbles out to rile up some upperclassmen. He was locked sent away for good after that. Interests: * Mischief: Robin's one true love. His words are normally meant to stir the waters in an effort to spawn some issues or playful problems. Of course, they're also the reason he often ends up with black eyes and bloody noses. * Drawing: Even if he's god awful at it, drawing still helps Robin unwind and his creations are helpful, even if they're a bit harder to control. * People Watching: "It's not perverse, it's just a hobby!" Robin enjoys looking out for peoples weak spots, and people watching is just how he does so. * Graffiti: Though Robin is god awful at sketching and painting, he is surprisingly adept at graffiti, and when given the time and place and items he'll gladly put his tag up (in record time to boot!) * Smiling: Robin's snarky grins have earned him a reputation of being a "fake ass". He'll smirk even when he's putting down another poor soul with his harsh words. Sometimes a more sadistic light can be caught shining between his teeth, but for all intents and purposes they're just regular, seedy smirks. And he loves making them, for some reason. * Cooking: Robin's a killer chef, and he adores making food as much as he enjoys eating it. Other: * Estranged from his mother * Really likes animated movies * Really hates sweets</s> <\|message\|>Peridot "Perri" King T H E . S E C O N D . D A Y The school gates were wide open, the small shops by the entrance bustling with life. Children cried in their parents' arms if the parents were present, cheering up only when offered a treat. The entrance ceremony had been yesterday, and today, the visitors that had come with the new students were leaving. Childhood friends said their goodbyes, promising to meet during the upcoming break, and those with no one to greet them made their ways to their rooms. Even the rooms were solitary, with no windows. Those who had family with them found it awkward sleeping in such a suffocating room. Those who'd been there years before found it familiar. The air conditioner helped cool down the stuffiness of the room, and besides Greenwing wouldn't be Greenwing without it's shitty dorms. As the noon slowly crawled past, more and more visitors started to leave, even the shop owners starting to close up shop. Food trucks were the first to go, followed slowly by the disassembly of the stalls. The front gates that was clogged with life only a day and a few hours ago slowly dwindled to the Greenwing Academy student body, gathering as their collars prevented them from following after their family, some teens picking up younger children over their shoulders to wave after the disappearing crowd. As the gates shut close with a loud BANG, the speakers on all of the watch towers clicked on, buzzing the familiar, "FREE PERIOD" warning that so many returnees had been greeted with before. Confused new students looked around, past students immediately doing whatever they tended to do. A few stragglers watched from the gate as they watched two cruise ships sail off the island, trying to wave to a haze that was indistinguishable. And thus, another year of Greenwing Academy began.</s> <\|message\|>Justice Rivera Justice Rivera --- Reddened tan skin tickled a young boy's face as he stood with others, waving goodbye to a disappearing crowd. He'd turned his mother, who had unwillingly gone along to send him off to school, as a child momentarily before the crowd dispersed, earning a well deserved smack on the face. The woman didn't hold back even despite Justice having reverted to a child, he mused, holding the gate with his now much smaller hands. "Well, time to look for some familiar faces," he grinned, pulling away from the gates and rushing past new students. Considering the actual school year didn't start until tomorrow, the day's free time allowed the prisoners-- ah, the students-- have some time to explore the school without being dressed in uniform. Some kids-- either new or just really enthusiastic about school rules-- had their black and white uniforms already on, but little children (like the kind Justice was pretending to be) were dressed in clothes their parents had helped them with before they left. He made his way towards the statue by the fountain, where a girl slightly taller than him with long white hair played with the water. A few other kids played in the water itself, one even completely submerged, Justice making his way to sit on the ground beside the white haired girl. "Hola Gabby," he greeted with a playful grin, dipping his hand in the water as well, trying to grasp at the water and letting it slip past his tan fingers. "What's for lunch tomorro?" "No lunch," said the girl-- who upon closer investigation would be revealed as just a very pretty boy-- "Cafeteria's closed tomorrow." "Haha, funny, You like jokes? Seriously though, what is it--" Gabriel gave a small frown, touching the collar on their neck before glancing up at the sun that shone over the large walls of the city. "Oh wait, haha, not tomorrow. There's the usual lunch sets and like.... pizza--" The conversation was cut short by water being splashed in Justice's face, at which the teen in a boy's body stood up, pitching a, "Yo what the fuck--" a grin on his face as he clambered on top of the edge of the fountain to jump on who he assumed was the perperator's back-- --- --- Peridot King --- Curly blonde locks waved in the wind as a girl hung upside down on a tree northeast of the open space, skirt showing off uniform shorts that were probably stolen. Using her hands as pretend binoculars, she searched the school, from the guards atop the watchpoints to the fights on the ground that weren't being stopped, she focused in and out of each scene with pretend, "Vweeeeeeen," noises paired with small bubbles escaping her lips as she did so. "Such pretty little kiddies this new year," he cooed, grabbing the bottom portion of her jaw in excitement, her upper teeth clamping down on her knuckles. "I gotta go and greet em, I gotta~" As she pulled herself up with much trouble, holding her breath as her stomach hurt from the effort, her hand slipped and soon she was falling a distance below, her laugh accented by large bubbles escaping her lips.</s>	<\|message\|>Robin Lowe Robin observed the crowd, as he so often did, and chuckled to himself. They were all the same, every year. Every single knew child stood in wait for direction and every returning soul ambled along to their posts, ready for another year of Hell. It was a fun passed time, watching confused or apathetic faces shift, especially when his collar was kicked in and he was unable to greet anyone or draw anything without being blurred and bleeped like some kind of indecent act on the TV. His eyes skipped across familiar and unfamiliar faces as he crumbled paper in his fist and pressed his back against a rough tree, feeling grounded by the splinters that pricked through his uniform. He chuckled again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared idly at a certain gathering of children. They were all newbies, he could tell by the curious curve of their brow and shifting of their hands. One of them looked about his age, sixteen, and she was folding her hands over and over as if trying to start a fire without anything to catch it. She said something quietly to the boy on her left (?a brother?) and the boy sighed and turned towards the gate. His gaze was forlorn. How pretty. Robin followed his gaze for a moment and then returned to staring. Another game he liked to play was "Guess the Freak", and it was best done at the beginning of the year, where new meat remained foreign and unknown in his mind's eye. The girl and the boy seemed painfully average (and related. Robin noticed their shared noses and pale hair), but the collars around their neck signified their need for punishment. Robin touched his own collar and muttered a vivid swear weird. A harsh beep emitted just in time to cancel the hideous waste of vocabulary, and Robin winced as he saw a few eyes turn his way, curious and new. He returned his stare to the two possible siblings, ignore the whispers and gazes, and watched. He watched and watched and watched until the girl did something of note. She ran her finger along the inside of the choker. Something sparked. His mind screamed lightning freak! and, just as she attempted whatever she wanted to do, a minimal shock of electricity burst from her collar. She straightened and drew her finger away, babbling suddenly and quickly to her brother. And her brother, confused, placed a hand to his own collar and gulped. They discovered a restraint. Robin discovered a new girl to avoid. He eventually grew tired of the view and sighed, eyes turning down to stare idly at the blurry, scribble-picture of what would have been a rad-looking snake if not for his own restraint. The blur was impossible to see through. Stupid, stupid school. Robin let his head fall back hard against the splintering. And, with narrowed eyes, he wondered where the few kids he knew well were hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Copen Thorsen "Did someone say I look hipster?" Age: 17 Height; Weight: 6,4", 160lbs Stripes: 11 Reason for Admission: - Numerous incidents of theft. He was eventually caught when trailed after stealing a cellphone off of a display. The security guard couldn't believe his eyes when the girl shifted back into a tall, blond teenager. After he was caught, a stash of stolen items was found in Copen's bedroom by the police, who were now aware of his powers. - Impersonation. Copen thought it was funny when he made out with a classmate as her boyfriend, only to shift back into himself and shock her. He'd done it a couple of times to some others, in fact. By now, the police knew of his powers – and suddenly, this was, 'sexual harassment…' Puh-lease, they certainly enjoyed my extensive kissing skills at the time. The stealing and impersonation happened around the same time, and the government realized the danger if this kid continued spiraling downward. Years Admitted: 3 Special Abilities: Copen is a human shapeshifter. He can take the form of whoever he pleases – with a catch. His body mass has to stay the same. To get around this, he might replicate someone as slightly taller or larger than usual. He would be a very chubby six-year-old, for example. Physical Strength: In his normal form, Copen isn't strong. He's quite slender and has coltish limbs that he's slightly self-conscious of. However, he isn't really bothered to put the work in to become stronger – he prefers to run. Copen is quite cardio fit, and has nicely toned legs despite them being slim. However, he is able to shift into a muscular person if he so wishes. They won't be tall though – muscle weighs quite a bit – and this can be a disadvantage in a fight. He refers to it as, "Wolverine mode." Minus the claws. Mental Strength: Copen isn't clever. He really isn't. He's a bit of an airhead, to be honest – it's why he was caught so easily. Who could resist the looks on people's faces when they found out about him? He's a bit narcissistic, too. He's forever fixing his hair and straightening his clothes. Underneath this though, he does care about other people and has a soft heart. Copen is happy-go-lucky, tending not to worry about 'unimportant,' things. He's usually smiling that slight-too-big-for-his-face smile, and laughing rather loudly. He's also flirtatious and open to hook-ups – but occasionally obsessive over a girl he really likes. Weaknesses: - With his good looks and charm getting him most of the way in life, Copen sometimes finds himself very stuck when it doesn't work on people. He gets frustrated quite easily and isn't exactly a problem solver so much as a problem maker. - His narcissism can sometimes blind him to how he appears to others – usually along the lines of annoying. - Electrical shocks will 'turn off' his shifting. Restrained?: Yes Details: Copen can shift with his restraint - but it comes with a catch. When he shifts, his entire skin turns blue. It makes it such that he cannot actually impersonate anyone; they'll all know it's him. His skin will turn back to normal when he's back to his usual form. Background Info: ~ Raised by average, 'normal,' family in the rather boring suburbs. Only child. Boring boring boring. Mother and father are skilled Danish immigrants. ~ Popular, well-liked at school amongst peers, not so much amongst teachers – caused mischief. ~ Powers came into being at around age 12. Mucked around with them for innocent fun and attention. ~ Things got boring again, he decided to start doing more daring stunts. Impersonating teachers at school ("school's out for the day!"), stealing and more nefarious impersonation for 'action' he wouldn't otherwise get. ~ Caught at age 14 with numerous crimes against his name. Decided that he should go to the school for rehabilitation. Interests: ~ Himself ~ Beer (alcohol in general, really) ~ Girls ~ Parties ~ Dancing. This boy has the skills to foxtrot and waltz his way into a girl's heart, weirdly enough. It's a passion of his. Other: He speaks both Danish and English fluently due to his heritage – although the Danish doesn't come in too useful. The glasses are just for show; he doesn't actually need them [hider=Relationships] --- Copen Thorsen --- --- \|\| ☯ Acquaintance ☯ \|\| ☮ Friend ☮ \|\| ♢ Best Friend ♢ \|\| ❀ Love Interest ❀ \|\| ♡ Boyfriend-Girlfriend ♡ \|\| ♤ Rival ♤ \|\| ☠ Enemy ☠ \|\| --- --- [color=???]symbol[/color] Justice Rivera [color=???]symbol[/color] Thoughts on character ☯ Peridot "Perri" King ☯ Kind of... crazy. [color=???]symbol[/color] Robin Lowe [color=???]symbol[/color] Thoughts on character ☮ Hana Graves ☮ She's quiet and dark, but it's sort of a challenge to try to make her laugh. I'm not very successful, though... ☮ Jackie Washington ☮ His paper planes make class more interesting. A chilled sort of guy, like me (well, most of the time). ☯Arjuna Sonozaki☯ Scary looking, but maybe a chill guy to hang out with underneath? ☯ Pat "Patty" Maddsen ☯ I'm confused. --- NPCS ☯ Gabriel Spurstein ☯ Kinda spacey. Short. Useful, though. ☮ Iwazumi "Weird Kid" Kaito ☮ Okay, so he's weird - but it's not like I wouldn't talk to him between classes, or whatever. ☠ Anita "Tree Bitch" Luzon ☠ A bitch indeed. ☯ Asahina "Miss Demeanor" Menoir ☯ She's strict and stuff, but isn't that what teachers do? It's sort of fun to jokingly flirt with her.[/code] [/hider]</s> <\|message\|>Justice Rivera Justice Rivera --- Reddened tan skin tickled a young boy's face as he stood with others, waving goodbye to a disappearing crowd. He'd turned his mother, who had unwillingly gone along to send him off to school, as a child momentarily before the crowd dispersed, earning a well deserved smack on the face. The woman didn't hold back even despite Justice having reverted to a child, he mused, holding the gate with his now much smaller hands. "Well, time to look for some familiar faces," he grinned, pulling away from the gates and rushing past new students. Considering the actual school year didn't start until tomorrow, the day's free time allowed the prisoners-- ah, the students-- have some time to explore the school without being dressed in uniform. Some kids-- either new or just really enthusiastic about school rules-- had their black and white uniforms already on, but little children (like the kind Justice was pretending to be) were dressed in clothes their parents had helped them with before they left. He made his way towards the statue by the fountain, where a girl slightly taller than him with long white hair played with the water. A few other kids played in the water itself, one even completely submerged, Justice making his way to sit on the ground beside the white haired girl. "Hola Gabby," he greeted with a playful grin, dipping his hand in the water as well, trying to grasp at the water and letting it slip past his tan fingers. "What's for lunch tomorro?" "No lunch," said the girl-- who upon closer investigation would be revealed as just a very pretty boy-- "Cafeteria's closed tomorrow." "Haha, funny, You like jokes? Seriously though, what is it--" Gabriel gave a small frown, touching the collar on their neck before glancing up at the sun that shone over the large walls of the city. "Oh wait, haha, not tomorrow. There's the usual lunch sets and like.... pizza--" The conversation was cut short by water being splashed in Justice's face, at which the teen in a boy's body stood up, pitching a, "Yo what the fuck--" a grin on his face as he clambered on top of the edge of the fountain to jump on who he assumed was the perperator's back-- --- --- Peridot King --- Curly blonde locks waved in the wind as a girl hung upside down on a tree northeast of the open space, skirt showing off uniform shorts that were probably stolen. Using her hands as pretend binoculars, she searched the school, from the guards atop the watchpoints to the fights on the ground that weren't being stopped, she focused in and out of each scene with pretend, "Vweeeeeeen," noises paired with small bubbles escaping her lips as she did so. "Such pretty little kiddies this new year," he cooed, grabbing the bottom portion of her jaw in excitement, her upper teeth clamping down on her knuckles. "I gotta go and greet em, I gotta~" As she pulled herself up with much trouble, holding her breath as her stomach hurt from the effort, her hand slipped and soon she was falling a distance below, her laugh accented by large bubbles escaping her lips.</s> <\|message\|>Robin Lowe Robin Lowe --- Robin observed the crowd, as he so often did, and chuckled to himself. They were all the same, every year. Every single knew child stood in wait for direction and every returning soul ambled along to their posts, ready for another year of Hell. It was a fun passed time, watching confused or apathetic faces shift, especially when his collar was kicked in and he was unable to greet anyone or draw anything without being blurred and bleeped like some kind of indecent act on the TV. His eyes skipped across familiar and unfamiliar faces as he crumbled paper in his fist and pressed his back against a rough tree, feeling grounded by the splinters that pricked through his uniform. He chuckled again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared idly at a certain gathering of children. They were all newbies, he could tell by the curious curve of their brow and shifting of their hands. One of them looked about his age, sixteen, and she was folding her hands over and over as if trying to start a fire without anything to catch it. She said something quietly to the boy on her left (?a brother?) and the boy sighed and turned towards the gate. His gaze was forlorn. How pretty. Robin followed his gaze for a moment and then returned to staring. Another game he liked to play was "Guess the Freak", and it was best done at the beginning of the year, where new meat remained foreign and unknown in his mind's eye. The girl and the boy seemed painfully average (and related. Robin noticed their shared noses and pale hair), but the collars around their neck signified their need for punishment. Robin touched his own collar and muttered a vivid swear weird. A harsh beep emitted just in time to cancel the hideous waste of vocabulary, and Robin winced as he saw a few eyes turn his way, curious and new. He returned his stare to the two possible siblings, ignore the whispers and gazes, and watched. He watched and watched and watched until the girl did something of note. She ran her finger along the inside of the choker. Something sparked. His mind screamed lightning freak! and, just as she attempted whatever she wanted to do, a minimal shock of electricity burst from her collar. She straightened and drew her finger away, babbling suddenly and quickly to her brother. And her brother, confused, placed a hand to his own collar and gulped. They discovered a restraint. Robin discovered a new girl to avoid. He eventually grew tired of the view and sighed, eyes turning down to stare idly at the blurry, scribble-picture of what would have been a rad-looking snake if not for his own restraint. The blur was impossible to see through. Stupid, stupid school. Robin let his head fall back hard against the splintering. And, with narrowed eyes, he wondered where the few kids he knew well were hiding.</s>	<\|message\|>Copen Thorsen It was a slightly sad day, Copen admitted to himself as he watched the new students say their farewells to all they'd ever known. He knew that feeling, even if it had been three years ago when he'd first said that temporary goodbye to his parents. The summer holidays had been fun, catching up with old friends and simply being back home. His old room was welcoming and bright; but the dorm at Greenwing had its own sort of charm. His things were already unpacked and organised in their usual places, and he'd hung out with a few familiar faces so far. It was disappointing to see that the Tree Bitch was back, along with her crew - he'd rather much hoped that something had happened to her over the holidays... It was funny to see the new kids try out their restraints, finding out how they'd been disabled. Copen disliked how his powers were affected, but it was a necessity when he looked at how some of them could cause havoc. It was only fair, he supposed - not that he wouldn't take advantage of his abilities if he could. It'd be fun. Now, everyone knew if it was him; he could still use his powers to tease or for his advantage, thankfully. Sticking his hands in the pockets of his uniform pants, he glanced about for anyone he knew. His long sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, displaying fair, blond-haired forearms, and the black-rimmed glasses he was so fond of perched on his straight nose. Maybe there'd be some new girls to flirt with, if he was lucky. That'd be nice. The new students eventually lost his interest, and Copen turned around to look for more familiar faces. He wandered over toward the fountain, chuckling with that wide smile of his as someone splashed the childlike Justice. He was a crazy guy, that one. And it was bizarre to see him in that form, smoking and swearing. All around him, were other supers like himself. It was strange, and yet terribly lovely.</s>
<\|description\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H BURNING BRIDGES FROM THE INSIDE OUT, ONE DAY I'LL BE STRONGER THAN MY OWN DOUBT what did you think would happen when you put me in an unnatural space? --- 03 NOV 2149P L A C E O F B I R T H Marseille, France, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X FemaleB L O O D T Y P E O+H E I G H T 177 centimetresW E I G H T 62 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Kalyani hates her biotics. Well, that's not quite right. Kalyani likes using her biotics. The ripple of eezo in her tissue, the way her skin burns as her corona flares to life, the rush of power when reality bends--that she'll never tire of. It's just everything else. It's BAaT. Her parents were just trying to help, she knows, but she can't help but hate their willingness to give her away. Conatix had promised they'd teach her. This was what was best for her, for humanity, they insisted. Their pretty words had won even Kalyani over. The idea of learning with others like her, training to be something greater, sounded wonderful. Needless to say, BAaT didn't measure up to her expectations. 'Brain Camp' was a hilarious misnomer. It was no haven for bookworms like Kalyani; it was more a death by a thousand cuts. Her world narrowed from dreams of wandering the stars to the halls of Jump Zero. The incomprehensible emptiness of space left room for nothing else. At least, she'd thought, she could go home when she came of age. Upon reflection, that was rather naive. Five years of keeping her head down, of senselessly pushing herself to the brink, of trying to behave her way into freedom only made things worse. She'd excelled; Conatix had need of excellent mentors. And without a credit to her name, how exactly could she make her way back to Earth? All this power and she can't get a fucking ride home.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It was going to be one of those days. Life in BAaT was never pleasant, but it was usually less awful. Kalyani had perfected the art of keeping her head down. It was a solid strategy. There were nearly three hundred students stuffed into these soulless walls; they caused enough trouble to keep most of the instructors busy. She'd been lucky enough to take to her biotics quickly. Excelling was dangerous, and so she bit back every protest and made herself as bland as possible. It was enough to keep her safe. Except, of course, when it didn't. Court looked so scared. He'd been on Jump Zero maybe a year at the most, and he hadn't learned to keep his mouth shut. He had all the makings of trouble—anger and a stubborn refusal to accept his lot. A few years ago, he might have gotten off with extra training and a few months of restriction. Once he'd tired of the isolation and the hunger deep in his bones, he'd have learned. Awful, yes, but effective. Throwing him to the wolves seemed needlessly cruel. What good could come of having a child--too young to even have his implants--try and fight? It didn't help. It was just senseless, inefficient even. Not that anyone cared. Not that she truly cared. She never said anything. Kalyani breathed deep, the familiar tingle whispering through her skin. And then fucking Nagamura mouthed off. The training room flooded with whispers, little knives of viciousness and relief. Any time someone else was under the weight of turian eyes, the world got a little bit safer for the others. Kalyani turned her back on Court's pale face, trying not to let relief flood her veins prematurely. Kicking the shit out of a scared little kid was one thing; fighting one of the assholes that drank the BAaT kool-aid was another thing entirely. Kalyani liked those matches. Caelnus' mandibles flared with what seemed like interest. His head cocked to one side, unblinking stare moving between the two of them in blatant appraisal. A long, terrible moment passed. Turians didn't smile properly; they just bared their teeth, neat little lines of razors. It was a classic threat display. Effective. "Permission granted," Caelnus' flanging voice seemed to echo in the stillness of the training room, ringing with amusement. Court shuffled off the mat, looking particularly small against the gathering crowd of students. Kalyani supposed this was a Learning Experience. It was strange being a part of this, being the whip when she'd spent what felt like forever at its mercy. Kalyani stepped back smoothly, dark eyes focusing on Nagamura as she found her place. Cruelty seemed etched in his every raw, jagged line, like BAaT had crawled inside him and flooded his veins. He was fire and ruthless competition, the same viciousness she'd seen in her own classmates, in her own silence. A familiar prickle began to build at the base of her skull, an electric bite flooding her senses. One moment she stood tall and rigid, posture too perfect—and then she flowed, slipping into a neutral stance, hands aloft and at the ready. She could practically feel her nerves humming, yearning to fire. The skin around her implants itched, fiery hot, ever sensitive. Her hands snapped, one arm drawing back, the other dropping low and grasping at air, fingers arched like claws. A rush of power screamed through her, silver and cobalt blooming from her skin in a violent corona. She pushed, throwing a line of screaming blue light, sparking as gravity caved to her will. Again. And again. It was simple to move, gathering mass effect fields, body surging with negative current. It was like it rushed to answer her, like it wanted to obey. Her heart leapt at the thrill of it, at how the nodules practically burned in her tissue, like little suns burrowed into her flesh. They answered so readily to her simple throws, watching as they shattered in sparks against flares of barriers. Learning.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H Yoroi was stepping onto the faux-leather padding as soon as Caelnus gave his blessing, not bothering to watch Court disappear back into the mass of waiting students. Good that he'd gone for it--did the turian know it was better this way, or was he just looking for something more entertaining to watch? Yoroi didn't know or care. It had worked. Now it was just him in Kalyani. Good. He wasn't going to win this match. Say what you want about her, Madan knew her shit. You didn't get to Step Nine any other way, even taking five years to do it. Most of the time she was all limp kitten, putting in the bare minimum to pass the muster and make the hawks happy, but there were more than a few hard boys who'd found out the that when it came right down to it she was a fucking natural. Even now, watching her prime, Yoroi could tell by the way her aura _flowed_ that she was starting to get into it. He remembered his parents, his friends, the teachers at school after Conatix got through with their civilian party line--they might have gotten the kids there with promises of glory and distant horizons, but they'd gotten the signature on the permission form with fear. Do you know what your child is capable of? You've no idea what he'll do if he doesn't learn to control himself. What if he flips out or something? I'm out, man, I'm not screwing around with no freak. I'm not trying to alarm you, but in certain cases biotic episodes have been known to turn violent. Yeah. Fucking cases like this one. Yoroi had watched more than his fair share of the older students training--the instructors didn't like it, worried that some Step One jackass would lose it and breach something probably, but he'd seen some of what they were up to. He knew Madan was more than the wet blanket she pretended to be, and now he was going to feel it. Ready to dance, he settled himself in-- And she was already on him. He'd watched that glow slide right through her pale olive skin, eezo nodes jacked up and raring to go, and still he almost missed her first shot. Almost. If there was something Yoroi was good at, it was barriers. Projection was his problem, controlling those rippling bolts of force she seemed to rattle off so easily, but his body was his turf. Like a samurai, he always thought to himself, never quite able to voice the stupid cliche aloud. Knight in shining armor. O-Yoroi. Can't beat what you can't hurt. Last moment or no his barrier was strong as anything, dissipating her torrent of strikes like water around a rock. It wouldn't hurt him, it couldn't hurt him--she might have all sorts of spin over Newtonian physics on her side of the court but her right to play with the spatial laws ended at his face. She could do better than that. He knew it, and he was going to make her prove it. Someone else would have taunted her. Al-Tariq would have said something shitty, called her a her something disgusting enough to make her mad, but that wasn't Yoroi's game. He didn't want to win, he wanted to win. To be so damn full of biotic fucking badassery that he could rip that taloned foot off his throat and take the leg with it. You didn't get there by being a brat--you got there by knuckling down and putting in the hours. Say what you wanted about him, Yoroi worked his ass off at BaAT and it showed. Where Kaylani was flowing, natural, easy, Yoroi was sharp and efficient. His barriers came with a sharp clench of his right fist, his strikes with his left. His main issue in the ring was that he hadn't quite figured out how to manage one without weakening the other--focus he had plenty of, but multi-tasking? Firing without using that raw strength he had in his shield? It was tough, it took training and time he hadn't had, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. Kaylani's barrage was measured, sustainable, but each blow was weaker than his barrier by a good margin and there were enough of them to give him a good sense of how much strength he could spare. All he needed was to wait for the moment between one impact and the next-- Bingo. Kalyani was flowing-Tai-Chi, very Kung-Fu--Yoroi was Krav Maga, all sharp efficiency and vicious counterattacks. He primed-aimed-fired in the time it took him to snap forward his fist, a straight jab turned into a sledgehammer by the little eezo nodes humming under his skin. Though he didn't know it, there was one thing he and Madan were in complete agreement about. There was nothing quite like that biotic ripple under their skin. Potential energy, literally--all potential. It could be anything. It could do anything. It could make Kalyani Madan wake the fuck up and try.</s>	<\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s>
<\|description\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H BURNING BRIDGES FROM THE INSIDE OUT, ONE DAY I'LL BE STRONGER THAN MY OWN DOUBT what did you think would happen when you put me in an unnatural space? --- 03 NOV 2149P L A C E O F B I R T H Marseille, France, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X FemaleB L O O D T Y P E O+H E I G H T 177 centimetresW E I G H T 62 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Kalyani hates her biotics. Well, that's not quite right. Kalyani likes using her biotics. The ripple of eezo in her tissue, the way her skin burns as her corona flares to life, the rush of power when reality bends--that she'll never tire of. It's just everything else. It's BAaT. Her parents were just trying to help, she knows, but she can't help but hate their willingness to give her away. Conatix had promised they'd teach her. This was what was best for her, for humanity, they insisted. Their pretty words had won even Kalyani over. The idea of learning with others like her, training to be something greater, sounded wonderful. Needless to say, BAaT didn't measure up to her expectations. 'Brain Camp' was a hilarious misnomer. It was no haven for bookworms like Kalyani; it was more a death by a thousand cuts. Her world narrowed from dreams of wandering the stars to the halls of Jump Zero. The incomprehensible emptiness of space left room for nothing else. At least, she'd thought, she could go home when she came of age. Upon reflection, that was rather naive. Five years of keeping her head down, of senselessly pushing herself to the brink, of trying to behave her way into freedom only made things worse. She'd excelled; Conatix had need of excellent mentors. And without a credit to her name, how exactly could she make her way back to Earth? All this power and she can't get a fucking ride home.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s>	<\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It happened almost too quickly to process. Her shockwave slammed into an immovable wall, heat spilling off the casual abuse of physics. One moment he'd stood firm—the next, Nagamura had been knocked back. Something cracked, leather creaked, and the familiar thud of limbs on cheap pleather seemed to echo in the training room. All she could hear was the thunder of her heartbeat. The world narrowed to the adrenaline coursing in her veins, the way her skin felt like it was stretched too tight over her frame, the whispers of charge clinging to the metal drilled through her skull. Her fingers flexed of their own volition, straining to channel once more. It would be so easy. It would feel so good. "Jesus," someone muttered. Her fingers stilled and snuffed out the flickers of her corona. Her senses opened, and the world came screaming into terrible focus. Whispers and an awful clap of hands, the shifting of the mat under heavy footsteps, two heavy fingers dropping to her shoulder, squeezing, as if the arc of blood on the mat were praise worthy. The world blurred at the edges even as light went impossibly sharp. Kalyani winced, a hand snaking behind her right ear to press sharply against an implant, as if she could drive it deeper into her head. The relief was slight, but it was enough to let her take a ragged breath. "A real biotic," Caelnus' mocking warble filled the dead air. Her translator missed whatever his quiet rasping trill and clicks meant, but the intent was clear. It took almost everything to keep her hands still by her side. What an asshole. Nagamura kept looking at her. It wasn't the wounded puppy Court gave her, or the usual frustration and fear she saw in her victims. Nagamura's gaze pierced through her, lightning that lashed tight about her spine and forced her to look, damn it. It refused to let her fall back into apathy. You did this, now look. There was no option but to meet his gaze and see the slash of red down his chin, shallow breaths that came with crushed ribs, and endless, simmering rage. "Shit." The word was more air than substance, dissolving in a breath. She wasn't even sure she'd said it. "Get up," The turian's hand finally left her shoulder as he took long, swaggering steps forward. A familiar panic rose in her throat, followed close by bile. There could be no round two. "We've gone over time," Kalyani said blandly. Trembling fingers laced behind her back, knuckles whitening around each other. "They're late for the galley." Caelnus fixed her with an unblinking stare, pinpricks of acid green boring into her own dark eyes. Her pulse went shallow, thrumming with the need to run and make herself small. Kalyani nodded her head towards the throng of students, holding her breath. She could see Caelnus' calculation, weighing the importance of breaking one versus throwing off the schedules for dozens. For once, the distinctly Turian anal-retentive obsession with order worked out in her favor. "That they are," Caelnus' agreement sounded airy, almost polite. It was unsettling. He looked down at Nagamura and Kalyani was amazed that he'd somehow managed to make his mandibles twitch in contempt. "Get to medical."</s>
<\|description\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN THE CAGE anything at all to never feel like that again --- 07 JUL 2151P L A C E O F B I R T H Kakunodate, Japan, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X MaleB L O O D T Y P E AB+H E I G H T 188 centimetresW E I G H T 74 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Keep your chin up. Hands up. Guard your head, boy, don't let them in. Chin up. Friends, family? Long gone, won't help you now. They watched you leave in a shiny tin can and slept better that night. Dressed you up in devil's clothes, so they shipped you off to make it real. Hands up, boy. No time for tears. Live on your feet, son, bob and weave. You got teeth to cut, no time to sleep. Gotta grow up fast, grow up hard, 'cause those devils are right there with you. Every day, hour, minute. No time to rest with a devil on your back. Head down, nose to the grind stone. Shoulder to the wheel. No time for chit chat. Do your drills, son, be a man. Won't make it out of this as anything less. They shipped you up to the monsters, boy. Come back one of 'em.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H Yoroi was stepping onto the faux-leather padding as soon as Caelnus gave his blessing, not bothering to watch Court disappear back into the mass of waiting students. Good that he'd gone for it--did the turian know it was better this way, or was he just looking for something more entertaining to watch? Yoroi didn't know or care. It had worked. Now it was just him in Kalyani. Good. He wasn't going to win this match. Say what you want about her, Madan knew her shit. You didn't get to Step Nine any other way, even taking five years to do it. Most of the time she was all limp kitten, putting in the bare minimum to pass the muster and make the hawks happy, but there were more than a few hard boys who'd found out the that when it came right down to it she was a fucking natural. Even now, watching her prime, Yoroi could tell by the way her aura _flowed_ that she was starting to get into it. He remembered his parents, his friends, the teachers at school after Conatix got through with their civilian party line--they might have gotten the kids there with promises of glory and distant horizons, but they'd gotten the signature on the permission form with fear. Do you know what your child is capable of? You've no idea what he'll do if he doesn't learn to control himself. What if he flips out or something? I'm out, man, I'm not screwing around with no freak. I'm not trying to alarm you, but in certain cases biotic episodes have been known to turn violent. Yeah. Fucking cases like this one. Yoroi had watched more than his fair share of the older students training--the instructors didn't like it, worried that some Step One jackass would lose it and breach something probably, but he'd seen some of what they were up to. He knew Madan was more than the wet blanket she pretended to be, and now he was going to feel it. Ready to dance, he settled himself in-- And she was already on him. He'd watched that glow slide right through her pale olive skin, eezo nodes jacked up and raring to go, and still he almost missed her first shot. Almost. If there was something Yoroi was good at, it was barriers. Projection was his problem, controlling those rippling bolts of force she seemed to rattle off so easily, but his body was his turf. Like a samurai, he always thought to himself, never quite able to voice the stupid cliche aloud. Knight in shining armor. O-Yoroi. Can't beat what you can't hurt. Last moment or no his barrier was strong as anything, dissipating her torrent of strikes like water around a rock. It wouldn't hurt him, it couldn't hurt him--she might have all sorts of spin over Newtonian physics on her side of the court but her right to play with the spatial laws ended at his face. She could do better than that. He knew it, and he was going to make her prove it. Someone else would have taunted her. Al-Tariq would have said something shitty, called her a her something disgusting enough to make her mad, but that wasn't Yoroi's game. He didn't want to win, he wanted to win. To be so damn full of biotic fucking badassery that he could rip that taloned foot off his throat and take the leg with it. You didn't get there by being a brat--you got there by knuckling down and putting in the hours. Say what you wanted about him, Yoroi worked his ass off at BaAT and it showed. Where Kaylani was flowing, natural, easy, Yoroi was sharp and efficient. His barriers came with a sharp clench of his right fist, his strikes with his left. His main issue in the ring was that he hadn't quite figured out how to manage one without weakening the other--focus he had plenty of, but multi-tasking? Firing without using that raw strength he had in his shield? It was tough, it took training and time he hadn't had, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. Kaylani's barrage was measured, sustainable, but each blow was weaker than his barrier by a good margin and there were enough of them to give him a good sense of how much strength he could spare. All he needed was to wait for the moment between one impact and the next-- Bingo. Kalyani was flowing-Tai-Chi, very Kung-Fu--Yoroi was Krav Maga, all sharp efficiency and vicious counterattacks. He primed-aimed-fired in the time it took him to snap forward his fist, a straight jab turned into a sledgehammer by the little eezo nodes humming under his skin. Though he didn't know it, there was one thing he and Madan were in complete agreement about. There was nothing quite like that biotic ripple under their skin. Potential energy, literally--all potential. It could be anything. It could do anything. It could make Kalyani Madan wake the fuck up and try.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s>	<\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s>
<\|description\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN THE CAGE anything at all to never feel like that again --- 07 JUL 2151P L A C E O F B I R T H Kakunodate, Japan, Earth.B I O L O G I C A L S E X MaleB L O O D T Y P E AB+H E I G H T 188 centimetresW E I G H T 74 KilogramsI M P L A N T S L2 Keep your chin up. Hands up. Guard your head, boy, don't let them in. Chin up. Friends, family? Long gone, won't help you now. They watched you leave in a shiny tin can and slept better that night. Dressed you up in devil's clothes, so they shipped you off to make it real. Hands up, boy. No time for tears. Live on your feet, son, bob and weave. You got teeth to cut, no time to sleep. Gotta grow up fast, grow up hard, 'cause those devils are right there with you. Every day, hour, minute. No time to rest with a devil on your back. Head down, nose to the grind stone. Shoulder to the wheel. No time for chit chat. Do your drills, son, be a man. Won't make it out of this as anything less. They shipped you up to the monsters, boy. Come back one of 'em.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H Kalyani had always been patient. As a girl, she'd spent months waiting for her mother to return from deployment, for her father to come home from long days at the office, for summers in the country side where she could breathe clean air once more. Jump Zero had been more of the same endless cycles of hurry up and wait that had been her whole life. If she held tight and kept herself busy, Kalyani was certain she could outlast most anything. She could wait until Nagamura took the lead. For only having two years under his belt, he was eerily efficient with barriers. He lacked drama or flair, and that served him well. His economy of motion was managed with an obsession that bordered on pathological. It was clean.He was an utter tool, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his technique. It worked. He snapped forward, a blow that she knew would break bones if it touched her. The air was charged, electric, blown aside by the screaming blue light that she lived for. Kalyani moved directly towards it, raising a forearm to take the worst of it, palms flaring open, barrier eddying in the air, grasping wisps of the impact and tugging it into its currents. Endless swirling plasma curled around her flesh, feather light whispers stoking the heat in her skin. Sometimes it felt like she might ignite. It was worth it, in these mad moments, everything she'd been through. Every frigid, hungry night, every petty injustice, all the bullshit—it had to be worth it. The barrier collapsed under a quick pull of hands, condensing to a shuddering mass. Unbroken, straining at the reins, kicking against her control, itching to fly apart—she flicked an arm, like skipping a stone. She was six again, finding smooth pebbles to fling into the ocean, chalky white cliffs crowding out the world but for the lazy tide, counting jumps—un, deux, trois, quatre—maman, regarder! Quatre! The shockwave skipped across leather mats, the ground shuddering with the impact. Kalyani cocked her head, watching the warpath of her biotics. One, two, three, four.</s> <\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H He hated seeing her this way. In a moment of clarity, right before the storm, Yoroi knew exactly what it was about Kalyani that bothered him so much. He'd seen it before but it had never been so apparent, so obvious to him. As he watched her break her barrier, draw down her hand, fill with power--all in slow motion near-death-experience bullshit--he finally got it. There was something in the way she moved, something in how her face lit up in that blue biotic glow, something about the purse of her lips that radiated a joy he would never know and a pleasure he would never feel. Like Mozart and Salieri, he thought stupidly, remembering a movie he'd watched one night as a child with his parents. Two composers, one of them achieving so easily the beauty the other had struggled so hard to perfect. One natural, one forced. Whatever God of Biotics might be out there fucking loved Kalyani Madan in a way it would never love Nagamura Yoroi, no matter how badly he wanted it. He watched the matting erupt in blue columns, spikes of energy that rippled the air and left little pockets of empty behind them from all the matter they'd displaced. This, he realized, was the difference--it was like realizing there was a third dimension he could move in, that the world wasn't straight back-and-forth. A shockwave, a literal wave of coruscating energy that rippled from below. How was he supposed to block that? He hadn't expected his own strike to do nothing, and in the wake of it his barrier was weaker than ever. Had she planned it this way? Did she know what would happen? It was all he could do to mount a proper defense. To his credit, he met it head on without hesitation--both hands curled, snapping into fists that flared his barrier to life, but too little, too late. He caught the initial impact on his forearms, braced against it, but when he tried to contain the roll from trois to quatre he just....couldn't. The drive into his diaphragm was a truck, a speeding car. Impact at God-only-knew how many Newtons of force, straight up into his ribs and sternum. It was enough to lift him into the air by more feet than a few, his guard still up and his teeth still grit in concentration, but when he tried to stick the landing all that impact hit his shattered ribs and he collapsed to his knees like a rag doll. Had they kept the mats red so it was harder to see the blood? It wasn't working--his was bright against the leather, a spatter through grit teeth as he tried not to be sick. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breathe. His lizard brain was panicking, wanting to gasp, to pant, to suck wind no matter how much it burned, but the measured breath he drew in and that disgusting little groan he managed on the tail end was all he'd allow himself. She'd beaten him and he knew it--no way he was putting up a fight after that--but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least look the bitch in the eye. It wasn't a smile. It wasn't pride. But he'd made her try--he'd seen what it looked like to be at the top. He just wished it hadn't looked the way he always wanted it to.</s> <\|message\|>Kalyani MadanD A T E O F B I R T H It happened almost too quickly to process. Her shockwave slammed into an immovable wall, heat spilling off the casual abuse of physics. One moment he'd stood firm—the next, Nagamura had been knocked back. Something cracked, leather creaked, and the familiar thud of limbs on cheap pleather seemed to echo in the training room. All she could hear was the thunder of her heartbeat. The world narrowed to the adrenaline coursing in her veins, the way her skin felt like it was stretched too tight over her frame, the whispers of charge clinging to the metal drilled through her skull. Her fingers flexed of their own volition, straining to channel once more. It would be so easy. It would feel so good. "Jesus," someone muttered. Her fingers stilled and snuffed out the flickers of her corona. Her senses opened, and the world came screaming into terrible focus. Whispers and an awful clap of hands, the shifting of the mat under heavy footsteps, two heavy fingers dropping to her shoulder, squeezing, as if the arc of blood on the mat were praise worthy. The world blurred at the edges even as light went impossibly sharp. Kalyani winced, a hand snaking behind her right ear to press sharply against an implant, as if she could drive it deeper into her head. The relief was slight, but it was enough to let her take a ragged breath. "A real biotic," Caelnus' mocking warble filled the dead air. Her translator missed whatever his quiet rasping trill and clicks meant, but the intent was clear. It took almost everything to keep her hands still by her side. What an asshole. Nagamura kept looking at her. It wasn't the wounded puppy Court gave her, or the usual frustration and fear she saw in her victims. Nagamura's gaze pierced through her, lightning that lashed tight about her spine and forced her to look, damn it. It refused to let her fall back into apathy. You did this, now look. There was no option but to meet his gaze and see the slash of red down his chin, shallow breaths that came with crushed ribs, and endless, simmering rage. "Shit." The word was more air than substance, dissolving in a breath. She wasn't even sure she'd said it. "Get up," The turian's hand finally left her shoulder as he took long, swaggering steps forward. A familiar panic rose in her throat, followed close by bile. There could be no round two. "We've gone over time," Kalyani said blandly. Trembling fingers laced behind her back, knuckles whitening around each other. "They're late for the galley." Caelnus fixed her with an unblinking stare, pinpricks of acid green boring into her own dark eyes. Her pulse went shallow, thrumming with the need to run and make herself small. Kalyani nodded her head towards the throng of students, holding her breath. She could see Caelnus' calculation, weighing the importance of breaking one versus throwing off the schedules for dozens. For once, the distinctly Turian anal-retentive obsession with order worked out in her favor. "That they are," Caelnus' agreement sounded airy, almost polite. It was unsettling. He looked down at Nagamura and Kalyani was amazed that he'd somehow managed to make his mandibles twitch in contempt. "Get to medical."</s>	<\|message\|>Nagamura YoroiD A T E O F B I R T H At first he kept watching Kalyani because he'd wanted to see her. Now he kept his gaze fixed because he wasn't sure if he would survive whatever he might do if he looked at that fucking turian. He could barely hear the creature over his own heartbeat, hot and heavy in his ears, and it was for the best. Could someone die from hate? Just burn themselves out with it from the inside, spontaneous combustion? Apparently not. He was certainly trying. The shuffling of students making their awkward way out of the room filled the air as he tried to get his breath back, finally letting his eyes close and his shoulders shake. This wasn't his first injury and it wouldn't be his last--it wasn't anything medigel couldn't fix in an hour or two--but it hurt. Insides were not meant to be jagged, and with every breath it felt like his expanding lungs rasped on something sharp and intrusive. Had he, a niggling little thought in the back of his head wormed its way in, hoped that she would kill him? That maybe this would be it? That he couldn't immediately consider the notion ridiculous was not a good sign. Still, he wasn't dead. He was still on Jump Zero, still in BaAt, still lying on the fucking matting like any other of the pathetic wastes that filled these halls. The ones that didn't have it, that would never be strong enough to fight back. That's what he wanted, after all, why he put himself through all this. If he was every going to be strong enough to beat those fucking turians, he needed this. Caelnus would have killed him. Kalyani could have, but didn't and she probably couldn't have taken the turian. So where the fuck did that leave him? "Get up." His words, this time, hissed through bloody teeth as he fought back that awful prickling in his eyes. Absolutely not. He was not about to fucking cry. He was still alive, and he was not going to give that fucking hawk the satisfaction. One leg at a time he curled, planted, worked his forearms down to the mat. Pushed. Stood. His chest screamed. He couldn't breathe. It hurt, but he was a raw nerve, now--everything hurt. Already he could feel the pressure behind his eyes, that throb that meant he was in for the worst of it for the next few hours regardless of his chest--why hadn't they put some kind of dampener on these damn implants? Something that wouldn't let them push so hard? There had been days when Yoroi felt the blood vessels burst, dripping down his nose. Once it had even come from his eyes, leaking like hot tears, unbidden. It was everything he could do to keep from screaming out of, what? Pain? Fury? Either? But he looked Caelnus in the eye and spat out a 'Yes, Sir'. And he started towards the med bay. He was burning and he knew it. The human body, the human brain couldn't stand that kind of emotion long term and he was already getting that awful hollow feeling in his chest, like space was just blowing through him. But Yoroi wasn't about to lose it in front of Caelnus, not after that, and so he put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, steadily, each step labor. More than anything he wanted to blow away, to catch that space wind and just dissolve into whatever cold emptiness was out there, spread so far apart as to be a statistical irrelevancy. He was passing Kalyani and something slipped out, dribbled past his lips like the blood he had to wipe off with the back of his wrist. "We're gonna die here... aren't we?" ...where the fuck did that come from? He would figure it out later. He would think later, process later, pick up the pieces later and move on, or whatever it was assholes like him did when shit like this happened to them. Right now, he needed the med bay. One foot in front of the other.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien stared at the scarecrow for a few seconds, thinking about the threat it had made. Beat him off the property, eh? Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud and hard. As if a straw man could deal any significant damage to him. Returning his gaze to the scarecrow, Damien responded, "And how do you plan to do that? Tickle me with your straw hands?" On that note, Damien began to laugh again. It was then that he felt a hand on his shoulder. Pausing his laughter with a "Huh?" as he turned around, he saw the fox girl smiling at him. Damien quickly realized that she was quite serious. Damien knew a threatening smile when he saw one, and that was certainly a threatening smile. Of course, the flaming tail and the countdown also helped. Throwing his hands in the air and taking a step back from her, Damien said, "Alright, alright, I'll leave the thing alone, jeez!"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion looked at the two people next to him he had never seen in his life. "Yeah best of friends, though somebody was supposed to stay awake while I took a nap but no biggie." Hey go big or go home right? "Come on guys, follow me, Orion, out of here to the village we were headed to." Technically he was following the lumberjack but since he was in the lead of the line it meant he was leading everyone behind him. The lumberjack's odd words give Orion the impression that this forest was somehow dangerous. Maybe it had wolves in it. For some reason Orion shivered a bit at that, he had a bad feeling about wolves, but he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe something in another life. All the more reason to get out of it then.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- Tarum laughed but he soon fell silent when he realized that the dwarf was not kidding when he said the effects would hit him up quick. 'They better!' was his first thought, he wasn't going to just wait around for that pill to kick in, and kick in it did. His vision turned absurdly red, so much so that anything naturally red around him became nigh on invisible in his eyes. The loud music seemed to be getting even louder and louder and then louder beyond that, causing a discomforting sensation for him akin to having someone holding your brain in a neck-lock. Like that wasn't enough, the people around him moved so sporadically and so swiftly that all Taurm saw was an amalgamation of red blurs in the vague shapes of people. 'Damn' it all! What is this?!' he shouted in his mind only to have the effects subside in the next moment and be replaced with…something else. Something better. Something that brought his wicked smile back. He found himself surrounded in an eerie silence, feeling lighter on his feet. Just like the bearded short-man said, like on a cloud. Apart from that he felt a slight tension in his muscles, the good kind, the kind that translated to 'I could strong-arm the Destroyer of Worlds'. What the hell was in that pill anyway? He thought for a moment to make a mental note about accepting strange pills from strange dwarfs in the future but that would be playing it safe. He didn't care if he had gone deaf, Tarum was going to take every opportunity to have fun and sow chaos in this new world, even if that ended up killing him. If it did, he would die laughing and regret absolutely nothing! "Take the world by the balls!" he shouted as he snatched another drink from an oblivious dancer and chugged the fruity flavored beverage in one gulp. A thought occurred to him in that moment, if this pill indeed would cause deafness, even if temporarily, and if one could assume that each of these party-goes took one, then one could reach two conclusions : First, this would explain their 'off-tune' dancing since they probably only imagine the music they dance to. Second, the DJ was most probably wasting his time. Either that or he thought of putting some annoying music as an unconscious incentive for people to take the pill. Another series of maniacal laughter escaped Tarum. Who cares in the end? He was feeling high and mighty and that is all that mattered. He was hopeful that the deafness would pass sooner or later so why not have some fun along the way? If you can't beat them, join them. So it was that the Chaos-Weaver began to shake his hips and strut his stuff on the dance floor along with the others. True he couldn't actually hear the music but he assumed the rest were in the same boat and simply played along, hell the tune was so catchy that even now he had it stuck in his head and his mind played it over and over, it would do! With the corner of his burning eye, he noticed a new participant. A blonde woman was sheepishly making her way through the crowd, apparently rejecting the drinking offers from various people. A clear sign that she was, like him, new around here. A few moments later, the same 'kindly' dwarf approached her and same as Tarum, persuaded her into taking the same sort of pill he took. 'Oh, this will be FUN!' he thought as he made his way (dancing, of course) to the blonde and without any warning grabbed her buttocks with a frim squeeze. "This is not the place for abstention, sweetie!" he said and proceeded to wrap his other hand around the woman, his metal staff dangling on the side. "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" He then stretched his free hand on the other side and snatched yet another drink from someone, this time offering it to the blonde with just a 'hint' of insistence. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!"</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Unlike the metal man, Damien had little interest in where he was. To him, one place in the middle of nowhere felt like the same as another. Damien turned his head left and right to examine the interior of the house as he entered. It felt... homely, for lack of a better word. At the very least, it felt as good as his old home. Now that he thought about his old life, though, he wondered what everyone was thinking about him now. If he died, how were his parents? How was the child he had saved? Shaking his head out of the clouds, Damien returned his attention to the present. There were more important things to think about right now. Looking for something to distract himself, Damien's eyes eventually landed on a bookcase. What made this one stand out from the others was the glowing book. Curious, he walked over to it and pulled it off the shelf, giving it a look over. As the farmer announced that the meal would be a chicken salad, Damien dismissively said, "Yeah, sure," as he opened the book, wondering what was so special about it.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- The ringing in his ears became louder. And louder, to the point of discomfort, yet quickly subsided and to his delight, was replaced with something else. At first they were muffled sounds, as if coming from a distance, yet gradually becoming louder and much clearer. The music, the laugher of those around, the groan of the unfortunate fellow lying on the floor next to him. It all became clear in moments. Tarum smiled, he could hear again. Yet before he had a chance to do anything, he heard some other person shout, clearly aimed at him. "Most of that was unneeded! He's not as strong as you!" Great. Someone was going to play the white knight for that guy Tarum head-butted earlier. He turned his gaze to face this new presence….and was left confused when he saw a muscular man dressed in nothing but a heavily decorated pair of underwear, boots to match and a rather flamboyant mask. Well…. The situation could hardly become any weirder could it? The Beast-Man was silently examining this…well…wrestler, his mouth agape for lack of words. This confusion did not last as the 'hero' continued. "You took his drink and beat the crap out of him. Por que?" A faint chuckle escaped him. "Kehehe.. "Tarum clenched his fist and tighten his grip on the metal staff, the orb on its top burning with increased intensity and wisps of fire escaping from his fist. He never used magic before…not to his memory anyway…but he felt as if it was all connected to his instinct, like riding a bike, once you get a grip of it you never forget and even after years and years of not practicing you can still instinctually get the hang of it. Perhaps this would-be-white-knight would prove an excellent guinea pig for his newfound powers. Tarum narrowed his burning gaze on the masked man as he continued his sentence "He bothered me. I would say that is reason enough. And now…YOU are bothering me as well…musclehead…" The wrestler was clearly physically stronger than him, yet no one and nothing is impervious to fire and Tarum had magic on his side. However, before anyone could do anything remotely hostile, both Tarum and the wrestler were being dragged away…or attempted anyway…by none other than the blonde lady he was holding a few minutes ago. "Yes. Get away. Private. Good. Let's go!" she intoned with flushed cheeks and rather shocked expression plastered on her face, as if she had just witnessed a whole room-full of ghosts. Her attempts, needless to say, were not bearing fruit as she only managed to slightly nudge Tarum and the wrestler into the direction of the wooden pathway. With an irritated grunt, Tarum effortlessly snapped his arm from the woman's grasp "What is your problem?!" he barked at her, turning his attention to the wrestler only for a moment to say "We are not finished here.." with a menacing gaze before he returning to the woman. He clasped his free hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and lowered his burning orange gaze to meet the blue of the blonde's eyes. She was obviously frightened…no, terrified by something, something other than Tarum. Sensing that maybe she knows something of some import, the Beast-Man narrowed his gaze and relaxed his formerly irritated expression, asking her calmly and clearly. "What. Is. Wrong?"</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene grinned broadly at the fire her tail had caused, before looking back up at the scarecrow. There was nothing to his gaze, and it did not wander or faulter. So, while keeping a foxy ear on the surroundings, Egwene stared back, equally unfaltering, there wasn't much to do while her tail recharged and those people had dinner, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene was, while getting the upper limits of her power, keeping an ear and an eye out, both sharp as Kitsunes went. So when the rocks started to appeared, she was able to get out of the way and behind a tree to avoid the shards of rock that blew out from the meteors. Seeing the house get destroyed was quite dissapointing, because even if they survived, what was the farmer going to live in? It seemed pretty pyrehtic to her now, what with the rocks and the destroyed terrain making farming pretty dam difficult. Then, came the bandits. Looked like tweleve of them, with naught but swords. And the boss guy who gave her a great offer. But, before she could reply to said offer, the hot-headed stupid one charged in like he was invincible, and like Egwene couldn't just snipe his ass with her Fox Fire. "I am surrounded by idiots" she muttered, shaking her head softly as one of the sword wielding bandits came charging at her. Rather than revealing her trump card immidiately, or in any way help the loon that charged in without any stratergy or taking a second to question if someone had a better plan or powerset to deal with him, she simply unsheathed her claws - she had claws, apparently, which was nice - and waited for his swing, which came in the form of a manic overhead chop. Something that was easily avoided. And then her claws sliced through his jugular, which was a unique experience, claw rending flesh, and being covered with blood. Much like setting fire to something, it gave her a happy. But a different kind of happy. Seeing the bandit collapse and bleed profusely from his neck, knowing that in a few moments he would be still and gone from the mortal coil, it was a nice feeling. She wondered why she had never done it before. "Well, I could do that all day"</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse Chicken salad and a dose of interrupting the eating of said chicken salad. Cloudy with a chance of TARDIS levels of randomness, I see. The bowl still in his hands, the metal mage raised a hand and deconstructed the throne he made for himself, letting the metal vanish back into his very body and armor. Putting down the bowl casually, he marched over and lifted a leg over the hole made by the farmer, summoning his dauntingly large morning star as he did so. Bandits were running amok, some douche popped up, the guy next to him suddenly became the protagonist of Punch-Out, and the fox girl brutalized some of said bandits. The discord and chaos filled him with determination. Twirling his weapon once as he lifted it over his shoulder, Hephaestus relied on the flood of knowledge that rushed into his head when he initially arrived in the strange world, deciding to take advantage of the combat skills he learned. What he lacked in actual experience, the set knowledge of combat fundamentals were infused with his mind. The feeling was both uncanny and unnatural, yet felt like a necessary entity for him. The cold heart of a wraith took over his human mind as icy adrenaline tore into his nerves. After a bit of hesitation, he steeled his heart and leapt over to a group of bandits, mace glinting with white crackling energy as it signified the reinforcing of the strength of his metallic weapon. Upon impact, he drove all of his strength into the jumping attack onto a single bandit who ran between his comrades. The strength of his mace smashed the bandit mercilessly apart, the shockwave of his devastating blow propelling the bandits across the fields; the most unfortunate one tumbled towards a particular fox girl (@KabenSaal), barely managing to get up in a weathered condition, while the other bandit simply died upon crashing against a fence mid-flight. One bandit who remained from the four-man group charged forward and swung his blade against Hephaestus. The blade pathetically clanged against his heavy steel armor. "...That's unfair," the bandit mumbled. "Indeed it is." Lashing out at the bandit, Hephaestus grabbed the bandit by the neck, swinging the foe behind himself before tossing the man up in the air. Raising a hand, he created a thin shard of metal above the bandit before bringing it down on the enemy. The iron shard impaled the bandit and slammed itself into the fields, leaving behind a fleshy scarecrow somehow more lifeless than the actual scarecrow in the farmhouse. In two attacks, he technically outright deleted two of the bandits, one of them sent towards someone else who would definitely finish the bandit off in a way less pleasing to the human eye. Not that impaling people with metal shards was any less violent, but he preferred to die against brute force rather than facing a slow and painful death. Hephaestus looked up and found the boy (@Scarifar) charging towards Castle recklessly. While commendable in effort, a quick and simple plan would have been better than cheesing the bandit leader out. At least he did not get struck down quickly, considering that the boy himself seemed to have enough strength to break through a line of defense to get to the bandits. Speaking of said bandits, there were still some left. How appropriately convenient, he thought as his eyes gleamed red, a searing hot glow of hazy light flowing out of his eyes as he marched forward with his iron morning star. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed a bandit. Hephaestus killed three bandits. Damien knocked down two to the floor. One bandit laid conscious, but injured it front of Egwene. Bandits remaining on the field: 5 The bandit tried picking himself up in front of the fox girl. He pressed his palms against the ground, but could not manage to get up. He tilted his head and spotted Egwene. Gritting his teeth, he began making his threats. "Hey, bitch. How about you give me a hand here and I'll tell Castle not to grind you into itty bits!" --- The two bandits Damien had knocked down managed to still stand. They groaned slightly and were still readied to fight. They eyed the boy with the strange limbs headed toward Castle. They both prepared their battle stances and chased after Damien. --- The other two remaining bandits had been observing the battles going on. They were not going to attack the guy covered in metal. Their swords seemed ineffective and the guy was a total monster. The demon boy looked like he was going to be handled sooner or later due to his challenge towards Castle. The only person that seemed likely to attack was the fox girl. The two men discussed it together in whispers and began charging towards Egwene. One of the bandits stopped in mid-track. His eyes opened wide and his breath was cut short. It was then his entire upper body had slid off his legs. The bandit had met a bitter, bloody end. The other bandit was oblivious to what had happened. Which one of the three new mercenaries had done this? The remaining bandit looked around at the three culprits. "What is going on?" The bandit confusedly shouted. Just then his breath had been cut short as well. The same predicament had met him as well. His torso fell right next to the previous one. Blood had spilled onto the ground and the only sound that could be heard was faint breathing. "I can't let you guys do all the work," the scarecrow muttered. He continued to cackle as straw poured out of his left limb. Within his right hand was a sharp and impressive scythe. His eyes met the metallic man's eyes. He pointed to the three bandits on top of the hill. "These bandits are small fry, but those are the ones that we need to worry about." --- "This is not what I had expected. Who are these assholes?" The one named Castle was furious. He had not expected a farmer to be able to recruit admirable warriors. Many thoughts poured into his mind- they were mostly negative. "These guys are really pissing me off!" Castle took his time observing the likely heroes in this scenario. "So far as I know, there's that fox girl, the man in metal, straw face, and the farmer. Where the hell is he?" Castle stroked his young beard; his blood thirst was intended for Ezekiel, but the farmer could not be seen. "And the abrasive one..." The bandit on his right side pointed at the rushing Damien. Castle looked toward her direction and smiled. He ordered her to take care of it. The hooded bandit leaped from his side and slammed the ground in front of the confronting demon boy. The ground shook after her strike; the floor was beginning to quake around her. The bandit took off her hoodie and revealed her face; her chestnut hair was tied in a pony tail. "My name is Olivia," she laughed. "I figured you should know the name of your killer." Up close, it was obvious the bandit was not a normal human. Her height was tremendous. She stood admirably at 7 feet. Olivia's appearance was physically fit. "Death by an Amazon. You should be praise yourself as a fortunate one. Most people dream of this," she giggled as she cracked her knuckles. Castle watched the man in metal from the hill. The individual proved to destructive in its power- his strength managed to wipe out almost half of his party. "Leonis, what do you have in that book of yours to kill that ugly sort?" His finger wiggled at Hephaestus. "It needs to be done now." The corpulent bandit on his left side began rambling through an old book. His fingers quickly ran through the pages. "I'll try, sir," he said quietly. There was no telling what the power of the metallic man had in store. Leonis stopped flipping his pages and planted a finger on the page. "This might eradicate the metal one," he commented. Leonis waved his hand in front of him and chanted a few words. A rune had opened up before him, the magic glowed red and had sent forth a barrage of arrows. "Let's see how these work on his armor," he smiled. The arrows shot through the wind and were enchanted with magic energy. It couldn't be said if they would have an effect on Hephaestus. Leonis was attempting to see how strong this being's armor could withstand. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblin stopped pulling the dagger out from his pocket as he stared at the dog. It was clearly unexpected the dog had a human tongue. This particular goblin was not too smart and had trouble wrapping his head around the concept of a talking dog. He stood bewildered at the mammal. It was just then the dog had dug his teeth into his hand. The goblin released a loud yelp. His dagger dropped to the ground from his pocket. Eyebrows raised and aggressive breathing, the goblin was not happy. Using his free hand, he began punching the dog to lessen its grip on his hand. "Bad dog! Bad dog! Let go!" --- The recipe stopped glowing once handed to Orion. By further examination, the recipe was not complete. The paper was torn half-way meaning the other ingredients must have already been acquired by Grandma Grinny. The items needed to be retrieved were written down in list form with a complimentary check box next to them. Grandma's Recipe (Torn) [] 2 Goblin Ears [] 5 Rat Tails [] Package of Cashews Grandma's Recipe has been added to the "Miscellaneous Information" section. --- Regina arrived to the village called Center Forest.</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s>
<\|description\|>Egwene Al'vere Character Concept: A Pyromaniac with Fire Spells. Game On. Gender: Female Background: I'm dead. Thank F**k for that. Died how I wished, surrounded by the lovely lapping of fire, and the screams of those who had scorned me in life. When you push the cute girl to hard, beyond that which could be considered the mental line of breaking, she still smiles, but it is a different smile. The manical, insane, burn your house down and dance around naked smile. Which I actually forgot to do, thinking back. I will have to rectify that. And now I am in a fantasy world, and can build a girl totally to my image. And it is awesome~ So, let's see....Fire. Fire. Foxes. Fire. And some amble boosoms to confuse the males. This fantasty world has never had a girl like me, but it will. Very soon. And no pink-haired 'Yuki~' girl was going to out do her with her obsession. only, it was fire, not some guy this time. Level: 1 Class: Kitsune Race: Kitsune (Yes, Race and Class are the same) Attribute: Focus Gift: Fox Fire A small, thin beam shot from the tip of the Kitsune's tail. It burns bright and hot on anything that it hits. As the Kitsune matures, and grows more tails, the Fox Fire also grows in potency. Equipment: Sexy fox clothes. Which are like normal clothes, but with a fox tail cut in them.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s>	<\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against. Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru managed to keep his nerves in check. That stare was damn uncomfortable, but talking dog held in. Anyway he was glad that it worked, so Hikaru decided to keep his normal dog act for as long as possible. Talking dog had no friggin idea where he was, so he still needed to collect as much information as possible. Plus now with potential party in Hikaru could also scout people and let them do the dirty work. Ha, this works for sure. Being opportunistic had some certain advantages which I wanted to abuse now as much as possible. Although when he looked at those odd jobs, Hikaru couldn't help but be interested - but what he could do while keep his appearance in check for as long as possible ? Recipe ingridients was a big no - he would probably need to ask what exactly she needed, so it would ruin his cover. Simon Times is a human and no matter how confident Hikaru may be, he still prefered to do something light. So it was rats or goblins... in the end he looked at goblins job and nodded. This one sounds fun (hunting Rats sounds boring) so talking dog decided to move towards outside gates and check the situation. If needed - he may always run away. He just hopes it wouldn't bite him in the f*****g ass !</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien looked up at the sun after the farmer announced the ETA of one and a half hours. Of course, Damien was careful enough to shield his eyes from the harmful rays with a hand. That would certainly be a while away, and by then Damien would get bored waiting. Still, the farmer promised a decent meal, and that wasn't something he intended to pass up. Anything free was great for him, even if 'free' meant beating up a few bandits. The metal man appeared to be taking the offer as well, though the fox girl was turning it down. That suited Damien fine. He didn't want to be around her anyway. Undoing the transformations on his limbs, Damien followed the metal man and Ezekiel the farmer to his home. Looking over at the grumpy scarecrow Shadow, Damien thought about teasing him for a bit, but then he decided that that joke was already done with. With a sigh, Damien wondered how the food would taste. Hopefully good, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- Everything happened far too quickly for her liking. The music was too loud, and the temperature was too high. The hot air hung heavy around her, suffocating her like a scarf she could not peel away. Her blonde hair clung to her damp neck, and each breath she drew went down like sandpaper. The more logical side of her consciousness suggested that perhaps she was experiencing a sensory overload, or some sort of shock. Perhaps it was a side effect of the candy. The thought flickered, and then died away just as quickly. Whatever the treat had done to her, she was far past avoiding the consequences. All she could do was push forward, and to the soft spoken young lady, forward meant away. There was a hand on her shoulder, and a voice in her ear. It appeared someone else had taken notice of her, though fortunately, he was not nearly as demanding as the first. When she rounded on him, she was met with a masked wrestler. This place gets stranger and stranger, she would reflect later, but at the moment, that imaginary scarf was growing tighter. I have to go, she had to tell them, and her chapped lips opened to do so. But a second vision, still in various shades of blue, caught the words in her throat. The figure of a woman, her eyes wide and lifeless, her thin body moving like a ragdoll as it crashed into the DJ booth. The wreckage was soon consumed by sparks, and the crowd, by unbridled panic. "They're coming from the sea," the party-goers screamed, and Jemma intoned just under her breath. Just as the other had, the vision violently snapped her back to reality. Now, she was more eager than ever to go. Cheeks flushed with exertion, and brow sparkling with sweat, she hooked her arms through the two individuals nearest her - the wrestler, and the beast. "Yes," she countered, suddenly recalling something that the furry one had mentioned earlier. "Get away. Private. Good. Let's go." Gracelessly, she moved to drag the two men toward the wooden pathway.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Unlike the metal man, Damien had little interest in where he was. To him, one place in the middle of nowhere felt like the same as another. Damien turned his head left and right to examine the interior of the house as he entered. It felt... homely, for lack of a better word. At the very least, it felt as good as his old home. Now that he thought about his old life, though, he wondered what everyone was thinking about him now. If he died, how were his parents? How was the child he had saved? Shaking his head out of the clouds, Damien returned his attention to the present. There were more important things to think about right now. Looking for something to distract himself, Damien's eyes eventually landed on a bookcase. What made this one stand out from the others was the glowing book. Curious, he walked over to it and pulled it off the shelf, giving it a look over. As the farmer announced that the meal would be a chicken salad, Damien dismissively said, "Yeah, sure," as he opened the book, wondering what was so special about it.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world. As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him. Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming: - Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe. "I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to. Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house! Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming. One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect. "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!" The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined. --- The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!" The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene. "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone." As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion. The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in. "Castle..." the scarecrow grunted. "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien tried to enjoy his meal in peace, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the group. Loud crashes and banging was heard as boulders smashed the ground, including one that smashed its way through the roof of the house, destroying the living room nearby. Damien, startled, flinched quite violently and covered his face with his arm in an attempt to shield himself from flying debris. "Jeez, what the hell was that?!" Damien yelled in surprise. The question was quickly answered by the farmer, revealing the catastrophe to be the work of the infamous bandits. Damien raised an eyebrow as he heard the answer; clearly, these attackers were not the average bandits if they had this kind of firepower. Damien was also surprised when Ezekiel charged toward a window and leapt into it, smashing it open as he flew out. However, Damien quickly recovered from the shock and chuckled as he walked over to the now broken window. Damien then looked out the window, spotting the farmer on the dirt, and said to him, "Man, you might be as crazy as those bandits if you're gonna pull this kinda stunt. Even I would've just kicked the front door open." With the path open to him, though, Damien saw no reason not to follow the farmer out and climbed through the hole after him, careful to avoid the broken glass. Taking a good look at the farmer to check for injuries, Damien dismissively said, "Ehh, looks like you're alright," then he began to look around for the would-be bandits. Damien soon spotted them on the hill where the sun was setting, with one of them declaring the attack. Damien made the reasonable assumption that he was undoubtedly the leader of these bandits, and a lopsided grin appeared on Damien's face. "I'll take the head honcho over there," Damien said confidently as his limbs transformed into their demonic state. Damien then wasted no time dashing forward, straight towards Castle. A couple of the bandits in the first assault turned their attention towards Damien and began to swing their swords at him. Damien merely yelled, "Get outta my way!" as he swung a backhanded right fist at the two, smashing them aside as he continued charging forward, yelling as he planned to swing punch after punch at Castle, beginning with a right straight.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s>
<\|description\|>Damien Cray Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists. Gender: Male Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next. Level: 1 Class: Brawler Race: Demon Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: None Thaumaturgy: -Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four. Gift: Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way. Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina entered the village, looking at everything. After wandering and taking in what there was to be seen, she entered a random shop. "Hey, can you help me with a map?" she asked, reaching to put her hand on the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Dragon could not make sense of this. He had no idea what world he arrived in. All he could see was gore and guts taint the beach's sand. One by one the party-goers were victimized by the decaying corpses. It was barbaric. The luchador couldn't think of anyway to solve the situation. He was never in a similar situation. The wrestler was nervous and was not certain what he could do to help. Sweat was starting to come off of his body. He tried wiping his face, but his fingers had touched the fabric on his mask. The shakiness in Rayo's legs had suddenly stopped. Rayo had looked at the carnage happening before him and then towards the ocean. And then towards the sky. There was peace to be found in the blue. It had calmed him down successfully. Rayo chose to be a luchador because he wanted to become a hero. He wanted to be a symbol that people could look toward for help. He knew he could not chicken out at the sign of trouble. The luchador was not sure of what his past life was like, but for some strange reason, he knew he did not have the strength to fight. Noticing his biceps, he knew he could be the hero people can depend on. Rayo glanced at the wooden path leading to the public area. The place was becoming crowded and quite dangerous. The luchador knew he needed to find a reasonable place to lead these civilians. Looking towards his left and right, he guessed the best option would be to run along the beach until he could find an opening. There was no indication of the corpses popping out anywhere else. Using his deep voice, he cried out. "Everyone run to the sides; along the beach! Find another exit!" Beach: @Zamokra41 Some of the partygoers nearby had heard the masked wrestler on the stage. They were hesistant, but some of them had listened to his words despite the chaos happening around him. About 2/5 of the crowd had taken the path along the beach heading left and right. There was no sure way of safety or exit, but it was better than doing anything. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal Castle sucked his teeth. He could not believe the bitch was deciding to run away; he raised his hand and pointed it towards the fox of fire. The bandit saw the direction the fox was heading towards. It seemed the fox was not running away, but was going to receive assistance from the metallic man. The leader of the bandits had no idea how well a man of rock would fare against a metal individual. The best option was to ensure the fox girl would be injured before she received safety. Castle had his hand raised and his rocky palm was beginning to open up. His palm began extracting shards of rock in haste. They shot out towards the fox girl like a bullet. Because Egwene had her back turned, one of the rock shards had planted itself in the back of her left shoulder. More of them were coming. Olivia the Amazon had her hands in her hip. She looked down at the demonic individual. Olivia had expected more of a fight, but she clearly believed she was the stronger one. The bandit woman was confident in her fighting capabilities and strength. "Give it up, little boy. I am clearly the stronger one." "Men have this stigma that they are stronger than women. When in reality, they are just scared little-" The woman stopped her speech when she had noticed the levitating pebbles. "How is that? I thought Castle was-" Her confusion had her lose her chance for evasion. The rocks arrived at a fast rate and all she could do was guard. The woman held her left arm to block her face. The rocks pounded against the flesh of her causing a sick burn. Her left arm dropped with heavy weight right after. She yelped and tried moving her arm, but the pain was too great. "You son of a bitch. All I'm going to need is my right arm to kill you!" The woman charged straightforward blinded by rage and readied to deliver a punch from her right arm. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The merchant titled his head at Regina's request. He had a blue complexion and a red beard. He stroked his facial hair at the request and had no idea why the woman was asking for a map. "Umm, I don't have any maps available, hun." The merchant looked at his inventory; he glanced underneath the counter, the shelves on the walls, and the food stocked in the back. "I usually carry miscellaneous items, but I don't have a map." The merchant shrugged his shoulders. "There's not much demand for a map here. This is a small place and a map isn't really necessary here. Is there anything else you need?" --- Grandma Ginny was surprised to see the goblin ears. She snatched them from Orion. "Okay, kid. You don't seem to be useless after all. Just be sure to get me the other items on that list."</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion managed to resist the urge to vomit until he handed over the ears and made his way outside, hoping Granny hadn't heard. Fortunately he didn't have any much in his stomach so it was more dry heaving than anything else. With that taken care of Orion somewhat unsteadily headed towards the rat house. Luckily he still remembered the directions: Matilda, house is on the west side. God he hoped they weren't giant rats. They probably were. It was always giant rats. No one hired people to kill normal rats. Orion looked at the bloodstained blade he still held in his hand. Well. It was better than nothing. It would be great if that doggy from earlier had come with him, it would've been a great help against the rats. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this one bit.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Just need to know where I am." she sighed. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Only reason I was able to find this place was because of the woodcutter." She turned to head for the door, looking over her shoulder with an idea. "Anyone around here need any jobs done?"</s>	<\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien stared at his hand, wondering how long he'd been able to do that. His mind flashbacked to the moment when he pulled that glowing book off the bookcase, recalling that he felt a little different after that. Realizing that he had gained a new ability, he grinned. This new life of his was full of pleasant surprises. Getting up from the ground, Damien said, acting cocky, "Heh, scared little what? Sounds like someone needs to get off her high horse." After seeing Olivia make her enraged charge towards Damien, though, he put his game face back on, realizing that the time for jokes and banter was over and it was back to fighting. Damien did learn something from the recent exchange of blows, though. There was no doubt that in terms of raw physical strength, Olivia was superior. However, Damien was quicker and more agile. As Olivia sent her fist flying towards Damien's face, Damien moved down and to the left, the punch sailing over his right shoulder. At the same time, Damien counterattacked with a right punch aimed directly at Olivia's face. Damien yelled as he put as much power into it as he could, intending to flatten her into the ground.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills I focus onto the forest and am now asleep on the forest's floor.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Rayo had not been in his new body for long and already he made a new "friend." He wasn't sure if he was good at reading at people back then, but he was able to read the beast-man's intentions. The luchador acknowledged the beast wanted a fight due to his mannerisms. The tightened fists and the severity of his gaze made it all clear that the beast was not a reasonable person, or had at least no thoughts toward consequences. Rayo patted himself on his chest. This was a reminder to himself that he wasn't a weakling anymore. He accomplished his dream of becoming a luchador and luchadors don't back down. Cracking his knuckles, he prepared himself for the worst. The staff the beast had in his possession made him slightly worried. A staff isn't necessarily an item an individual would take to a beach. "Let's not do anything irrational. I will-" Rayo stopped his banter when the blonde woman grabbed his arm. She was rushing the both of them toward the wooden path. Scratching his mask, Dragon Rayo could not make sense of what was going on. Could this be an effect of the drugs? The woman did seem worried about something. "Are you sick? I figure with these type of parties there should be a rehabilitation tent around here somewhere. Maybe there is one-" Rayo stopped talking. His attention was caught by a loud slam. The electronic dance music that normally invaded his eardrums had abruptly halted and was replaced by screams. Turning his head, he noticed a blonde woman had crashed into the DJ's table. This had caused a stampeded of people beginning to rush toward the wooden path. Rayo's ears twitched when he heard the beast man speak. "I'm going to go help. You stay safe,Senorita." Rayo told the woman. "Be careful with the..." The luchador then sighed. "Listen, feo. You're brave enough than me to throw the first punch, but know that I will be throwing the last one. Until another time." The luchador then began to sprint towards the stage. Beach: @Zamokra41 Once Dragon had climbed up the stage, he had noticed he was too late. The woman was dead; a huge gash was on her head and her body was in worse shape. The turntable threw sparks and skipped. The DJ was mumbling nonsense to himself that was irrelevant to the situation. As Dragon Rayo stood, he had a good view of the crowd and the beach. --- Emerging from the beach was a horde of decayed monsters They almost resembled humans, but had too many deformities to make a connection. Their skeleton interior was showing and they were covered in algae; they immediately attacked any living being in their line of sights. They appeared to have no control and acted solely on primitive rage. Clawing and biting, they were causing severe damage to the unprepared party-goers. Dwarves, elfs, humans, and beast-folk were having their flesh bit off and being thrown around like rag dolls. Crimson liquid was beginning to stain the sand. Just as the music stopped, it'd be expected there would be silence. The dance music was heavenly compared to the ghoulish screams of the water monsters and the agonized yells of the civilians. One particular being had arisen from the ocean, but was different from the decayed monsters. The being was more tamed and well-mannered. Resembling more like a fish than a person, he held a jagged staff in his right arm. His skin was bright with neon colors. There was a sense of trouble coming off of him. The fish appeared to be observing the carnage and the horde of decayed monsters were avoiding his presense. --- Jemma and Tarum would have trouble reaching the wooden path due to the stampede of party-goers and the water creature invasion. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal The book kept its glow as Damien turned the cover to view its content. Once the book was fully opened, the glow had turn to an immediate flash and had vanished. Inside the book was a collection of letters between Ezekiel and a possible companion. Throughout the letters is a discovery of new location regarding great findings and probable danger. Dear Ezekiel, I apologize for what had happened earlier. I had thought we were on the road to success. I know you have your family to think about; however, I have nothing to risk. This is why I'm out doing this stupid shit. I know your predicament and you know of mine; we need this! I won't stop and I hope you won't stop either. I know those bandits are not going to leave you alone...it is only a matter of time. I'll keep looking. Just have faith in me. I don't have anyone else-well, I don't know anyone else who would tag along. I need you to stay committed to this. -Samuel Ezekiel, I think I may have found an answer to our problems! I am being completely serious this time! I have not been more certain in all my life! We have finally found a solution to our problems! Please respond to this letter! I know I messed up last time, but this is different! You might be hesitant, but listen! There is a cave- a couple miles over the hills! It's not a far journey and I am well-informed about this cave! I've heard rumors about this cave inside Munitam and they all check out. I was told the cave could not be seen by human eyes- the entrance is blocked by an illusion! I spent a whole fucking day looking for this shit and I found it! The cave's entrance is disguised as a cliff's wall! The rumors about the illusion and the location are true! I'm telling you this cave is genuine! There is a catch...There is talk about treasure and great findings in this cavern, but also danger. I think this is a real deal, Ezekiel. I can't do it alone. If we do this, I can say goodbye to poverty and you can say goodbye to the bandits. Please respond to this letter. I'm tired of the silent treatment. -Samuel Ezekiel, I guess I deserve this much. I know you are still mad about last time. I don't blame you. The cave I mentioned earlier, if you read my last letter, I'm going to claim that treasure this week. I have prepared myself with the appropriate supplies and gathered any information I could gather from Munitam. I am not fully confident in my abilities, but I believe I can do this. I'll make it back and show you that dreams come true. Even though you're not coming with me, I'll still give you a share. I can't have you suffering from those bastard bandits. Maybe I'll find something of great power? You've helped me of too much to deny you of any treasure. I just have to state one thing. If I don't happen to make it back, just keep loving your family. I don't have anyone close to me, but you. You're the closest thing I had to a brother. Not sure why I'm getting sentimental- I guess since this is the first time I've went by myself? Eh, you've taught me not to get into trouble. Anyways, love ya, Zeke. I always wanted to go spelunking. -Samuel Damien has acquired a new spell point and information regarding a new quest! Samuel's Letters has been added in "Miscellaneous Information." --- The farmer looked up and he couldn't find the right words to describe what his eyes were seeing. "How does a metallic man make a metal chair so quickly," Ezekiel thought to himself. There was a hint of envy radiating from the farmer. Most of his furniture had taken some time to complete and was beginning to worn down; the metal man had made a chair in a matter of seconds. While chopping vegetables the farmer place his knife down and looked at the metal mage. "That gift you have is real something. Where were you when I was making furniture?" The farmer laughed at his own joke. Ezekiel collected all the cut vegetables and poured them into a bowl. The bowl was a mixture of cut carrots, sliced tomatoes, diced lettuce, and other edible elements. "Lucky for me, the chicken has already been cut before," he commented. Opening the fridge once more, he pulled out a bag of thin strips of chicken and added them to the salad. "And now it's a chicken salad," he slammed the bowl on the center of the table. From the cupboards, he placed smaller bowls, tongs, and utensils on the table. "Dig in, guys. Dine like it's your last meal!" Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblins were immediately spooked by the sudden roars. "What is that?" One of the goblins spoke up; its voice was high-pitched and could be heard by the talking dog. A certain goblin told his party to stay put; the sound did not seem threatening at all. As they waited, the roars were gaining volume. They disobeyed their friend's advice and proceeded to flee. "It's coming closer," one of them yelled. Three goblins bolted from their position and toward the direction of the trap that was set. One goblin was slower than the others and had trouble running along the two others. In a matter of seconds, two of the goblins and collapsed into the dug up hole. After a loud thud, they began moaning in pain. The goblin from before walked up to the hole with curiosity. "What the hell? You idiots! This is a set-up!" The slowpoke goblin scratched his noggin and was stricken with confusion. "This hole was made to trap us! Who could have done this? The roars don't even seem real!" The slowpoke goblin pointed a firm finger at Hiraku. "What about that dog? Dogs dig hole." The goblin that resembled mostly as the leader had taken a quick glance at the dog. His eyes stayed glued to the mutt; he was beginning to question the reason of the dog's presence. "I don't know. Just go skin it. I'll try to see if I can help the others," the leader goblin stated. He laid down on the floor and tried reaching a hand to the two others. The slower goblin pulled out a short dagger and began approaching the dog slowly. "Here, little doggie. Here." --- Upon entering the west district of Center Forest, Aidan could see a row of houses lined up. None of them were uniquely made as they all seemed to have been built to be uniformed. There were minor differences between the houses; one house had potted plants out in front and another had a garden. It was about the most someone could get from being creative with their homes. The homes themselves were small which says a lot for Center Forest. Aidan tried finding the quest giver and could see a middle-aged woman standing outside her house. She had a mean look about her. The woman was aggressively smoking a cigarette. --- Regina woke up next to a young man chopping wood in the forest.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world. As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him. Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming: - Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe. "I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to. Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house! Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming. One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect. "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!" The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined. --- The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!" The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene. "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone." As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion. The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in. "Castle..." the scarecrow grunted. "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Stoneheart Character Concept "The Conflicted Coward" Gender Boy Background A boy who grew up with everything a kid could ask for from his rich parents. Maybe not quite spoiled, but certainly used to luxury. He went through life with ease, naturally athletic, smart, social. Then during his collage days at Harvard he went out to a party that got a little to out of control. Long story short they had a car crash while attempting to escape the police. Given another chance at life he was determined to be smarter about it and live for much longer. He chose half-dragon and the first fighter class he could find, it wasn't quite what he expected. Level 1 Class Cowardly Fighter Race Half Dragon. Sounds cooler than it was. While he does have wings and a tail, his tail is about a foot long and is more annoying than helpful much like this wings, which stretch from his shoulder-blades to his elbows when fully unfolded. Can't breath fire. Is about as strong as a human. Is barely even 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Much disappoint. Attribute Finesse Martial Arts Fleet of Feet: Orion can focus on his feet and travel at speeds faster than any human. As long as he's running away from something. Also its kind of hard to see like this so traveling through forests or rocky terrain might involve face planting, though he will not suffer as much damage as he normally would. Solar Flare: Orion is so convincing that he could make people believe he is going to use a solar flare, to the point of making them avert and closer their eyes as though it was real. Note: Is not actually solar flare and may have no effect whatsoever depending on targets. Gifted Coward: Orion is skilled enough that he has developed a sort of 12th sense. He can read body language so well that he can practically see someone's movements nearly half a second before they do it. Equipment Skin -[FINALIZE]-</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene cocked her head soft as the man reached out for her, threatening for something, but it did not matter much, his friend's blood still dripped from her claws. "A hand...no, I can give you a foot" she retorted, moving to stomp on his neck, and snap the bones inside, or at least collapse his wind pipe. And then, two more people came at her, but one got taken out by the scythe wielding Scarecrow, which was cool. "Deal with the rest of them, Shadow. We've got the, less small fry" She said, looking to the others. Monsuier Idiot seemed to be engaged against a very large woman, which was what he deserved, really. Charging in like that. Then, the other person, drew up his runes and started to shoot arrows at Metal Man. That didn't bode well, since the abilities of Magic were far beyond her ken. Her tail lit up as it pointed at the man called Leonis. She wasn't sure the range or speed of the fire beam, but it was better than doing nothing. So a few seconds of charging and she let it off, hoping he would be distracted with Metal Man, or that there was some cool down between shots, like her power. "Fox, Fire!" came the exclamation from Egwene. Her powers needed a focus, after all. Maybe later mental control would be something, but now, she was not.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien charged at Castle, a hulking figure had moved in front of Damien and forced the ground to shake with her strength. This caused Damien to slide to a halt and examine his first real opponent. An "Amazon", she called herself. Well, there was no doubt that she was confident and had the strength to back it up, which meant that Damien would most likely have a good and challenging fight against her. The thought of it made Damien grin. After all, how could he resist such fun? "Nice to meet ya," Damien greeted. "My name's Damien, the guy who'll beat your face in like those two." Then he spun around to the left, delivering another backhanded punch, even more powerful than the first one and filled with centrifugal force, to the two bandits that had tried to rush Damien from behind. The blow smashed into one bandit's ribcage, breaking quite a few ribs on one side and possibly killing him, and causing his body to fly off to the side. Damien then ducked under a sword swing from the second bandit and delivered an uppercut to the bandit's stomach, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to cough up blood. Damien then turned back to the Amazon Olivia and raised his right fist in front of him. "Your turn," Damien said right before he rushed in and pulled back his fist to launch a right straight at Olivia's face, followed up by a barrage of punches.</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Farmhouse He killed bandits and did something effective. Neat. As he sorted out a basic and simple strategy against the fairly weak bandits, something decided to stop him in his tracks. His armor clanged with a good amount of red arrows, his body being pushed away bit by bit from the force of the arrows. Fortunately for him, his armor held its place as he raised a hand. Raw energy crackled around his hand right before he thrust it up and summoned a wall of iron and copper. It looked fairly ugly, but he did what he could do to minimize the impact of the arrows. The bits of copper scattered apart like butter, but the iron that held random parts of the center of the wall looked just as durable as its creator. Hephaestus saw the fox girl's sudden change in attack toward the magician next to the bandit leader. Regardless of whether the mage bandit was hit or not, the iron man decided to answer the corpulent bandit next to Castle with his own barrage of attacks. Standing behind his still durable wall, Hephaestus' eyes let out an ominous glow as fragments of metal formed above him. After letting them float for a good second, he let out a jolt of energy as he instantly sharpened the fragments into lethal iron shards, the chipped pieces of the iron turning into smaller blades of their own. Lifting a hand behind him, the armored man lunged forward, letting the floating shards make an abrupt kickstart and soar towards his attacker's direction. - Hephaestus -</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart That was a very odd list. Goblin ears? Rat tails? Suddenly something clicked and Orion remembered the request board. Goblins and rats were on the board right? He could knock out two or three birds with one stone! Then there were the cashews, but he could probably get this with the money from the rat request. IT would all work out nicely. Except. To bring those he would have to cut them off of their owners. EWwww, still it was a quest and Orion now had a moral obligation to fulfill it. Shuddering to himself he decided to go see what the deal with the goblins was. He exited the village and saw... The dog from earlier viciously tugging on the hand of a goblin that was desperately trying to escape from it. Running as fast as he could Orion made a fist and slammed it into the goblin's head as hard as he could the full force of his sprint behind it, this wasn't some stupid movie where the dog died, he wouldn't let that happen!</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Egwene killed the injured bandit. Damien handled the the other two bandits. The Amazon giggled and held her hand to her mouth; she wanted to hide her smile away. "My turn? Well, come at me, ya little sh-" Before she could speak another word, she had met Damien's strength fully. She tasted his punch and it was not to her liking. Anger was beginning to consume her, but she could not pull off a counterattack quickly. She was not expecting such tenacity from the half-demon. Olivia held up both of her arms to prepare herself. Her arms absorbed the barrage of strikes by Damien. She was surprised his punches were beginning to sting. The Amazon guessed this must originate from his weird limbs; they did not seem to be normal punches. No human she had came across could do this much damage to her body. Using anger, she broke away from the punches by throwing her arms out and taking a step back. With a swift kick, Olivia pressed her heel against Damien's chest to give herself some room. She noticed given her Amazon anatomy, her arms and legs did give her more of a reach and an advantage. Wiping the blood from her lip, she gave out a giggle. "Huh, you're not what I expected. But you're still going to die," she sternly commented. Olivia then rushed towards her opponent and prepared to deliver another kick. --- Castle sighed. He could not believe most of his men were wiped out by amateurs; none of the three targets he had any information regarding their identify or strength. They must have just crawled out of the wood-works. The leader of the bandit party knew one thing for sure. He did not want to be defeated by such low-ranks. It would look bad on him. Castle noticed the fox-fire girl was planning something. He could see she had her attention directed towards his corpulent pal. The leader patted his magician on the shoulder and confidently said, "I got this one." Castle endured most of the attack. Nothing could be seen except the rise of smoke and soot. As the black smoke faded, Castle had taken Egwene's fire and was not harmed. Looking at the body of Castle, it was clear as to why. "Let's get this finished, darling." Castle cracked his knuckles and began steadily walking towards the fox girl. He had somehow managed to replace his entire body of flesh. Castle had an exterior of rock surrounding his soft skin; this was the power he needed to take Egwene's flames. "Who's going to save you from me, little fox?" Castle held his chest up high. Fire wasn't going to do much to a man of rock. He charged toward the fox girl with a punch ready to go. The corpulent magician felt a hand on his shoulder. He was reassured his boss would handle the nuisance of the fire aimed at him. Leonis had the metallic man to deal with. The arrows seemed to have little to no effect on him; this meant he would have to pull out the heavy stuff to ensure victory. Leonis searched through his spell book for a defensive spell. He found the metal man was not going to back down and was on the verge of attacking. Frantically looking, he managaed to find a suitable spell. With some spoken words, Leonis was able to summon a transparent sword capable of levitating and defending his body from harm. The sword deflected most of the thrown knives aiming for him. The sorcerer had no doubt he was going to win this battle. He just needed to find the kinks in the man's armor. Leonis was distracted by his thoughts and had not noticed his sword had gone out. It had broke to the multiple strikes to its blades. The remainder of the knives had struck him. Leonis had some shrapnel of metal impale his left arm "Son of a-" He cut himself shortly. Crouching to the floor, he grabbed a few pebbles off the ground. He ignored the pain of the daggers in his arm. He ignored the blood dripping down next to his feet. Leonis kept his focus on defeating the metallic man. Juggling the pebbles, he chucked the pebbles at Hephaestus. More magic words were spoken and the pebbles had increased in size! They were similar to the boulders before which explains what must have happened in the first attack. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The goblin could not scream. He was not expecting anything. All he knew was a dog had a grip on his hand. The green creature felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The pain overwhelmed his entire body and began feeling a slight numb sensation. The goblin lost part of his footing and his vision was coming to a blur. Going forward, his body landed on the floor with a thud. The goblin was knocked out cold!</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s>
<\|description\|>Jemma Character Concept: Kind. Too kind. Gender: Female Background: I still can't believe that I'm dead. Honestly, I haven't stopped crying, and it has been... how long? A while, I guess. My poor parents. I hope that they're alright. And I hope that they remember to feed the cat. Castiel gets a little loud when he's hungry, and the neighbors hate it when - oh. Right. Sorry, my background. Well, I'm pretty average. I'm in my first- I was in my first year of college. I wanted to teach elementary school. People always said I had a knack for working with kids. Actually, working with all people. I like people. And horses. I also really like to sing too. I was actually on my way to auditions for this great a cappella group when - well, you know. Level: 1 Class: The Druid Race: Shape Shifter Attribute: Focus Gift: So I found out this morning that I can turn into a bird. But I can't fly or anything. And I thought, well, birds can sing. And I like to sing, right? No, I can't sing either. All I can do is make these strangled gurgling noises. So, yeah. That's a bummer. Equipment: At least I wasn't naked when I woke up.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on. Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear. Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted. "Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music. It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers. He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough. "No, senor. I can't right now." Beach: Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal. Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!" She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour. "Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!" said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!" The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up. Effects: Slight Motion Sickness Able to see Moments into the Future (All effects are Temporary) A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another. The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!" Farmhouse: The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life. He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror. The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them. This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down." A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!" The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s>	<\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s>
<\|description\|>Hephaestus Character Concept: A magic-wielding heap of metal who has an intense case of music appreciation. Gender: Male Background: Heavy metal and a tinge of engineering defined Hephaestus' old life. Cool-headed, yet desiring to be hot-headed, Hephaestus lived alone, preferring to keep himself occupied with "professor things" and "metal things." Contrasting to what his preferences sounded like on paper, his life was fairly normal and made him likable to those who worked around him. Alas, his life had a certain tone of boredom to it, for he never showed his true hobbies to those around him that much… He carried out his life successfully… up to the point where a blue truck slammed into his car. As soon as he died, Hephaestus decided to go full metal when he was granted a new life. His first harmony of deliciously heavy strings told the tale of his boring death in the most exciting manner, and he quickly adapted to his initial death and accepted rebirth with open arms. Level: 1 Class: Metal Mage – Although he is armed with a heavy mace that deals great amounts of damage, his true strength lies in his ability to manipulate various kinds of metals. As he grows stronger, the metals he is able to control and its strength in general grow in noticeable numbers. Hephaestus tanks damage while relying on his magic to inflict bursts of damage on his opponent regardless of his distance from them. Due to his heavy armor and just as heavy attacks, Hephaestus is at his weakest when the opponent maintains a "burst range" between oneself and the armored magician- the minimum distance required to act immediately against his attacks. This allows people to outplay his fighting ability if they choose their options right, regardless of whatever Attribute they have. He still excels at point-blank range combat and far-ranged skirmishes, though his large form makes him susceptible to receiving damage from attacks that most people could dodge carefully from. This is made up with his natural ability to mitigate damage by improving the metals he can control and predicting where to shield himself from certain attacks. Unlike most warriors and magicians, Hephaestus is unable to equip any other armor and weapon without suffering the loss of his Gift's passive effects on his default equipment. Thus, he is stuck with the combat equipment he has been given since rebirth. Hephaestus cannot learn any other form of magic aside from enhanced levels of metal manipulation. Hephaestus learns how to control new metals upon every ten levels, steadily improving his power to manipulate the material at each power up. While monsters around his level (and above, in some cases) tend to have trouble fighting him, he struggles in retreating when necessary and is forced to fight extremely passively during his early levels against fast-hitting fighters and high-damage mages. Race: Wraith Attribute: Force Gift: Metal Manipulation – Hephaestus can manipulate metals both around him and from metal generated by himself. The metal he can create out of thin air reflects on the metals he can currently control. His armor's durability and weapon strength increase as he levels up, allowing him to overpower more foes up-close and pressure more from afar with his spells. Hephaestus cannot manipulate metallic weapons carried by opponents, but can manipulate weapons thrown by them. The Metals He Can Control So Far...: -Copper, Bronze, Iron (Level 1) -Steel (Level 10) -Mithril (Level 20) -And so on... Equipment: -Metal-Infused Armor. The armor can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can wear that benefits from his Gift) -Infused Morning Star. The mace can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can use that benefits from his Gift) -Pouch for "The Less Important Things" (ie. money)</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru managed to keep his nerves in check. That stare was damn uncomfortable, but talking dog held in. Anyway he was glad that it worked, so Hikaru decided to keep his normal dog act for as long as possible. Talking dog had no friggin idea where he was, so he still needed to collect as much information as possible. Plus now with potential party in Hikaru could also scout people and let them do the dirty work. Ha, this works for sure. Being opportunistic had some certain advantages which I wanted to abuse now as much as possible. Although when he looked at those odd jobs, Hikaru couldn't help but be interested - but what he could do while keep his appearance in check for as long as possible ? Recipe ingridients was a big no - he would probably need to ask what exactly she needed, so it would ruin his cover. Simon Times is a human and no matter how confident Hikaru may be, he still prefered to do something light. So it was rats or goblins... in the end he looked at goblins job and nodded. This one sounds fun (hunting Rats sounds boring) so talking dog decided to move towards outside gates and check the situation. If needed - he may always run away. He just hopes it wouldn't bite him in the f*****g ass !</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien looked up at the sun after the farmer announced the ETA of one and a half hours. Of course, Damien was careful enough to shield his eyes from the harmful rays with a hand. That would certainly be a while away, and by then Damien would get bored waiting. Still, the farmer promised a decent meal, and that wasn't something he intended to pass up. Anything free was great for him, even if 'free' meant beating up a few bandits. The metal man appeared to be taking the offer as well, though the fox girl was turning it down. That suited Damien fine. He didn't want to be around her anyway. Undoing the transformations on his limbs, Damien followed the metal man and Ezekiel the farmer to his home. Looking over at the grumpy scarecrow Shadow, Damien thought about teasing him for a bit, but then he decided that that joke was already done with. With a sigh, Damien wondered how the food would taste. Hopefully good, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach @Zamokra41 --- Everything happened far too quickly for her liking. The music was too loud, and the temperature was too high. The hot air hung heavy around her, suffocating her like a scarf she could not peel away. Her blonde hair clung to her damp neck, and each breath she drew went down like sandpaper. The more logical side of her consciousness suggested that perhaps she was experiencing a sensory overload, or some sort of shock. Perhaps it was a side effect of the candy. The thought flickered, and then died away just as quickly. Whatever the treat had done to her, she was far past avoiding the consequences. All she could do was push forward, and to the soft spoken young lady, forward meant away. There was a hand on her shoulder, and a voice in her ear. It appeared someone else had taken notice of her, though fortunately, he was not nearly as demanding as the first. When she rounded on him, she was met with a masked wrestler. This place gets stranger and stranger, she would reflect later, but at the moment, that imaginary scarf was growing tighter. I have to go, she had to tell them, and her chapped lips opened to do so. But a second vision, still in various shades of blue, caught the words in her throat. The figure of a woman, her eyes wide and lifeless, her thin body moving like a ragdoll as it crashed into the DJ booth. The wreckage was soon consumed by sparks, and the crowd, by unbridled panic. "They're coming from the sea," the party-goers screamed, and Jemma intoned just under her breath. Just as the other had, the vision violently snapped her back to reality. Now, she was more eager than ever to go. Cheeks flushed with exertion, and brow sparkling with sweat, she hooked her arms through the two individuals nearest her - the wrestler, and the beast. "Yes," she countered, suddenly recalling something that the furry one had mentioned earlier. "Get away. Private. Good. Let's go." Gracelessly, she moved to drag the two men toward the wooden pathway.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene got to work digging herself a little firepit, so it wouldn't go all over the place and set the forest on fire. That'd probably be bad. It wasn't easy without a shovel, but her nails seemed strong and the dirt seemed soft, so eventually she had a decent pit filled with leaves that weren't to wet. It was here that she pointed her tail into, and smiled, letting the fire build up on the tip. Once it had finished, she gave the mental command to fire. And nothing happened. Which would have been awkward, in a real fight. So she could charge it up, but the firing required some sort of command. What it was, she was at a loss for. But, then it came to her in a flash of light, and it was obvious. It couldn't have been anything else, really. "Fox Fire" she announced, to herself. And in response, the fire shot from her tail and blasted the leaves in the pit. It was enough to burn through flesh, that much she knew - how, was a secret, but she knew - and that was fine. But, the flaming tip didn't recover for about twenty seconds, which meant it wasn't good for a prolonged fight. She needed to aim well before shooting it. The Fire itself was pretty quick, so little chance of it being dodged, unless she shot wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart These were some weird jobs. The rat job sounded okay, 50g was a lot. Right? Maybe? Whatever, there was no way he was fighting goblins. Goblin's had sword and axes and teeth and stuff. Orion wasn't ready to fight anything without the proper tools and he wasn't eager to pit his body against actual fighting implements. The next one sounded like you had to either be sneaky or able to beat someone in a fight, neither of which Orion was eager to test his skills at. Soup? Soup was okay. But the job was listed as normal when the rats were easy. Just what kind of soup was it? Well maybe he could at least see about the soup. If it involved like dragon's blood or something he could just leave the granny on her own and kill rats. Easy. "Alrighty, I think helping with the soup is going to be easiest and I like soup. If its super hard though I'll just kill some rats for money. You guys can... follow me! Or do your own thing. Just make sure we meet up here later aight?" It looked like the dog left to go scrounge for some food or something, Orino wasn't sure why it was here in the first place. Still with that explanation out of the way Orion checked the list again. Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side. Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find, Orion headed off to find this Grandma Grinny, eager to get some food in his belly.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Farmhouse: @Scarifar@NarayanK Ezekiel had led the both willingly companions into his noble home. He was unsure of their capabilities, but he acknowledged their uniqueness. It was a strange sight to seem a man of metal yet another man turn into a demonic being. There would have been a barrage of questions he would have led onto the two, but he had other matters. The farmer was struck back by the question by the metallic man. He found it odd the individual had no clue of his whereabouts. "Do you really have no idea?" Ezekiel stroked his mutton chops. "You're on the outskirts Munitam ," he answered. "Not much you'll find here, but maybe some hunting game and..." The farmer paused and opened the screen door of his house. "Bandits." The interior of the home was in great condition. It looked fairly modern and seemed reasonable for family to settle down in. Most of the furniture and staircases were made of wood. The front door opened to the view of living room. The living room was an ordinary lounge area with two love seats and a lengthy sofa. Four bookcases stood tall on the walls; each one was well-equipped with literature of this world. One particular book's spine was glowing brightly-emanating a light that only the two players could see. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. The cooking area had a worn stove and tile floors. There had been a lot of elbow grease put into this room from the condition of it. It was obvious to see there was always effort put into the cooking. The dining table and cooking prep tables had stains and a few crumbs present. The living room and kitchen had a hallway leading to a staircase and several other rooms. There was a locked panel on the floor that must have led to the basement. The farmer quickly opened up the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables. Opening up the cupboards, he began pulling out some cutting material. "I'll have to work fast. Everyone okay with a chicken salad?" --- The scarecrow stared at the pit and the fox girl. His gaze never left her. Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier The party was too focused on the new settlement and the odd jobs that they did not see the disappearance of Sonia. --- Hikaru followed the directions given on the wall; the paper request was precise with its location as Hikaru did find his objective. The goblins that were mentioned in the wanted sign were present. They were huddled around a tree and appeared to be scheming mischievous activities. There were four of them and they were not alarmed by the strag dog roaming around. --- Orion was introduced by a row of small houses. The village was fairly small and so were the houses. They were exactly the same in style and size with slight differences. The particular house Orion was looking for was not difficult to spot. He figured he would have to do some cooking of some type considering the ingredients wish. He noticed one house with a broken window and black smoke coming out. The smoke was followed by yelling of obscenities.</s>	<\|message\|>Hephaestus "Munitam, huh..." Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air. Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again. It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off. As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. "Anything is fine," he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...</s>
<\|description\|>Hephaestus Character Concept: A magic-wielding heap of metal who has an intense case of music appreciation. Gender: Male Background: Heavy metal and a tinge of engineering defined Hephaestus' old life. Cool-headed, yet desiring to be hot-headed, Hephaestus lived alone, preferring to keep himself occupied with "professor things" and "metal things." Contrasting to what his preferences sounded like on paper, his life was fairly normal and made him likable to those who worked around him. Alas, his life had a certain tone of boredom to it, for he never showed his true hobbies to those around him that much… He carried out his life successfully… up to the point where a blue truck slammed into his car. As soon as he died, Hephaestus decided to go full metal when he was granted a new life. His first harmony of deliciously heavy strings told the tale of his boring death in the most exciting manner, and he quickly adapted to his initial death and accepted rebirth with open arms. Level: 1 Class: Metal Mage – Although he is armed with a heavy mace that deals great amounts of damage, his true strength lies in his ability to manipulate various kinds of metals. As he grows stronger, the metals he is able to control and its strength in general grow in noticeable numbers. Hephaestus tanks damage while relying on his magic to inflict bursts of damage on his opponent regardless of his distance from them. Due to his heavy armor and just as heavy attacks, Hephaestus is at his weakest when the opponent maintains a "burst range" between oneself and the armored magician- the minimum distance required to act immediately against his attacks. This allows people to outplay his fighting ability if they choose their options right, regardless of whatever Attribute they have. He still excels at point-blank range combat and far-ranged skirmishes, though his large form makes him susceptible to receiving damage from attacks that most people could dodge carefully from. This is made up with his natural ability to mitigate damage by improving the metals he can control and predicting where to shield himself from certain attacks. Unlike most warriors and magicians, Hephaestus is unable to equip any other armor and weapon without suffering the loss of his Gift's passive effects on his default equipment. Thus, he is stuck with the combat equipment he has been given since rebirth. Hephaestus cannot learn any other form of magic aside from enhanced levels of metal manipulation. Hephaestus learns how to control new metals upon every ten levels, steadily improving his power to manipulate the material at each power up. While monsters around his level (and above, in some cases) tend to have trouble fighting him, he struggles in retreating when necessary and is forced to fight extremely passively during his early levels against fast-hitting fighters and high-damage mages. Race: Wraith Attribute: Force Gift: Metal Manipulation – Hephaestus can manipulate metals both around him and from metal generated by himself. The metal he can create out of thin air reflects on the metals he can currently control. His armor's durability and weapon strength increase as he levels up, allowing him to overpower more foes up-close and pressure more from afar with his spells. Hephaestus cannot manipulate metallic weapons carried by opponents, but can manipulate weapons thrown by them. The Metals He Can Control So Far...: -Copper, Bronze, Iron (Level 1) -Steel (Level 10) -Mithril (Level 20) -And so on... Equipment: -Metal-Infused Armor. The armor can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can wear that benefits from his Gift) -Infused Morning Star. The mace can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can use that benefits from his Gift) -Pouch for "The Less Important Things" (ie. money)</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest F****in hell, plan worked in a way, but he expected it to work better. Also it surprised Hikaru that one of them was smart enough to figure it out, weren't all goblins supposed to retarded ?! Although to be honest assuming something in a world where he had no idea how things worked wasn't exactly smart either. Heh... talking dog was clearly not happy and needed to do something else. Especially in a situation which started to get worse and worse with each second. But at least Hikaru removed some obstables so maybe he can do it in the end. Talking dog also hoped that he was fast enough to pull off the new plan. He should have speed advantage as dogs were clearly faster runners then humans (and he REALLY hoped it also worked the same way against goblins) so he sprinted towards the leader which tried to help others and push him in the hole or straight up bite his throat out (whichever worked, if he showed opening). If it worked, he would wait for other goblins to run in (and Hikaru couldn't imagine last one to not run into him in such case) and try to jump in last moment to let last one to drop in. If by any chance plan would fail, he would use Echolocation to find some wild animal(s) like Wolfs or a bear and let it finish the job in killing last goblins. Oh boy... Hikaru sighed, this world so far was truly annoying to deal with...</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The interior inside Grandma Ginny's house was very tight squeezed. It was obvious how many rooms resided in the house. By first inspection, the room walking in was the living room. It had a worn couch; its cushions were in bad shape as fluff was beginning to pour out. The rug looked stained and probably could tell the history of the room from ten years ago. The bookcase did not look sturdy and was covered in dust. A door led to an opened bedroom. On the bed was a mountain of clothes and an ironing board set up to the side. Not much else could be seen from the front door. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen area. The area had an opened wall to enter and the living room was in the same shape. The tiles on the floor were coming off and the place smelled like burned cooking. Inside was a black cauldron sitting warmly on the stove. It bubbled rapidly. Grandma Ginny turned off the heat and began coughing roughly. "Who? What?" She turned around and smiled creepily at Orion. Her smile turned immediately to a unimpressed expression. "Huh, I was expecting more of a muscle-bound type of guy. I guess this is what I get from posting on the board. I can't be too picky." She cackled. Grandma Ginny looked frail and old. Her wrinkles on arms and face were clear as day. She had a long blouse on along with a jacket overneath. She had fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair stretched down to her shoulders. She had some color in her atleast. "Alright, so my soup tastes like shit," she said bluntly. She grabbed a ladel on her table and proceeded to dunk it inside the cauldron. "Don't believe me? Try it for yourself." She handed the ladel over to Orion. Grandma Ginny then fished her hand out of her pocket to take out a folded piece of paper. The paper seemed to have a peculiar glow to it that only Orion could see. "Here's a few items I need to get. You might want to do it before sundown," she warned. --- The man with the ax stopped hitting the trees. "I'm sorry; I can't." He then began striking down the bark again. "You didn't say please..." He commented. The man with the ax began laughing with every swing. He had to stop chopping wood to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But yeah, you should work on your mannerisms though." The man with the ax elbowed Regina in the shoulder in a joking manner. "There's a lot of you today, huh? Well, you just want to keep heading that way," he pointed north. "At the center of this forest is a village. Head there and you'll be good." He gripped both hands on his ax and prepared to swing at the tree again. "I would lead you there myself, but I really have to make my quota." The man with the ax was going to swing, but stopped mid-way. "Oh, and try getting there before dark, alright?" He chucked his ax immediately after and continued his work. --- The slower goblin was not able to catch the dog. It had completely slipped past him and was no match in speed. The leader goblin was too preoccupied with trying to get the others that he did not see the dog coming at him. He expected the dog was just an ordinary mutt and had no ulterior motives. The leader goblin fell straight through the hole from the push landing among the other trapped goblins. The slower goblin was enraged that his party was fooled by this dog. Aiming carefully, he chucked his dagger at the Hiraku. Pulling out another right after, he darted towards the dog and enabled a war cry. "You stupid dog!"</s>	<\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s>
<\|description\|>Hiraku. Character concept. If I need to add more details or change something, feel free to point it out. Character Concept: "Till the end of the world I must stay faithful to my bachelor status." Gender: Well last time I checked, I was a boy. I hope this also WON'T change. Background: Oh in my previous life I was called Akira Satoru. I think it was a pretty normal planet except my... less then normal family. Ya see, I come from a strange japanese family where all cultists worshipped some sort of ghosts of fertility, marriage and some odd stuff like this. Never cared. Of course they tried to bring me in and join their madness, but I resisted. If I knew I would be cursed in after-life just because I resisted to get married and get a bunch of annoying brats, I would in the end jump in. Their annoying yapping man... "Get married son, it's a tradition to build big family with a bunch of children. Plus Japan needs higher birthrate !" F**k them ! In the end I traveled to US once I ended up 18 and found a random job in one of Walmarts. I was so damn happy, but of course I needed to die in car accident 3 years later and ended up in this... dog body. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life alone, enjoying the life of a bachelor and prostitutes if I really needed to get laid. I learned that for refusing to follow my family path I would be cursed with a dog body in after life and would only get back to my normal one if I would find a love of my life and get married. What the heck. I thought they were joking ?! Now how I'm supposed to do it ?! I just hope that those chicks from hentai stories and their bestiali... no, let's just not go into details. This is so awkard... Class: Audiokinetic Of course it's mostly for rough template for my potential power. We may always discuss details. Race: Talking dog. At least pretty cool dog (Labrador Retriever). Talk about idiotic after-death family curse. Those bastards I tell you... Plus I'm a cat type of guy ! Attribute: Focus Martial Arts: N/A Thaumaturgy: Sound Based Magic. With Barking or rattling his muzzle ;). Equipment: I'm dog, I don't think I can exactly use items. Although some sort of armor around my body would be cool, duh. Look: My handsome figure.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle. "Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Damiann47 --- Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip. "You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl. I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia) Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away. "We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind." The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life. "My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…" It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think." It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Jemma - The Beach --- The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why. Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance. As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on? Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile. But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against. Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.</s> <\|message\|>Tarum TARUM --- The woman struggled in vain to escape from his 'embrace', her failed attempts did noting but fill Tarum with delight. His grin was accompanied by a cackle, oh this all felt strange yet so, so amazing. When it became clear that the blonde was not going to accept the drink he 'kindly' offered, Tarum shrugged "Your loss. More for me." He mumbled and was about to take a sip when he felt a shove from the side. It came more as a surprise rather than anything else, startling him enough to release the woman from his grasp and slightly stumble on his hooved feet. The one who had the gall to push him appeared to be a young man with the same blonde coloration of his hair like the woman. He was talking directly to Tarum, even pointing at him with his index finger to accentuate his words. In spite of his efforts, the words fell on quite literal deaf ears, the effect of the pill still present on Tarum, making it look almost comical how the man moved his mouth with no sound. Judging by the aggravated expression on his face, he was clearly angry at Tarum for one reason or another. Hah, maybe he was this woman's boyfriend and didn't take kindly to someone groping her out of the blue. Or it could be something else, yet it all was the same for the Chaos-Weaver. 'Alright then..' Tarum thought as his ever-present grin only turned more wicked. He released the grasp he had on the glass, its contents spilling on the floor next to him followed by the glass itself, shattering as it touched the surface. This only seemed to make the blonde man in front of him angrier, good, it is going to make it more easier. Tarum nonchalantly took a few steps until he was right in the man's face, they were approximately the same height. He chuckled as he saw the man continuing to talk, only to be silence in the very next moment when Tarum head-butted him without so much as a warning of any kind. Oh, the advantages of having not one but two pairs of horns. Tarum felt pretty much nothing yet the poor bloke fell on his ass with blood gushing from his nose, the surprise of the strike contributing to the force behind it, accentuated by the pill's effects. "Shut up." Tarum said mockingly and then proceeded to place his hoof on the man's chest, preventing him from getting up. He applied a bit of pressure, yet again, the pill's effects probably accentuated the force behind it more than Tarum assumed. The man struggled for a bit but stopped as he saw the Chaos-Weaver lean down, his burning orange eyes affixed to his face, smudged with blood from his nose. "Piss. Off." Were the only two words Tarum said to him before giving a final push from his hoof and then stepping back, releasing him. Another crazed laugh escaped him as he turned his attention back to the blonde woman, who appeared to be retching. He sighed and waited for her to be done before once again pulling her closer to him "Oh, you poor, fragile little thing." He said sarcastically, "How about some rest and relaxation somewhere more... private from prying eyes? Hmmmm?' He asked, indicating with his free hand towards the wooden path that lead away from the party. The slight ringing in his ears was an indication that maybe, just maybe, the pill's effects would pass and he could hear again. If that was the case, he had a few questions to ask this lovely little blonde and was curious to hear her answers.</s>	<\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest Hikaru woke up in the forest. It was strange how quickly his death pushed him somewhere else. No Limbo, no darkness, no heaven (or hell, although Hikaru doesn't think he did anything exactly wrong, Hikaru led perfectly normal life). It just happened... instantly. he didn't even have a chance to think about what happened. It just did. Ahh yeah, car accident, how cliche. Hikaru read some stories about people being reincarnaited, but this was ridiculous ! Fucked up family full of cultists and baby making human machines... what the hell was wrong with them ?! And they said he needed to get married and get a bunch of kids because it's a tradition... Fk them all ! They mentioned some sort of curse... Heh... sad thing is that once Hikaru escaped their madness he barely lived 3 years. Yep, this sucked, horribly. All he wanted is to end up as a bachelor, live a happy life of a single and if needed visit prostitutes to get laid ! Simple, effective, no needed drama which is part of normal relationship. No responsibilities. But of course some fag driving shitty truck needed to hit him head on. Gah... Well... at least he's still alive ! Although Hikaru couldn't help but look around confused. If he reincarnated wasn't he supposed to be reborn as a baby, screaming and wailing in clear shock. Well it certainly was something that Hikaru didn't expect. Well it was time to check himself, huh. Wait... why Hikaru walked in such a strange way, so close to the ground... He noticed small pond nearby and moved in to check out his reflection. Hikaru trembled in shock and howled (?!). No no no no NO F*IG hell no ! Now he remembered that shty curse promise ! And in the end it turned out true ?! That after death Hikaru would end up as a dog and the only way to revert it was by getting into serious relationship and getting married after. SERIOUSLY !? What the sack full of bullst ! He always prided himself in being a single, bachelor ! Hikaru growled in anger clearly not happy with situation, not only he doubted he could just go and pay for sex as a FU*NG DOG, but even get it in first place ! Oh well, maybe those hentai legends about girls liking besti... no no no. Don't move into the subject, too much. What surprised him is that once he released another bark, he felt like information moved back to him. It was like... Echolocation... Once clearly pissed, suddenly stopped and thought about it. Hikaru just proved that he wasn't exactly normal dog, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He repeated the bark and received new sort of information. Wind, Trees, Sounds of Crickets, Random Guy Throwing Axes On Nearby Trees... wait, what ! Hikaru wanted to move away and have nothing to do with some stranger, but he needed information. Of any kind. And in nearby vicinity there was no one else. So calm and yet so scary and spooky. Well, he could try the middle ground and walked to him. Sit in place, and barked 'Woof' three times to get his attention and whined after. Maybe he will help him out ? Labrador retriever dogs are pretty cool after all, huh ?</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>It's been a long time since I've played games like this. I honestly can't remember the last game I played. It was so many years ago, and I had grown out of video games. Hm…if I use my real name, then maybe she will find me, but then there were some enemies I made while I was alive. I think it's best that I use something original…but what?...A...Aidan…Dia..vol…Aidan Diavol…whatever that means. Aidan Diavol @Eklispe@Kejmur --- Quest List * Rats * Simon Times So I have no idea who any of you are… I just told you who I am, Aidan thought irritably. No surprise that the one self-proclaiming leadership was a dunce. The swordsman kept his thoughts to himself and remained silent through his spiel. …but I think we're all in the same boat here, but I think we should all stick together. And uh…The dog can go with whoever I guess. And let's all… There wasn't much room for actual conversation before the guy started walking off to do his own thing. Aidan looked back at the golden retriever, giving the dog a blank stare...okay. The three-eyed, blue-haired man had taken them to a fort of some sort that he called "Center Forest." Aidan glanced up at the blue sky—curious if it had actually been in the center of the woods. The tour was simple—simple because Center Forest didn't have much infrastructure. The swordsman scratched his head with the butt of his Shinai and mused, Well, the jobs board is…familiar at least. The old questing game. Walking over to the board, he started from the very top and his silver dollar orbs gradually motioned down the posters. Aidan passed his second sword into his other hand and reached up to tear the rat quest from the board. This one seems easy enough, he figured. He then continued reading before he grasped the second mission. Simon Times…I am eager to test out my skills. These bamboo swords should be sufficient. If I need anything else, then I'll improvise. Pocketing the posters, Aidan had started off to Matilda's house to go squash some rats for the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills I focus onto the forest and am now asleep on the forest's floor.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Rayo had not been in his new body for long and already he made a new "friend." He wasn't sure if he was good at reading at people back then, but he was able to read the beast-man's intentions. The luchador acknowledged the beast wanted a fight due to his mannerisms. The tightened fists and the severity of his gaze made it all clear that the beast was not a reasonable person, or had at least no thoughts toward consequences. Rayo patted himself on his chest. This was a reminder to himself that he wasn't a weakling anymore. He accomplished his dream of becoming a luchador and luchadors don't back down. Cracking his knuckles, he prepared himself for the worst. The staff the beast had in his possession made him slightly worried. A staff isn't necessarily an item an individual would take to a beach. "Let's not do anything irrational. I will-" Rayo stopped his banter when the blonde woman grabbed his arm. She was rushing the both of them toward the wooden path. Scratching his mask, Dragon Rayo could not make sense of what was going on. Could this be an effect of the drugs? The woman did seem worried about something. "Are you sick? I figure with these type of parties there should be a rehabilitation tent around here somewhere. Maybe there is one-" Rayo stopped talking. His attention was caught by a loud slam. The electronic dance music that normally invaded his eardrums had abruptly halted and was replaced by screams. Turning his head, he noticed a blonde woman had crashed into the DJ's table. This had caused a stampeded of people beginning to rush toward the wooden path. Rayo's ears twitched when he heard the beast man speak. "I'm going to go help. You stay safe,Senorita." Rayo told the woman. "Be careful with the..." The luchador then sighed. "Listen, feo. You're brave enough than me to throw the first punch, but know that I will be throwing the last one. Until another time." The luchador then began to sprint towards the stage. Beach: @Zamokra41 Once Dragon had climbed up the stage, he had noticed he was too late. The woman was dead; a huge gash was on her head and her body was in worse shape. The turntable threw sparks and skipped. The DJ was mumbling nonsense to himself that was irrelevant to the situation. As Dragon Rayo stood, he had a good view of the crowd and the beach. --- Emerging from the beach was a horde of decayed monsters They almost resembled humans, but had too many deformities to make a connection. Their skeleton interior was showing and they were covered in algae; they immediately attacked any living being in their line of sights. They appeared to have no control and acted solely on primitive rage. Clawing and biting, they were causing severe damage to the unprepared party-goers. Dwarves, elfs, humans, and beast-folk were having their flesh bit off and being thrown around like rag dolls. Crimson liquid was beginning to stain the sand. Just as the music stopped, it'd be expected there would be silence. The dance music was heavenly compared to the ghoulish screams of the water monsters and the agonized yells of the civilians. One particular being had arisen from the ocean, but was different from the decayed monsters. The being was more tamed and well-mannered. Resembling more like a fish than a person, he held a jagged staff in his right arm. His skin was bright with neon colors. There was a sense of trouble coming off of him. The fish appeared to be observing the carnage and the horde of decayed monsters were avoiding his presense. --- Jemma and Tarum would have trouble reaching the wooden path due to the stampede of party-goers and the water creature invasion. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal The book kept its glow as Damien turned the cover to view its content. Once the book was fully opened, the glow had turn to an immediate flash and had vanished. Inside the book was a collection of letters between Ezekiel and a possible companion. Throughout the letters is a discovery of new location regarding great findings and probable danger. Dear Ezekiel, I apologize for what had happened earlier. I had thought we were on the road to success. I know you have your family to think about; however, I have nothing to risk. This is why I'm out doing this stupid shit. I know your predicament and you know of mine; we need this! I won't stop and I hope you won't stop either. I know those bandits are not going to leave you alone...it is only a matter of time. I'll keep looking. Just have faith in me. I don't have anyone else-well, I don't know anyone else who would tag along. I need you to stay committed to this. -Samuel Ezekiel, I think I may have found an answer to our problems! I am being completely serious this time! I have not been more certain in all my life! We have finally found a solution to our problems! Please respond to this letter! I know I messed up last time, but this is different! You might be hesitant, but listen! There is a cave- a couple miles over the hills! It's not a far journey and I am well-informed about this cave! I've heard rumors about this cave inside Munitam and they all check out. I was told the cave could not be seen by human eyes- the entrance is blocked by an illusion! I spent a whole fucking day looking for this shit and I found it! The cave's entrance is disguised as a cliff's wall! The rumors about the illusion and the location are true! I'm telling you this cave is genuine! There is a catch...There is talk about treasure and great findings in this cavern, but also danger. I think this is a real deal, Ezekiel. I can't do it alone. If we do this, I can say goodbye to poverty and you can say goodbye to the bandits. Please respond to this letter. I'm tired of the silent treatment. -Samuel Ezekiel, I guess I deserve this much. I know you are still mad about last time. I don't blame you. The cave I mentioned earlier, if you read my last letter, I'm going to claim that treasure this week. I have prepared myself with the appropriate supplies and gathered any information I could gather from Munitam. I am not fully confident in my abilities, but I believe I can do this. I'll make it back and show you that dreams come true. Even though you're not coming with me, I'll still give you a share. I can't have you suffering from those bastard bandits. Maybe I'll find something of great power? You've helped me of too much to deny you of any treasure. I just have to state one thing. If I don't happen to make it back, just keep loving your family. I don't have anyone close to me, but you. You're the closest thing I had to a brother. Not sure why I'm getting sentimental- I guess since this is the first time I've went by myself? Eh, you've taught me not to get into trouble. Anyways, love ya, Zeke. I always wanted to go spelunking. -Samuel Damien has acquired a new spell point and information regarding a new quest! Samuel's Letters has been added in "Miscellaneous Information." --- The farmer looked up and he couldn't find the right words to describe what his eyes were seeing. "How does a metallic man make a metal chair so quickly," Ezekiel thought to himself. There was a hint of envy radiating from the farmer. Most of his furniture had taken some time to complete and was beginning to worn down; the metal man had made a chair in a matter of seconds. While chopping vegetables the farmer place his knife down and looked at the metal mage. "That gift you have is real something. Where were you when I was making furniture?" The farmer laughed at his own joke. Ezekiel collected all the cut vegetables and poured them into a bowl. The bowl was a mixture of cut carrots, sliced tomatoes, diced lettuce, and other edible elements. "Lucky for me, the chicken has already been cut before," he commented. Opening the fridge once more, he pulled out a bag of thin strips of chicken and added them to the salad. "And now it's a chicken salad," he slammed the bowl on the center of the table. From the cupboards, he placed smaller bowls, tongs, and utensils on the table. "Dig in, guys. Dine like it's your last meal!" Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The goblins were immediately spooked by the sudden roars. "What is that?" One of the goblins spoke up; its voice was high-pitched and could be heard by the talking dog. A certain goblin told his party to stay put; the sound did not seem threatening at all. As they waited, the roars were gaining volume. They disobeyed their friend's advice and proceeded to flee. "It's coming closer," one of them yelled. Three goblins bolted from their position and toward the direction of the trap that was set. One goblin was slower than the others and had trouble running along the two others. In a matter of seconds, two of the goblins and collapsed into the dug up hole. After a loud thud, they began moaning in pain. The goblin from before walked up to the hole with curiosity. "What the hell? You idiots! This is a set-up!" The slowpoke goblin scratched his noggin and was stricken with confusion. "This hole was made to trap us! Who could have done this? The roars don't even seem real!" The slowpoke goblin pointed a firm finger at Hiraku. "What about that dog? Dogs dig hole." The goblin that resembled mostly as the leader had taken a quick glance at the dog. His eyes stayed glued to the mutt; he was beginning to question the reason of the dog's presence. "I don't know. Just go skin it. I'll try to see if I can help the others," the leader goblin stated. He laid down on the floor and tried reaching a hand to the two others. The slower goblin pulled out a short dagger and began approaching the dog slowly. "Here, little doggie. Here." --- Upon entering the west district of Center Forest, Aidan could see a row of houses lined up. None of them were uniquely made as they all seemed to have been built to be uniformed. There were minor differences between the houses; one house had potted plants out in front and another had a garden. It was about the most someone could get from being creative with their homes. The homes themselves were small which says a lot for Center Forest. Aidan tried finding the quest giver and could see a middle-aged woman standing outside her house. She had a mean look about her. The woman was aggressively smoking a cigarette. --- Regina woke up next to a young man chopping wood in the forest.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.</s> <\|message\|>Hiraku. Hikaru - The Forest F****in hell, plan worked in a way, but he expected it to work better. Also it surprised Hikaru that one of them was smart enough to figure it out, weren't all goblins supposed to retarded ?! Although to be honest assuming something in a world where he had no idea how things worked wasn't exactly smart either. Heh... talking dog was clearly not happy and needed to do something else. Especially in a situation which started to get worse and worse with each second. But at least Hikaru removed some obstables so maybe he can do it in the end. Talking dog also hoped that he was fast enough to pull off the new plan. He should have speed advantage as dogs were clearly faster runners then humans (and he REALLY hoped it also worked the same way against goblins) so he sprinted towards the leader which tried to help others and push him in the hole or straight up bite his throat out (whichever worked, if he showed opening). If it worked, he would wait for other goblins to run in (and Hikaru couldn't imagine last one to not run into him in such case) and try to jump in last moment to let last one to drop in. If by any chance plan would fail, he would use Echolocation to find some wild animal(s) like Wolfs or a bear and let it finish the job in killing last goblins. Oh boy... Hikaru sighed, this world so far was truly annoying to deal with...</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Forest: @Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket The interior inside Grandma Ginny's house was very tight squeezed. It was obvious how many rooms resided in the house. By first inspection, the room walking in was the living room. It had a worn couch; its cushions were in bad shape as fluff was beginning to pour out. The rug looked stained and probably could tell the history of the room from ten years ago. The bookcase did not look sturdy and was covered in dust. A door led to an opened bedroom. On the bed was a mountain of clothes and an ironing board set up to the side. Not much else could be seen from the front door. Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen area. The area had an opened wall to enter and the living room was in the same shape. The tiles on the floor were coming off and the place smelled like burned cooking. Inside was a black cauldron sitting warmly on the stove. It bubbled rapidly. Grandma Ginny turned off the heat and began coughing roughly. "Who? What?" She turned around and smiled creepily at Orion. Her smile turned immediately to a unimpressed expression. "Huh, I was expecting more of a muscle-bound type of guy. I guess this is what I get from posting on the board. I can't be too picky." She cackled. Grandma Ginny looked frail and old. Her wrinkles on arms and face were clear as day. She had a long blouse on along with a jacket overneath. She had fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair stretched down to her shoulders. She had some color in her atleast. "Alright, so my soup tastes like shit," she said bluntly. She grabbed a ladel on her table and proceeded to dunk it inside the cauldron. "Don't believe me? Try it for yourself." She handed the ladel over to Orion. Grandma Ginny then fished her hand out of her pocket to take out a folded piece of paper. The paper seemed to have a peculiar glow to it that only Orion could see. "Here's a few items I need to get. You might want to do it before sundown," she warned. --- The man with the ax stopped hitting the trees. "I'm sorry; I can't." He then began striking down the bark again. "You didn't say please..." He commented. The man with the ax began laughing with every swing. He had to stop chopping wood to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But yeah, you should work on your mannerisms though." The man with the ax elbowed Regina in the shoulder in a joking manner. "There's a lot of you today, huh? Well, you just want to keep heading that way," he pointed north. "At the center of this forest is a village. Head there and you'll be good." He gripped both hands on his ax and prepared to swing at the tree again. "I would lead you there myself, but I really have to make my quota." The man with the ax was going to swing, but stopped mid-way. "Oh, and try getting there before dark, alright?" He chucked his ax immediately after and continued his work. --- The slower goblin was not able to catch the dog. It had completely slipped past him and was no match in speed. The leader goblin was too preoccupied with trying to get the others that he did not see the dog coming at him. He expected the dog was just an ordinary mutt and had no ulterior motives. The leader goblin fell straight through the hole from the push landing among the other trapped goblins. The slower goblin was enraged that his party was fooled by this dog. Aiming carefully, he chucked his dagger at the Hiraku. Pulling out another right after, he darted towards the dog and enabled a war cry. "You stupid dog!"</s> <\|message\|>Hephaestus Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made. He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one. Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Hills Character Concept: Perverted lesbian who flirts with all the girls and punches the guys that flirt with her. Gender: Female Background: As a human, I was strong, fast, smart. I trained myself to be able to solve any problem that came my way. I'd had many girlfriends but many of them left because of my secret. I was born gifted with great beauty and, as I grew through puberty, I became well endowed with my chest. I've never liked guys. Too many of them hurt my friends and I've been the only one to comfort them. When guys would flirt with me, I'd punch them in the face. It didn't take long for most guys to get the message and leave me alone. Level: 1 Class: Mental Threat (Threat/Psionicist) Race: Halfling Attribute: Focus Gift: Psionics is a gift that acts like a thaumaturgy. Through the power of her mind, Regina can see into people's minds, though only through physical contact and only their surface thoughts, lift object with her mind, though nothing bigger than an apple and with little control, and "sense" where every other mind is around her during combat. Equipment: Brown tunic, brown pants, brown boots, 1 dagger sheathed on left hip, pack of jerky.</s> <\|message\|>Egwene Al'vere Egwene scowled as the rock man took her shot and wasn't bothered by it. Potency, should have been something she checked, as well as the whole range and flamibility. And now, she was cock-blocked by some rock-gobbler and her fire went out. She found herself absently wishing for more tails, but that didn't really factor in right now, so she had to deal with the rock man charging at her. This, was the worst match up ever, since her claws wouldn't hurt him, and her fire would need to blow out his eye or something to bother him. So she did the best thing anyone could do in this situation, she fled. Heroes were the ones who stood and fought odds so against them that there was a really cool anology she couldn't think of right now. But they also died in droves, so Egwene decided to use her new found agility to run over to the metal man, and see if she could get her help. She could probably claw the shit out of the wizard dude, and then they could both deal with Rock Lobster together.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion was panting heavily, more from adrenaline than exertion, as he stared at the downed goblin. "Hehe..." Orion laughed weakly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "You're okay now doggy." Orion now turned to looking at the dagger that had fallen out of the goblin's pocket as he'd crashed to the ground. Goblin ears. He only needed two and there were two in front of him. BUT IT WAS SOOOO GROSSSS. Orion reluctantly crept closer to the fallen goblin, snatching the dagger up and looking warily at the goblin. It probably wasn't dead, he'd only punched it after all. But he didn't want to like, cut its throat. But the other quest said you needed to take care of the goblins. But surely it wouldn't be a bother if it found both its ears cut off. Yeah, there was no way it would come back after that, it'd be stupid to do so. Orion quickly grabbed a goblin ear and sheared it off in one quick movement, repeating the process within another moment. Having done that he ran back into town as fast as he could, knife in one hand, ears in the other. His next stop was Granny because there was no way he was carrying these ears around for any longer then he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Damien Cray As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back. As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.</s> <\|message\|>Regina Hills Regina entered the village, looking at everything. After wandering and taking in what there was to be seen, she entered a random shop. "Hey, can you help me with a map?" she asked, reaching to put her hand on the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Dragón Rayo Dragon Rayo Dragon could not make sense of this. He had no idea what world he arrived in. All he could see was gore and guts taint the beach's sand. One by one the party-goers were victimized by the decaying corpses. It was barbaric. The luchador couldn't think of anyway to solve the situation. He was never in a similar situation. The wrestler was nervous and was not certain what he could do to help. Sweat was starting to come off of his body. He tried wiping his face, but his fingers had touched the fabric on his mask. The shakiness in Rayo's legs had suddenly stopped. Rayo had looked at the carnage happening before him and then towards the ocean. And then towards the sky. There was peace to be found in the blue. It had calmed him down successfully. Rayo chose to be a luchador because he wanted to become a hero. He wanted to be a symbol that people could look toward for help. He knew he could not chicken out at the sign of trouble. The luchador was not sure of what his past life was like, but for some strange reason, he knew he did not have the strength to fight. Noticing his biceps, he knew he could be the hero people can depend on. Rayo glanced at the wooden path leading to the public area. The place was becoming crowded and quite dangerous. The luchador knew he needed to find a reasonable place to lead these civilians. Looking towards his left and right, he guessed the best option would be to run along the beach until he could find an opening. There was no indication of the corpses popping out anywhere else. Using his deep voice, he cried out. "Everyone run to the sides; along the beach! Find another exit!" Beach: @Zamokra41 Some of the partygoers nearby had heard the masked wrestler on the stage. They were hesistant, but some of them had listened to his words despite the chaos happening around him. About 2/5 of the crowd had taken the path along the beach heading left and right. There was no sure way of safety or exit, but it was better than doing anything. Farmhouse: @NarayanK@KabenSaal Castle sucked his teeth. He could not believe the bitch was deciding to run away; he raised his hand and pointed it towards the fox of fire. The bandit saw the direction the fox was heading towards. It seemed the fox was not running away, but was going to receive assistance from the metallic man. The leader of the bandits had no idea how well a man of rock would fare against a metal individual. The best option was to ensure the fox girl would be injured before she received safety. Castle had his hand raised and his rocky palm was beginning to open up. His palm began extracting shards of rock in haste. They shot out towards the fox girl like a bullet. Because Egwene had her back turned, one of the rock shards had planted itself in the back of her left shoulder. More of them were coming. Olivia the Amazon had her hands in her hip. She looked down at the demonic individual. Olivia had expected more of a fight, but she clearly believed she was the stronger one. The bandit woman was confident in her fighting capabilities and strength. "Give it up, little boy. I am clearly the stronger one." "Men have this stigma that they are stronger than women. When in reality, they are just scared little-" The woman stopped her speech when she had noticed the levitating pebbles. "How is that? I thought Castle was-" Her confusion had her lose her chance for evasion. The rocks arrived at a fast rate and all she could do was guard. The woman held her left arm to block her face. The rocks pounded against the flesh of her causing a sick burn. Her left arm dropped with heavy weight right after. She yelped and tried moving her arm, but the pain was too great. "You son of a bitch. All I'm going to need is my right arm to kill you!" The woman charged straightforward blinded by rage and readied to deliver a punch from her right arm. Forest: @Kejmur@Belwicket The merchant titled his head at Regina's request. He had a blue complexion and a red beard. He stroked his facial hair at the request and had no idea why the woman was asking for a map. "Umm, I don't have any maps available, hun." The merchant looked at his inventory; he glanced underneath the counter, the shelves on the walls, and the food stocked in the back. "I usually carry miscellaneous items, but I don't have a map." The merchant shrugged his shoulders. "There's not much demand for a map here. This is a small place and a map isn't really necessary here. Is there anything else you need?" --- Grandma Ginny was surprised to see the goblin ears. She snatched them from Orion. "Okay, kid. You don't seem to be useless after all. Just be sure to get me the other items on that list."</s> <\|message\|>Orion Stoneheart Orion Stoneheart Orion managed to resist the urge to vomit until he handed over the ears and made his way outside, hoping Granny hadn't heard. Fortunately he didn't have any much in his stomach so it was more dry heaving than anything else. With that taken care of Orion somewhat unsteadily headed towards the rat house. Luckily he still remembered the directions: Matilda, house is on the west side. God he hoped they weren't giant rats. They probably were. It was always giant rats. No one hired people to kill normal rats. Orion looked at the bloodstained blade he still held in his hand. Well. It was better than nothing. It would be great if that doggy from earlier had come with him, it would've been a great help against the rats. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this one bit.</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Hills "Just need to know where I am." she sighed. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Only reason I was able to find this place was because of the woodcutter." She turned to head for the door, looking over her shoulder with an idea. "Anyone around here need any jobs done?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Martin Role: SWAT Date of Birth: December 15th, 2002 Height: 5'0 Weight: 103 lbs Nationality: Cuban Appearance Background: Lily was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. Her parents were one of the wealthier families of the island, some rumors even claiming that they had ties to the government. Being an only child, Lily always had everything she wanted...except for the simple love and affection from her parents. When she was just 10 years old, business brought the family over to Neo Bay. Everything was fine for some time, even though learning the language was a bit of a challenge for her parents, but after a rough start, they finally found their flow. By this point, Lily barely even saw her parents, their absence extending to the weekends as well. On random day at school, a friend of Lily recommended she meet with him and his Master at an old abandoned gym, promising her he'd teach her stuff you could only see in movies. Thus, at the age of 13, she started training in Krav Maga. From that point on, she met with her friend Carl and of course, Reddick, the one person in the world who she swore took better care of her than her own parents did. He first taught her the basics, then when her skill was up to par with Carl's, the level of difficulty increased for them both. It took a bit of time for them to fully master Krav Maga, but then they went on to learn various other forms of close-quarter combat mixed with some lessons in free-running to shake things up. After some years, Lily and Carl graduated school. Unfortunately, the next evening, Reddick was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment grew in both Lily and Carl as they days passed and Reddick failed to show every single time. Carl and Lily's friendship slowly faded as well, and with nothing to do on her spare time, Lily turned to crime. She remained undetected for a while, but it was only a matter of time before a rookie mistake cost her her freedom. Upon finding out that their daughter wasn't the perfect little girl they had raised, Ada and Jorge kicked her out of their home. Lily never bothered returning, and instead, focused on how to pull off an even bigger heist while at the same time avoiding the authorities. Many years passed and Lily had only gotten better with her skills. During her mid 20s, she came across some individuals who were holding a tactical training seminar. They were part of some private security firm, and she used this to her advantage by pretending to be interested. She learned quite a bit from these guys, and they saw a very promising future for her so they even offered her extra training only made available to law enforcement. Once she completed her training with the firm, she up and quit without notice or warning and returned to her life of crime. Unfortunately, one dark and stormy evening, she broke into the wrong home. The man standing behind her threatened her to stand still or otherwise meet a terrible fate. Being a smart chick, she froze in place and listened to what he had to say. Of course, he never turned her in. Instead, he laid out some ground rules after he mentioned he was impressed with her personal abilities. When she asked to clarify, he explained to her how he'd been keeping an eye on her and simply wished to put her talent to better use. She knew his proposal was better than what she had to face if he were to place a quick call, so she agreed. From that point on, she was signed on as a member of C.O.P.S. and hasn't looked back ever since. Theme Song: "Supremacy" by Muse</s> <\|message\|>Valeriya Ilyushin Valeriya Ilyushin >Days ago... Another day in the shop. Another car to fix, though this one was quite flashy. Probably some big city head checking out this father and daughter mechanic shop that he heard of. Not that Valeriya cared at all. Was just another customer. Just so long as he didn't enter the actual shop and see the 'goods' that was her. There had been a few like that. But she only focused on doing the check-up that the customer had asked for. Though she did find it odd that it was only a check-up and nothing more. That's when she heard footsteps. The type you couldn't ignore. The type of footsteps that come from dress shoes. But kept her face buried in the car, she had a job to do afterall. "Come to check the 'goods'?" She asked in a very bitter fashion. "You flatter me, but no. I come with a proposition-" "Cutting straight to the marriage proposal?" she cut him off, again with a very bitter tone. "No again. Can I finish before you cut me off again?" Valeriya sighed, then nodded, not pulling her head away from the vehicle. "Alright then." The man cleared his throat. "You are Valeriya Ilyushin. Daughter of two immigrant parents, legal immigrants. You were born on Russian soil, and raised right here in Neo-Bay." Valeriya had frozen with what he had already said, but he kept talking. "For most of your early years, you had a pretty normal life as the daughter of a grease monkey. Even helping your father out in the shop. But shortly after your 16th birthday, your life was changed drastically. A boy attacked you, kidnapped you, and beat you near to death. To list a few things." Valeriya spun around quickly as he finished that sentence, a mix of shock and anger on her face "How do you know that about me?!" "Let me finish please. Continuing on. Police found you, many bruises and cuts. Left dozens of scars on your body, you've even got one on your forehead that you hide with your hair. After that event, you took some time to feel the psychological effects of his actions. Then you joined the Youth Army Cadets, the reasons you gave for joining were vague, but no one questioned it. You met Mack Yancy, conversed with him, one of the few that you conversed with while in the Cadets, never became friends, but were acquaintances. But only for a year, as he had graduated with honors. But you were a smart kid yourself, when you graduated, you got honors, and were valedictorian of your class." He paused. He was taking a draw of his cigarette. But she was quite shocked at how much he knew. After he finished exhaling, he continued to speak his knowledge of her. "After your graduation though, you did not follow Mack into the Police force. Nor did you follow your peers into private firms. You came back here for about a year, until you joined up with the professional racing circuits. Well, that was your most public movement. Underneath that, you drive in underground circuits to further enhance your skill. Along with driving for private firms. You left the racing league after two and a half years, but kept yourself in the underground, and as a freelance driver for the private firms." "What do you want then?" She asked in a less bitter tone. "I'd like you to join up with a small group of people I'm pulling together. With Mack Yancy as the team leader, though I will be the sort of 'top brass' of the group." He pulled a file out of his suit. "The name's Tim Taggart by the way, but do call me Tim. Here's a file with copies of everyone else involved, as I know you also like to read, so you'll have some new reading material for the next few hours. If you do decide to join up, there are instructions on where to go and when." She took the file and stared at it a bit confused before looking up to see him going through the door that connected the shop to the front desk. Valeriya took a few minutes to let it soak in before finishing her work so she could decide on what to do about this whole situation. >Present Dear god! Why was this place so damn far away?! Valeriya was sitting at a red light, looking at the address over and over again. "Well baby girl, lets show this city who owns the streets." She reached for the volume control for the stereo system and cranked it full. Then scrolled through a list of songs, and found a fitting song, and pressed play. All somehow timed well with a green light, and Valeriya floored it. The engine roared with hate. The rear wheels desperately working for traction as thick clouds of white smoke poured from them, along with a loud screeching. She knew she wouldn't have time for going slow. She'd be way too late, and the 'speed limits' were a joke anyway. As she drove, she blazed passed those that were going much slower, and the street lights whizzed by, causing colored pulses on the exterior of her car. Valeryia pushed well into triple digits on the speedometer, pulling high octane drifts around turns, and blazing through stop lights. Weaving through traffic, and squeezing her way through those stopping for red lights. She was the definition of a demon. Along her path of demonic speeding she found herself rapidly approaching the location, along with a new song playing. "Work with momma on this one." She spoke to the car as she slammed the brakes, causing a very audible screeching from the tires along with smoke spewing from them due to the friction. Though due to her speeds, she slid past the location. So she threw the car into a drift, and slammed on the gas pedal to turn that momentum around. The car's engine was just as quiet as the tires are, in that they were as loud as they could possibly be. Anyone who was sleeping was no doubt abruptly awoken. Once she got the car going in the opposite direction, she drove back to the location, then pulled an unnecessary drift to put the car onto the correct side of the street to park, accompanied by a unneeded engine rev, letting the whole area know how angry her car was. Valeryia sat inside her car for a few seconds before turning it off and stepping out. She entered the building, found the apartment number and knocked. Once Craig answered, she just pushed past. The smell didn't bother her. She'd inhaled worse. Same with the sights. Her work station at the shop wasn't the cleanest, and yet she worked better than most mechanics in a clean shop. Her face and clothes were fresh with the marks and smells of working on engines. So if anything, she just added to the mixture of smells. Valeryia spotted Mack, but that was the only familiar face.</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "I thought you went off the record after that most recent gang bust. I would have thought you were in danger with the underbosses looking for revenge....Tim got you involved in this, what does he want with us two?" Collin pushed the brim of his ballcap up a bit with one index finger, revealing more of his face. His green eyes fell on Yancy, and he gave a wry smile at the man's slightly stuttering speech. By the sound, and smell, of him Yancy was either still drunk or just recently sobering up. Collin checked his watch, seeing it as just a bit before midnight. Yea, that sounds about right. Taggart had probably picked him up in the middle of another bender. Being Friday that usually meant lots of teary war stories. Hence why Collin avoided the Red Raven on Fridays. As Mack continued to look around the room with a look of shock and disorientation Collin spoke up, for only the second time since entering the room. Blowing out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils he addressed the distressed ex-cop. "I did go underground, and thought that I did a good job of it too. It's been about 4 years, and yet still somehow that Taggart found me. I don't like it, but the offer he gave was a little too good to just pass up without a second glace," he finished, pulling on the cigarette again and noticing the ember was just about to the filter. He stubbed the butt out and watched as another person entered. That would make seven, and the small female that looked uncomfortable and shy could be none other than Miss Valeriya Ilyushin. Her file, like most of the others, was lacking in their background, but he knew that she was the driver of this group. She had a string of racing awards under her belt, as well as plenty of time under the hood of a car. His appraisal of the new arrival was interrupted by Hobbes pulling a gigantic trunk into the living space. When the huge box was opened, even Collins stoic demeanor cracked as he gave a low whistle. Hobbes and Taggart had somehow smuggled what equated to a small arsenal inside the box. It was stuffed with weapons of all different types, and Hobbes hefted a long rifle towards Packard. The weapon looked mean and military grade, though Collin had absolutely no idea what it was. It didn't look like anything he had seen on the streets before, let alone anything he had seen any of the various PMC forces carrying in Neo-Bay. His question was answered when Hobbes mentioned that the custom rifle had been stolen from the Japanese, meaning that it was likely a secret prototype the Japs had been developing. He took another sip of the whiskey, but set it down behind him in order to keep his body between the alcohol and Yancy. The guy didn't look like he needed anything else to drink any time soon.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Martin The glass was empty by this point, and Lily contemplated getting another drink of whisky. Just as she started to weigh the pros and cons of being even more intoxicated around all these strangers, in walked Craig dragging a container that was surely heavier than he was. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his struggle, although her smile didn't last long once she made out what was in the box. A little lump formed in her throat at the realization that things were becoming very real, rather fast. Her mind now cluttered with too many thoughts, Lily didn't notice someone approaching her until they were right behind her. Craig again...that sneaky bastard. He spoke to her in a hushed tone, and she got a racing pulse once some of his words registered. "...you are acting commander of this squad..." She muttered some nonsense reply when he was done talking, even though his words stayed with her. She watched him walk away as if this little announcement wasn't going to have an impact on everyone in the room. Lucky for her, she realized that it wasn't her decision to let the others know, so she kept her mouth shut and just stared in Mack's general direction. You better sober up quick, she thought, because all this responsibility that was just dumped on me could end tragically for us all.</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Martin Role: SWAT Date of Birth: December 15th, 2002 Height: 5'0 Weight: 103 lbs Nationality: Cuban Appearance Background: Lily was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. Her parents were one of the wealthier families of the island, some rumors even claiming that they had ties to the government. Being an only child, Lily always had everything she wanted...except for the simple love and affection from her parents. When she was just 10 years old, business brought the family over to Neo Bay. Everything was fine for some time, even though learning the language was a bit of a challenge for her parents, but after a rough start, they finally found their flow. By this point, Lily barely even saw her parents, their absence extending to the weekends as well. On random day at school, a friend of Lily recommended she meet with him and his Master at an old abandoned gym, promising her he'd teach her stuff you could only see in movies. Thus, at the age of 13, she started training in Krav Maga. From that point on, she met with her friend Carl and of course, Reddick, the one person in the world who she swore took better care of her than her own parents did. He first taught her the basics, then when her skill was up to par with Carl's, the level of difficulty increased for them both. It took a bit of time for them to fully master Krav Maga, but then they went on to learn various other forms of close-quarter combat mixed with some lessons in free-running to shake things up. After some years, Lily and Carl graduated school. Unfortunately, the next evening, Reddick was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment grew in both Lily and Carl as they days passed and Reddick failed to show every single time. Carl and Lily's friendship slowly faded as well, and with nothing to do on her spare time, Lily turned to crime. She remained undetected for a while, but it was only a matter of time before a rookie mistake cost her her freedom. Upon finding out that their daughter wasn't the perfect little girl they had raised, Ada and Jorge kicked her out of their home. Lily never bothered returning, and instead, focused on how to pull off an even bigger heist while at the same time avoiding the authorities. Many years passed and Lily had only gotten better with her skills. During her mid 20s, she came across some individuals who were holding a tactical training seminar. They were part of some private security firm, and she used this to her advantage by pretending to be interested. She learned quite a bit from these guys, and they saw a very promising future for her so they even offered her extra training only made available to law enforcement. Once she completed her training with the firm, she up and quit without notice or warning and returned to her life of crime. Unfortunately, one dark and stormy evening, she broke into the wrong home. The man standing behind her threatened her to stand still or otherwise meet a terrible fate. Being a smart chick, she froze in place and listened to what he had to say. Of course, he never turned her in. Instead, he laid out some ground rules after he mentioned he was impressed with her personal abilities. When she asked to clarify, he explained to her how he'd been keeping an eye on her and simply wished to put her talent to better use. She knew his proposal was better than what she had to face if he were to place a quick call, so she agreed. From that point on, she was signed on as a member of C.O.P.S. and hasn't looked back ever since. Theme Song: "Supremacy" by Muse</s> <\|message\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard As the other hires had quite contented themselves either watching the political garbage the common man called 'news' or helping themselves to Taggart's mini bar, the three individuals Craig had mentioned began to trickle through the door. Two middle-aged men the likes of Jay himself, and then a snappy-looking young lady that looked like she'd just been plucked from under a car. Jamie remained silent, much to the mockery of Kennedy, as he remained within he own thoughts. Jay only truly came back to the present when their supposed leader, a Mr. Michael Yancy, entered the room. Immediately, Jamie began to dash his expectations for this ragtag little squad- Mack bore every visual sign of a drunkard fresh from the saloon. He struggled to stay upright, dark bags under his squinting eyes (blue on black, oddly enough) and the hints of stubble around his lower face indicated he hadn't shaved properly. Either Taggart had surprisingly low expectations for candidates of leader roles, or Mack wasn't ready for this. More likely the latter, however, given how painstakingly all these skilled individuals had been gathered here at this very time. But, then, there did appear to be a certain logic to who had been picked, seeing as how Yancy actually recognized some of the faces among the seven. A couple of brisk reunions were shared, all that stuff. Jamie feigned non-interest, a simple act considering he'd never met any of these people before. However, the certain circumstances surrounding the relations of the people here made the marksman keep an ear on the conversation. It was obvious the outsiders like himself here were just experts offering their talents, but the former police agents all had some history, forced into hiding and begging to be reunited with this new combat operations unit. How convenient. Everyone snapped to attention as Craig Hobbes stepped up to center stage again, dragging a lock box almost as large as himself all with one skinny arm. Slapping open the latch, the box fell open to reveal what had to be an entire armory's worth of firearms, all loaded up. Damn if that didn't get everyone's attention, even the ever-stoic sniper. "Wow," Jamie commented in pleasant surprise, breaking his silence. Unlike the Chinese man he was sharing a couch with, the sniper stood up to glance at the stash of weapons from a different angle. As he did, though, Craig quickly held up an index finger to Jay, signaling to give him a moment as he retreated into the kitchen... Not a few moments later, Taggart's partner returned with something completely different, for Packard himself, apparently. The stockpile of traditional ballistics was all well and good, tried and true, but the rifle Craig was now hoisting under his arm seemed to come fresh from the future. Taking the thing into his arms, Jay's mouth couldn't help but slack open. The rifle was large, bulky, and weighty- not unmanageable, but still plenty to put any other conventional sniper rifle system to shame. The sheen and trim that shaped the frame of the gun showed a lot of care and money went into making this weapon look as flawless as could be afforded. As Jay wordlessly tested the heft and design of the advanced weapon, Craig took care to answer the marksman's unspoken questions. The rifle was a custom build, created from schematics stolen from the Japanese; the Longshot Rifle "Shogun". That little tidbit about the design being stolen perked Jay right back up again. "Stolen?" Jay parroted, somewhat blankly, before redoubling his words with a tad more exasperation. "Who did he steal it from? And more importantly-" the sniper removed the large box magazine, inspecting the dozen or so huge cartridges within, "-what the hell were they planning to do with it? With something this size, you could take down a whole building." It certainly didn't take a gun nut to figure that the 'Shogun' was built big enough to bust a fat hole in concrete, tank armor, and soldiers alike. The question, then, is why were the Japanese trying to manufacture something like this. No, not Japan in general- more likely a private Japanese firm, Jay thought, Mack's recent words popping into his mind. The gears in his brain began to turn. Taggart gathering a whole arsenal of weapons, a handful of professional fighters, and even advanced custom gear like this rifle... There had to be something else behind this, and it was itching Jay's mind harder than ever now. Alone in his musings, still holding the rifle, he looked back across the room, past his new teammates and out the window, into the salient night... --- - All Hell Breaks Loose - --- Within a single moment, the entire house was sent into chaos. Jay tried to move, but the bullet traveled faster than any man could hope to catch up with, entering Craig's chest with little resistance. Glass shattered, the table buckled under the falling body, and Mack screamed uncharacteristically. Synthetics, Taggart's partner hacked out in his fleeting breaths. From the support beam he had taken cover behind, Jay cursed the tides of fate. "Knew it," he muttered once, then again louder, "I fucking knew it!" Everything happened so quickly. Mack desperately begged Craig for words, and he spat them out. The Chinese man heeded the instructions about the failsafe in the boiler room, and scrambled for the vents. The temporary squad captain began to bark out orders as one of the men headed upstairs in a panic. She pointed at Jay and the worn street-sweeper, ordering them both to take up arms at the roof and pick off their assailants. The sniper spared a single glance at the other man, sneered, and called back to the lady, "What, you think I need help?" With a certain cool bravado about him, Packard slipped out from behind the column and between cover. Leaving the Shogun at rest behind the couch, he ducked over and pilfered an EBR from the pile of weapons Craig had dispensed earlier. As Kennedy came barreling back into the room with a door-sized riot shield and a fresh scar of battle, Jay took his place and dashed out, eager to escape the line of fire. He scrambled up the stairs to the next floor, and up further then, to the attic space Craig had mentioned. Bashing open the door, Packard crawled along the dusty flooring, past the piles of assorted crap, and up to the edge of the skylight. This experience was one that the marksman hadn't been through in years, his time in urban warfare having spoiled him to being in a true, heated conflict. Placing the stock to his shoulder and his eye to the scope, he zeroed in on the first of eight targets he could count - which meant the rest were surrounding the complex or preparing to breach. He quietly hoped his other operatives were as good as Taggart advertised, or he might actually be in serious trouble. Jay's eagle eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light, and he aligned the crosshairs of the EBR to his first victim of the night. Humans, androids, they all fell the same to a solid bullet through the head. Compensating for the soldier's next movement, he squeezed the trigger, a cacophony of ballistic power and shattering glass accompanying the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Krauss Helfer For every operation, Krauss likes to put himself in a certain frame of mind. He's seen enough that often he will relate the current situation to one of his past operations, so that he better predict the enemy and know what to expect. Now for this particular job, Krauss hadn't really decided what it could be like to his past operations. Operation Hauptmann was so far the closest candidate, but as he sighed, crouching and once again wiped the blood of a good man off his face, bullets shredding the room, he knew what this was like. "Fucking Warsaw all over again." he muttered, taking cover on the floor. Before Mr. Hobbes had been hit, he had mentioned Krauss's equipment upstairs. He was about to make a run for it, as he wanted to start suppressing those drones out their A-sap, but he was stopped before he could make the trip. "You, come with me. We're gonna go out into the hallway and take out any sons of bitches who try to come in." Scheiße! His beloved Kerbos Panzer Armor was going to have to wait. Grabbing the PKM he had been just previously admiring, he made his way towards the acting squad leader, also quickly grabbing a few belts of ammo, as they made their way towards the door. Krauss immediately positioned his weapon on a side table in the hallway facing the front door. The door which was already about to be broken down. "Miss Polizistin, I didn't think the enemy would be so desperate to test this team's skills. Shall I answer in kind?" Krauss said, focusing on the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Martin It was obvious the bots were out in the hall as from the sounds of it, they didn't care too much for stealth. Lily could have sworn she saw some of their projectiles making dents in the door, and she reacted by knocking a table down to the ground and positioning it so that it acted as a barrier between her and the killer bots whenever they happened to force their way inside. "Do what you must," she replied. Looking down at the rifle, she made herself comfortable in the prone position and let out a slow breath as she looked down the sight of the weapon and aligned it to the center of the door. With whatever delicacy she could manage, she placed her left pointer finger on the trigger, but she didn't dare pull, not just yet. Past training had taught her to never forcibly pull the trigger. In fact, every properly-trained person should know that all it takes is one gentle pull and the weapon will do the rest. This leads to better accuracy, and it could mean the difference between life or death in a firefight. "Any second now..."</s>
<\|description\|>Collin McCreary Role: Street Sweeper D.O.B. December 2nd, 2003 (age 27) Height: 6'1" Weight: 200 lbs Nationality: Irish American Appearance: Large, muscular, and intimidating, Collin McCreary has dirty blonde hair, and pale icy blue eyes. His face is generally unshaven, and he bears a gruff, mean look on his face on the usual meeting. His body is riddled with small scars from knife-fights, gunshot wounds, and burns, as well as tattoos that completely cover both arms, and across his chest and upper back. He general wears well-worn jeans, a t shirt, a battered leather jacket and a baseball cap. He never goes anywhere without some sort of weapon, and almost always at least carries his twin revolvers under his jacket in their shoulder holsters. Heavily addicted to tobacco, Collin is a lifelong smoker, and has a pretty cynical attitude towards most things in life. Background: Collin grew up in downtown Boston, to an abusive drunk of a father and a strung out drug addicted mother. His father lost his job shortly after Collin was born during the rise of martial law, and tended to take out his frustrations on both Collin and his mother whenever he came home stinking drunk from the seedy bars and clubs that he usually frequented. In order to get money, his father did a lot of dealings with the various criminal groups that started popping up during the Anarchist movements. This led to family to becoming increasingly in debt to less than savory characters. In order to repay this debt, the gangs started using Collin to make money. It started off small: petty theft, vandalism, small drug dealings. The older Collin got, the more they realized his potential, as the boy quickly started growing into a very large and intimidating character. His involvement in the criminal underground grew to extortion's, muggings, carjacking's, and other more violent forms of crime. Collin, even in his teenage years, could tell where this life was leading. He had never wanted to be a part of the gang, but he knew that in order to keep his mother from being killed or possibly even worse, he had to cooperate due to his father's debts. He grew to not only hate his father, but to hate the criminals that drove him to cause pain and anguish to others in their name. Eventually, he had a way out, though it wasn't one that he wished for. His mother passed when he was 17, from a heavy drug overdose. His father, too drunk to even attend the funeral, barely even noticed Collin leaving the house. With his mother gone, the only thing keeping Collin tied to that crappy neighborhood was gone, and so he left his father to deal with the mess he had created by himself. Collin, fueled by a need to try and do something worthwhile after all the damage he had done, applied at the Boston Police Academy. Despite being a high school dropout, the Academy desperately needed more officers and allowed him to apply and accepted him on the condition that he earn his GED within the first year of his admittance. Collin, now given a new purpose, worked hard to pass his classes, and while he always drifted near the bottom of the class he still was able to graduate and become a Boston Police Officer. Or at least…he would have been. Collin never officially graduated from the Academy. Officially, Collin was expelled just before graduation for being involved in a brawl that put three students in the hospital. Officially, Collin was never allowed to return to the police force. What absolutely DID NOT happen, was that Collin's supervisors at school had looked into his background, and had discovered his past connections with various gangs in Boston. They most certainly DID NOT ask Collin to get in a fight to get himself expelled. And they DID NOT secretly put the newly NON-graduated officer into a special undercover operations program within the Boston Police Department. Collin, as an undercover agent, went back into the seedy underbelly of Boston that he had crawled from. He spent a year working in Boston, where he earned a reputation for brutality in his dealings with criminals and the very un-sanctioned use of violence and intimidation for gathering evidence and information. To him, the ends always justified the means to take someone down, and he didn't particularly care who got in the way. This attitude left him to being transferred to Neo-Bay, a city with a hard reputation and a need for hard cops like Collin McCreary. He worked in the undercover department of the Neo-Bay PD for 2 years before the department folded. It was there that he ran into Mack Yancy. He was working undercover in the employment of a fairly high-profile Gang leader, who was smuggling drugs in and out of the city. Yancy led the tactical team to take the guy out, while McCreary had been on the inside feeding the team the information they needed to plan their assault. Though the department is out, Collin keeps in touch with Mack from time to time, stopping by the Red Raven for a beer or two and to swap old war stories. Theme Song 1 Theme Song 2</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin Lily immediately noticed the blue-eyed foreigner who decided to break the silence as soon as he stepped into the room. By his accent, she figured he was somewhere from western Europe, but she couldn't pinpoint the specific location at the moment. "You're just in time for the event of the year." She took another sip of her drink even though her fingertips were starting to tingle. She sometimes hated being a lightweight, but not tonight. The fact that tonight she had to meet a group of people made her somewhat nervous, especially since she was so used to being alone. Not too long after blue eyes comes in, another person with similar features shows up. He wasn't as friendly as the first guy. In fact, he looked like he was going to kill someone any minute now. "Would you like a drink?" She directed the question at the grump who had just taken a seat on the other side of the counter across from where she was standing. Lily found it amusing the fact that he still towered over her even though he was the one sitting down. Oh well, can't do much about genetic shortcomings. She smirked at her own mental joke.</s> <\|message\|>Gregory Scott Kennedy [Ranked - Sergeant] --- Greg Kennedy --- Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these comrades happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation. "Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country." He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more. He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a familiar face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter. "Would you like a drink?" He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not. "Nah...Brought my own." Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone. "Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past." As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.</s>	<\|message\|>Collin McCreary "Would you like a drink?" Collin glanced sideways at the question. Lily Martin stood near him, her small hands holding a glass filled with the unmistakably brown liquid of whiskey. Or rum maybe, Collin wasn't sure what kind of drinker Taggart was. At her question he wordlessly reached over, and grabbed the bottle from where it was sitting next to her. Disregarding the glasses that were strewn about the counter, he held his cigarette between his index and middle finger of his right hand and brought the neck to his lips. The liquid burned as it passed his throat, warming its way down to his stomach were it settled and gave off a steady heat. Yep, definitely whiskey. He swallowed another swig and set the bottle next to him, taking another pull on his cigarette before ashing in the tray. He blew the smoke out slowly, letting it curl around his face and the brim of his hat as he listened to Kennedy speak. The man briefly mentioned his past, and Collin kept his face impassive as he listened. You can learn a lot about people by just sitting there watching and listening. He could tell Kennedy was trying to be sociable, as well as Miss Martin, but he frankly didn't care too much about anyone's backstory. He knew enough from their files anyway. Lily Martin, Cuban, 5 feet tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet. She had martial arts training, though the file had been pretty vague concerning her actual work experience. While he was curious to the reason she was here amongst the likes of himself and Kennedy, who both had long histories of police or military work behind them, he knew from reading the other members that there was some reason Taggart had selected her. As with all of them. He glanced her way again, pulling on his cigarette and letting the ember glow hot and bright against his face. "Thanks," he said in a rough voice, the Bostonian twang still evident even after years of living south of the city. He turned back to the bottle, taking another drink and listening to Hobbes making small talk with some of the other guests.</s>
<\|description\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard Role: The Sharpshooter D.O.B.: May 17, 1999 Height: 5'11" Weight: 189 lbs. Nationality: Finnish Appearance: Background: Jamie Packard hasn't exactly had the best of luck in his childhood. When the turn of the millennium saw the Anarchist movement erupt, his family found themselves caught in the heat, what with Nora Packard being a small-time cop in Imatra. Unprepared to fight such a major outbreak, and yet unwilling to turn away from her duty, Nora fought her best and was ultimately beaten down and publicly executed alongside ten other members of her brigade. This was just before little Jamie was even five years old yet, barely even able to grasp the idea of what was happening in the world and why her mother was so suddenly gone. As the time of the 'Revolution' began to rear its ugly head, Jamie's father Gustrav found himself being drafted into the military. Fearing the worst after seeing his wife die, Gustrav had his son sent to live with his uncle in Switzerland, where Jay could hopefully live and grow up in safety. Though the boy did end up quite safe, Jamie's uncle couldn't help but concern over his brother, unwittingly exposing Jamie to the many evils and violence of the modern freedom movement. Come age 8, and the poor child had an equally poor outlook on life ahead. Even as some semblance of order would return, the machinations of the world remained changed. Taxes were long exhausted, stock fluctuated wildly, private defense and major corporations boomed and dominated. Even after the war was over, Gustrav gave no signs of returning. Jamie's uncle went into depression, the remainders of his money spent drowning himself in cheap alcohol. Jamie couldn't help but be lost and alone, unable to yet act for himself and yet unsure of what he could even do. At age 12, Jamie Packard was taken into government custody after a court ruling decided his uncle was unfit to remain a legal guardian for him. Any extensive care plans that would've taken the child in were long gone now; the only place willing to put forth the effort of taking him in happened to be one of the seedier private military corporations. They would teach him that the most common, the most well-paying, the only business worth pursuing at all in this new world had to be security detail. As much as Jamie would reject and resent their teachings and training to turn him into another of their corrupt soldiers, he simply had no other option lef to him as an individual, and could only force himself to accept that. In 2012, one year later, the private industry housing Jamie is compromised after the Anarchist movement exposes their criminal practices and undermines several of their operations. Unfit to continue, the company attempts a merger with a more localized security firm in order to regain a foothold, only to be subsequently absorbed. By this stroke of luck, Jamie is able to come in contact with his father, who had quietly transitioned into work as a security agent without sharing the news with his family. This certain revelation leads to Jay attempting to formally disown Gustrav as his father, utterly disgusted over the man's apparent selfishness- alongside the fact that he seemed to be fooled into the same mindset that private security was the best job to pursue. Fast-forward several decades, filled with strife, training, controversy, and war. Jay Packard, age 32, is now one of the top marksmen in his branch of the agency - but only begrudgingly so. He works as a skilled assassin and watchman, skilled enough to take on the more dangerous and expensive of operation with little strife and cost. Jay's aim in his field is the money, not to fight for any particular side. For as swiftly as he works, he too is silently dissatisfied with the politics of the world and quietly longing for the power to change that. In early August, Jamie was extended an offer to join the Combat Operative Private Service program, and help take Neo-Bay City back from the rings of corruption and violence that now governed it. Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=UHLKJYQ3Q_I</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin Lily immediately noticed the blue-eyed foreigner who decided to break the silence as soon as he stepped into the room. By his accent, she figured he was somewhere from western Europe, but she couldn't pinpoint the specific location at the moment. "You're just in time for the event of the year." She took another sip of her drink even though her fingertips were starting to tingle. She sometimes hated being a lightweight, but not tonight. The fact that tonight she had to meet a group of people made her somewhat nervous, especially since she was so used to being alone. Not too long after blue eyes comes in, another person with similar features shows up. He wasn't as friendly as the first guy. In fact, he looked like he was going to kill someone any minute now. "Would you like a drink?" She directed the question at the grump who had just taken a seat on the other side of the counter across from where she was standing. Lily found it amusing the fact that he still towered over her even though he was the one sitting down. Oh well, can't do much about genetic shortcomings. She smirked at her own mental joke.</s> <\|message\|>Gregory Scott Kennedy [Ranked - Sergeant] --- Greg Kennedy --- Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these comrades happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation. "Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country." He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more. He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a familiar face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter. "Would you like a drink?" He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not. "Nah...Brought my own." Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone. "Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past." As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "Would you like a drink?" Collin glanced sideways at the question. Lily Martin stood near him, her small hands holding a glass filled with the unmistakably brown liquid of whiskey. Or rum maybe, Collin wasn't sure what kind of drinker Taggart was. At her question he wordlessly reached over, and grabbed the bottle from where it was sitting next to her. Disregarding the glasses that were strewn about the counter, he held his cigarette between his index and middle finger of his right hand and brought the neck to his lips. The liquid burned as it passed his throat, warming its way down to his stomach were it settled and gave off a steady heat. Yep, definitely whiskey. He swallowed another swig and set the bottle next to him, taking another pull on his cigarette before ashing in the tray. He blew the smoke out slowly, letting it curl around his face and the brim of his hat as he listened to Kennedy speak. The man briefly mentioned his past, and Collin kept his face impassive as he listened. You can learn a lot about people by just sitting there watching and listening. He could tell Kennedy was trying to be sociable, as well as Miss Martin, but he frankly didn't care too much about anyone's backstory. He knew enough from their files anyway. Lily Martin, Cuban, 5 feet tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet. She had martial arts training, though the file had been pretty vague concerning her actual work experience. While he was curious to the reason she was here amongst the likes of himself and Kennedy, who both had long histories of police or military work behind them, he knew from reading the other members that there was some reason Taggart had selected her. As with all of them. He glanced her way again, pulling on his cigarette and letting the ember glow hot and bright against his face. "Thanks," he said in a rough voice, the Bostonian twang still evident even after years of living south of the city. He turned back to the bottle, taking another drink and listening to Hobbes making small talk with some of the other guests.</s>	<\|message\|>Jamie "Jay" Packard Jamie wasn't particularly enthused, so far. For the past few years, "Jay" Packard had operated as a freelance agent of sorts - taking jobs at his personal discretion and generally working under the salary from that alone. Before that, he'd been a dedicated agent for DynaCorp, one of the leading "private security" operators in the North American region, for upwards of a dozen years. The company had a certain infamy about it, recognized only by those well-ingrained in the political world, in its habit of locking down and absorbing smaller business outfits. Part of this was to expand their range of influence, the other part served to intake supplies and workers with promise of better pay and treatment. For the most part it worked, legal and ethical concerns be damned; the puppet government didn't have enough power in their hands to refuse DynaCorp's questionable practices, and the other corporations that did were either paid for their silence or sent a 'message' to ensure they didn't speak up. When he wasn't assassinating crime lords or covering drug-busting operations, Jay would occasionally find himself the 'courtier' for those certain latter instances. While DynaCorp did pay a handsome royalty to ensure the 'delivery' went as perfectly as it could, it didn't make the experiences any more desirable. Killing rabid junkies and lawless insurgents was easy and didn't need much induction - "These guys are plotting to overthrow the security of this sector, go put a stop to them," - political intrigue, meanwhile, proved much more difficult to swallow. Fortunately, servicing a company for over a decade with excellent skill in your field allowed one to be less of a beggar and more of a chooser, so to speak. Gradually, Jamie formulated a certain business plan for his own devices, and began to phase away from DynaCorp in the span of a couple years. The process wasn't so much taking matters into his own hands, but rather working as an independent agent, doing the same terror-killing missions without the concerns of inter-company power struggles. Of course, it was only a matter of time before DynaCorp themselves caught on, and at that point Jamie would be ready to defend his stake if it came to it. Rather than challenge him, however, the security agency recognized his intent and granted him that very political freedom- under several firm conditions, granted, but all the same in any case. Until recently, Jay had been somewhat enjoying this free reign to take down the many different anarchist rings at his own order for a year or so. With no company requirements or political killings to keep quota, life became relatively more simple- as much at it could get, of course, for someone who effectively served as a hitman. It was at this point that he came in contact with Councilman Tim Taggart. The man who recited all of this knowledge and more to Jamie, making quite clear his former governmental influence. Time presented the meeting as an opportunity for a soldier like Jay to make a real difference in the world again while doing the same job he'd just been doing. Jay himself interpreted as a threat to his well-being, a ransom to join this newly-founded anti-crime organization or have the secrets he was holding divulged. Who would the info go to? He couldn't know for sure; yet, Jamie was quite certain that there was more than one person (or company of persons) that would want the man dead if this knowledge was divulged to them. There was no cause driven greater than petty revenge, after all. So here Jay sat now, lounging on the couch of some messy flat of the former young police captain who was supposed to be fielding this crew. And what a crew it was- back in the day, the racial diversity of this team might have been rather praised (or just as equally hated). He was supposed to get along with this motley band of individuals? Well, it couldn't be the worst challenge of life. Just looking at this meeting place told volumes about what C.O.P.S. had to work with compared to what the program meant to do. It put the whole thing in a slightly more understandable light for Jay, so that he didn't feel exactly like he was being dragged into this against his will. Still, Jay couldn't shake off a certain feeling. Like a shirt with an itchy tag, the uncomfortable thought nagged at him. The idea that Taggart had approached him knowing everything there was to know about him didn't quite sit right in the brain. If the councilman knew all that himself, how many other people had Jay's life story recorded and up for grabs. Was this a ransom, or some secret chance for redemption? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, the saying went. As Jamie chugged half a glass of water, he tried to resolve not to think too hard about whatever implications were at stake. This was just a less-than-fancy attempt to change the face of a city, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Krauss Helfer Role: Detonator Date of Birth: January 6th, 1996 Height: 6'1 Weight: 190lbs Nationality: German Appearance: He has greyish blond hair with a rough beard. Numerous small scars dot his face, with a massive burn scar across his back. Wears the famous "Kerbos Panzer Armour" of the Wolf Brigade Civil Protection Division. This heavy armor can withstand small arms fire, explosions, and incendiary weaponry (i.e. Molotovs and such). It comes equipped with a light exoskeleton for strength boosts and bone protection, night vision, thermal vision, and a large semi-armored backpack. This backpack is specific to the armor, with a specialized machine gun ammo feeding system and explosive storage. The armor is definitely designed with the "breacher type role. Aimed at blowing a whole in a wall then brutally machine gunning down all criminals with that terrifying slightly modernized MG42 machine gun. Though the suit has its drawbacks. The narrow vision decreases the user's situational awareness. It is often described as "wearing a diving suit" as the user feels lighter, but more confined. The night vision is also a huge drawback, as it is somewhat primitive. A Kerbos Panzer can be easily caught off guard if a sudden burst of bright light hits him while in the dark, frying his goggles. Also the bulkiness of the armor makes it somewhat difficult to deal with in tight spaces. The backpack can be removed, however, for a more favorable CQC set up. Background: Krauss was borne in the former city of Munich, Germany in 1996. His father was an engineer who has been helping with redesigning factories to be more efficient while his mother was, oddly enough, a professional hunter and active conservationist. His parents were, needless to say, an odd pair indeed and had a great impact on Krauss's outlook. He grew up learning about the construction of various mass production machines to how to steady a rifle after a jog. His father was a staunch industrial list/capitalist, always saying that market must always remain free of pesky government oversight, trying to teach Kruass the value of economics, efficiency, and entrepreneurship. The mother was more socialist, warning of the coming times of corporate take overs and always teaching Kruass about hunting, the circle of life, and the values of preserving nature as a whole. His parents would constantly argue, debate, and butt heads with each other, with Kruass often playing mediator or peace keeper. Despite these two very different personalities, they loved each other very much, and loved their son even more. It wasn't that surprising when Kruass went on to go to a military academy then join the European Defense Coalition. It was originally formed way back in 2000 as a way to try an stem the rising tide of decent and distrust. An European Homeland security force of sorts, tasked with keeping things peaceful. However, it did not last very long, with most of the organization falling into heavy corruption and infighting for funds. The one branch that maintained its original purpose was the Wolf Brigade. The Wolf Brigade was a special attack group, much like the US's SWAT, only more heavily armored and armed. They were given strike missions, always on the offensive. A special breed of warriors, ones who bonded with each other. This bond carried through with the collapse of the EDC, with the Wolf Brigade Division being soon formed. A private military company, specializing in hunting down and uprooting insurgent groups and cartels. If these guys were kicking down your door, you should be flattered, cause that means someone wants you very dead. Kruass was indoctrinated into this group before the fall, joining the pack and fitting right in. He was attracted to this role as he felt like a peace keeper, a protector against anarchy and chaos. Soon he was rebased and given a new role and job, to help the..... uniquely named C.O.P.S. in getting they're organization off the ground. Neo Bay was ripe for some insurgent removal, with all sorts of foreign cartels moving into town. Kruass relished in the challenge and took the job immediately, moving to the city with his equipment to take down these bastards. So despite his scary, terminator type getup, Kruass his here to PROTECT and SERVE! No more, no less! Theme Song: Wilbert Eckart: House of the Rising Sun (Haus in Neu-Berlin) I like to imagine Kruass slowly strolling through a warehouse of criminals, humming this song as he guns down cartel smugglers. But when things get serious: Prototype - Wolfenstein The New Order OST</s> <\|message\|>Collin McCreary "I thought you went off the record after that most recent gang bust. I would have thought you were in danger with the underbosses looking for revenge....Tim got you involved in this, what does he want with us two?" Collin pushed the brim of his ballcap up a bit with one index finger, revealing more of his face. His green eyes fell on Yancy, and he gave a wry smile at the man's slightly stuttering speech. By the sound, and smell, of him Yancy was either still drunk or just recently sobering up. Collin checked his watch, seeing it as just a bit before midnight. Yea, that sounds about right. Taggart had probably picked him up in the middle of another bender. Being Friday that usually meant lots of teary war stories. Hence why Collin avoided the Red Raven on Fridays. As Mack continued to look around the room with a look of shock and disorientation Collin spoke up, for only the second time since entering the room. Blowing out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils he addressed the distressed ex-cop. "I did go underground, and thought that I did a good job of it too. It's been about 4 years, and yet still somehow that Taggart found me. I don't like it, but the offer he gave was a little too good to just pass up without a second glace," he finished, pulling on the cigarette again and noticing the ember was just about to the filter. He stubbed the butt out and watched as another person entered. That would make seven, and the small female that looked uncomfortable and shy could be none other than Miss Valeriya Ilyushin. Her file, like most of the others, was lacking in their background, but he knew that she was the driver of this group. She had a string of racing awards under her belt, as well as plenty of time under the hood of a car. His appraisal of the new arrival was interrupted by Hobbes pulling a gigantic trunk into the living space. When the huge box was opened, even Collins stoic demeanor cracked as he gave a low whistle. Hobbes and Taggart had somehow smuggled what equated to a small arsenal inside the box. It was stuffed with weapons of all different types, and Hobbes hefted a long rifle towards Packard. The weapon looked mean and military grade, though Collin had absolutely no idea what it was. It didn't look like anything he had seen on the streets before, let alone anything he had seen any of the various PMC forces carrying in Neo-Bay. His question was answered when Hobbes mentioned that the custom rifle had been stolen from the Japanese, meaning that it was likely a secret prototype the Japs had been developing. He took another sip of the whiskey, but set it down behind him in order to keep his body between the alcohol and Yancy. The guy didn't look like he needed anything else to drink any time soon.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Martin Lily Martin The glass was empty by this point, and Lily contemplated getting another drink of whisky. Just as she started to weigh the pros and cons of being even more intoxicated around all these strangers, in walked Craig dragging a container that was surely heavier than he was. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his struggle, although her smile didn't last long once she made out what was in the box. A little lump formed in her throat at the realization that things were becoming very real, rather fast. Her mind now cluttered with too many thoughts, Lily didn't notice someone approaching her until they were right behind her. Craig again...that sneaky bastard. He spoke to her in a hushed tone, and she got a racing pulse once some of his words registered. "...you are acting commander of this squad..." She muttered some nonsense reply when he was done talking, even though his words stayed with her. She watched him walk away as if this little announcement wasn't going to have an impact on everyone in the room. Lucky for her, she realized that it wasn't her decision to let the others know, so she kept her mouth shut and just stared in Mack's general direction. You better sober up quick, she thought, because all this responsibility that was just dumped on me could end tragically for us all.</s> <\|message\|>Lee Zao Allen- -Lee Zao Allen- -"The Martial"- --- --- Most news was never good news, although it made sense that bad news was entertaining news. To be honest, the bad news was the only reason anyone looked to watch news. Lee scratched his head despondently, enjoying the knowledge that he gained from the anchors' monotonous voice. Despite the unusual pleasure and enjoyment that Lee derived the news, he tore his eyes away from it, glancing at the arrival of Mack Yancey. He was a fairly tall African American man with blue eyes of all things, a rare occurrence, most likely a genetic mutation. Lee could only assume. Despite Macks arrival, Lee remained in his seat. He leaned back further into the soft cushions of the couch and closed his eyes, letting the news anchors words and the word of the other operatives in the room wash over him, occasionally interrupting his meditation to drink from the glass of cold water that he had been given. He could hear the hustle and bustle and clinking of glass coming from the kitchen. He found it unusual how people could resort to drinking so quickly. These were supposed to be professionals, if the job was to hard and they needed to numb the pain that it caused, this wasn't the best line of work for them. Lee made no move to voice his opinions on the habits of killers though, he had no right to. When the scraping of the weapon box that Craig carried stopped and was opened Lee couldn't help but smile from his place on the couch. Due to the comments of Craig, he was fairly sure that it was a box was full of weapons. He was also sure that there would be a weapon that he would find appropriate when the crowd that surrounded it left, trying to avoid having to leave his comfortable spot on the couch. Lee simply opted to listen to the conversations of those around him, get to know them before he took the time to actually speak with anyone. The power of observation was a powerful tool.</s>	<\|message\|>Krauss Helfer The middle aged man of the Wolf Brigade had remained oddly silent as his future team members arrived in the apartment. Perhaps he was keeping his cool, feeling out the situation. An experienced veteran of insurgent hunting and counter intelligence would know when to observe and when to act. Maybe he was deep in thought, planning already as to how he was going to perform in his role of the team, how each member of the team would either hold him back, or propel him further. No, the slight grimace on his face meant something more, something that only a seasoned warrior such as himself could know. Krauss was experiencing jet lag. It had been a long, nonstop flight from New Munich to Neo Bay as he had only just arrived state side yesterday. The experience was terrible for poor Krauss, as not only was he not really one for flying, but his flight had mistakenly put him in "Business" rather than first class, forcing him to sit behind the obnoxiously loud family, between the loud snoring old man and the fat lady, and in front of the five year old kicking his seat and generally being what Krauss called "A little shithead". So between a horrible flight and adjusting to the new timezone, Krauss was not in a particularly social mood at his point. It wasn't too long ago when his company had been contacted by a certain councilman of Neo Bay. He had requested that one their own join this newly founded organization to help reestablish some sense of order and justice in the city, something right up the Wolf Brigade's ally. Kruass had volunteered, relishing in the challenge that such a foreign land would present. He had mainly operated in Europe both before and while working for the wolves, so the environment and the people were all very new to say the least. His team seemed like an odd bunch of individuals, each with their own story to tell. Krauss wondered as to what that story was. With such a diverse team like this, he wondered how will they actually come together as one team, or how they will properly bond. A worrisome thought for another time, as just then the supposed leader of the group had entered this messy apartment. Michael Raymond Yancy, or simply known as "Mack Yancy". A former SWAT now turned.... well Krauss didn't need to even stand next to the man to smell the alcohol wafting off of him. From his briefing, Krauss had learned somewhat about how Neo Bay's police force had all been essentially disbanded, and it seemed this particular cop didn't take it too well. Normally, one would be concerned about this. After all, this drunk, washout SWAT guy was to be his new acting team leader? However, the very fact that he had taking the disbanding of the police force so hard, the fact that he had shown up here, could not help but make Krauss smile a little. Mack Yancy was a man who stood for justice, and these actions made it obvious. Krauss sighed and got up from his chair, the feelings of air sickness and fatigue still fading. The man who had been hosting the group had dragged a large trunk into the room. Upon revealing it contents, Krauss nodded in approval at the selection, finally speaking up for the first time. "Well..." he picked up on of the machine guns of the crate, holding it surprisingly lightly as he examined the weapon. "Hmm.... yes, just as I feared. These weapons, this stockpile, I fear that we might outclass our enemies quite a bit here. I was hoping for a challenge." He said with a smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Kumanu Gender: Male Element: Ice Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless) Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon. Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process. Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way. Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi. Relationships: • Other PCs – see below • One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team. • Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao Hura: Suavo: Vhis: Velhni: Tyro: Journal: Nothing as yet. Bag: • A wallet containing 20 widgets • Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport • A pack of cards • Water bottle • Pen and paper • Gafna treats</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The blue and white Vo-Matoran muttered to herself as she knelt a little ways down an alley away from the main pathways and roads of Fe-Congro, where she was knelt in front of an unassuming piece of machinery, one of the connecting points for the powercables running underneath Kongero Nui. She'd much rather be out exploring the pre-festivity town as everyone prepares, but she'd gotten stuck making sure the connection points for the power cables were all working properly and everything was switched on. Sometimes she would run into annoying rodent rahi chewing on the cables, but fortunately this particular transformer seemed to be in order. As soon as Velhni was done inspecting the transformer and replacing the paneling she hopped onto her customized mag-bike, zooming out into the streets towards the next transformer like a blue and white blur, hoping to get her work done as fast as she could so she could adventure through the Fe-Matoran shops to pine over the mastercrafted tools she's sure she'll never be able to afford.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro An orange and white Su-Matoran scrounged through a pile of junk, seeking a random assortment of items that more then likely would simply be melted down and re purposed. A few rare items might be kept in an brief attempt to see what he could do with it. Most were preparing for the festivities that would be starting soon. He wasn't as interested about them though he agreed to go reluctantly for a friend. Until then he would continue his usually daily tasks, keeping an optimistic attitude of finding something unique or rare though chances were highly against him. He eventually decided the pile was hopeless for him and left it gathering what he had found and packing it up before making his way back to the living areas for the Su-Matoran of Su-Congro. Most of the buildings seemingly were haphazardly put together, made of the junk that was dumped there but they were all sturdy and strong. It was quieter then the usual hustle and bustle of Su-Matoran. He made his way to where parts would be melted, perhaps getting a few widgets out of the items he had scrounged up.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid. No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again.</s> <\|message\|>Vhis Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day. The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth. De-Congro "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival." The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench. "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?" The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away. "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor. "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna. 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." ----- Bo-Congro The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly. "Well, I live here," he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to." After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.</s>	<\|message\|>Kumanu The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight. The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.</s>
<\|description\|>Kumanu Gender: Male Element: Ice Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless) Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon. Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process. Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way. Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi. Relationships: • Other PCs – see below • One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team. • Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao Hura: Suavo: Vhis: Velhni: Tyro: Journal: Nothing as yet. Bag: • A wallet containing 20 widgets • Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport • A pack of cards • Water bottle • Pen and paper • Gafna treats</s> <\|message\|>Hura The Turaga very soon was off, making his rounds as did his colleagues every year during the Red Star Festival. The Ce-Matoran, who had been talking off Hura's audio ports, only noticed this in passing, but she didn't worry. She could always meet him at the temple tomorrow. In the midst of the sea of phrases and unanswerable string of questions, the Bo-Matoran heard a familiar voice. Tilting his head, he saw a very familiar mask and Kanoka sling on a Ko-Matoran who had been for a moment behind him, but the conversation with the Ce-Matoran had turned, leaving them the other way around. "Kumanu?" he called out, peaking between the shoulders of a flamboyant Ba-Matoran and a rather interested Vo-Matoran- this surely looked like the friendly, if somewhat ominous, Ko-Matoran whom he had met only a few days ago, "Oh, this is-" he began, but as he turned, the Ce-Matoran was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with the group of others that had gathered as the crowd thinned slightly between shows- the various Matoran meandering towards vendors' shops or to the temporary food stalls. Hura was left looking about rather puzzledly, before he caught wind of their conversation. "What are three as the Virtues?" queried the Matoran of the Green.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Before Velhni could get a word in(quite a surprise for the quick-talking Vo-Matoran) Suavo had eagerly pulled in a third Matoran, a Ko-Matoran by the look of him, which seemed to only add to the confusion about the number of Toa Stones. Seconds later they were joined by a fourth, she guessed a Bo-matoran, though she supposed he could be a particularly blue Le-Matoran. That was of course dashed when he spoke. Definitely a Bo-Matoran, she thought to herself. "Hey, I can answer that! The three virtues are Unity, Duty, and Destiny! The three things all Matoran are supposed to strive for." She turned back to Suavo and, trying to reveal as little about their planned excursion. "I didn't know we were betting, but tell you what. If you win, I'll teach you how to ride a mag-bike, and if I win, you teach me that trick." She said with a smirk. Finally, turning back to their new arrivals, she reached out a hand in greeting. "I'm Velhni by the way, and the rambunctious gentleman here is Suavo."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu Suavo was grinning like a madman as more Matoran were drawn into their little circle. That could only make for more excitement."Indeed I am" he confirmed in response to Velhni's introduction, the continued "And you, my friend, have a bet. "Hang on now, what's the bet here?" Kumanu interrupted. "That stone (or stones) is over a thousand years old, and haven't been seen by anyone in most of that time. You can't just summon them out and count because you feel like it." "...Not exactly" Suavo reluctantly agreed, "But they're probably in the Great Temple somewhere, and with so much going on in Fe-Congro tonight, there won't be much of anyone looking around there. Velhni and I are going to sneak in and take a look around, maybe do some counting, and then come back here with no-one any the wiser." He let the statement hang in the air, guaging the other Matorans' reactions. "If you two would also like to join the wager, you're more than welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura tapped his mask in thought, then shuffled slightly closer to the group as the crowd had thinned down to just a few other stragglers and the conspiring Matoran. "It was heard in Bo-Congro by me myself that heroes came out of the Wahi, from the fires and grounds and skies, or fell out of the Sea in great canisters as Toa." He then paused a moment, a particular Kanohi on display down the way catching his attention before he was able to re-focus, rubbing the side of his mask near the blue stripe. Hura cleared his vocal modulator, "But, if Toa were real... surely we'd see one. Wouldn't someone?"</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni sighed and shook her head. It seemed Suavo was even less subtle than she was. She just hoped her new pals outburst didn't attract the wrong kind of attention. "Well, looks like we've got one for six, one for one, and one for three. What about you, plantboy?" She looked to Hura with a curious expression. It was unsurprising that Vo-Matoran rarely bonded with their plant brothers, considering the fast, excitable nature of Lightning and the slow, calculating manner often expressed by Matoran of Plantlife. Well there aren't any Toa. Just maybe some magic rocks.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The small Matoran returned the curious look on the blue mask with one of his own. This is why he didn't come into the city very much. There were far too many things going on for one to really think things out, and often it appeared that many would jump to conclusions. His hand tapped the lower edge of his mask, while the domed top and fringed bottom of the Kanohi down the path twinkled. For a split second, Hura's gaze lifted towards the mask in question, before his pondering expression returned. "I'm not sure there are Toa, or Toa stones," he answered after a short while, "So I can not say."</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "There are no Toa, now" Kumanu agreed, "But that's because they aren't needed. The Turaga teach that Toa are agents of Destiny. They spring up in times of need, or when great things are afoot, and then they use their strength to do the will of Mata Nui." "Kongero Nui has been at peace for many years, and so there has been no need for Toa and we haven't seen any. This doesn't mean there won't be Toa again if something happens to bring them back. Just because you have never seen a Toa doesn't mean that they won't come to help us when we need it." The Ko-Matoran was confident in his speech as he explained these things to the other Matoran. It was a comforting thought, he found, that help was never too far away. He didn't know what kind of thing might prompt Toa to return to the world, but it made him feel secure to know that they were available nonetheless. If Kongero Nui faced true peril, these wise, storng beings would step in to solve things that were beyond Matoran like himself.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni was starting to rock back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her as she leaned sideways closer to Suavo. "I get you want to be the center of attention Suavo, but did you have to bring these guys into it? I don't think they're quite the betting type."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu "Yeah, I think you're right" Suavo admitted with a sigh. "Well, their loss".He turned back to the Ko-Matoran and the Bo-Matoran, and adderessed them with a musty old voice and a stony expression."Thank you, oh Great Explainer, for your wisdom" he intoned, "But since you are so terribly boring, I'm afraid you are no longer welcome in this conversation. Do take your hesitant friend with you, as well." So saying, Suavo quickly took Kumanu by the shoulders and spun him around, pointing the taller matoran away from the rest of them. The Ko-Matoran turned back over his shoulder to give Suavo a glare like an ice wind, but did not protest further. It would be pointless, he realised. He had other things to do anyway, and it probably would be good to keep the little Bo-Matoran out of trouble. "Come on, Hura. Let's go. It wasn't until the pair were well away and had disappeared into the mass of festival-goers that Suavo bent to pick up what Kumanu had left behind. When Suavo had grabbed him, a kanoka had spun free from his bag and fallen to the ground. As he examined it now, Suavo saw that it was a specialised akilini disk, with grooves moulded into the top for a player's feet, and a power code 447. "Their loss" he repeated, smiling as he tapped the disk to his chest. The kanoka's power felt like a splash of cold water across his face as it took effect, but as it faded he felt sharper and more alert. This would work out just fine, he thought. Who cared about those old stick-in-the-muds? An hour later, Kumanu fumed in frustration as he paced up and down a locker room at the Fe-Congro Akilini arena. He couldn't find one of his disks, and as each new search proved fruitless, he bet he knew where it was now. That remove poison disk had been one of his favourites, almost a lucky charm that he used for matches. Now it was in the hands of that stupid little gambler who had accosted him and Hura after the play. It rankled him to think he had lost it over something so small, and to such an infuriating matoran. He would play with a replacement disk, of course: there were plenty of others around the arena. In truth, many would be just as good as his own. There wasn't anything for him to do about it now, and his team would need him to have him mind on the game. Still, as he walked out with the five other Ko-Matoran, a plan was beginning to crystallise in his mind. Once this game was over, he would find Hura in the stands and then... A grim grin graced his mask. Yes, then he would see about getting his disk back.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The remark from the showy Ba-Matoran caused Hura to shoot him a rather sharp glower. The shift in demeanor was swift, and the gaze could almost be seen, as his glowing yellow eyes narrowed. He was about to say something, but by the time the Bo-Matoran raised his hand, the mysterious performer and his Vo-Matoran cohort had vanished. Feeling rather miffed, Hura began to walk away, when the mask down the way once again caught his eye. A few moments later, and he was scooping a pile of the widgets that he had brought into the hand of a Fe-Matoran. The shop keeper smiled, handing him the ornamental mask. Knowing he could change his own, but also that he would need someone else to replace it, he hooked it to the inside of his pouch, but not before holding it to his face for a moment.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Fe-Congro, Two Hours to Sunset Kumanu The match was over. It had been a good one, Kumanu thought, with both teams playing well and providing the audience with an exciting demonstration of skill. For once, the matoran hadn't been competing for prestige or position in the league, but playing for enjoyment and to honour the Great Spirit by their hard work, athleticism and artistry. Most of the crowd had dispersed now, with many moving on to a concert to be given by an orchestra from De-Congro. Still, Kumanu's eyes scanned across the stands for a familiar mask: he had arranged to meet up with Hura in the stands after the match. Spotting the diminutive Bo-matoran standing beside a heavy-set Ta-matoran, he hurried over. "Hi there, Hura" he called, waving as he made his way over. "That was a good match, wasn't it? Anyway, you remember those crooks who grabbed us earlier about the Toa Stone? The little one stole my best disk. So anyway, I want to spoil their fun, and give them a bit of karma while getting my disk back. Are you up for helping me there? For justice?"</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura crouched on the constructed benches of stone after the Kohli game, not entirely sure of what he had just seen. In the middle of his musings, the Bo-Matoran was suddenly approached, and subsequently startled, by an increasingly familiar face. His hand moved thoughtfully to the side of his mask, his fingers rapping against its hard surface as they did when in thought. So much was said that the more rural Matoran was not entirely sure he had followed. However, the last set of phrases he was able to catch were ones he understood. "It would be dutiful to return a lost item... Though I don't think it fair to call one 'thief'."</s>	<\|message\|>Kumanu "He stole my disk, Hura." Kumanu stated forcefully. "He grabbed me, spun me round and grabbed it out of my bag. That makes him a thief. That means I'm going to get him caught. Can I count on your help, or not?" The Ko-Matoran stood back and regarded him with hard yes, and arms crossed while he waited for a response.</s>
<\|description\|>Velhni Element: Lightning Mask: Kanohi Kamel, Mask of Sensory Aptitude Gender: Female Appearance: Occupation: Racer/mechanic. Velhni is a young prodigy in the Vo-Matoran pioneered sport of Lightning Racing, where Matoran drive custom made vehicles that electromagnetically "ride" along the underground powerlines that stretch over the landscape. In terms of a more practical job to benefit the city, Velhni works as a mechanic alongside many other Vo-Matoran tending to the powerlines and lightning coils that power the city, and applies this knowledge to customizing her mag-bike. Description: Velhni tends to be a bit rash and headstrong, and has a tendency to be somewhat overconfident especially in her racing skills. She's almost as good at getting out of trouble as she is at getting into it, but she has suffered a few wounds to both the ego and her armor. She's generally friendly and outgoing in her interactions with other Matoran, though many find her particularly fast, rambling manner of speaking to be annoying. She's also incapable of standing still, and fidgets obviously when stuck in one place. Tools: Velhni is never seen without a heavily customized adjustable wrench. Otherwise she keeps a toolbelt with a variety of useful mechanics tools when she's working, and keeps larger, specialized tools at her home. Relationships: Velhni has recently struck up a friendship with Suavo. Journal: Bag: Toolbelt Custom wrench A handful of widgets</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The blue and white Vo-Matoran muttered to herself as she knelt a little ways down an alley away from the main pathways and roads of Fe-Congro, where she was knelt in front of an unassuming piece of machinery, one of the connecting points for the powercables running underneath Kongero Nui. She'd much rather be out exploring the pre-festivity town as everyone prepares, but she'd gotten stuck making sure the connection points for the power cables were all working properly and everything was switched on. Sometimes she would run into annoying rodent rahi chewing on the cables, but fortunately this particular transformer seemed to be in order. As soon as Velhni was done inspecting the transformer and replacing the paneling she hopped onto her customized mag-bike, zooming out into the streets towards the next transformer like a blue and white blur, hoping to get her work done as fast as she could so she could adventure through the Fe-Matoran shops to pine over the mastercrafted tools she's sure she'll never be able to afford.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro An orange and white Su-Matoran scrounged through a pile of junk, seeking a random assortment of items that more then likely would simply be melted down and re purposed. A few rare items might be kept in an brief attempt to see what he could do with it. Most were preparing for the festivities that would be starting soon. He wasn't as interested about them though he agreed to go reluctantly for a friend. Until then he would continue his usually daily tasks, keeping an optimistic attitude of finding something unique or rare though chances were highly against him. He eventually decided the pile was hopeless for him and left it gathering what he had found and packing it up before making his way back to the living areas for the Su-Matoran of Su-Congro. Most of the buildings seemingly were haphazardly put together, made of the junk that was dumped there but they were all sturdy and strong. It was quieter then the usual hustle and bustle of Su-Matoran. He made his way to where parts would be melted, perhaps getting a few widgets out of the items he had scrounged up.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid. No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again.</s> <\|message\|>Vhis Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day. The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth. De-Congro "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival." The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench. "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?" The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away. "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor. "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna. 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." ----- Bo-Congro The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly. "Well, I live here," he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to." After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight. The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni The lightning matoran zoomed through the back streets of Fe-Congro, the nature of her bike allowing her to pay somewhat less attention to actually driving, since it followed a track of sorts. When she turned onto a market street her mind began to wander and she examined the Fe-Matoran crafted tools displayed in the stalls until she was jerked back to reality by her bikes collision detection warning. It was designed to stop the bike before hitting anything, but the sudden stop sent the distracted Vo-Matoran flying forwards, colliding with a purple and orange Matoran. As soon as she recovered, Velhni jumped back onto her feet, offering a hand to her accidental victim. "Oh Spirits I'm so so so sorry! Are you alright? You're not hurt right?"</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo dusted himself off after the fall and then took the other matoran's hand, pulling himself to his feet. "No, nothing broken" Suavo assured her, straightening his mask."But hey, cool bike you've got there. How fast can you make it go?" Already, he was examining the vehicle, admiring its aerodynamic shape and complex control panel.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni Velhni's face brightened when the Gravity matoran confirmed he was alright, and a grin started to spread across her face when he expressed interest in her bike. "Well, it kinda depends on the location," She motioned to the magnetic 'wheels' along the base. "Around here the electric cables from Vo-Congro are underground so I can't go as fast, but there are some places around the island where I can really open her up, and then not even the fastest Le-congran birds can even hope to match it," She said with an almost maniacal grin showing through her mask.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Oh yeah! Now this was cool. All of Suavo's previous annoyance at getting lost drained away as he looked at the bike, as did all of his other plans for this evening. He may have gotten knocked down, but now it seemed that fate was determined to make up for that, and was doing a damn good job. He would have to thank his lucky stars later, but for now he was determined to just enjoy the ride. "No way!" he breathed, while not doubting her at all. Then, with an equally manic grin, he looked her stright in the mask and challenged, "Would you show me?"</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro Without much of a word, having since approached the glowing tree, Hura slowly brought his somewhat lanky arms and legs around the tree's trunk, and began shimmying up the sacred bark. About half way up, he carefully drew his grabbing stick from his back, steadying it in his left hand, while he ascended towards the glowing sustainance above. A moment later and the Vutta Maca fruit was in reach. After a few unsteady passes, the glowing fruit was seized in the scoops of Hura's picker, and gently plucked. Hanging on with his legs, the Bo-Matoran slipped the fruit into the pouch he carried, before beginning to slide back down the tree's bark.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni One of Velhni's hands reached back to sheepishly rub the back of her head when she spoke in response. "Wellll, I'm actually supposed to be checking on all the power stations in Fe-Congro to make sure nothing breaks for the big Festival... But you're welcome to tag along! And once I've taken care of repairs we could take a quick trip to Vo-Congro and back!" As she finished her sentence, the energetic Vo-Matoran hopped back onto her bike, turning to Suavo to see if he would join her, and offering the second seat behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo "Yeah, sure, no problem" Suavo replied as he took hold of Velhni's hand for the second time and swung up onto the motorcycle behind her. "I've just come from the festival grounds, actually, because I'll be performing there later in the week. If we have to go back there, I'm sure I could snag a spare helmet to go riding." In truth, Suavo was pretty sure that the serious, hard-working builder-matoran setting up back the the festival would get rather grumpy if he tried to swipe one of their helmets. Still, any carnival performer worth their salt knew a bit about directing an audience's attention, and moving it away from where the real "magic" was happening. If asking nicely didn't work, he would get a helmet some other way.</s> <\|message\|>Tyro Tyro Tyro made his way through the maze of jumbled streets of Su-Congro. He was disappointed by the scrap he had found, a month ago perhaps he would of gotten more for it but depending on the material brought in and the amount given to be melted down, the price a Su-Congro would get for what they brought from the junk fields fluctuated at a rather constant rate. Today had ended not as great as he had hoped but he could always look forward to tomorrow. Besides with the festival a few days away, there was no point in being down. He sped up his step deciding that if he was done hunting for scrap he could at least look into one of the neighboring Congro sections, perhaps his favorite being that of Fe-Congro and seeing the intricate craftsman-smith of those that lived there.</s>	<\|message\|>Velhni Once Suavo was sitting on the bike behind her, she turned her attentions to the controls and twisting the handlebars to cause the bikes repulsors to hum to life, raising the bike up about a foot off the ground over a few seconds and slowly picking up forward momentum though she hadn't activated the magnetic drive. Velhni double checked their course before pressing down on a foot pedal, sending a reverberating hum through the bike as it latched onto the cable underground and began to speed up much faster. The bike was surprisingly quiet, only emitting a deep, rumbling hum as the engines drove them forwards and taking sharp turns with ease. Thanks to the bikes quiet nature they were still able to talk without raising their voices too much. "Y'know, I don't think I ever caught your name. I'm Velhni by the way, mechanic and racer extraordinaire."</s>
<\|description\|>Hura Element: Plantlife Mask: Powerless Kanohi Rode- Mask of Truth ----- The Powerless Kanohi Rode has a similar appearance to a Powerless Rau, but lacking the line like marking, and being held closer to the face. ----- While Hura believes this to be a Kanohi Rode, it is, in fact, made of an unknown Kanoka composition. Gender: Male Appearance: Hura is a small looking, compact Matoran with dark green armor. His mask has blue stripes painted near the cheek area, and his knees, fingers, eyes, and the toes of his boots are a light blue (translucent cyan in the set,) and what isn't armored of his arms and legs has a dark grey color. Occupation: Hura works as an apprentice for an apothecary in Bo -Congro. Description: An inhabitant of Bo-Congro, Hura lives a quiet life, away from the city's center. Most of his time mid-day is spent foraging for various plants, and harvesting their fruits, seeds, roots, stems, and leaves for the local apothecary. While he is neither the strongest or most swift of his peers, he makes up for it by taking his time, and acting deliberately. His Kanohi Rode and its twin marks remind him how plants can be deceiving. While not the most apt for physical activities, he does enjoy the outside air, and watching small Rahi amongst the trees of his home in the foothills. Tools: Grabbing Staff- A scissor shaped handle, onto which a spoon like head is set, used to pluck and scoop various fruits and other parts of plants. Relationships Kumanu "I think I've seen him Bo-Congro-side before. Always bringing back some Rahi or another. Sometimes they're not even from The Green, like Spiny Stone Apes, or Nui Jaga. I don't know who tells him to do what, or how he gets them to stop moving long enough to drag them here. They scare me some times, the Rahi. Not the Barkas, no, but the big ones, Ash Bears and Nui-Jaga. A little too big for a small Matoran. Sometimes I worry about Kumanu, but the city's not worth digging in to to find out why he's about so much." Suavo Vhis Tyro Velhni Journal Bag A shard of a Ta-Congro crucible used as a makeshift mortar (x1) Pestle (x1) Double Pocket Pouch (for Pestle and Mortar Shard, and returning plant samples)(x1)</s> <\|message\|>Hura The Turaga very soon was off, making his rounds as did his colleagues every year during the Red Star Festival. The Ce-Matoran, who had been talking off Hura's audio ports, only noticed this in passing, but she didn't worry. She could always meet him at the temple tomorrow. In the midst of the sea of phrases and unanswerable string of questions, the Bo-Matoran heard a familiar voice. Tilting his head, he saw a very familiar mask and Kanoka sling on a Ko-Matoran who had been for a moment behind him, but the conversation with the Ce-Matoran had turned, leaving them the other way around. "Kumanu?" he called out, peaking between the shoulders of a flamboyant Ba-Matoran and a rather interested Vo-Matoran- this surely looked like the friendly, if somewhat ominous, Ko-Matoran whom he had met only a few days ago, "Oh, this is-" he began, but as he turned, the Ce-Matoran was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with the group of others that had gathered as the crowd thinned slightly between shows- the various Matoran meandering towards vendors' shops or to the temporary food stalls. Hura was left looking about rather puzzledly, before he caught wind of their conversation. "What are three as the Virtues?" queried the Matoran of the Green.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Before Velhni could get a word in(quite a surprise for the quick-talking Vo-Matoran) Suavo had eagerly pulled in a third Matoran, a Ko-Matoran by the look of him, which seemed to only add to the confusion about the number of Toa Stones. Seconds later they were joined by a fourth, she guessed a Bo-matoran, though she supposed he could be a particularly blue Le-Matoran. That was of course dashed when he spoke. Definitely a Bo-Matoran, she thought to herself. "Hey, I can answer that! The three virtues are Unity, Duty, and Destiny! The three things all Matoran are supposed to strive for." She turned back to Suavo and, trying to reveal as little about their planned excursion. "I didn't know we were betting, but tell you what. If you win, I'll teach you how to ride a mag-bike, and if I win, you teach me that trick." She said with a smirk. Finally, turning back to their new arrivals, she reached out a hand in greeting. "I'm Velhni by the way, and the rambunctious gentleman here is Suavo."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu Suavo was grinning like a madman as more Matoran were drawn into their little circle. That could only make for more excitement."Indeed I am" he confirmed in response to Velhni's introduction, the continued "And you, my friend, have a bet. "Hang on now, what's the bet here?" Kumanu interrupted. "That stone (or stones) is over a thousand years old, and haven't been seen by anyone in most of that time. You can't just summon them out and count because you feel like it." "...Not exactly" Suavo reluctantly agreed, "But they're probably in the Great Temple somewhere, and with so much going on in Fe-Congro tonight, there won't be much of anyone looking around there. Velhni and I are going to sneak in and take a look around, maybe do some counting, and then come back here with no-one any the wiser." He let the statement hang in the air, guaging the other Matorans' reactions. "If you two would also like to join the wager, you're more than welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Hura Hura tapped his mask in thought, then shuffled slightly closer to the group as the crowd had thinned down to just a few other stragglers and the conspiring Matoran. "It was heard in Bo-Congro by me myself that heroes came out of the Wahi, from the fires and grounds and skies, or fell out of the Sea in great canisters as Toa." He then paused a moment, a particular Kanohi on display down the way catching his attention before he was able to re-focus, rubbing the side of his mask near the blue stripe. Hura cleared his vocal modulator, "But, if Toa were real... surely we'd see one. Wouldn't someone?"</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni sighed and shook her head. It seemed Suavo was even less subtle than she was. She just hoped her new pals outburst didn't attract the wrong kind of attention. "Well, looks like we've got one for six, one for one, and one for three. What about you, plantboy?" She looked to Hura with a curious expression. It was unsurprising that Vo-Matoran rarely bonded with their plant brothers, considering the fast, excitable nature of Lightning and the slow, calculating manner often expressed by Matoran of Plantlife. Well there aren't any Toa. Just maybe some magic rocks.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The small Matoran returned the curious look on the blue mask with one of his own. This is why he didn't come into the city very much. There were far too many things going on for one to really think things out, and often it appeared that many would jump to conclusions. His hand tapped the lower edge of his mask, while the domed top and fringed bottom of the Kanohi down the path twinkled. For a split second, Hura's gaze lifted towards the mask in question, before his pondering expression returned. "I'm not sure there are Toa, or Toa stones," he answered after a short while, "So I can not say."</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "There are no Toa, now" Kumanu agreed, "But that's because they aren't needed. The Turaga teach that Toa are agents of Destiny. They spring up in times of need, or when great things are afoot, and then they use their strength to do the will of Mata Nui." "Kongero Nui has been at peace for many years, and so there has been no need for Toa and we haven't seen any. This doesn't mean there won't be Toa again if something happens to bring them back. Just because you have never seen a Toa doesn't mean that they won't come to help us when we need it." The Ko-Matoran was confident in his speech as he explained these things to the other Matoran. It was a comforting thought, he found, that help was never too far away. He didn't know what kind of thing might prompt Toa to return to the world, but it made him feel secure to know that they were available nonetheless. If Kongero Nui faced true peril, these wise, storng beings would step in to solve things that were beyond Matoran like himself.</s> <\|message\|>Velhni Velhni was starting to rock back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her as she leaned sideways closer to Suavo. "I get you want to be the center of attention Suavo, but did you have to bring these guys into it? I don't think they're quite the betting type."</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo and Kumanu "Yeah, I think you're right" Suavo admitted with a sigh. "Well, their loss".He turned back to the Ko-Matoran and the Bo-Matoran, and adderessed them with a musty old voice and a stony expression."Thank you, oh Great Explainer, for your wisdom" he intoned, "But since you are so terribly boring, I'm afraid you are no longer welcome in this conversation. Do take your hesitant friend with you, as well." So saying, Suavo quickly took Kumanu by the shoulders and spun him around, pointing the taller matoran away from the rest of them. The Ko-Matoran turned back over his shoulder to give Suavo a glare like an ice wind, but did not protest further. It would be pointless, he realised. He had other things to do anyway, and it probably would be good to keep the little Bo-Matoran out of trouble. "Come on, Hura. Let's go. It wasn't until the pair were well away and had disappeared into the mass of festival-goers that Suavo bent to pick up what Kumanu had left behind. When Suavo had grabbed him, a kanoka had spun free from his bag and fallen to the ground. As he examined it now, Suavo saw that it was a specialised akilini disk, with grooves moulded into the top for a player's feet, and a power code 447. "Their loss" he repeated, smiling as he tapped the disk to his chest. The kanoka's power felt like a splash of cold water across his face as it took effect, but as it faded he felt sharper and more alert. This would work out just fine, he thought. Who cared about those old stick-in-the-muds? An hour later, Kumanu fumed in frustration as he paced up and down a locker room at the Fe-Congro Akilini arena. He couldn't find one of his disks, and as each new search proved fruitless, he bet he knew where it was now. That remove poison disk had been one of his favourites, almost a lucky charm that he used for matches. Now it was in the hands of that stupid little gambler who had accosted him and Hura after the play. It rankled him to think he had lost it over something so small, and to such an infuriating matoran. He would play with a replacement disk, of course: there were plenty of others around the arena. In truth, many would be just as good as his own. There wasn't anything for him to do about it now, and his team would need him to have him mind on the game. Still, as he walked out with the five other Ko-Matoran, a plan was beginning to crystallise in his mind. Once this game was over, he would find Hura in the stands and then... A grim grin graced his mask. Yes, then he would see about getting his disk back.</s> <\|message\|>Hura The remark from the showy Ba-Matoran caused Hura to shoot him a rather sharp glower. The shift in demeanor was swift, and the gaze could almost be seen, as his glowing yellow eyes narrowed. He was about to say something, but by the time the Bo-Matoran raised his hand, the mysterious performer and his Vo-Matoran cohort had vanished. Feeling rather miffed, Hura began to walk away, when the mask down the way once again caught his eye. A few moments later, and he was scooping a pile of the widgets that he had brought into the hand of a Fe-Matoran. The shop keeper smiled, handing him the ornamental mask. Knowing he could change his own, but also that he would need someone else to replace it, he hooked it to the inside of his pouch, but not before holding it to his face for a moment.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Fe-Congro, Two Hours to Sunset Kumanu The match was over. It had been a good one, Kumanu thought, with both teams playing well and providing the audience with an exciting demonstration of skill. For once, the matoran hadn't been competing for prestige or position in the league, but playing for enjoyment and to honour the Great Spirit by their hard work, athleticism and artistry. Most of the crowd had dispersed now, with many moving on to a concert to be given by an orchestra from De-Congro. Still, Kumanu's eyes scanned across the stands for a familiar mask: he had arranged to meet up with Hura in the stands after the match. Spotting the diminutive Bo-matoran standing beside a heavy-set Ta-matoran, he hurried over. "Hi there, Hura" he called, waving as he made his way over. "That was a good match, wasn't it? Anyway, you remember those crooks who grabbed us earlier about the Toa Stone? The little one stole my best disk. So anyway, I want to spoil their fun, and give them a bit of karma while getting my disk back. Are you up for helping me there? For justice?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hura Hura crouched on the constructed benches of stone after the Kohli game, not entirely sure of what he had just seen. In the middle of his musings, the Bo-Matoran was suddenly approached, and subsequently startled, by an increasingly familiar face. His hand moved thoughtfully to the side of his mask, his fingers rapping against its hard surface as they did when in thought. So much was said that the more rural Matoran was not entirely sure he had followed. However, the last set of phrases he was able to catch were ones he understood. "It would be dutiful to return a lost item... Though I don't think it fair to call one 'thief'."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Hozuki herp derp, reserving Roumenji Sendo Age: ~900 years old Gender: Male Height: 6'5 Weight: 200LBS Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Brown Birthday: March 15 Clan/Family: Sendo Clan A clan founded by the first Head Captain, Madara Sendo. The clan has risen to be a Noble Clan under the leadership of the first Head Captain and has continued to rise in power under Roumenji's rule. Race: Soul Squad&Rank: Head Captain of the Gotei 13 and Captain of Squad 1 Spiritual Energy Colour: Swirling mixture of green, purple and black Personality: Roumenji is a hard-headed man who believes that his actions will result in a just cause. He is never one to back down on his word and holds honor above all else. He is surprisingly brash for being the Head Captain and is quick to take action. However, he will always listen and honor the opinion of the other captains and will never disregard it, even if he disagrees with it. He is a very indiscriminate man and heavily punishes those who do discriminate. History: Classified. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: - Norota Sendo - His son who he takes pride in for his abilities. He believes his son will be the next Head Captain after himself. - Madara Sendo - His father and the first true Head Captain of the Gotei 13. Not much is known about Madara or his relationship with any of his families. Other: - Challenges any shinigami to scratch his headband. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Mashu Type: Unknown Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Revel in your grave, Spirit Appearance(Optional): Inner world: (This gives everyone else an idea of your inner world) Sealed appearance: Either Katana or other traditional Japanese sword but can sometimes be something different... Shikai appearance: Roumenji's zanpakuto appearance remains the same after his shikai has been activated. The only difference is that a violent aura surrounds both his body and zanpakuto. The aura covers his body like a cloak, leaving a thin green lining around him with a darker purple hue coated with a black outer lining. Roumenji is able to focus and control this aura without using any shikai skills. Bankai appearance: (Captains and select Lieutenants only) Shikai special ability: Roumenji is capable of summoning various types of familiars that contain no details, only a black outline of the creature filled with a void black. He is capable of summoning these beings in massive quantities or able to create massive sized creatures from thought alone. Shikai skills: (NOTE: Seated Shinigami have up to 5 skills, Lieutenants and above can have all skills unlocked. Skills must also have cooldowns to prevent spamming) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Bankai skills: (Captains and up can only have Bankai. Note: Some Lieutenants will be able to attain a Bankai) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills&Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu Kido Bakudo Hado Hakuda Hoho NPCS Appearance: Age: ~1000 years old Gender: Male Height: 5'6 Weight: 130 lbs Hair Colour: White Eye Colour: White Birthday: June 8th Clan/Family: Hozuki Clan - A prominent and well-known Noble House who has contributed to the growth of the Soul Society. Race: Soul Rank: Former Squad 10 Captain; Currently 1 of 6 judges in the Central 46 Spiritual Energy Colour: Light blue Personality: (Would like to be done but can be done later) History: (Would like to be done but can be done later) Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: (Any relationships your character has with another and also friendships, rivalries and such. It's something as simple as: "Joe Blogs - Friend" or "Joe Blogs - Good Friend" Things like that. you may add detail if you wish) Other: (Can include unique clothing items, side jobs, unique traits and such) ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Shinokuni Type: Earth Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: These walls shall be your grave, Shinokuni Spirit Appearance(Optional): Inner world: A rocky terrain filled with canyons and plateaus. Sealed appearance: A plain, traditional katana sporting a dark brown sheath with jewels placed into it. Rest is in appearance. Shikai appearance: Bankai appearance: (Captains and select Lieutenants only) Shikai special ability: Lord under the Heavens : This ability grants Daisuke control of the earth around him, including the small pebble beside your foot, to the trees that surround you or a mountain laying off in the horizon. His control over the earth is masterful, having centuries of experience with his Zanpakuto. Shikai skills: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Suicide Forest - From the ground below, black, thorn littered branches raise from the ground and continue to grow 6. Bankai skills: Shinokuni 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills & Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu Master Kido Expert Hakuda Expert Hoho Master</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien @KabenSaal "Ahahaha, well said. Perhaps thats what I'll name this blend. Taizen Arashi, the calm storm. Per usual, you give me the best names for my blends. I've been waiting to taste your next concoction as well, whenever you feel like making it that is.." He chuckled. His fellow captain, while dutiful, have been known to be rather lax on the matter of producing quality alcohol. Kenshin, on the other hand, routinely produces some of the finest wine known to man, according to himself that is. "Well, Beowulf will have to wait. As you know, Hiryu reads him his bedtime story, not me. Right now, Hiryu is busy being a little girl and not paying attention to me. So Beowulf will have to wait." He said to his lieutenant. Usually, when she requests that there to be a bedtime story read to her zanpakuto, she is asking for a spar. Right now, Kenshin is not feeling up to it. He can, but he just doesn't want to. "Oh? So the training is all finished? Hm. It would seem I made it too easy... Is my mead ready? I want to have a taste while cooking up the next training menu. I think I'll add a 100km run to it. If you guys were able to finish the daily training regiment in the time it took me to have this meeting, it was too short....Hmmmm....." He pondered. The menu for the day consisted of 1000 practice swings for both right side and left side attacks of the sword, 1000 sword thrusts, 2000 push ups, 2000 crunches, a 25 minute shadow-spar session, 100 quick-draw practices, 2500 body weight squats, a 50km run, along with a standard warmup and cool down session. If his squad can finish the training in a few hours, either they were bullshitting during the training or it was too simple. Now, with the soul butterflies he had placed in the training grounds, he thinks it was the latter of the two situations. "In any case, I think I'll be heading back to the 11th, Eel-san, feel free to drop by whenever." He said to his fellow captain with a smile and ended with a half bow. Walking towards his barracks, he said to his lieutenant "Come along Mirja, lets go. Oh the meeting? I mean, the old man just told us that the hollow numbers were increasing and that there were incidents in the rukongai. He is sending a few people out to investigate. We're not a part of that group so we're not leaving, you hear me? " He said in a nonchalant tone. However, he expected his lieutenant to take what he said as an order, in the fact that he was not tasked with anything involving the current situation at, so his squad is to stand down for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Kyogen Akechi Kyogen Akechi, 7th division Lieutenant. Kyogen continued on his way towards the meeting place of the captains. To be honest, he was a bit excited, maybe this mission would have something that could hurt him. Kyogen wasn't battle crazy, he was a just plain crazy. He wanted to be overwhelmed in a fight, but he feared dying. It was a weird cycle. It was then another hell butterfly landed on his finger. Kyogen listened to the message, before he smashed the butterfly in his palm. A wing fell out of his fist. "They think they are pulling me off that easily? Oh no. I will do my mission, I am a loyal soul reaper, and will always get the job done. A little dangers only extra to me." With that, he hurried his pace. His 'excuse' was he never got the hell butterly. Appearing in the hall, Kyogen bowed, though as always, half mockingly. If he was lucky, he'd piss off the captain commander. "Lieutenant Akechi, reporting for duty, I just recieved orders I am to assist on a mission to the Rukongai again? Let's go on and do it then. I have no intentions of growing old." Looking around, he commented. "Seems I've missed my captain again."</s> <\|message\|>Yuka Mogami Yuka Mogami "Lets." Yuka replied, before the two of them began on their way to the Kido corps. She was intrigued to hear that this lieutenant was apparently rivals with Majime, her former subordinate and friend. She could not remember if Majime had mentioned him before or not. In any case, she wondered if Majime would be there when they arrived. She wondered if this rivalry of his was strong enough to elicit an amusing reaction. Perhaps he would even be the one sending them all off? But then again, she couldn't imagine they would get Majime to perform such a simple task like opening the Senkaimon. She would have to see whether he would be there or not. It did not take all too long for them to arrive at the Kido corps headquarters. Once there, Yuka spied someone standing outside the building, loitering around. She decided to take a chance and guess this was the man they were looking for. "Hey, are you lieutenant Osaka?" She began, approaching him. "Ready to get to work?" When she thought about it, they had been given little information about what they were doing. The orders were "go to the Forest of Menos and meet the recon team", and that was it. Hopefully the lieutenant didn't expect any explanations from her or Kounura.</s> <\|message\|>翔太林翔太林 Division Three Lieutenant S H O T A H A Y A S H I --- "You're back already?" the young lieutenant asked the question of his superior from atop one of the many tiled roofs within the Seireitei. He had seemingly sprouted from nowhere and with his head tilted to one side he immediately began to question his Captain. "Did he say much? The Captain commander I mean. Do you have a mission?" jumping down from his perch he found himself stood inches from captain Yukimura. It was rather strange for Shota to have someone even smaller than he, albeit by only an inch. It was especially strange considering she outranked him, Shota naturally assumed the stronger people are the bigger they are. Yet here he was, a young prodigy faced with a captain that if stacked upon each other would not even reach some of the taller Shinigami he had seen. Shota took a quick glance around Kuromi, inspecting her hands and outfit to make sure nothing was hidden, maybe a written order? Shota knew, in some deep recess of his mind that many might call sense, that standing so close to his captain for long wouldn't be a very good idea. As per usual however these kinds of thoughts didn't even cross Shota's mind and in fact his only action in response to the few seconds of silence, born from his yet unanswered question, was to push his face closer. Eye to eye he waited for his answer, or more likely his black eye.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Hozuki Roumenji Sendo Roumenji was about to head off before a Lieutenant appeared before him, half assing his bow and speaking without any type of permission given. He had sent Airi and her squad on a mission they wouldn't likely make it back from, should he do the same to this person? "My, respect seems to have gone out the window with this generation. Lieutenant, you were to report to the South Rim, not to me. I suggest you head out there immediately or risk losing all the fun" Roumenji turned around, walking towards the hallway which Akechi came from and briefly stopping to speak "And another act up like that and it'll cost you your hand. Respect the Captains, Lieutenant." He resumed his walk, his footsteps slowly fading the further he walked down the dark hallway with no clear end. At the same time, a Hellbutterfly had already been sent to Lieutenant Mirja to replace Captain Mao.</s>
<\|description\|>Mirja Eerola Appearance: Age: Looks about thirty, in human years. Acts, much less mauturely. Gender: Iron Man (Fe Male, for those without two neurons to rub together) Height: 6'2 Weight: 22 stone (308 pounds, 139 kilos) Hair Colour: Pink Eye Colour: Silver Birthday: Oct 13th Clan/Family: N/A Race: Soul Rank: Lieutenant Spiritual Energy Colour: N/A Personality: Mirja can seem rather cold and hostile towards men, but she has an inherent distrust of them, not really sure why but she does. Breasts, on the other hand, have always enamoured her. The bigger they are, the more amazed she is that they exist. She doesn't really understand much about a person's rank unless told outright that they are super Soul Reapers and need smiling at instead of glaring or oggling. She is protective of a scar starting on her forehead and running up, getting lost in her hair, and will always try to change the topic whenever she can if it is brought up. If they press the topic, and are a low enough rank, she will punch the person in the face, and if they are much higher than her, she will grab a small pouch that is always on her hip and throw it up in the air, sprinkling confetti and running away dramatically. She does actually posses a serious nature, despite what people would think of her, but she prefers not to do show it very often because it is 'boring'. Her silver eyes make her seem a lot harsher than she is, as they are set in a near-permanent scowl, that deviates completely from how she is. History: Much of Mirja's life in the Roukonga is absent, and she attributes it to the scar on her head, not sure if the two are connected, but thinking it sounds about right. In the academy, she liked making friends, and was always ready to help someone, but really struggled with her Zanjutsu lessons, and her Kido for that matter, due to her unique nature. Her form and swing style is terrible, but that didn't automatically mean she was going to lose, since her extremely dense body and terrofyingly powerful muscles could take someone out with a single swing, if she managed to hit them. She also wondered why the training swords where straight, but the full Soul Reapers got curved swords. It was mind-boggling. Curved. Swords. However, despite her failures in this area, she excelled immensely in Hoho and Hakuda, which allowed her to graduate and become a Soul Reaper, even if she didn't know what end of the man the sword went into. Of course, she grew into her role a little more as she got older, and eventually discovered that it was the pointy end that went into the man, but still never really liked using her Zanpaktou. It just didn't really feel natural. So she used her fists for everything, making rice cakes and punching people in the head. The 11th squad was perfect for her, due to her inability to use Kido, and their dislike of anyone who did use Kido. It was like a match made in punchy heaven. And so she became the Pink Chef of 11th Squad, always making Rice Cakes and other assorted goodies, while punching anyone who tried to steal her food. And a punch from Mirja was something to be frightened of. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: Anyone with boobs - good friend. Most guys - scowl-bait Other: Short Shihakusho, cuts off around the thighs, and has short sleeves, exposing as much body as it covers. Never wears shoes. Has a uniquely dense Reiryoku, imparing her ability to release Spiritual Pressure and use Kido, but granting her incredible physical fortitude and strength as a result. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Beowulf Type: Atmospheric/Melee Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: 'The night is dark, and I am scared. So scared, and alone. But I have you, so please, lend me your light, to show me the way home' Spirit Appearance(Optional): Beowulf is a massive creature, twenty foot tall and a living mountain of muscle. Massive veins of light run across his arms and legs, which end in large claws. Four wings strech out from his back, but two small to give a creature of his size flight. A large, whip-like tail sways softly behind him. He is missing an eye, and the other eye shines a deep red, combined with his massive, curved teeth make Beowulf appear extremely hostile and very intimidating. Usually standing on his legs, he sometimes goes onto all fours, to chase something down, or move his head closer to the person he is talking to. Inner world: (This gives everyone else an idea of your inner world) Sealed appearance: Wakizashi Shikai appearance: Beowulf morphs from a Wakizashi into a set of armoured gauntlets and Greaves. They both posses claws at the end, allowing for swipes as well as punches, or though the claws on the feet are harder to utilize. There are, much like Beowulf's body, veins of light running up both of them, which glow brighter under certain circumstance. They also create a small film across Mirja's eyes, protecting them from sudden flashes of blinding light. Bankai appearance: (Bankai yet to be revealed) Shikai special ability: Beowulf can suck in other things than Light, such as posionious gases in the air. However, it can't power itself with the gases, and so this power renders it intert Shikai skills: (NOTE: Seated Shinigami have up to 5 skills, Lieutenants and above can have all skills unlocked. Skills must also have cooldowns to prevent spamming) 1. Mighty Creature: Wolf of Bees: This technique takes Beowulf's Light and fills Mirja with it, strengthening her body and allowing her to move quicker than usual. However, she can not use 'Yami no Sekai' or any of it's sub-technique while using this. However, unlike 'Yami no Sekai' it does not rely on her ability to control her Reaitsu, and so is easier to use for her. (Passive, 0 CD) 2. Wolf of Bees: Concentration: This sub-technique of 'Wolf of Bees' channels the light filling Mirja's body into a certain point, further increasing the strength at the cost of lacking strength to the rest of the body. (Passive, 2 CD) 3. Titan Theft: Yami no Sekai(World of Darkness): The veins of light running across Beowulf's gauntlets and greaves glow brightly, before starting to absorb the light in the surrounding area, making a small bubble of pure darkness roughly seven feet wide. The technique forces a person - Mirja included - to use their other senses to fight, and opens up several sub-techniques at the same time. The usage of this is slightly draining on her Reaitsu, and can not be done multiple times without exhausting herself. Furthermore, a massive release of opposing Reaitsu will disrupt Mirja's control and destroy the bubble of darkness. (4 post CD, 5 post max) 4. Yami no Sekai: Keimo(World of Darkness: Enlightenment): After Yami no Sekai is used, this technique beams a blinding shaft of light, directed by Mirja's splayed palm. This technique gains effectiveness the longer the person is under the effects of it's parent technique, since the blinding light does more damage the longer the person's eyes have been exposed to pure darkness. (1 Post CD) 5. Yami no Sekai: Sentoerumo no jujihoka (World of Darkness: Crossfire of Saint Elmo) In this technique, after the usage of Yami no Sekai, the stolen light is compacted into the palms of the gauntlets, and then Mirja 'draws' a cross in the air, with the number of light photons and their frequency highly increased, pressing eight feet of light into a small cross-shaped area. Once finished, the Cross is launched in the direction of the target, setting them aflame if it hits them, with the electromagnetic energy of light being turned into thermal energy on contact. Also, on impact, the stolen light returns, which puts an end to Yami no Sekai. (0 CD, but requires Yami no Sekai to be used, so Technically 4 CD) Bankai skills: (Captains and up can only have Bankai. Note: Some Lieutenants will be able to attain a Bankai) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (Ultimate Skill) Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: (Skills that do not cause harm to an opponent) Skills & Masteries (Note: Remember that a GM can help you with the skills as it'll likely be faster and easier) Zanjutsu: Proficent Kido: N/A Hakuda: Expert Hoho: Mastery</s> <\|message\|>Kyoshi K Y O S H I S Q U A D 12 L I E U T E N A N T Kyo continued to follow her captain out of a sense of loyalty and trust that she had for the man, but even she was a little unsure about keeping secrets. Mainly because she so wanted to be prepared this time, to make sure nobody ied like before when she was the one dying because she wasn't ready! Soon enough they soon came to a stop and they were now stood outside a small village that was rather...empty looking to say the least and in turn left a rather creepy feeling behind. Following suit she moved into the house with him, only to look at the person, he was just a normal person right? Where they here to kick him out of the abandoned buildings for squtting? That seemed like a little overkill didn't it? "Umm sir?" She asked, only to get her answer why they were here as the man came charging at them! Juki was fast on the uptake and blasted him with a hado which pierced the persons head causing them to fall to the floor... "Captain?! What is going on? I think it is time you tell me!" She crossed her arms and glared at him, this was all pretty creepy, though she seemed unaffected by the person dying.</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien The guardians of Hell were upon them now. Kenshin spoke quickly, addressing anything that was said to him before by his two companions. "Yes, Eel-san. We're breaking a multitude of rules and violate a number of regulations. I knew you would not care and thus here you are..." A slight chuckle can be heard. "Rei, do your best to survive. If you die or, even worse, get trapped here, I will not be able to immediately rescue you..." Turning to face their enemies, his reiatsu output seemed to have stabilized at a healthy 45%. Some of the sinners near by were vaporized by the combined reiatsu output of all three combatants. Not paying the sinners, nor his companions really, any attention any longer, he charged head first into battle, sword in his right hand... The first guardian to arrive was aiming for Rei, the decidedly weakest link of the group. With its massive arms, and impressive speed, it skirted the other captain and aimed a straight punch at Rei, who is hopefully aware of her situation and surroundings... The second and third guardians to arrive aimed for the one-eyed captain. In a pincer formation, they charged forward, weapons outstretched in one hand and chains, coming in like whips, wrapping around with their free hand. They were aiming to immobilize the captain with their chains and then executing the intruder... The fourth and fifth guardian aimed for Kenshin. In a similar pincer formation, one guardian held its sword in its left hand the the other on its right. The guardian with the sword in its right hand came in from the right of Kenshin, and the other from the left. The right-handed sword was swung at a 45 degree downward angle. The left-handed sword was swung at a 45 degree upwards angle. The space between the two swords was approximately 2 feet across, at best... Quickly analyzing the situation, Kenshin decided that he was not going to be able to take both guardians at once. Defending would be a terrible decision as well, as the sheer size and weight behind both sword swings may very well crush both of his arms... Deciding that there was no way for the guardians to swing their giant weapons with their equally massive arms with enough speed to keep up with his above average shunpo, he started his footwork. In a flash, he reappeared in mid-air, above the downward swinging sword. As hard as he could, he roundhouse kicked the flat side of the blade with his right leg. With the follow-through motion and inertia, he swung his sword down and struck the same guardian on its shoulder plate, driving it towards the ground... (If there is anything or any motion that is unclear, please ask~) @ProPro</s>	<\|message\|>Mirja Eerola After getting totally ignored by that other guy that looked like he might be fun, Mirja was in a pout. She didn't like being ignored, and so when she was, and got into a pout, she was pretty dangerous. As anyone with nearly a ton of force in fists that wear restraints would be when they were not emotionally sound. So as she walked along, one of the Shinigami gave her an insensitive catcall, and ended up with a marble-esque fist in his face. It was only after looking at the bloody, broken form of the guy that she thought she should actually do something about it. So, picking him up as if he was less than a sack of potatoes, she carried him off to the 4th barracks, where she waltzed in casually. "Hey, anyone around? I got a guy thing person for you to do helping stuff on" she exclaimed, clearly not enthusiastic about getting medical aid for him, but just doing her part as was expected of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Yuka Mogami Appearance: Age: Appears 25 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Weight: 68kg Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Green Birthday: July 27th Clan/Family: The Mogami family is a noble house within the Soul Society, but not one of the great ones. Their only real trait of note is that the family has always upheld a strong moral code. Perhaps important enough to be heard of by highly informed individuals, but otherwise few would know of them. Race: Soul Rank: Captain, 5th Division Spiritual Energy Colour: Bright yellow Personality: Yuka is a fairly relaxed person; not much gets to her and she can tolerate all kinds of stuff from others. She likes to present herself as being approachable and open to discussion, especially in her role as captain. She isn't partial to formality, and while she won't bother stopping anyone from calling her by her rank, she encourages members of her squad to just call her by her name instead. Some think of her as being lax with her squad, but she likes to think of it as catching bees with honey rather than vinegar; she does not take a relaxed approach out of laziness but out of a belief it will create a better division in the long run. Aside from her generally relaxed persona, Yuka has a very strong moral compass. There are a number of things she has come to believe are right, and these beliefs have been moulded by her experiences. First and foremost, she cannot tolerate the needlessly cruel. She feels some among the Shinigami have developed a callous attitude towards their work, and that this is uncalled for. She believes all problems should be approached with an open mind and a little tolerance; a Shinigami that can't perform should be nurtured, not mocked. A new threat should be met with dialogue first, not immediate hostility. Yuka's moral convictions could potentially lead her to conflict with the Seireitei's authorities, but she has yet to have a notable conflict with them…yet. History: As a noble, Yuka was groomed to become a Shinigami ever since they discovered potential in her. Unlike many others, Yuka's family had always held a strong tradition of moral character that was sometimes controversial in the Seireitei. Yuka had much pride in this tradition, however, and she always maintained the Mogami code no matter where she went. Unfortunately for her, she had been slated to join the 5th Division due to the Mogami's subservient relationship to one of the other noble houses, of which one happened to be the captain of the 5th Division. This wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for this captain's character… The captain in question was a very cruel man. He had no patience for Shinigami that could not perform well, and the 5th Division had a reputation for chewing up and spitting out underperforming Shinigami within the first few days of their graduation. The captain encouraged a culture of hazing, believing that if any Shinigami had potential they would rise above the squad's harassment and become an effective member. Aside from resenting being subjected to this treatment herself, Yuka's moral compass led her to strongly object to such methods. She believed the new members could and should be nurtured to reach their potential, rather than being belittled and mocked for any lack of skill. Strangely enough, Yuka not only survived the 5th Division's hazing but also rose to the rank of lieutenant. The captain did not care that she thoroughly disagreed with his methods; he only cared that Yuka could fight well, and thus deserved the position. Yuka used her new position to try and make a change in the nature of the 5th Division. She spent much of her time intervening on the behalf of new members of the division, protecting them from the rougher elements and trying to train them on her own. Over time, her efforts led to two camps forming in the 5th Division; those centred around the captain that indulged in his cruel methods and those that had become loyal to Yuka due to her efforts on their behalf. The captain continued to ignore the fact that his personal ideology was being overruled. Perhaps as an example of his sole redeeming feature, he was tolerant of such things as long as they still produced results, and Yuka's followers did indeed produce results. One day, the division was involved in a rather large scale fight against a group of Hollows. The fighting was fierce, and many members of the division lost their lives. Yuka was isolated from the others in the fighting, and she was almost certain she would perish there. But just in the nick of time, the other members of her division came to her aid, and the squad was able to claim some measure of victory. As it turned out, their much maligned captain died on that battlefield. At the time, Yuka had assumed he simply got isolated and killed, but she later learned many of her comrades had made an active decision to rush to her aid rather than the captain's. After all this, and after Yuka developed her Bankai, it became clear who the next captain of the 5th Division would be. It has not been all too long since Yuka became captain, but in that time the face of the 5th Division has changed almost completely. No longer associated with bullying and hazing, the 5th Division has a reputation for being one of the most welcoming and relaxed divisions of the Gotei 13. Few members remain from the former captain's inner circle, and those that do have fallen from grace. Yuka has done much to try and build a division she could be proud of, and she feels there's even more to do… Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: TBD ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Raikiri Type: Elemental Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Shock 'em! Spirit Appearance: Raikiri takes the appearance of a Raiju, a mythical creature associated with thunder and lightning. Inner world: A vast mountain range with snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. Yuka always finds herself standing atop one of these peaks, looking up at Raikiri who sits atop a bank of clouds. She finds it really pretentious. Sealed appearance: Just a plain old Tanto. Shikai appearance: A gladius. Bankai appearance: Her Bankai becomes a heck of a lot more ornate looking sword with a lightning motif. Shikai special ability: Raikiri's fundamental ability is that of controlling electricity, allowing Yuka to manipulate it for the purposes of attack. Shikai skills: 1. Taser: Involves flowing an electrical current through the Zanpakuto, making every strike with the sword charged with electric energy. 2. Lightning Rod: Calls down a bolt of lightning into the Zanpakuto, which can then be directed at a target of choice. 3. Live Wire: By running her Zanpakuto along the ground, Yuka can create an electrically charged line of energy that will shock anyone that crosses it. Yuka can only create one at any time and it will only discharge once. 4. Flash Bang: Yuka's Zanpakuto can discharge a burst of bright light that can temporarily inhibit the senses of those around. This one requires at least a minute to recharge (I'm not sure what an acceptable cooldown is for this group) Bankai skills: 1. Lightning Squall: This attack unleashes a mess of lightning bolts that strike out in a random pattern from the tip of the Zanpakuto, making them hard to predict. This one requires at least half a minute to recharge (again, no idea). 2. Chain Lightning: This appears to be a normal lightning attack of the same kind performed at Shikai level, but this one is capable of threading through multiple opponents. The downside is every opponent after the first receives a lesser shock, with the 4th target getting only a mild zap. This one requires half a minute to recharge. 3. (Ultimate Skill) Thundering Roar: Yuka's ultimate technique is a charged one, as might be expected. After a minute's charge, Yuka calls down an enormous pillar of lightning. While this alone might be enough to hurt an opponent severely, the thunderclap produced from such an enormous amount of lightning is deafening and debilitating. Suffice to say even if someone wasn't hit by it, they would still have to endure some serious pain. Skills & Masteries: Zanjutsu: Expert. Yuka is no slouch with her Zanpakuto, though she cannot compare to the more masterful captains of the Seireitei. Kido: Mastered. Kido has always been Yuka's favoured method of combat, as she prefers to use long range skills and keep a distance from her opponent. Hakuda: Proficient. Hakuda has received the least amount of attention from Yuka. If she were to be disarmed and unable to use Kido, she would lose to any skilled practitioner of Hakuda. Hoho: Mastered. Yuka's preferred strategy is to keep a significant distance from her opponent, and so she heavily developed her skill in Hoho to give her the speed necessary to maintain said distance.</s> <\|message\|>Uōrokku(Warlock), Majime(Earnest. Written with the kanji for 'Fierce eyes') . Yōki, Kōunora Theme I /\|\Theme II /\|\ Theme III --- Her eyes closed, the room lined with captains in two rows, Kōunora remained silent throughout while the Captain Commander spoke. It had been a short meeting, she noted as all, but a few were dismissed. She opened her eyes, the motion of the Commander's arm, notifying her that she and Airi were to follow him. Falling into step with Airi, she let the silence hang, smiling slightly as they reached the middle of their journey to his office, having counted the seconds till the Commander spoke. Right on time, she thought with a small upwards quirk at the edge of her lips. The man had always commanded attention and respect, and Kōunora not only valued this, but quite understood why it was so. The man understood the power of silence, tone, and timing very well, in her experience, and he used this to make himself out as the most important person in most scenarios. Of course, that was not to say that he wasn't, after all the man was the Captain Commander for a reason. Noting the reason for her summoning, not to mention Airi and the others, Kōunora listened in stark silence, while Airi scratched notes into her book. So diligent, she thought to herself, having glanced at her fellow captain briefly before turning her attention back to the captain. She nodded her head as she was given her task, happy to be assigned to the same mission as her friend Yuka. As, much like Airi and her who, while not in total agreement in regards to philosophy, worked together rather well, Kōunora was friendly with the 5th division's captain. Her attention again shifting as the Commander dismissed them, she half turned to leave, before Airi's question stopped her progress. Turning back and watching with one raised eyebrow, interest in her eyes even as she considered whether or not Yuka would have questions of her own. A smile crossed her face, as she heard Airi's request, though Kōunora's attention swiftly refocused as she glanced to the Captain of the 5th division. While she had nothing to say to the Commander, perhaps Yuka-san might. As such she remained where she was, but spoke up, her voice quiet, but intense, as she spoke directly to Yuka, the tone not meant to catch the Commander's attention. "Mogami-san, do you have any requests of the Commander, or shall we get to work? I am interested to see Hueco Mundo again after so long." There she stopped, falling silent again, her gaze locked on her friend while she waited. Her red eyes were bright with focus, and sharp in their intensity. She hoped they could move on to their duties quickly. As while she did not crave conflict like perhaps Kenshin or a member of his division might, she could feel her sword spirit humming in her inner world, the sound one of anticipation. The spirit was begging to be used...and soon. With their agreement, the captain could not very well deny her zanpakuto his amusement.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Hozuki Kongkek Roumenji Sendo Roumenji stopped in his tracks, the Squad 13 Captain request to speak slightly peaking his interest. But before Roumenji could even give him permission, the Captain decided to continue to speak on their own. Such insolence. The Head Captain thought to himself, listening to the Captain with an eyebrow raised. He let out a heavy sigh "Does the new generation not know how to respect elders?" He rhetorically asked with a serious tone, his eyes glaring at the Captains's "Very well then, instead of Lieutenant Akechi you may take one of your own Squad members. But Lieutenant Manami's presence is absolutely vital tot his mission, without a Squad 12 shinigami on the squad this mission will be pointless." He turned his attention to the other two captain's who seemed to be waiting as well "Is there anything else you two will like to address?" Just like before, his tone had a bit of harshness to it. However, the tone was common with Roumenji as he always made sure to keep a distance from his subordinates to avoid any personal relationships with them.</s>	<\|message\|>Yuka Mogami Yuka had spent today's meeting somewhat wrapped up in her own thoughts. Her chief distraction was the ongoing conflict among the noble houses over the controversial proposal to change certain laws regarding Hollows and Rukongai citizens. No matter how it was dressed up in pretty rhetoric, Yuka and the rest of the Mogami family were incensed to hear that other nobles were lobbying to treat other Souls so callously. The Mogami had naturally waded in on the side of the opposition to such changes, and were often among the more vocal opponents. While Yuka would have it no other way, it still made her worry; such conflicts could easily evolve into a broader political fight between factions. A house divided could not stand, and with the increase in Hollow activity, the Seireitei could ill afford such internal weakness. Try as she might, Yuka could not think of any way the conflict could be de-escalated. Her concerns would have to wait, since it seemed she was to be sent out on assignment to Hueco Mundo. Being paired with Kounura was fair enough, but she had to wonder why they were being slapped with someone else's lieutenant. She would have expected either Karma, her own lieutenant, or perhaps Kounura's lieutenant, Kyogen. Either one would surely be better prepared to work with their superior, though Yuka was quite glad not to have Kyogen Akechi to deal with. Yuka could tolerate a great many weird and annoying personalities, but she couldn't stand someone as malevolent as Kyogen. But she wasn't the type to complain about such small concerns. She would be content in the knowledge Karma would be on hand to keep her division running in her absence at least. Yuka witnessed Airi's request to the Captain Commander. Two things went wrong here; first, it seemed she had raised the Commander's ire a touch, and she ended up freeing Kyogen from her own mission. Only shortly after Kounura had approached her, he ended up asking them directly if they had anything to say. "Ah, no sir, nothing on my end. I believe the two of us will be getting to work post-haste. Farewell, sir..." Kounura had already said she was eager to go, so Yuka assumed there would be no problem in hurrying the two of them out of the room. She didn't want to risk ticking off the Commander any more than he already seemed to be, and she didn't want to risk having Kyogen assigned to their mission. "So, Yōki; any idea where we can find this lieutenant Osaka?" Yuka knew nothing of this other lieutenant, so she could only hope either Yōki knew him or that he would find the two of them on his own.</s>
<\|description\|>Yuka Mogami Appearance: Age: Appears 25 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Weight: 68kg Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Green Birthday: July 27th Clan/Family: The Mogami family is a noble house within the Soul Society, but not one of the great ones. Their only real trait of note is that the family has always upheld a strong moral code. Perhaps important enough to be heard of by highly informed individuals, but otherwise few would know of them. Race: Soul Rank: Captain, 5th Division Spiritual Energy Colour: Bright yellow Personality: Yuka is a fairly relaxed person; not much gets to her and she can tolerate all kinds of stuff from others. She likes to present herself as being approachable and open to discussion, especially in her role as captain. She isn't partial to formality, and while she won't bother stopping anyone from calling her by her rank, she encourages members of her squad to just call her by her name instead. Some think of her as being lax with her squad, but she likes to think of it as catching bees with honey rather than vinegar; she does not take a relaxed approach out of laziness but out of a belief it will create a better division in the long run. Aside from her generally relaxed persona, Yuka has a very strong moral compass. There are a number of things she has come to believe are right, and these beliefs have been moulded by her experiences. First and foremost, she cannot tolerate the needlessly cruel. She feels some among the Shinigami have developed a callous attitude towards their work, and that this is uncalled for. She believes all problems should be approached with an open mind and a little tolerance; a Shinigami that can't perform should be nurtured, not mocked. A new threat should be met with dialogue first, not immediate hostility. Yuka's moral convictions could potentially lead her to conflict with the Seireitei's authorities, but she has yet to have a notable conflict with them…yet. History: As a noble, Yuka was groomed to become a Shinigami ever since they discovered potential in her. Unlike many others, Yuka's family had always held a strong tradition of moral character that was sometimes controversial in the Seireitei. Yuka had much pride in this tradition, however, and she always maintained the Mogami code no matter where she went. Unfortunately for her, she had been slated to join the 5th Division due to the Mogami's subservient relationship to one of the other noble houses, of which one happened to be the captain of the 5th Division. This wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for this captain's character… The captain in question was a very cruel man. He had no patience for Shinigami that could not perform well, and the 5th Division had a reputation for chewing up and spitting out underperforming Shinigami within the first few days of their graduation. The captain encouraged a culture of hazing, believing that if any Shinigami had potential they would rise above the squad's harassment and become an effective member. Aside from resenting being subjected to this treatment herself, Yuka's moral compass led her to strongly object to such methods. She believed the new members could and should be nurtured to reach their potential, rather than being belittled and mocked for any lack of skill. Strangely enough, Yuka not only survived the 5th Division's hazing but also rose to the rank of lieutenant. The captain did not care that she thoroughly disagreed with his methods; he only cared that Yuka could fight well, and thus deserved the position. Yuka used her new position to try and make a change in the nature of the 5th Division. She spent much of her time intervening on the behalf of new members of the division, protecting them from the rougher elements and trying to train them on her own. Over time, her efforts led to two camps forming in the 5th Division; those centred around the captain that indulged in his cruel methods and those that had become loyal to Yuka due to her efforts on their behalf. The captain continued to ignore the fact that his personal ideology was being overruled. Perhaps as an example of his sole redeeming feature, he was tolerant of such things as long as they still produced results, and Yuka's followers did indeed produce results. One day, the division was involved in a rather large scale fight against a group of Hollows. The fighting was fierce, and many members of the division lost their lives. Yuka was isolated from the others in the fighting, and she was almost certain she would perish there. But just in the nick of time, the other members of her division came to her aid, and the squad was able to claim some measure of victory. As it turned out, their much maligned captain died on that battlefield. At the time, Yuka had assumed he simply got isolated and killed, but she later learned many of her comrades had made an active decision to rush to her aid rather than the captain's. After all this, and after Yuka developed her Bankai, it became clear who the next captain of the 5th Division would be. It has not been all too long since Yuka became captain, but in that time the face of the 5th Division has changed almost completely. No longer associated with bullying and hazing, the 5th Division has a reputation for being one of the most welcoming and relaxed divisions of the Gotei 13. Few members remain from the former captain's inner circle, and those that do have fallen from grace. Yuka has done much to try and build a division she could be proud of, and she feels there's even more to do… Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: TBD ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Raikiri Type: Elemental Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Shock 'em! Spirit Appearance: Raikiri takes the appearance of a Raiju, a mythical creature associated with thunder and lightning. Inner world: A vast mountain range with snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. Yuka always finds herself standing atop one of these peaks, looking up at Raikiri who sits atop a bank of clouds. She finds it really pretentious. Sealed appearance: Just a plain old Tanto. Shikai appearance: A gladius. Bankai appearance: Her Bankai becomes a heck of a lot more ornate looking sword with a lightning motif. Shikai special ability: Raikiri's fundamental ability is that of controlling electricity, allowing Yuka to manipulate it for the purposes of attack. Shikai skills: 1. Taser: Involves flowing an electrical current through the Zanpakuto, making every strike with the sword charged with electric energy. 2. Lightning Rod: Calls down a bolt of lightning into the Zanpakuto, which can then be directed at a target of choice. 3. Live Wire: By running her Zanpakuto along the ground, Yuka can create an electrically charged line of energy that will shock anyone that crosses it. Yuka can only create one at any time and it will only discharge once. 4. Flash Bang: Yuka's Zanpakuto can discharge a burst of bright light that can temporarily inhibit the senses of those around. This one requires at least a minute to recharge (I'm not sure what an acceptable cooldown is for this group) Bankai skills: 1. Lightning Squall: This attack unleashes a mess of lightning bolts that strike out in a random pattern from the tip of the Zanpakuto, making them hard to predict. This one requires at least half a minute to recharge (again, no idea). 2. Chain Lightning: This appears to be a normal lightning attack of the same kind performed at Shikai level, but this one is capable of threading through multiple opponents. The downside is every opponent after the first receives a lesser shock, with the 4th target getting only a mild zap. This one requires half a minute to recharge. 3. (Ultimate Skill) Thundering Roar: Yuka's ultimate technique is a charged one, as might be expected. After a minute's charge, Yuka calls down an enormous pillar of lightning. While this alone might be enough to hurt an opponent severely, the thunderclap produced from such an enormous amount of lightning is deafening and debilitating. Suffice to say even if someone wasn't hit by it, they would still have to endure some serious pain. Skills & Masteries: Zanjutsu: Expert. Yuka is no slouch with her Zanpakuto, though she cannot compare to the more masterful captains of the Seireitei. Kido: Mastered. Kido has always been Yuka's favoured method of combat, as she prefers to use long range skills and keep a distance from her opponent. Hakuda: Proficient. Hakuda has received the least amount of attention from Yuka. If she were to be disarmed and unable to use Kido, she would lose to any skilled practitioner of Hakuda. Hoho: Mastered. Yuka's preferred strategy is to keep a significant distance from her opponent, and so she heavily developed her skill in Hoho to give her the speed necessary to maintain said distance.</s> <\|message\|>Sengoku Kaien @KabenSaal "Ahahaha, well said. Perhaps thats what I'll name this blend. Taizen Arashi, the calm storm. Per usual, you give me the best names for my blends. I've been waiting to taste your next concoction as well, whenever you feel like making it that is.." He chuckled. His fellow captain, while dutiful, have been known to be rather lax on the matter of producing quality alcohol. Kenshin, on the other hand, routinely produces some of the finest wine known to man, according to himself that is. "Well, Beowulf will have to wait. As you know, Hiryu reads him his bedtime story, not me. Right now, Hiryu is busy being a little girl and not paying attention to me. So Beowulf will have to wait." He said to his lieutenant. Usually, when she requests that there to be a bedtime story read to her zanpakuto, she is asking for a spar. Right now, Kenshin is not feeling up to it. He can, but he just doesn't want to. "Oh? So the training is all finished? Hm. It would seem I made it too easy... Is my mead ready? I want to have a taste while cooking up the next training menu. I think I'll add a 100km run to it. If you guys were able to finish the daily training regiment in the time it took me to have this meeting, it was too short....Hmmmm....." He pondered. The menu for the day consisted of 1000 practice swings for both right side and left side attacks of the sword, 1000 sword thrusts, 2000 push ups, 2000 crunches, a 25 minute shadow-spar session, 100 quick-draw practices, 2500 body weight squats, a 50km run, along with a standard warmup and cool down session. If his squad can finish the training in a few hours, either they were bullshitting during the training or it was too simple. Now, with the soul butterflies he had placed in the training grounds, he thinks it was the latter of the two situations. "In any case, I think I'll be heading back to the 11th, Eel-san, feel free to drop by whenever." He said to his fellow captain with a smile and ended with a half bow. Walking towards his barracks, he said to his lieutenant "Come along Mirja, lets go. Oh the meeting? I mean, the old man just told us that the hollow numbers were increasing and that there were incidents in the rukongai. He is sending a few people out to investigate. We're not a part of that group so we're not leaving, you hear me? " He said in a nonchalant tone. However, he expected his lieutenant to take what he said as an order, in the fact that he was not tasked with anything involving the current situation at, so his squad is to stand down for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Kyogen Akechi Kyogen Akechi, 7th division Lieutenant. Kyogen continued on his way towards the meeting place of the captains. To be honest, he was a bit excited, maybe this mission would have something that could hurt him. Kyogen wasn't battle crazy, he was a just plain crazy. He wanted to be overwhelmed in a fight, but he feared dying. It was a weird cycle. It was then another hell butterfly landed on his finger. Kyogen listened to the message, before he smashed the butterfly in his palm. A wing fell out of his fist. "They think they are pulling me off that easily? Oh no. I will do my mission, I am a loyal soul reaper, and will always get the job done. A little dangers only extra to me." With that, he hurried his pace. His 'excuse' was he never got the hell butterly. Appearing in the hall, Kyogen bowed, though as always, half mockingly. If he was lucky, he'd piss off the captain commander. "Lieutenant Akechi, reporting for duty, I just recieved orders I am to assist on a mission to the Rukongai again? Let's go on and do it then. I have no intentions of growing old." Looking around, he commented. "Seems I've missed my captain again."</s>	<\|message\|>Yuka Mogami "Lets." Yuka replied, before the two of them began on their way to the Kido corps. She was intrigued to hear that this lieutenant was apparently rivals with Majime, her former subordinate and friend. She could not remember if Majime had mentioned him before or not. In any case, she wondered if Majime would be there when they arrived. She wondered if this rivalry of his was strong enough to elicit an amusing reaction. Perhaps he would even be the one sending them all off? But then again, she couldn't imagine they would get Majime to perform such a simple task like opening the Senkaimon. She would have to see whether he would be there or not. It did not take all too long for them to arrive at the Kido corps headquarters. Once there, Yuka spied someone standing outside the building, loitering around. She decided to take a chance and guess this was the man they were looking for. "Hey, are you lieutenant Osaka?" She began, approaching him. "Ready to get to work?" When she thought about it, they had been given little information about what they were doing. The orders were "go to the Forest of Menos and meet the recon team", and that was it. Hopefully the lieutenant didn't expect any explanations from her or Kounura.</s>
<\|description\|>Mori No Hanran { Rebel of the Forest } " Maleficent. " There is an evil in this world, hatred and betrayal. And I cannot keep you from it. " Curious little Beastie. " TYPE: Katana / Plant Type SHIKAI RELEASE COMMAND: Awaken SPIRIT APPEARANCE: Mori takes the form of a slender and quaint woman with long, flowing hair. She adorns high cheek bones, and feathery wings that is crow-like in appearance, having spikes at the tip top of the wings. A trait which tends to cast her aside however is her black horns above her head which curve slightly at the top. Her appearance almost seems angelic, and eloquent however she personally despises the horns on her head as well as the spikes on her wings.wip Inner world: Kuromi's inner world takes the form of a grassy area filled with plants and large waterfalls which crash slowly, almost fairytale-like in appearance one can say. The main setting is made up of large smooth stones as well as the roots of trees and their branches forming a sort of walkway or path to the main platform over the water located at the center. It appears almost like an outdoor throne and it is normally always sunny and warm in her innerworld. However in times of distress, this inner world becomes dark and dreary, to which all the plants begin to wilt and the flowering trees turn into large tendril-like branches lined with deadly thorns. Sealed appearance: Mori { Zanpakuto } takes the form of a katana with a dark green hilt and a decor with gold tree branches on it and thorns around the vines of the flowers. It also looks like if focused enough on the handle a dragon on one side fighting against a soldier (play pretend...); Referencing two of it's abilities. Shikai appearance: Bankai appearance: Shikai special ability: In particular, Kuromi's zanpakuto, Mori, is able to control plants as well as construct things out of plants. Shikai skills: 1. Bokyaku no Kemono (Beast of Oblivion): The 3rd captain is able to summon a large beastly creature constructed of plants in order to attack her opponents. However the use of her zanpakuto is prohibited, thus she solely relies on it's speed and her hand movements. The beast follows the motions of its master's hands, as well as her eye's as to where he must attack. Similar to the army she summons with her bankai, the beast dissipates into the ground and around after thrashing itself, before reappearing from another angle/spot. Her Shikai relies on eyesight personally, because if her opponent manages to come close to her and she finds that she cannot catch her opponent with the beast, Kuromi needs to see physically in order to dismiss the beast temporarily and use her zanpakuto physically for combat. Timing and sight are important. 2. TBA Bankai skills: 1. Ibara no yōen'na mori (Bewitching Forest of Thorns): This tactic turns a certain mile of landscape into a large 'forest' which is full of thorns. It is hardly used by Kuromi due to how much reiatsu it takes from her as well as how much damage within the landscape it can cause sometimes however, upon being released the 'forest' entraps her and her opponent together to the point where nothing comes in or goes out. It's normally easier on any platform of land, however it is possible to create a ball out of the thorns as well in the air; Though this method drains her much more quickly. Once trapped inside, it leans more towards Kuromi's advantage as she is able to control whatever is within her forest. This includes controlling the tendrils of thorns from the barrier for only 7 minutes, to which she uses wisely and tactically in terms of catching her victim within the tendrils and crushing/slicing them altogether once she becomes apparently triumphant. To put it simply, if you're trapped in her forest, it's more of a cruel game of torture than a battle. 2. Mitsute Rareta Guntai (Forsaken Army of Obliteration): Kuromi pierces the ground and an army made from the earth/Forest of Thorns is created. This strictly works when she's on land though rather than air and she herself cannot be touched unless she deems personal protection unnecessary. If touched, Woodland Creatures or hand-like things will come up from around her in order to crush the one who dares touches her before disappearing back into the ground. The downside to this bankai is that it's more efficient on land, and she can only summon a certain amount of soldiers at once due to their large size (only about 7). Normally they don't attack as an army lined up, rather they tend to dissipate and reappear as a way to confuse their target and work together, each attacking in a certain way separately seeing as she can only summon them one at a time in a sense. A way to stall them would be that once a sort of 'pattern' of how they attack is figured out or method they're using to take the target down, is to hit them where a rose is located on their figure: If a rose is on their chest, neck, back, etc. They're often hidden within the woodland creatures yet slightly seen through the moss and bark they're made of. Though depending if the game goes in her favor, she is able to use them all at once to win despite how much reiatsu it may cost her. It is important to know that they do not only take the form of human-like creatures, but she is also not limited to shifting their appearance into beast-like creatures (such as wolves/canine-type monstrosity). She claims the limited amount of time is 5 minutes to control the army, however she is able to control them for 10 solid minutes. If she desires the army to take the form of animals, the seventh will always be the one in hiding in the form of a raven or rabbit rather than a large predator. Kill the raven or rabbit, and she can no longer keep them in their animalistic forms. Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills:</s> <\|message\|>Mirja Eerola @Killbox Mirja pouted playfully as she was thrown off the Captain with more force than most would use on any save their enemies. But Mirja was used to it, after all she did need a lot more force than most for her to even notice someone was trying, which led to a distinct lack of holding back whenever she was involved. The reason for her pouting became clear a few seconds later as she rose from the ground and set her silver eyes on Her Captain. "Captain~ You failed! If I was really kicking you, your head would have asploded, and nobody can live without their head. One must always have toes and assume their attacker can cause serious injury"she lectured, a coy smile and a stern glare sending mixed messages, but then she was always glaring, so maybe not so much for people who knew her. It then because a monkey-esque grin when he mentioned the training, a usual tick when she was planning to lie, or not tell the truth about something. "I did the training. Everyone is exhausted, so I thought I'd come see if you were done yet. Beowulf wants you to read him a bed time story" She was, as usual, shifting the topic with some nonsensical comment, since obviously it wasn't bed time yet. Mirja then waved at Unagi, and wondered if she should tell him about the galley on his ship being filled with food-shaped crap. She could hardly work with what he had on board, and it was annoying. But, it seemed a thing for later, and instead she anwsered his sleeping thing. "Nope. Sleep is sacred. It mustn't be disturbed by anyone except those who get their balls frozen to a large block of ice, and then said block thrown off a cliff" She had such a graphic mind, made even more fun by the cutie way it was delivered. At least, with the Captains she knew. With others....she wasn't so fun. "And anyway, I'm bored! Everything goes poof when I punch it, and I haven't even took my Fores off!" She exclaimed, brushing a hand through her hair, said Fores in clear view. Designed to reduce callatoral damage when she was doing anything at all - control came slow and hard to her - the Fores absorbed and dispursed kinetic energy as it was channeled though her arms, making every punch weaker than it could be, to prevent accidental deaths, and daily masonary work from being enacted. Despite their name and location, it affected all of her body, not just her fists, which was good, because she liked kicking people. "So, what was the meeting about?"</s> <\|message\|>Xie \| Nicknames: Blindside \| Age: Twenty four \| Gender: Female It was a bright day as far as anyone else was concerned, however for those visually challenged by the lack of optical orbs, eyes as the rest the rest of soul society and humanity called them. Xie wandered around the world in darkness, the only color she knew since her origin story being the sanguine fluids that now were her portal into this world. However, that luxury came at a cost, a blood cost which was paid each time to see the crimson world. The woman honestly had lined up for today but there did appear to be a large group meeting in the main district which all of the captains had been gather. Sighing she realized this meant all her worthy adversaries were probably caught up in the talks which meant it would only be seated squadron shinigami to meet in combat with. Standing her ground she began to cast her eyeless gaze toward a baron section of the district before catching a few sounds of others talking. Xie never appeared even when asked to in her formal kimono as she now stood there her hands outright before her feeling the stone walls of the building. Instead in her rebellious phase she wore a black dress and stocking to still blend with the monochrome pattern of soul society, it helped mask the blood stains. "I have to admit after all these years it still more comforting to have on hand on the wall even if I do know this city like the back of my hand." She laughed at this remark as she didn't even know what the back of her hand looked like as she never thought to smear her own blood on her pale skin. As she stopped in the middle of the street she let out a rather stunted sigh arching her neck and back so it would seem like her covered face would be cast to the sky in contemplation. Her scarred tissue covered by the ebony cloth she had wrapped not twice but thrice. Xie heard a few feet up above her as she now imagined someone was on the roof the spiritual pressure of someone she hadn't conversed with openly or much in that regards. Leaping up from her grounded state she now perked her ears and rested a hand on her hilt as she pointed her face in Mirja's direction. "You have not seen the Lieutenant or Captain of second Division around have you?" She said rather solemnly not intending to strike up a longer conversation she was in search of either of these two individuals and neither of them had been in the barracks of Second division that or maybe they were standing quite still and masking their presence she hated it when people did that it was inconsiderate as she never could see people in plain site.</s>	<\|message\|>Mori No Hanran { Rebel of the Forest } K U R O M I Y U K I M U R A Silence... For a moment, there was an absence of sound within the assembly hall of captains. In this very area of two rows before the Head Captain Sendo, the main 13 captains and lieutenants of the Soul Society had stood face to face with one another, side by side next to each other. On this very day, it was clear that this sort of quietness was more apparent than it usually was. Perhaps it was out of politeness, perhaps it was to show discipline, Perhaps it was the ongoing tension underlying within some captains. Not a single word, let alone even a single breath had been exchanged amongst each other it seemed. Stubbornness, nobility, arrogance, even boredom or simply going on with the day -- here on this day most seemed to be at the edge one way or the other. No one had seemed to speak a word about anything, and there was some sort of strained tension in the air. This tension was surely not apparent, however it was there and subtly known {especially among the Noble families} and finally a booming voice without effort had seemed to snap the divided captains out of their strained silence. It was the Head Captain himself, averting everyone's attention to his voice. On one side stood a woman with her hands folded behind her back. Golden locks of hair framed around her angular face, and per usual her expression was neutral and dull as if nothing seemed to interest her in particular. Kuromi's hands were folded behind her back, a usual posture she took which meant nothing in particular, and her eyes slowly rolled off to the side -- eyeing not the man who spoke but rather the space behind her. Despite the voice of Sendo alerting everyone, her gaze had shifted over her shoulder momentarily before choosing to slowly look back at the main speaker of importance. Already, she had mentally reminded herself of her lieutenant, a child who was also a warrior and pondered for a moment while staring ever so slightly at Sendo, listening to only what stuck out as important. Because his voice was so casual despite being stern, she naturally assumed that there was simply nothing to discuss. "... We will no longer sit idly by as we let the hollow's do as they please. With that, this Captain's meeting concluded for the Captains except for Captain Yoki, Captain Mogami, and Captain Mao. Otherwise, the rest of you are dismissed to continue your duties." Of course, after all the situation had been discussed countless of times from what Kuromi had gathered. Once dismissed, she was the last to move from her spot as her 'curiosity' had been piqued only for a moment. She took a few steps from her spot, walking towards the exit before slowly coming to a stop and listening in on the head captain for a moment as everyone else interacted while they were dismissed. "Let us continue this conversation elsewhere" she heard, her lips only curving into a sneer of amusement. It wasn't even a sneer which displayed a troubling suspicion, but rather a true smirk of amusement. She was entertained that few of the other captains had been pulled aside, and with those words from the head captain she concluded that her eavesdropping was surely not needed for this case indeed. After all in the end, the woman would find out one way or another, however it seemed as though it was a strict case and thus she decided not to dabble in on it as of now. Seeing as nothing needed to be fulfilled, Kuromi wondered for herself what should be done as she randomly began to walk around the boardwalks, zigzagging a few corners and even circling around an area at one point. The woman had this peculiar habit of exploring without a thought, something which was deliberate. She enjoyed exploring without thinking, it always lead her somewhere new and sometimes even sparked interesting conversations with anybody who just happened to come her way, so it was hard getting a proper hold on the female captain without knowing her whereabouts but never too stressful. A sigh of exasperation escaped her lips. Who was she to pester in the meantime? Everyday was such a bore-chore to her, and per usual she was always diligent enough to finish all sorts of tasks and paperwork as soon as possible. This had caused a great amount of free time, at least a little more than what the usual captains would have in their busy schedules and the blonde stood there with a rather blank expression.</s>
<\|description\|>Takahashi Kaede Appearance: Age: Physically looks like 17; 217 Gender: Female Height: 5"6 Hair Colour: Medium Brown Eye Colour: Amber Birthday: July 14 Clan/Family: No clan Race: Soul Rank: 9th Squad 3rd Seat Spiritual Energy Colour: Black Red Personality: She is a little reserved. She doesn't like to show much weakness to those the she doesn't know well and also have a lower rank than her, most especially the recently graduated shinigami. She loves to size them up once they first join the squad. But she usually warms up to them once she feels that she can already trust them to an extent. Normally, she is a friendly person and would gladly help people. IF they need it for good reasons, not like useless parties or whatever. However, she doesn't like being pushed over nor does she like being dismissed or ignored easily as if she was thin air, but never shows it in public. If she is annoyed or angry, she would keep it to herself for now, put on a cool face, and glare at the offending person. That is, if she was in public. Once she is alone, she would let loose all her anger and frustrations to training. Or practicing her hakuda or zanjutsu. She values trust, respect, and friendships the most. Out of everything. She respects her superiors and wouldn't go out of her way to anger them on purpose, but she wouldn't fail to defend the people she cares about if she believes that her superiors are in the wrong. Unless it's Central 46 because that's a different story altogether. But that doesn't mean that she would try to help them in any way she can. In regards to friendships, she isn't one to consistently prod people for information. She is patient and would until that person is ready to spill the beans. Her motto is "Treat others the way you want others to treat you." That's basically the reason for almost everything she does. You treat her with respect and kindness, she'd do the same to you. You punch her or backbite her, she'd do the same to you. Of course, there are always some exceptions to that, mainly her enemies, people she despises, and those of higher rank than her. She is also ambitious and a little arrogant at times. She gets caught up in her victories too much, but is usually brought down to earth when she eventually gets defeated or she had an unsuccessful mission. She strives to defeat her own captain and be one herself, for many reasons. Both selfish and unselfish reasons. She can be adventurous, especially when she is curious about something. History: She doesn't remember anything from when she was still alive, aside from her name, so there's not much story to tell from before she arrived in Soul Society. She just woke up, physically looking one or two years younger, in District 14 in West Rukongai, lying on a bed. She found out that a couple in their middle ages found her on the ground and took her in. As she was staying with them, she often helped them in house chores to repay for their kindness. Though District 14 wasn't that dangerous compared to others, one still has to be cautious. It isn't that clean and well-kept, and at times, food is scarce, with the prices of food from vendors going up, and they would usually have to steal lest they want to starve. During those times, she, along with her small group of friends, would form plans to steal some food from the vendors. She would usually be the one who steals, while the others distract. They were usually successful, as only two of them needed to eat, and vendors became wary of them. She considered herself to be lucky with her family and friends. Then she found out about the Shinou Academy and decided she wanted to be a shinigami, mostly to give her family a better life and also because she learned that the need to eat was a sign of having spiritual energy. One of her friends tagged along with her and they both applied for the academy, but only Kaede passed. Her friend left while she stayed. So she studied there, occasionally visiting District 14. But during one time she went back on her second year, only to find out the village was attacked by a hollow. Her foster mother and her friends were some of the casualties, leaving only her father. After that, she practiced a lot, trying to hone her skills to a higher level, which is why her goal is her captain. Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings: 1. Foster Father - Miyazaki Noboru 2. Foster Mother(Deceased) - Miyazaki Hina 3. Friends in Rukongai (All Deceased) -Okura Yuro -Akamine Hikari -Hoshino Eiji -Akamine Kazuki Other: She was once in Squad 4 for about more than a decade to learn Healing Kido before transferring to her current squad. ~Zanpakuto~ Zanpakuto name: Shadow Hunter (Kage no Hanta) Type: Dark/Shadow-Type Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Hide from plain sight Spirit Appearance: TBA Inner world: Kaede's inner world is a big rocky mountain range. The mountains almost reach the clouds and there are also some hidden caves in some of the mountains. Below the mountains are lakes and grass, though they are sparse as the mountains are very close and almost right next to each other. Sealed appearance: Katana with a dark red hilt and black tsuba with red spiral designs on it Shikai appearance: Standardly, it's similar to its sealed state except that the blade is darker in color, turning into a dark grey, and there's some engravements on it. However, she can change the blade to any length, making it shorter or longer, but if she made it longer, it gets heavier. Bankai appearance: N/A Shikai special ability: She now has some control over shadows. She can conjure anything from the shadows. She can also hide by manipulating them around her (or any target) so that she can blend in them. She can do this with other people, not just herself. And if she wanted to, make them surround her, but that's hard work and tiring. Shikai skills: (I'll have to think of some names for them. And I might think of some more skills, but for now that's it.) 1. A shadow blade would appear from any shadow available and strike the opponent, but it only goes in a straight line so if dodged, there's nothing she can do but dissipate the sword and conjure a new one. And she can only form one at a time. If there is one already, she would have to dissipate it before forming another one. 2. She can form a bunch of tiny shards to aim at her opponent. They're easier to form than the swords and faster too, but in terms of damage, it only makes small cuts and can be more of a nuisance to more powerful beings. In speed, it's quick to move in the air. And it's not a lot, so she can't exactly form a tornado out of it. 3. With the shadows surrounding her target, she can make them sleepy, causing them to pass out for a while. The amount of spiritual energy she would spend depends on how long she wants it to last and the amount of spiritual energy her target contains. For those of a captain level though, she can only make them drowsy at the most. 4. 5. 6. Bankai skills: 1. N/A 2. N/A 3. N/A 4. N/A 5. (Ultimate Skill) N/A Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills: In Shikai (above): 1. Making the opponent fall asleep Skills & Masteries Zanjutsu - Near Expert Kido - Master Hakuda - Proficient Hoho - Expert</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar The meeting hadn't gone as smoothly as Jynmi expected. In fact, other than the head captain's decision of taking aside a few select individuals for the special assignment, there hadn't been a point to it all. Once the head captain had his say everyone just sort of divided up into their own little pairings and groups. The only real point shared with the rest involved the hollows and that wasn't news to anyone. It was agitating to say the least, but captain Imsar decided not to let it bother him, or at least he decided to try not to let it get the better of him. Rationalizing things usually helped. He'd known the head for some time now, and the man had never been one to do things without a reason. Of course, this knowledge didn't change how pointless what was going on seemed to him. Jynmi gritted his teeth, and paused before making his exit in an attempt to figure out who would be the best person to know what was going on. Usually members of the 6th or 12th divisions had a good idea of what was going on. Maybe, that would be the way to go about it? As he stepped out into the bright day captain Malmshode's hands were clasped behind his back, as they tended to do whenever he was deep in thought. It was tempting to use shunpo and reach his division hq as quickly as possible, but currently he couldn't see the point. There wasn't much going on at the moment, and he did his best thing during a normal walk. "So, a walk it shall be" he said to nobody in particular. He got a few steps away from the barracks when the sight of his second in command caught his eyes. "Oh!" He called, walking over towards to the young woman. "Ryuga, funny seeing you here. Is everything alright back at the hq?"</s> <\|message\|>Hayato Ryuga Reila pulled out a turquoise colored pocket-watch while waiting on the captain. The object itself wasn't special by any means but based on the tender facial expression she wore while tinking with it suggested otherwise. "I can't wait for the day when I make you run around like a beheaded snake." Reila's face darkened as each and every word left her lips. The old fashioned watch began to seemingly be crushed under the pressure of the lieutenant's hands, causing the watch to create a small but desperate scream for survival in the form of a cracking sound. This plea for Reila to halt was naturally ignored, since she was too fixated on picturing her target squealing in extremely violent ways to realize what she was actually doing. "Oh!" He called, walking over towards to the young woman. Reila's face quickly returned to normal as her captain quickly approached. "Ryuga, funny seeing you here. Is everything alright back at the hq?" She stared blankly at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Wellllll everything is pretty much good except for some training problems. Right after you left, I began to train the rookies in combat but they don't seem to be catching onto it very well." Reila snuck her cracked pocket-watch back into her pockets as she continued. "Now I could've probably made them more familiar with our fighting techniques and workout regimen but I had paperwork, so I left it in some of the higher seated member's hands. I was going to go back the second I was done but I got word that some late entries were coming in and I figured that we could tackle it together!!! Besides, them having the opportunity to meet their captain on Day one would be quite the welcome." She noted while trying to hold in a smile.</s>	<\|message\|>Takahashi Kaede 3rd Seat Takahashi Kaede Kaede was out delivering some papers for a different division. As soon as she handed them, she gave a quick smile and left, brisking walking back to the 9th Division. She sat down on the ground for a few minutes and sighed. It's hard with most of the captains and lieutenants going off on missions. Now she was stuck here, having to deal with all the training and stuff. And the printing, gosh. The other seated members were helping, thankfully, so she didn't have to deal with everything. Though it was nice to feel like the boss as she was temporarily in charge of the squad until the captain and Lieutenant Kimashi comes back. After a moment's rest, someone called her out, yelling for her to go back in. "Oh dear," she sighed. She wished she could go with them on the mission. It's been a while since she had been assigned one. But at the same time, she didn't want to. They haven't even left Sereitei yet, but there's already a thick stack of paperwork waiting for them on their desks. She could only imagine how much it would pile up if they were absent for a few days. Disastrous. Kaede and the rest of them would probably help a little with those that didn't need the captain's signature or where needed soon, but it's the end of the school year in the Shinou Academy, and they'd have to get the newly grads accustomed in the division and start training them. And her yearly tradition too. She was finished with some of them, probably about half of them from the number of names she saw on the list. Oh so many things to do, she wouldn't be able to squeeze in some training for herself. She broke out of her counting when someone called her again. "I'll be there in a moment," she called back. She shunpoed inside and stopped just right beside her fellow 5th Seat and facing him. The room silenced almost immediately. Glancing at the corner of her eye, she could see some trainees jump at her sudden appearance, which made her slightly smirk. She looked back at him."So what's in it for today?" He answered her. "It's zanjutsu." She faced the trainees and saw their asauchi out. "Oh, I see. Continue now," she waved her hand. "Paperwork and the newspaper," he said to her. She quickly understood and left.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Why are you fightened ?" Madawc asked. "There aren't any creatues dangerous to us in these forests. I have to know since I basically live there." As Xavier accelerated, he tried to keep up with him. The emphasis clearly was on the word 'tried' as he wasn't that successful with it. He started to fall behind. "Wait for me" Madawc called shortly after they had hit the main road. Then there was a thump approaching Xavier's ears from behind. The horse Madawc had been riding on just seconds before now was getting up again without any trouble, but the demonically infested man lay right in the dirt, his back hurting and presenting an amusing scene to each and every bypasser. It hadn't really thrown him off, it had rather collapsed beneath him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xaiver let out a soft moan stopping himself form moving his horse anymore,Turning his head to see the demonic man fallen over and on the ground along with his steed.Getting off his own horse and helping the man onto his feet brushing the dirt form the body making sure that he was okay. The blonde haired man moaned once more getting the man to his feet hoping that the man was not injuries or had broken any bones.Xavier knew a little bit of bandaging people.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc thanked Xavier for helping him up, though it had looked more like Xavier pulling himself down. "It collapsed. Please help me get my armor off, I hope it can carry my bodyweight alone without struggling too much." He felt embarrassed and it was quite obvious that he did so. "When we're in Meche I'll search for something better." Without his armor, he was indeed pretty vulnerable. Luckily this was the main road, so nothing really dangerous to expect.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did as he asked removing the armor of the man blushing a little form seeing his body,Although that could not be seen because he had his helmet still on.After removing his armor the mute man handed him a piece of parchment with something written on it,"Is their a way to store your armor on your horse or are you leaving it behind?" Was what was written on the parchment paper.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc raised an eyebrow. "Leave it behind ? I'd rather walk before doing that!" he answered decisively. He started thinking and looking around if he had got any ropes or something with him to tie the armor to the saddle. He hadn't. So he placed it loosely across the saddle, hoping that it wouldn't drop down too often. He had two horses, one would only carry the armor and his weapons and one would carry him. He tensed his legs, then jumped so he could get onto its back without having stirrups. Certainly Xavier wouldn't have any of his problems, as just by looking at him Madawc could see that he was so much more lithe tham him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Soon enough the two started to move on their very quiet journey,When they finally arrived at the capital of Meche a city called Ja'rel that was not as large as the capital of Bravado and not as clean and fancy as it but was good enough.The young mute made his way towards the palace of the king hoping that he would not be angry for Xavier being late or was just a anxiety that he was having. Walking though the city their was many prying eyes mostly towards Xavier who was wearing his scare yet impressive armor.Some turned their heads some where even looking at Madawc strangely.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was glad that Xavier, or better what he was wearing, was attracting pretty much all of the attention. It had been so long since he had been in such a buzzing town. That explained why he had no idea where the young man was actually heading to. Things had changed, the demon-man had no idea about the current roster of kings, lords and nobles and even less about where they lived. However it didn't take that long until the pompous building came into his view. "Erm... Xavier ? You do indend going in there ? Perhaps then I should be waiting outside for you ?" There were plenty of taverns around here, and he had some coins left in his pockets. And the architecture itself was literally bombarding him with opportunities to investigate and be astonished.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier just nodded his head thinking that he could head inside and give the message before heading back to meet with him,Letting out a soft moan before heading towards the luxurious building in front of them where the king lived.Soon enough Xavier was inside of the building leaving his horse waiting outside. Heading into the foyer before long being lead into the building bowing to the king who was a jolly looking man nodding back at the young man with a smile. Business then was conducted as Xavier gave the king the letter who looked over at it then looking at the council around him."Very good...good to know that your king is not as greedful as i thought" The king spoke which made Xavier scold the man form behind his helmet. The king had asked him to stay in the castle since it had been a long ride for him but the mute humbly refused since his friend was waiting for him and he wanted to stay with his friend to keep him company."How nice.." The king muttered while the others in the council were gossiping like midwives. After their conversation the mute warrior was sent away and meet with Madawc at the local inn.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was sitting on a chair with his feet resting on another. In front of him on the table was a really big meal composed of meat, bread and a bit of wine. Apparently he was enjoying the sun touching his skin - there wasn't that much of it in the woods. He waved at Xavier and pointed at another chair. When the young man was close enough so he hadn't to speak loudly all across the place, Madawc started talking: "So... was your audience a success ?" He took another large bite of his meal, leaning back lazily in his chair. He wondered if it would be too indiscreet to ask about the circumstances. "And what are you gonna do now ?" It would've been a bit of a shame to loose contact to him already.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier took a seat beside the pudgy man looking over at the meal with some disgust because of now much their was,Taking off his helmet placing it on the table beside him.He ordered some milk for himself form the bar maid who nodded and went to get his order,Writing down something on a piece of parchment and handing it to his companion. "I am going to head back to Bravado to receive my reward,But i don't know if my king will have a job for you" Was what was written on the parchment as the barmaid came by with the cold glass of milk which the mute took a drink of.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier looking disgusted didn't go unnoticed. "Why are you looking the way you are looking ?" Madawc asked straightforwardly. He continued eating at a rapid rate, his chair creaking when he got his feet off the other. "Hm. Perhaps I'll just follow you and give it a try. Don't have that many friends around. But give me a few hours to look around here first, please."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned softly like he wanted to apologize for the look but couldn't say it,Quickly writing something like he was in a hurry handing it to Madawc."I did not mean to offend you i apologize,Well you can come with me to Bravado if you want too" Was what was written on the parchment. The young mute took another sip of his glass of milk looking at the ground in shame.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc read the parchment and laughed as he finally understood why Xavier had been looking this way. "Oh, you didn't really offend me. I was just wondering..." He looked at his meal and then at his belly. "I haven't always been pudgy, but the demon part in me is hungry like hell." He tried to give the young man an encouraging gesture. "Perhaps I should walk while you ride along. What do you think ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something else on the parchment making a quick note that he would need to buy more parchment and ink,"Well i didn't want to be rude and have you be angry at me. Im pretty skinny so i will need to build muscles for my body,You can walk with me if you like i would like that alot" Was what was written on the piece of paper. The mute was now looking down at the now empty glass of milk,Meanwhile a group of merc came into the bar taking a seat on a table across the room that would have a view of the two.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh... well... yeah perhaps it would be better if you get a bit beefier. But that will take time. I've got a significant advantage as I'm..." He noted the group of persons looking like mercenaries too late. He continued to whisper, but the fact that he had started the sentence using a normal voice and then had continued it whispering would be suspicious by itself. "Well you know what I am." Madawc pushed himself out of the chair, giving Xavier a subtle sign to follow him. "I don't know if you want to become so bulky as I am. With my belly added to that I'm weighing almost 300 pounds." He started adding up the money he had left in his mind, estimating if it could suffice to buy a really strong horse if he would manage to sell the two he had.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier pit down some gold pieces onto the table to pay for his glass of milk and heading out the bar looking at the mercs staring at them.He had a bad feeling about them they could be people who are trying to hurt him in someway,Pulling his helmet back on his head as he walked outside hoping the mercs did not follow them. Instead they got knights dressed in white standing across form them,"Stop right there...i need you two to speak to the High Councilor Marcus...he has a job for you two" The leader of the white knights wearing what seems like feathers on the sides of the leader's helmet.Also telling form the voice the two could tell the leader was a woman.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc stopped abruptly, darting a glance at Xavier that was virtually asking a single question: 'What now ?'. Then he spoke to the woman directly: "What kind of job is this ? And who's Marcus and who are you ?" He really didn't like the word 'need'... it sounded like 'must'.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "My name is Arella of The Holy Order Of The Red Doves...and to answer your second question High Councilor Marcus is one of the advisory of the king.He is wanting to speak to you personally about this important job" The woman identified as Arella was speaking in a commanding tone of voice.The way she was saying it sounded like a command with her guards standing right behind her. Xavier nodded seeing since it was someone of power in Meche wanting his help them he would gladly help,Since doing this also will give some gratitude form Meche to Bravado.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc didn't like the tone this woman was speaking with, but given the presence of her many guards it was better not to complain about that loudly. Another thing he didn't approve of. The demon-man glanced at Xavier, seeing his nodding. So he agreed to this ? Then he would as well, at least ror the moment. It could not hurt to listen what these Red Doves had to offer. "So... let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier followed behind the woman thinking that this job would be a good thing for Bravado since this would build a better relationship with the Meche king.Following her to a luxurious mansion being lead into the foyer and having them wait in the foyer while Arella fetches Marcus. Soon enough they we're then lead into a grand dining hall where Marcus was sitting down eating lunch smiling at the two wanting them to sit down beside him."Come come sit down i need to speak to you about the task,Would you like anything to eat?" He said to the two of them sipping form his mug.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Erm... no." Madawc was a bit bashful when he answered the question. Hell if he had known that he wouldn't have spent his precious money on having his big meal in the tavern. He looked around: The building was impressive, so this Marcus who owned it apparently really was someone very important. The demon-man turned to Xavier. "Help me get myself strapped into my armor again. Just in case..." Madawc had carried the thing all the way with him so noone could steal it.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did as his companion said quietly putting on his armor and wit his eyes still on the Marcus,After he did this he moved away form Madawc nodding his head letting out a soft moan as if he was apologizing for not speaking to the high councilor right away. "It is quite fine,Well what this job entails is that i need you two to kill a foul beast that has killed many of my men and have stolen Meche women for what reason i fear to tell..." The high councilor said looking down at his mug of wine drinking the last of the contents inside."I will show where these vile creature lives so you can cut off their heads..." The councilor said looking at the two of them with anger and hatred in his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik With his armor back on his body Madawc felt a bit more secure. Not that he really expected something bad to happen, but butter safe than sorry. He didn't sit down as he just wasn't in the mood for it right now. He wanted to be ready. When Marcus had finished presenting the mission, Madawc was a bit perplexed. "Hold on, wait a minute.... You said this beast has already killed many of your men and you are expecting us two to kill it ? What else do you know about the creature except for its dwelling place ? And... sorry that I ask, but why have you selected us ?" The demon-man didn't point it out directly, but there was one thing that really kept his mind busy: He was a total newcomer in this town and yet, after not even a few hours, he was selected for such a mission by someone he didn't know.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I apologize...but i have heard of a strong Bravado warrior...and i know that if you helped me with this task then the king will recognize this as a act and will strengthen the bond between Bravado and Meche" Marcus said looking over towards Xavier."And i have heard that a man demon has killed many and i can pay you with enough gold to help you in your..life" He added now looking over towards Madawc. The mute man nodded thinking that he would be glad to do this to help their countries relationships.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Now Madawc got significantly more aggressive, but it was rather uninteded. Just learning that there already was a second person that just knew apparently everything about him was kinda frustrating. "How the hell do you know ?" he asked straightforwardly, approaching Marcus by a few steps.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Hm..uh..i found out form the the tales you have not made your presence that secret.." Marcus said now backing into his seat form Madawc stepping towards him. Xavier moaned softly rubbing the demon man's arm like he was trying to clam him down and telling him not to be anger with the high councilor.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc gnarled a bit, but calmed down when he felt what Xavier was attempting. There was indeed no point in starting an argument here. It did just really piss him off that this vital information was spreading so fast... A few seconds later, having taken a deep breath and not said a word, the demon-man continued to talk in a much calmer tone again: "So... are there any other hints you can give is about the creature ? Perhaps something like how to fight it the most effectively ? Any weaknesses ? And how far away is it ?" He also was interested in the payment, but first he wanted to get an idea how the job could actually be done.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well the last location of where the monster could be is in a the old coal mine northwest of here,Well when my solider was fighting the creature found that fire is something that monster is scared of..." Marcus said looking at his plate before looking up at the two men in front of him. "The cavern is a 427 paces form this castle,And i don't know how much my men have injured it but it might have recovered" Marcus said looking over at the two.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "427 paces ? So we're basically almost there." He glanced at Xavier, asking: "So should we just go there right now ?" The prospect of that creature being vulnerable to fire did cast a slight grin on his face. That was something he could serve with...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head thinking that they should get rid of this creature as soon as they can,Marcus thanked them and telling them that they could be given enough supplies to kill the beast.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc nodded towards Xavier, indicating that he wanted to head out immediately. He felt that it was unnecessary to waste any more time and that he was prepared. "Let's pick up the supplies then and go." The bulky and pudgy demon-man turned around and accelerated. He pushed the door open and held it there to allow Xavier to go through first.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier slowly walked out first waiting for Madawc to caught up with him,He didn't have much to buy for supplies expect maybe a some food and rope or tools for the journey.Perhaps he would get some wood, rags and some flint to make fire to fight the creature.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The journey to the beast's cavern was uneventful. Something that probably had something to do with the fact that it was a distance of no more than about 400 paces. The cavern itself was quite impressive. There was no light except for the torches, but one could just feel that the floor was almost flat and slippery. There was a huge amount of rather thin stalactites growing from the ceiling, but only a few, but way thicker stalagmites rising from the ground. It was a kinda odd thing. They were standing in a large hall of some sort, wide and very high, at least for a cavern. Madawc drew his hammer. They now were pretty much inside the beast's lair. The question was... "Who goes first and who goes behind ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and was now walking in front of Madawc taking the lead and wanted his companion to take the rear.Walking down the damp cavern pulling out his massive sword that was much bigger then his whole body.He could hear the water drops into a puddle that echoed though out the cave. He could also smell something gross something that made him cover his nose slightly with his hand.He couldn't wait to kill this beast and be done with this horrid place.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc started to smell the smell, too. "I assume it's the remains of the beast's victims. Let's just hope we won't be added to the heap." He wasn't afraid. Demons just did't tend to be. However he was clever enough to beware of underestimating what could be in here. He didn't stop looking around, especially behind him, while he continued going deeper and deeper into the cave, holding his two handed hammer ready in his hands. The sword Xavier was using was somewhat enormous, at least for a lightweight person like he was. After two or three minutes of continued intrusion, he could hear something. Something nasty. "Xavier ? Stop. I think it's coming."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier stopped for a moment to listen to what was going on and could hear a loud stopping sound coming their way,He was frozen for a moment listening to the noise. The noise soon became louder then before they knew it they could see a large looking beasts standing in front of them,In it's hand was a frightening sight that made Xavier want to vomit.A woman by what Xavier could see who looked pregnant most likely form the creature putting that monstrous child in her. Well else he could see is the ugly progeny of their relationship coming towards them with makeshift clubs and spears.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc let out a curse. He had not expected that. They were outnumbered here, so a difference in quality had to do it. He hoped that this difference actually existed, not knowing if Xavier was actually good as a fighter or if he was just good at looking impressive. He didn't give any commands - it was pretty clear that they both had to care about the small stuff so to speak first. The first 'child' found its end with the cavern's floor rumbling and spitting small fragments of stone when the man's hammer impacted it. Madawc was one hell of a strong person, but would he be able to keep that up long enough ?</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc let out a curse. He had not expected that. They were outnumbered here, so a difference in quality had to do it. He hoped that this difference actually existed, not knowing if Xavier was actually good as a fighter or if he was just good at looking impressive. He didn't give any commands - it was pretty clear that they both had to care about the small stuff so to speak first. The first 'child' found its end with the cavern's floor rumbling and spitting small fragments of stone when the man's hammer impacted it. Madawc was one hell of a strong person, but would he be able to keep that up long enough ?</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier soon joined the battle cutting down the attacking monstrous children if he could even call them children,The giant creature now placing the girl on the floor of the cavern.Coming towards the two of them picking up a cave spike that was near him trying to take a swing at Madawc. Xavier meanwhile was attacking the monsters.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik God this was ugly, but nothing he had not been seen before. Battle was always this way, being all of the participants entirely human or not. Madawc evaded the stalactite, but in doing so he hit the cavern floor really hard. With pain to his right shoulder, the demon-man heaved himself up again while the beast was recovering from the momentum it had invested into its thrust. When it returned, seemingly even more enraged than before, he achieved a hit to what appeared to be its chest, but it only sent blood flying and caused a cracking sound. The creature was still very much alive and Madawc was backing off a bit towards Xavier, hoping that he had the other pests under control.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was cutting down the creatures chopping them in half with his giant sword,Turning his attention to the hulking beast in front of them shaking off the chest wound.Swinging the stalactite once more towards the two of them that hit Xavier on the shoulder sending him flying into the cave wall. The mute slowly got back up moving pasted the children creatures and towards his sword which was a few feet away form him,Rolling to his sword grabbing it and cutting a few children in half.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc could see Xavier being thrown around like a big toy. Not exactly reassuring - at least he seemed to be not only alive, but still combat-ready. As the mute was dealing with the children, it appeared to be his turn to take care of the big beast itself. Surprisingly, he didn't start another attempt with his hammer. Instead, he just stood there, nailing the beast with his eyes, and suddenly there was some sort of wave detaching from his body and rapidly moving towards the creature. It wasn't fire, but it felt almost as hot. This did have a very noticeable effect. The beast backed off and even seemed attempting to protect its eyes with its... whatever one would call this, screaming. Madawc was sweating now. That thing he just had done did take its toll and he really hoped that he would not have to repeat it several times. He charged at it, hoping to make a crushing blow while the enemy was still recovering.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was making short work of the children cutting them in half and in some cases slicing off their hands.He wondered how many the woman the beast raped to make so many of his progeny.He made his way over towards the giant creature wanting to help out Madawc as best he could. Xavier surprisingly jumped off one of the children going in to cut the head off the creature.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Wow." Madawc said appreciatively. Xavier appeared to be a much better fighter than expected, likely even better than himself, at least in some aspects. The demon-man lowered his warhammer and left his stance, but looked around carefully to see if there was anything left that wasn't yet entirely dead. The cave had turned into a bloody mess, but: The job was done! The pudgy man turned around slowly, having to be cautious not to slip on the floor where the always dripping water had already started to wash away the blood. There were numerous smaller and larger bodies he had to make his way around, too. When the contaminated area was behind him, he turned around, looking at the mute warrior: "Come ? We're done here. Let's collect the bounty."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier could see the giant creature's head hitting the ground with a loud thud,Coming back to the ground walking over towards Madawc patting his shoulder to get his attention.Pointing to the pregnant woman moaning softly,He wanted to save the woman since they could get a bit more money for her. A childish moan once more coming out of his mouth tugging at the fat man's shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh... that woman." Madawc replied a bit surprised. He had entirely forgotten about her as he had thought that there was nothing that could be done for her. "If you think that somebody can help her. Let's hope she doesn't spread more of these ugly things or we will have a problem." The man started walking, leaving the woman up to Xavier. He wanted to collect the bounty as soon as possible, hoping that it was much. He had entirely forgotten to actually ask this beforehand. Soon, they entered Marcus' residence again.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and sheathed his sword on his back walking over to the knocked out girl,Picking up the woman gently not wanting to harm her or wanted to kill her if she gave birth to a beast child. Coming out of the cavern and following behind Madawc making sure that their was not other creatures after them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was moving surprisingly fast once he had entered the residence. When he encountered a servant, he asked straightforwarldy for Marcus, telling the other person about the reason why he had to talk with the man of the house as soon as possible. It was still daytime so he was likely not sleeping yet and hopefully present in this building. The search ended up with him and Xavier being lead into the very same room the mission had started in, but they were left waiting for Marcus for several minutes. Given how surprisingly fast they had come back, this was something to be excused. When the rich man finally entered, Madawc went ahead: "So.. we've slain the beast. In fact, Xavier has brought someone back from the cavern, hoping that someone can take care of her." Seconds later, he noticed that he should probably have added something like 'in a positive way' to his last sentence. To 'take care of' someone who had been along with and tortured by such a creature for the sake of its own will COULD be misinterpreted...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier soon came into the room holding the unconscious woman in his arms carefully moving to stand beside Madawc,"By the gods...your brought...my daughter..." Marcus came running towards Xavier taking the pregnant woman in his arms caressing her cheek gently.Xavier was worried that she would give birth to another one of those creatures and he would have to kill it or her. "Thank you..i am in your debt...and you will be rewarded for your work..Guard take her to her room and keep watch..." The councilman said as a guard took the girl away,"Mhm i will have my associate James give you the right amount of gold pieces and then some for bringing my daughter back to me" The older man said grateful for the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik That was surprising. Marcus' own daughter. Hell how lucky Madawc had been for her father not getting trapped in his somewhat ambiguous wording. Anyway, the more human part in him felt glad that this issue had been solved in a very peaceful way, and both parts of him agreed on that it was good to have that issue solved. With obvious pleasure, the demon-man collected his part of the money. "So, what are you gonna do with all these coins, Xavier ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier and Madawc were given their reward which was five hundred gold pieces including a two hundred bonus for finding his daughter,So in total they had about seven hundred in gold pieces. When asked the question Xavier let out a soft moan putting his purse of gold away on his person and hide it well enough that it would not be normally noticeable. Moaning out again before writing something quickly on a piece of parchment giving it to the pudgy man,"I don't know what i would buy,Supplies mostly and food in case i get hungry but nothing to expensive i need some coin for my travel to Bravado" It said on the peice of parchment that the mute handed to him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Bravado, huh ? If I am to follow you there I should probably try to buy a stronger horse, shouldn't I ? Do you know where I could get such a beast or perhaps accompany me there ?" Aside from that, he would need supplies as well.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head wanting him to follow him to Bravado,However he wondered if he would be welcomed in his land.Walking outside of the Councillor's house seeing some beggars who were circling around them begging for some gold pieces for the group, The mute man pulled out some gold pieces form his purse handing them to each beggar smiling and feeling good about giving to the poor and hungry. Unknown to him behind him some children thieves were stealing the mute's gold purse and running away and would be noticeable to Madawc.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc didn't care much about the beggars, but seeing Xavier taking care of them, he couldn't help but let loose of a few coins as well - for the sake of the evolving friendship between the mute and himself. All off a sudden, he dashed away, just yelling "Xavier!" in order to get the mute's immediate attention. He just could not let that happen. Luckily, it were 'only' children and the streets started to be clogged up after the frist hundred meters, but still he had trouble to catch up to them. When he finally did, the boy was grabbed at his collar and left staring at Madawc's war-painted face. The demon-man lifted him off the ground with one arm. First, he yanked the purse out of his hand, then he delivered a very loud and very strong reprimand right into the boy's face. He dropped him back so hard on the ground that the child was struggling getting up again. "Get off!" Madawc shouted. The other thieves had escaped - he just had not enough arms to take care of all of them simultaneously. Breathing heavily, he handed the purse back to Xavier, hoping that its contents were still in there.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Erm..." Madawc had noted that the shop's owner didn't feel well, and though he was still wearing his armor, he was sure that his appearance wasn't the reason for this. He had at least spent some seconds washing all the blood of it in Marcus' manor, well before hitting the road again, and his armor was looking rather ordinary in general. He continued to whisper towards the mute: "I think you could lower the prices for you if you would take this helmet off..." He tried to tell it in a humorous way, gently patting Xavier's shoulder. What would he need to buy here ? A lot to eat, of course. Something none-perishable as he didn't know how long that travel would take. That was the most important thing. His clothes were still in pretty good shape he thought, so he wouldn't need that.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head taking off his helmet so the shop keeper could see his feminine face,Letting out a moan before writing down what he wanted to buy form the shop keeper.Handing the piece of parchment to the shopkeeper who nodded and brought the mute man the supplies he needed,"Is that all?" He asked him nervously looking at the young man. The mute nodded and handed enough gold pieces to pay for the supplies he needed.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc approached the shopkeeper next. He bought several items: food like salt meat or long-lasting bread, a few candles and a few pieces of parchment. One could never have enough of that with Xavier around. "So. What's the next item on the list ?" He suspected that the mute had not finished his shopping trip yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out another moan thinking that he would have to go to the blacksmith to sharpen his weapon,Walking to the blacksmith's store talking or rather writing notes to the elderly but strong looking blacksmith who was nodding and looking over the parchment thinking that it would take a hour or so to sharpen his large blade.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Well... my hammer doesn't need to be sharpened." Madawc grinned, then departed from Xavier, stating that he wanted to buy some other things. Being on his own now and not knowing the city, it took him a considerable while and several friendly inquiries to find what he was looking for. The man he was confronted with had a dismissive attitude towards him almost right from the beginning, but he was the only one who appeared to possess horses that looked suitable to Madawc. The demon-man got pointed at and even poked multiple times into his flabby, but not really large belly. He really would have liked to break this guy's finger or even something bigger. In the end, the trader accepted one of his two beasts and most of the coins Madawc had just earned this day as payment. Madawc also bought a new saddle and some other small things before he returned to the agreed meeting point with the mute. Now he was sitting on a real war horse in full armor. It was obvious that it still was under very high strain, but it would suffice to carry him for several hours a day while his supplies were on the other beast.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Soon after the blacksmith was finished with the mute's sword handing it back to him asking him a question which he got no answer to, The mute's answer was a child like moan and bowing his head and walking out of the store with his sword in sheathed now trying to find the pudgy demon man. No such luck so far since most people were trying to avoid Xavier and his parchment with the question he was asking, Although he was sure he could find the demon man sooner or later.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Ahem..." There was a noise of someone jumping down from a height, and the loudness of the impact was indicative of someone wearing armor. Madawc nudged on Xavier's shoulder to get his attention. "Here I am. I've finished my purchase." He gently patted the neck of the heavily breathing horse. "Would you like to try it ?" the demonically infested man asked friendly.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a soft moan hating that he was just scared by the pudgy man,Moaning softly shaking his head not know what he wanted by trying it out. Writing on a piece of parchment giving it to him asking what he meant by trying it out.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "It was an offer." Madawc answered in a friendly manner. "Are you ready or do you want to stay overnight and start early in the morning ?" He hoped that the mute would opt for the latter. "Did I surprise you ? I had the short impression that you were scared. Sorry for that..." he raised his hands in a defensive gesture and put them down again.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote down something on a piece of parchment handing it to the pudgy man,"Let us head out now before the sun sets, We can camp once it gets dark" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute would be happy to leave Meche and get back home to Bravado where he can enjoy being praised by his king.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc pocketed the parchment. It could possibly be re-used by scratching away the superficial ink as parchment was far more robust than ordinary paper, however it also was expensive. The demon-man wasn't really happy about leaving city right now, but he wouldn't put himself in Xaviers way. Camping... well... he had been passing his nights this way for years. This would probably me more of an inconvenience for the mute warrior than for him. Looking at the sun for an estimation how long it would still shine across the sky, he mounted his newly bought horse again. Xavier could notice it groan under his companion, who immediately started to turn around and slowly find his path along the streets towards the city gate. "Then let's head out."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was worried that he had angered Madawc by not wanting to to wanting to wait for the next morning for them to then ride off to, The mute hopped onto his horse and riding off onto the path that would lead to Bravado. He was happy that he had secured the relationship between Meche and Bravado and he would be praised by his king which was a plus. He thought however if Madawc would be chased out or killed if meeting the king or The Red Doves would want to kill him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The two men's progress was smooth and steady. Soon, they had left the gates of Meche behind them and were on their way to Bravado, using the main routes. It would take a few more hours till sunset, the time they had decided to put up their camp and have some rest. Madawc had taken off his heavy armor, the demon-man just was confident enough not to need it soon. The comfortable cloth beneath it now was revealing the man's belly that bulged at least three inches over his belt. "Xavier ? You told me you wanted to become stronger. I tell you: You have to exercise more for that. And eat more after that as well."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino When they were camping out near the road with the mute cross legged sharping his weapon, Xavier wrote down something on a piece of parchment handing it to Madawc. "well i would but i don't want a a noticeable belly like yourself" Was what was written to him with the mute smiling only teasing Madawc not wanting to be mean in his commit. Finishing up sharping his sword and was eating some bread.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc looked down at himself, seeing the chubby mass that was weighing on him and poking into it with his index finger. "Yeah, I know... I've become fat a bit. I'm eating too much, but the demon is driving me I believe. He doesn't care and neither do I very much. However sometimes it can be advantageous to be bloody heavy, something you likely will not profit from for a long time to come." the man teased back. "What do you weigh ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier just had a big smile on his face when the other man said this writing down something on parchment and handing it to him, "I weigh 143 pounds" Was what was written on the parchment when the fat man got the parchment form him. Xavier meanwhile was chewing softly on his piece of bread thinking that he would not want to be so heavy even though his armor was a bit on the slow side.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc hat to grin like a Cheshire cat. "So your less than a half of me." he replied. Then he grabbed some of his own bread and water and started nibbling at it. "That makes you faster, doesn't it ?" he added before stoking up the fire, thinking about if they had gathered enough wood to burn. It got colder and colder. Having finished that and having consumed his ration for today's evening, he addressed the mute again: "Tell me... where exactly did you get your armor from ? It's highly unusual. Actually I've never seen something like this before."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote on a piece of parchment how he made his armour, What he wrote doe was that he during a raid on his village form Escudo warriors that killed his family and everyone in the village. He lived because he hid in a. Pile of corpses and after the raid he fashioned the bones of the villagers with iron to make the armor.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc stared at the mute. Bones ? Did he really write bones ? He looked back at the parchment. It didn't just say that, it also added of villagers. The demon-man was very blunt: "So you're a body-stripper ?" Then he laughed. "Who would have thought of that... Not me, that's for sure." He turned his eyes towards his noticeable fat stores, briefly, then back to Xavier. "Well.. you would have to remove something to get access to my bones... but... does this actually improve the armor's properties in any way or is it just for visual impression ?"</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier quietly wrote something on another piece of parchment handing it to Madawc, He thought that perhaps he had scared the pudgy man somewhat but hearing the man laughing making him let out a soft moan. "I use it to scare my enemy usually they are too frightened to fight me and i usually don't take off my helmet because i know they they will be fear me with this face" Was what was written on the piece of parchment.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Well... that doesn't work on me." he said smiling. "I prefer not intimidating enemies by appearance, but by my actions alone." He didn't carry this out as a critique, but a simple statement. "Have you planned for anyone of us standing guard or do you believe that won't be necessary ?" Their horses could be stolen, or their other posessions, or they themselves could become victims of an attack... That were some of the thoughts Madawc had in his mind when asking this.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something to Madawc and handing the piece of parchment to him, "I can stand guard i don't get much sleep anyway" It said as the mute stood up on his feet looking around and to his horses.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You sure ? Both of us need to be rested if we want to continue this journey in an efficient manner." Madawc was indeed a bit skeptical and his voice made no secret out of that circumstance. However, if Xavier would state now that he was sure about it, he wouldn't ask again but snuggle down into his sleeping bag.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head patting the man's shoulder reassuring him as best he could of course,Standing up form where he was pulling out his sword and looking around making sure also that the fire was hot and burning. He was sure that he heard a noise but it must have been his imagination.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The demon-man didn't exactly feel satisfied by Xavier's reassurance. They were still rather close to the main road and this could mean two different things: Either the likelihood of thieves, marauders and other folks of that kind passing by was decreased because there were so many traders and travellers around who would see things, or it was increased because there were so many traders and travellers around who could be robbed. However, Madawc didn't cling to the topic and fell asleep soon. He didn't snore. Xavier had already been keeping on his promise for several hours when there was a second noise. The mute had entirely forgotten about the first one he had heard hours ago, and in fact that one had not turned out to be of any importance after all. Yet this one was peculiar so he decided to investigate, even if that meant leaving the campsite behind for several meters. Having made his way into the surroundings, the warrior had barely enough time to raise his sword and parry the incoming attack. Was this a man or a beast ? It was so dark and he had to pay attention to other things now that he couldn't decide just yet. He yelled the thing into the face: "Madawc! Get here!" Hopefully that pudgy man would get onto his feet quickly - if he woke up. He did. That's what Xavier could see in the corner of his view, but his companion wasn't prepared for combat, and having been asleep until right now probably wasn't the best precondition in such a situation.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute had the sudden appearance of some creatures that even caused Xavier's to almost jump out of his seat, Pulling out his sword getting ready for the incoming battle. The creatures looked filthy and something that the world ate and spit out, Cutting down the incoming creature slicing it in half. Xavier let out a loud moan moving closer towards Madawc wanting him to wake up and help him, Their was about a dozen or more of these creatures that it was hard to keep up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "What the..." were the only words Madawc uttered. He was barely awake, kneeling on the inside of his opened sleeping bag. Can't one have just a single night of good sleep.... The demon-man was far away from being truly prepared for battle: Still blinking, he had not a single piece of his armor put on him. Having a blurred vision, he tried to guess the numer of attackers. The result was shocking, it meant that taking the time to put on his gear would equal letting Xavier become overwhelmed by those... whatever those things were. He had no idea. Alien creatures had been pretty much the bottom line on his list of things he would have expected to happen so close to a main road. He grabbed his warhammer and charged at the mess that was unfolding before his eyes. Madawc was almost on his bare feet and only wearing thick cloth. It made him lighter and thus faster, an irony if one considered his physique. However, it also meant less protection. So it didn`t take long for him to get bruised and bleeding, but at least it was obvius that Madawc had the upper hand in terms of sheer strength and momentum. This circumstance resulted in an increasing number of crushed skulls and ribcages, but they were far from being safe yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute man was cutting down the creatures that were attacking him, He felt the slashes of the their small weapons on his body causing him to grunt out in pain. His own sword slashing horizontally cutting about four of the creatures in two, Unfortunately for them they would feel the earth shaking underneath their feet. Soon enough coming towards them was a large wagons with even bigger horse steering them towards the group, Standing on the very wagon that was leading was someone in white armor.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawcs shirt had turned into a blood-drenched piece of junk. Yet he didn't seem to be very set about pulling it off when the fight was over. Leaving bloody footsteps behind, he looked around. Xavier, as expected, had been pretty efficient in terms of killing. Given the fact that he had to start fighting right after waking up and with no gear on, a circumstance that had forced him to be more cautious and more on the defensive side, the demon-man was rather satisfied by his own work however. He approached the wagon, or to be more precisely the guy standing on it, straightforwarldy. With a grumpy tone, he asked: "What do you want ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "None of your business demon" The voice spoke indicating that the person in the armor was a woman, Xavier knew who this was ad was speaking to them both. It was Scarlet Oathbringer the leader of the Holy Order Of The Red Doves, He also knew this would be a bit of trouble for them if he could get them out of this situation. The mute let out a soft moan writing something down on a piece of parchment,He handed it slowly to Scarlet who took it quickly."We are travelers going back to Bravado for a mission to build a relationship between Bravado and Meche....we mean no harm and were recently attacked by some creatures so we beg you to let us leave in peace" Was what she read looking over to Xavier with a foul look on her face.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Xavier ? Who is this person ?" Madawc pointed at Scarlet in a rather disrespectful manner while directing his view and words to the mute. Then he got blunt: "So why are you approaching us in this rather threatening way ? Is it forbidden to defend oneself ?" In fact, the demon-mans mind started to draw hypothetical lines between the monster's attack and the very sudden and both spatially and temporarily very close emergence of that... whoever she was. Aside from that... meeting yet another person who instantaneously knew about his demon part did piss him off somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier then explained via parchment to the pudgy demon that she was Scarlet Oathbringe the fifty-seventh leader of The Red Doves and ever leader had the ability to sense the supernatural so she could sense the demon inside of him. "It is..but i wonder why these creatures attacked you..." Scarlet said looking down at him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "That's what I am, too. Isn't such an attack highly unusual near the main roads ?" The suspicion still had not got out of him completely. What added to his caution was that there was a void of information in his mind about these 'Red Doves'. But perhaps he could remedy that: "May I ask what the Order you are leading is all about ? Haven't heard about The Red Doves before, to be honest."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "My apologizes demon...well i can educate you on our order.." The woman took off her helmet holding it under her arm,"Our order was created 234 years old started by Saint Jerome who was the first leader of the order,Our goal as the order is to follow the orders of Pope Whilom who guides us to ride the world of evil.." She said to Madawc looking down at him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Being stared down at was something Madawc couldn't really stand. If he had been in a better position he would have stepped onto the wagon, putting himself on equal terms with her. "I'm no evil, so get off my back, please." he replied decisively. It wasn't entirely truthful though.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well demon i would think otherwise form the accounts that i have heard about you...You cannot hide such a big problem as you think" She said pointing to his belly in a playfully teasing manner,"Anyway we are on a mission right now and don't have time for you two...heretics..." She added looking over to Xavier with her intense eyes that scared the mute. And with that she put her helmet back onto her head telling the driver to move along the road leaving the two alone and surrounded by dead monster bodies.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc spit on the ground. If it had not been for the white paint, one would have seen that he had blushed the moment his belly got pointed at. And he became angered, really angered. "So that's it ? Being fat is my big problem, yes ? Aside from that: I am not fat, am I ?" he asked Xavier in a rough manner. "What does this woman think ? I suspect nothing!" The demon-man started to wrap up his belongings. It appeared he wasn't intending to stay here any longer.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier shrugged his shoulder thinking that the woman was flirting with him for some reason that he didn't know about,Getting his things packed up putting on his armor letting out a soft moan.Writing something quickly on a piece of parchment handing it to the chubby demon man. "I think she was either flirting with you or didn't mean to be rude with her comment" Was what was written on the parchment while the young man was putting his things on his horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "If someone wants to flirt with me, that someone shouldn't leave then..." Madawc answered in disbelief. The demon thought that Xavier's explanation for what happened was ridiculous, but he wouldn't tell the young boy. He wasn't in the mood for conflict as they really had had enough of a fight already. Seeing Xavier getting ready for travel, he decided to do the same, strapped on his armor and loaded his second horse with all of the baggage. Madawc tried to catch up with the warrior, and his overburdened horse gave him enough time to think about his wording. in the end, it was straightforward and simple: "I'm really eager to tell this woman what I'm really thinking about her!"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier wrote something quickly on another piece of parchment handing it to the heavy set man,"Well perhaps she was too stubborn to say she was flirting with you?And what would you tell her?" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute boy was now riding along the road his hand on his sword in case they were attacked again.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I'd tell her that I want clear answers and that it's not that ladylike to point at one's belly in such a teasing way. Am I really that fat ?" Of course, in Madawc's own opinion, he was not. A considerable bit over the line, but he had a huge lot of muscle to compensate for that! As if to underline that, he did the same thing Xavier did: Grabbing his weapon and holding it in his hand, ready to strike. The thing that was different was that his weapon wasn't a sword, but a huge warhammer that normally was supposed to be used with both hands, not a single one. However Madawc didn't seem to have any problem with that.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head thinking that perhaps it was rude for her to say that he was fat even though he had to admit that he was a bit pudgy in the middle.Never writing anything more riding down the lone road shifting his eyes looking around to see if any of those creatures would attack again. None so far but he would not be caught off guard again by those creatures,Soon they would head towards the guard post near one of the Meche's village called Kaol.They were stopped by the guards being checked if they would be any trouble.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Ride less and walk more! It would be good for both you and your poor beast!" was a comment of the guard that fueled Madawc's anger. Kaol was even less beknown to him than the capital city had been, but at least the probability of being attacked there was lowered. Other people were around to protect inhabitants and guests alike. "What about searching for a nice little tarvern and stay a while ? Or do we have to hurry ?" The demon part in the man had passed the guard unrecognized. If that soldier had put himself into the growing list of people who had been able to discover one of his more astonishing properties within an instant, he would have gone crazy. The war-painted man didn't tell Xavier about it though as he thought that it could be of a great concern for him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was stopped by the guard being checked by the guards before being lead out of the post and towards the city,Writing down something and handing it the demon man calming riding down the road."A tavern would be good for now since it is almost dawn and we can rest easier then near the road" It was written on the parchment as the mute was heading towards the town.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc went ahead and organized for the horses to have a safe place to rest over the night. He wasn't too picky about the tavern however. On his behalf, the two men ended up in a rather dilapidated looking, wooden building with only a few chambers spread across two stories. The barmaid was looking nice, but the fact that Madawc didn't appear to act any different towards her than he did to any owner of a shop was able to disperse certain suspicions. "Single room or one for each of us ?" he asked the mute. The woman had already told them about the pricing: It was more dead cheap than expensive.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute nodded and let out a moan putting up two fingers wanting to have a room for the two of them,The man in the tavern that was speaking to them nodded and handed them both two keys so they can head into their rooms. The mute took his keys letting out another moan as if he was trying to thank the tavern owner.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Two separate rooms ? Well... who was he to expect anything else. It would make it much easier for thieves and the like though. Madawc thrusted a few coins across the table as payment for their overnight stay, then started going upwards. Almost each and everyone of the wooden steps creaked under his feet and so did the bed which Madawc sat down on after bidding Xavier good night. The demonically infested man didn't feel ready for the land of dreams yet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned out loudly waving his hand in a very child like manner like he was trying to say good night to him, Still wearing his armor getting looks form the other patrons who were staring at him. Not that he minded being stared at but as long as he was not made fun of he was fine with people staring at him. Going into his room taking off his armor but keeping his thick sword beside him on the bed in case, Laying down on the bed swearing to himself that he could hear a voice speaking to him. "Beware..." The voice spoke to him in a soft whisper.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Does this guy never take his armor off ? Xavier seemed to have some sort of close attachment to his equipment, and it eluded the demon man's comprehension. On the other hand however, Madawc's stature did attract some attention, too. It didn't bother him. The room was rather shabby, as expected, and the bed was saggy. His hammer and armor were put on a chair, he locked the door and, as a precautionary measure, blocked it by shoving a heavy piece of furniture in front of it. Just in case... there had been a few surprises already.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier sleeping in his bed not locking his door since he was a light sleeper and could be at the ready for his weapon if needed, Sleeping softly having a dream of a woman dressed in blue smiling with a white house behind her. Surrounding the area were Nwiq flowers that had purple petals with a yellow steam. Turning around in his bed hearing a soft voice speaking to him telling him how wonderful and how much the voice loved him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was sleeping well. The demon did dream only very seldomly and today was such a day when he just didn't at all. The pudgy man had no idea what was going in his companion's mind. The moon went, the sun came. The bear heaved himself out of his bed late in the morning, not needing to change any clothes. He knocked at Xavier's door.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The door would be open so he could come inside,If he did come inside then he would see the mute sitting up on his bed his head down rubbing his forehead with his hands.He has these bad dreams that made real life like it was one of his bad dreams.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You do know it can be dangerous to leave one's door open while sleeping ?" Madawc had finally decided to get inside once he had found out that the door had not been locked in the first place. "Everything's alright ? You don't look well."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Letting out a soft moan before shaking his head,Standing up on his feet slowly of course packing up his things.A shame he could not tell the demon man of his nightmare that he had lately. Heading out of his room fully armoured and ready to leave still getting strange looks form the other patrons.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "So... no answer is an answer as well." Madawc wasn't satisfied at all with Xavier's reaction, and it was obvious that he wasn't. However he didn't probe into the subject any further, but followed the mute man. "What's today's target ?" He turned towards his room, hoping that Xavier would follow him now so he would listen while the demonically infested man was buckling up.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute man moaned softly writing down something quickly on a piece of parchment,"We head to Juno which is at the border of Meche and Bravado" Was what was written while the mute had prepared and paying the bill for the two of them. Once done their he headed out mounting his house after he tied his things to the back of the horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed suit, though his horse seemed to be far less happy to see its owner again than Xavier's. "How far is it ?" he asked the mute man, then mumbled something that was hard to understand, but one could hear a few fragments: "...damn Red Doves..." and "interruptions". Overall, the demonically infested didn't appear to be in the best mood. But was this something surprising ?</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute wrote something on a piece of paper handing it to the demon infested man,"About six hours away" Was what was written as Xavier was on top of his horse and ready to ride waiting for Madawc to mount his horse.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc put his foot into the stirrup and got up into the saddle. "Do we need any fresh supplies ? I don't think so, but if you do otherwise... If you ask me, we have time. In that case I'll wait for you just outside of the village." He intended to get rid of the stinking, beaten paths of this village as soon as possible.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You seem fascinated." Madawc asked Xavier. The demon had noticed the stare in his eyes towards the persons and caravans that were accompanying them. He himself felt nothing special for them. His own youth had been a very uneventful thing that had taken place in a small village, far away from any place where a circus would go. And then the demon had come on that battlefield where he had fought. From then on he had had other things to worry - or not worry - about in his life. However, that didn't mean that he could not understand the word 'amusement' anymore. "We could visit a circus, if you want."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head moaning softly like he wanted to go see the circus folk,Moving his horse to where circus folk were looking down at the them with some of them being a bit frightened by the young man's armor,"Excuse me?" One of the men said looking up at the young man. Xavier was of course flabbergasted letting out a soft moan. "Ummm sorry for bothering you...what do you need?" Another man said looking him over because Xavier was wearing his armor he would look quite menacing.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "He's a mute." Madawc told the men. "You have to be a bit patient so he can give you a written answer." He made his own horse get a bit closer to Xavier's - just in case something went wrong and he had to provide assistance... "I don't think we need anything, but like said, let him answer, please."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier looked at the man curiously quickly writing something on a piece of parchment like a mad man,"I was wondering if will be a show in the next town?" The piece of parchment said and the man that was holding it looked at the mute with some curiousisoity and with a strange look on his face. Looked at him strangely while the scary looking man was handing him the parchment.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc couldn't help but to try to snatch a quick glance onto the piece of parchment Xavier handed to the other man. He barely made it, able to roughly understand what was going on between the two. "Do you think we have the time to visit a show ?" he asked Xavier, not wanting to criticize him with that question. He had enough time, it was all about the mute's schedule. "Oh, and... I think once again your armor is scaring people. You know what you had to do in that shop, right ?" he gave an amused hint, remembering how frightened the shop's owner had been for the same reason.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino The mute shook his head thinking for a moment that perhaps they would make for good time not being distracted by the carnival,He was conflicted he wanted to see the circus folk but he needed to see the king as soon as possible.Biting his lower lip form underneath his helmet asking one of the circus folk if they would give him a comedy mask for some gold pieces. One of the men nodded handing him the mask and the mute handing back the gold storing the mask in his pack and saying goodbye.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I didn't exactly suspect you of being interested in comedy masks..." Madawc noted. "You better stow it away somewhere or your armor will loose its intimidating aura because people see the mask." the demon chuckled. He still wasn't convinced about the concept, believing that looking very, very large and strong - just like he himself did - was more effective in intimidation than any armor could be. He patted his horse that was showing clear signs of the downsides of his concept and continued on. "Why do you need to see the king ? Isn't that very unusual ? And are you sure that the king will grant you an audience at all ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier shook his head smiling while putting away the mask in his pack,He was of course not going to wear it. It would more for sentimental value to him since reminded him of when he was a child going to the circus,Looking over to the demon man's horse wondering if it was going to be okay under his weight. Moaning softly before writing something quickly and handing it to him,"We need to see the king because i need to speak to him about the success of my mission,And yes he will give me a audience because i am one of his knights" The writing said while the two of them were riding on the road. While they made their way down the road they will noticed a woman being harassed by three men,One of them trying was trying to rip off her clothes now trying to rape her. Xavier seeing this growled lowly wanting to help her form her attackers.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc noticed that Xavier seemed to be worried about his horse. Well, so was he himself. He could feel its back gradually giving more and more way to the force pushing the saddle onto it. He soon would have to give it a decent rest. "We could switch mounts." he suggested. Then however he saw what was happening ahead. It wasn't that the demon in him cared that much about it, but the human in him did, and seeing that there could be a decent fight ahead, the demon part didn't put up a struggle against the decision to 'solve' the situation. The solution, that meant jumping off and applying brute force directy to one of the three men's legs, snapping everything in it with a single blow of Madawc's hammer. Now that should get their attention.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head to the suggestion that Madawc gave while also racing over to where the group of attacker's were, Unsheathing his sword and swinging it so it would decapitate one of the attackers.With one man injuries and another dead that only left one more left. The man now looked frightened of the two but tired to trip Xavier's horse by trying to cut it's leg. Unfortunately for the man his hand was cut off and his body split in half form Xavier's sword, The woman who was being attack looked frightened of them before speaking up to address Xavier. "Thank you sires...i was wondering if you two are going to Bravado? i was wondering if you were going there and could take me with you?' she said in a scared tone of voice covering herself up as best she could.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "We are and we can. Better than leaving you here - though these guys probably won't be a problem anymore." Madawc got himself into the discussion with the lazy, halfway death-ignoring tone of the demon. Xavier had been quite efficient in understanding and adopting his approach it seemed. "How do we do it Xavier ?" he asked the mute.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head to wanting to bring the woman along since he personally would want to see her safety,Moaning softly getting off his horse pointing to Madawc's horse wanting to ride it and give it a break.He would take the girl back although their was something strange about her he couldn't put his finger on. Watching the girl as she smiled and thanking them but keeping a eye on the mute.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc did something highly unusual for him. He got out a piece of parchment himself, one of the many pieces he had collected over the past few days since he had met Xavier and that there written on one side by the mute. He scribbled something on the other side and handed it to the mute, knowing that he probably would not be able to pull the same trick off a second time once the girl knew more about the mute and would thereby be able to raise suspicion about why Madawc wasn't just talking to him. The parchment was written hastily and read: "Be careful. Let her sit in front of you while you hold the reins. I have a very strange feeling about her, I can sense that." He kept looking at them, trying to estimate their combined weight.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head and getting on Madawc's horse letting the woman sitting in front of him, Moaning softly lifting her up to help her on the horse. Moaning once more pointing to his mouth like he was wanting something form her. "Oh you want my name?...It's Bette" She said smiling asking for his name. Blushing slightly form looking down for a moment at her behind which was quite large and soft looking,Moving his eyes back to the road writing something on a piece of parchment handing it to her. "My name is Xavier and he is Madawc" He said pointing to the demon man on the horse. "Hello you two..." Bette said smiling asking one of them if they had something to help cover herself up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc used the reins to gently get Xavier' horse alongside his own one. Both Xavier and Betty could probably see how its back noticeably sagged. The chubby demon was thinking, then reached for his bag on the pack animal. After a short but quite chaotic search that had concluded with Madawc just pushing everything else back into his bag until he could close it, he handed the woman a thin blanket he normally used for sleeping. Then he looked to Xavier and grinned. He had noticed how the mute became influenced by her sitting in front of him.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thank you Mr.Madawc...do you mind if i call you Mr.Madawc or just Madawc?" She said taking the blanket form him nodding her head, Wrapping the blanket around her naked body noticing that Xavier was shifting slightly sensing that he was feeling something in his body. The mute gulped softly staring at her chest which like her behind were quite large and soft looking. Trying to keep his eyes on the road blushing a bright red that trying his best to be a polite knight like he was trained to be.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Madawc is sufficient." he replied. If she knew what he was... On the other hand: He wanted to know what the cause of this curious feeling was, but he hadn't the means to find it out right now. It left him with having to monitor her closely - and Xavier as well. The mute appeared to become quite... influenced... by her proximity to him. It was time to pull out another piece of parchment: "It seems you're in a bit of a dilemma right now. Either you take on your intimidating helmet again and just give another shock to a frightened woman or you let her see you blush. I'd offer to handle her for you since I'm not feeling any influence, but I can't."</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Nothing particular." Madawc answered, already having to chuckle. "I'm... sort of an adventurer as you'd probably call it." He saw what was happening and had to suppress an internal urge to start laughing. "Xavier ? Don't let things escalate too quickly, will you ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Oh wow what kinda adventures do you go on?" She asked him smiling curious of what he would say,"What is going on?" She said liking at the two of them confused even though she knew that the more had a hard on. Xavier puffed his cheeks out not wanting to be teased moving back a little on his horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Delivering some urgent messages here, slaying an evil dragon there..." He chuckled again. "No no. Not the latter one, of course." Well - at least the former item on his list was halfway correct. "Rather boring stuff to make a living." He didn't want to exaggerate things, but telling her that he was a savage because he was half demon also was not an option. Perhaps what he was telling her was true for Xavier. His companion seemed to be occupied with other things however...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Wow you must be some sort of famous hero then?" Bette said with excitement in her voice,She meanwhile rubbed her back against the mute smiling internally to herself. The mute was blushing still seeing the day slowly turning to night.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "No. I'm far away from being a hero. I'm quite ordinary. Madawc glanced behind her to where Xavier was sitting as if he wanted to assure that the mute wouldn't object to that lie.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Oh so does Mr.Big Hero and this cute Cinnamon roll fight any...Elder Ones?Or Deep Creatures?" Bette said looking over to Madawc smiling to him and referring to the mute as the cinnamon roll for being too cute."And if you can kill a dragon then im sure you can kill a Elder One" She said teasing with a big grin on her face.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Didn't I just say that the latter one was only a joke ? What do you think I'm capable of or do I have to demonstrate ?" Well.. she wasn't teasing him with him being fat. That was a plus point for her.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well once we find a big beasty then i would like to see you demonstrate this power of yours..." Bette said teasing him further with Xavier now pointing to the sky moaning softly. He wanted to communicate that it was getting dark and perhaps they should get a tent going.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I'd prefer not running into trouble all the time..." Madawc answered to Bette, then noticed how Xavier was gesturing with his hand. "Am I correct if I assume that you want us to rest ?" He too could see that it was getting dark and as much as he would have preferred pressing on through the night as long as they could, he had to consider the other two persons as well. The man turned off the road, Xavier's mount groaning and slowing down a lot when going up a hill Madawc had apparently selected as their location for the night. He got off of it and started to unpack their equipment and erect their tent. "I hope this elevated position will serve us as it will make it easier to spot any threats that could come along from further away."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head smiling while he followed Madawc to the hill,Stopping his horse and letting him rest unpacking his things.Confused he looked at his blanket that he would sleep in handing it Madawc so he could sleep and he could watch.Also so Bette could sleep with Madawc's blanket. He didn't mind staying up until the wee hours of the morning in a way he was more of a night person and he loved seeing the dawn and dusk of the sky."Xavier you don't need to do that...you need to rest..." Bette said shaking her head smiling rubbing his arm.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I have to agree. Last time you were on the watch the whole night, this time I'd like to do it. I'm not feeling tired anyway." There was another argument that he had in his mind that acted against letting Xavier take the duty: Madawc was worried that his companion would be too distracted by Bette... He stepped over to the mute, towering both above him and the woman and being a huge lot broader. "You should perhaps take care of your horse. It seems to be totally exhausted."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded his head walking over to his horse patting it's mane and feeding it some grass, He was so loving and caring when it came to animals has always been this way ever since he was a child. "Well we could both keep watch...if you like big man" Bette answered with a big smile on her face. The mute was yawning softly getting a pasting glance form Bette.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Big man ?" Madawc arched an eyebrow. "But yeah, we could do the watch. Do you know how to fight ? Do you have weapons ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Sure I can...and no I don't have a weapon on my person" She said wondering what weapon he would give her. Xavier meanwhile was getting ready to go to sleep keeping his helmet close to him in cause he or they get into a fight.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc inspected the woman. She didn't seem to be strong, so wielding a large sword or even a hammer was out of question. He didn't have any alternate weapons himself and Xavier was already on his way to sleeping. "Wait a moment..." He, once again, started to sift through his belongings in order to find something that could do the job. He came up with a knife he normally used not for fighting but as a tool. "Here. That's all I can muster. I don't think you could handle Xaviers big sword - sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thanks..." She said taking the knife with a soft smile on her face,His blanket still wrapped around her body., Looking over to Xavier sleeping thinking how cute he was. Standing guard staying close to the mute while looking around the hill in case they would be attacked, From the corner of her eye she swore she could see some figures in the dark.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Oh come on... don't tell me that there is yet another bunch of pesky things that wants our hides..." Madawc muttered to himself, but still with Bette being able to hear it. "I'm gonna check this out... You can stay here if you want, you aren't wearing armor. Perhaps wake up Xavier - just in case..." The hulking demon got moving, heaving himself down the hill towards the weak silhouettes one could indeed see roaming around in the distance. His hammer was ready in his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded her head walking over to Xavier smiling to him whispering something in his ear,"Hello..son of Azgorth..." She whispered to him shaking awake as he slowly opened his eyes. Moaning softly wondering what was going on with Bette telling him that their was a figure in the shadows. Taking his sword heading down the hill while Bette watched smiling.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc accelerated his movement when he noticed that there indeed was something strange going on. Whatever it was, he intended slamming into it with full force as it was quite his style. He was too far away to hear which words Bette was waking up the mute with, otherwise he probably would have turned around, having the feeling that there was something even more strange and possibly dangerous going on behind his back.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier had his helmet on running down the hill to join the demon man,Moaning softy wondering what was going on and why he was down here,Meanwhile Bette was watching them wondering what the mute was capable of. The mute was now looking around seeing some figures in the shadows wondering what they were.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc really wasn't eager to wait any longer. He launched forwards, right into the shadows where they now all were believing to see things. There was a loud grunt, an outcry and the sound of someone falling to the ground, hard. Coming closer one could see that Madawc had just slammed full force into another man that now was lying a few yards in front of him in agony. 'You fat bastard. I've not done anything to you!' Judging by his behaviour, several bones were broken or at least partially fractured. "Then why are you lingering around in the shadows carrying daggers and a bow ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier moaned out loud pointing his sword at the man wondering why the man was lurking around in the shadows, Meanwhile Bette was watching them hoping that this new person would not caught onto her plan.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik 'That's not your business! I can do what I want as long as I don't cross the line to something that is clearly marked as private property! And ? Do you see any signs here ? Or fences ? I don't! Now get away from me you monster, you've hurt me enough already!' "I'm not preventing you from running away... In fact, I'd be glad if you would..." Madawc replied, a somewhat amused tone lingering in his voice. 'Hah. You won't be able to follow me anyway, you roly-poly!' The brown haired man got up and sprinted away. 'Maybe I'll call my friends and have my revenge for this!' "Oh cool... Do that... if you must... If it should happen that we are still here by then..." the demon muttered, not being interested in the other man actually being able to hear it.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik He couldn't believe what he was listening to. Either Bette had gone crazy and was trying to tell the mute a load of bullshit or he had gotten into something very, very serious. The problem was that the mute naturally would respond by parchment so the demon would not get a chance to really know about his reaction. That knowledge he deemed to be crucial, but advancing further could spoil his presence and blow his eavesdropping job. Madawc was gnarlimg about his inability to find solutions. He didn't even know much about gods or creation myths or the like.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier was now paying attention to what was being said to him finding it strangely fascinating to him, Bette was telling him how Asgor had sex with his mother since she was the best warrior and leader out of all the humans on this world. She spoke of how he was born on the battlefield but not as a Bravado but as a Escudo which made the mute moan in confusion. "Well you never really fit in with the Bravado men did you? You were born a warrior and that is why your father sent me to find you...to help me release his generals from the humans and unite the lands. This was of course alot to take in for the mute who was confused and scared of her and what she said.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Damm! A not too loud, but still quite audible sound had emanated from Madawc's location in the bushes when he had accidentally stepped onto a small branch. Now the demon attempted to escape silently before anyone of the uneven couple would reach his hideout. If anyone went investigating in the first place that was.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette sighed and turned around to face the location of Madawc, "I know you are there...you can come out my intentions were not to harm the two of you..." She said now crossing her arms. Xaiver meanwhile looked at that direction hissing sightly.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "From looking at your and Xavier's face I did not exactly get that same impression..." Madawc had instantaneously decided to go onto the offensive, now that he had basically uncovered himself. "So... what are your intentions then ?" The demon crossed his enormous arms in front of his breast. "Or no... let me ask another thing first: That entire raped-by-three-men story was staged, right ? You planned for us to pick you up. With your abilities it would have been absolutely unnecessary to let that happen." His tone still was halfway a snarl and he started to circle around the two.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Something like that..they did caught me off guard but i could have taken them all if you two didn't show up,And your demon mess be so paranoid because why would i want to harm you or him" She said pointing to Xavier."My intentions and the reason i have been following you two for the past three days was because i needed to find Asgor's son being him" She said once more pointing to Xavier. The mute was now cowarding a bit moving a bit away form where Madawc was.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "So ? I don't know what you are really talking about, but since have told us that Xavier would be it, you have found Asgor's son. What next ? Why did you need to find him so urgently ? I assume it is something of utmost importance ?" Madawc observed Xavier. Why was he trying to get away from him ? He was a bit angry yes, but given that he had been told lies for the entire last day and that they had tried to get rid of him, he thought that it was quite justified. Aside from that, Madawc wasn't exactly known for diplomacy.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Indeed we need to free his generals...4 of them to be exact.." Better said now turning to face Xavier,"Mhm but first I need to release your demonic form form your human body.." She said now kneeling in front of him getting close to his face kissing his lips. Shocked by this the mute deepened the kiss before she removed her mouth form his.After that Xavier felt dizzy and like he was going to vomit before long the pain that was so painful the mute screamed as loud as he could scaring off some birds near by. His body rolling on the ground before stopping in one place now panting heavily.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Demonic form ? Release ? So... are you a demon now or did you just stop being one, Xavier ?" Madawc's anger started cooling down. "And what are the four generals ? Why do they need to be released and what will be the consequences of this ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier did say anything for the time being and was just panting and breathing heavily, "Well he had the demon form inside of him..and we need to free the generals if Asgor is going to unite the land or rather Xaiver will be the one to do it.." Bette said thinking the demon may have a problem with this.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "And what does that actually mean ? Do you know where we have to go, what we have to do when and whereever we have arrived et cetera ?" Madawc still didn't seem to be pleased, but he had at least a neutral tone now. He looked Bette into her eyes, trying to determine what she was really thinking. He wouldn't assume that she was free of ulterior motives...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I know where we will first be going where our captured comrade is...and unless you are going to help us then you are more then welcome to come with us" Bette said now looking him into the eyes.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Mister big man is at your service..." Madawc replied in a tone that did not lack a bit of conceit. "You two can go sleeping now, I'll stay awake and watch out." He said this hoping that Bette would forget about her initial intent of being on guard and go sleep as well. The demon felt that it would help his mood if there wasn't any danger of her drawing him into discussions about anything. She had clearly played a game with him when she had innocently asked for a weapon of any kind to defend herself.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Mhm okay..." Bette said eyeing him for a moment thinking he was planning something but thinking she could defend herself against Madawc if he attacks her. Sitting down on the ground with Xavier crawling over to her snuggling with her resting his head on her breasts sleeping soundly form all of this excitement.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc climbed back up another tree. He really preferred having a good overview over the situation - not only towards the outside, but also towards the inside. That meant: Xavier and Bette. He would have a look on them, check if they would really sleep or not. Hopefully this night would finally be one without further incident...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino And their was no further incidents of figures in the shadows,Soon the sun rose and Bette while asleep turned back into her human form.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Wake up!" Madawc was standing in front of the sleeping couple lying on the floor in front of his feet. There were several small signs of fatigue in his face, but nothing too serious. He had already tidied up their place as much as he had been able to without disturbing them and saddled his horse. "I've already prepared most things."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette and Xavier soon woke up and the mute getting on top of his horse with Bette moving behind him, Wrapping her arms around him the young man putting his helmet his armor looking more organic looking like his armor was a mixture of human bones and steel.Haven gotten his things packed riding along the rode of the forest.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed, or at least he was trying to the best he could as his horse was struggling to keep up with them from the beginning. He was constantly looking around, checking for anything suspicious. "What is our next destination ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "We head to Bravado to speak to the king make things look like normal and then we head out to Jaric to where the first general is" Bette said as the group headed down the dirt road.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "How long is it and how long do you expect us to take to get there ? We have to keep track of how many supplies we have left." The demon started to slowly fall behind. "And what will happen if the king can see behind this 'make things look like normal' ? Isn't it likely that he will issue another order for another... mission... that is not compatible with this one of yours ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "It should take less then two hours..." Bette answered him while Xavier was keeping quiet while riding down the road," That is true so we will have Xavier retire or join with mercenaries so he can complete his goal.." Bette added looking towards the mute who now turned to face Madawc thinking of something.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc noticed the mute's stare at him. "Hey, what are you thinking ?" He had to speak a bit louder as the distance had become a bit larger than it had been before. He got a gut feeling that it could have something to do with the mercenaries...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a soft moan before turning his head back towards the road, Heading down the dirt road and soon enough the group would be at the near by village of Jaric. The villagers now staring at them while Xavier stopped his horse in front of a shop so he could buy supplies for them to the trip to Bravado.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I asked you a question..." Madawc repeated, this time a bit more insistently. "The way you looked at me... what were you thinking ?" Madawc got off his horse, one could easily see how relieved the beast was to have him off of its back.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier stopped his horse for a moment getting off his horse staring down at Madawc,"Nothing..." Was the words that came out of his mouth now getting on his horse and riding slowly away form him. Bette smiled and knew that this apart of his awakening she would have to keep watch over him since he would be weak when it came to his demonic powers.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc followed, but not without a noticeable bit of hesitation. A bit more information would really have been a good thing, but no... He wouldn't get it. Damn Bette! Everything had been so nice and slow and easy before her appearance, and now... The demon vigorously pulled at the reigns of his horse to make it go faster.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino With them on their way down the dirt road it would be normal for the most part with no interruptions, Xavier said nothing and kept riding his horse with Bette wrapping her arms around his waist for support. Blushing a bit form underneath his helmet and kept riding trying to ignore her breasts rubbing up against his back.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc was close to feeling embarrassed on behalf of Xavier and what was happening behind him. "Don't you think it would be better if we get Bette her own horse ? Would relieve yours of the strain, too." There was a little, but noticeable bit of demonic chuckle in his tone...</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "How much gold do you two have?" Bette said peering over form the mute's shoulder to look at Madawc, "twenty five hundred..." Xavier said calmly a bit surprised that Madawc was not surprised that Xavier was talking.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Hmm... not much." Madawc replied, leaving the question how much 'not much' really was unanswered deliberately. "Why do you ask?" He wanted to find out what they intended to spend his money on first. "You want to buy another horse or what ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Yes...if that is what you are implying..." Xavier said staring at him now form where he was,"Well how much do you have?Maybe you two can bring up enough gold together to buy a horse..." Bette said softly looking over to Madawc also while the three of them were heading pasted a caravan of merchants.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "I think..." Madawc started digging into his pockets, apparently most of them were empty or filled with other things than coins. "... the equivalent of two hundred seventy seven... or so. Do you need a good one ?"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "I think i will only need one that can get us to point B..." Bette said sighing and holding tightly onto Xavier's waist, "That will be enough" The young man said blinking before moving ahead to the next town.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik They arrived at their selected destination a few hours later. Madawc had not said much, but he had been increasingly busy with holding himself together and not break out in loud laughter. Seeing Xavier and Bette squeeze onto each other was somewhat hilarious to see for him. He wouldn't have tolerated this if it had been him, that was for sure. The fact that Xavier was suddenly able to speak wasn't a surprise for the demon. It would probably have been if it had happened as a single event, but compared to the ex-mute having been declared as one of the most important persons currently alive and being partly a demon himself, it was rather neglegible. After all, one could not speak of 'suddenly' anymore: He had been able to speak since he was born. It had been just dormant - or a lie altogether for an unknown reason. Madawc couldn't tell. Now he was waiting what kind of dirt-cheap horse the two were going to buy.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Which one do you think would be good?" Bette said pointing to the many horses that were standing in a stable naying softly, As they got into the town many of the villagers of the town were watching the three of them most of them staring at Xavier's armor or the strange feeling form Madawc being around. Xavier did not say anything feeling somewhat tired for a reason he did not know yet, but Bette would know that the ex-mute needs either blood to nurse him in a way.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc had noted the grim glance the stablemaster had thrown at him. He was observing the half-demon. "I think he's afraid of me sitting on any of his horses..." Madawc suddenly grabbed Bette and lifted her single-handedly on his outstretched arm before dropping her to the floor again. "You are lithe, pick any. But maybe I might have to add my armor to it if mine can't carry me anymore with it."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded to this and started walking around the stable avoiding the horse shit that was littered on the floor,Stopping for a moment after a half hour or so pointing to a strong looking horse that was a dark brown in color with white spots adored all over it's body. Xavier nodded and looked over the stable owner who was watching them carefully, The stableman gave his price for the house as the ex-mute pulled out some gold form the gold sack waiting for Madawc to do the same to pay for Bette's horse.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "You know that I should expect a favor in return for this..." Madawc said lowly before giving his coins and threw them gently at the stableman. "Now we need proper gear and supplies for you..." Madawc got back to his own beast, earning the stableman's grim view once again as it became clear that the demon wanted to get back up on his own mount.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Thanks" Bette said smiling and that that the stablemen was paid as Bette got on the horse, "I don't expect much..just gonna do my part to help you as best i can" She then added rubbing the horse's neck. "Where next?" Xavier said softly wondering where they would be going to get some gear.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc shrugged his shoulders. "How should I know ? I didn't lead us to this town. We need food stuff and a proper saddle, or do you intend to ride bareback ?" He now mounted his own horse again, the stableman looking rather shocked seeing his horse having to carry him. >>You should walk, you fat man!<< he yelled at him, presenting a bad gesture and advancing towards the demon-man by a few short steps. Madawc wasn't pleased. Enough was enough. This guy wanted to see that he was still physically able to do a lot of things ? Fine... He jumped off and grabbed the stableman single-handedly, forcing him to the ground and pressing his elbow onto his chest. "I don't respond well to insults!"</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Eh their is no need for that kind of violence..." Bette said getting off her horse and trying to pull him off of the man, Xavier got off his horse also pulling Bette back and trying to gently push Madawc away form the man as best he could. If he was successful then he would move Madawc aside and help the man onto his feet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik They were not successful in the sense of them actually moving Madawc anywhere, but Bette and Xavier were successful with stopping him doing what he was doing. The stableman got back up to his feet and was silent. He didn't have much time to speak anyway, because Madawc continued his rant: "You can tell my many things, and I have heard a lot of things over the past few days. But you can't do that paired with insults like these! That's all!" He went away, not looking back at what his two companions were doing. "Let's search for a decent vendor or some sort..."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Right of course let us go before they come after us with pitchforks and torches.." Bette said calming saying sorry to the stableman while watching Xavier walking away holding the rope around the horse's neck and walking to the general store that would hold most of the supplies that they would need. Bette soon followed behind him.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "If they come with pitchforks and torches, I will come with fists and magic!" Madawc snarled. He was clearly steaming, but at least he did let Xavier and Bette into the general store before entering it himself. With that protective barrier in front of him his bad mood probably would not be too penetrative. While he was letting Bette and Xavier do their business first, he counted his remaining coins. It really wasn't much that was left, but it would be enough to keep him nourished for a few days. He could sleep outside, if necessary.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette was doing most of the talking with the shopkeeper trying not to piss him or Madawc off as he was rather agitated still, Staning beside Xavier helping him pick out the tools and things that they will need for their journey. All the while her eyes moving to Madawc to check on him. "This one..." The former mute said pointing to a piece of rope that could provide useful for something during their travel.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik It didn't slip through Madawc's attention that Bette was observing him. From a neutral point of view this action would have been quite adequate, given what had happened a few minutes ago, but for him, it was very annoying. The man didn't say anything though, but instead was brooding with arms crossed in front of his chest and leaning against a wall further away from them. After Xavier and Bette had finished her business, it was his turn to buy supplies. It wasn't much - for a simple reason: He was running out of money. However since he had provided funding for Bette, Madawc assumed that it would be nothing but fair if she would share hers with him when it became necessary. The demon-man approaached the couple that was waiting outside, clamping a small bag between his upper arm and his torso. "So... plans for the remainder of the day ?" Perhaps 'day' was a bit euphemistic: It was turning dark rapidly now. Yet he would not have been surprised if they made the decision to go on through the night.</s>
<\|description\|>NameMadawc Trellnik RaceHuman-demon hybrid Age27 Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal. However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away. After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment. Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is. Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement. Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds. Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness. Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Afraid of the night, me ?" Some would have blushed, but for Madawc, the question was borderlining ludicrousness so hard that it actually managed to stop him from thinking about being angry. The half-demon laughed so intensive that his chubby belly started wobbling up and down. "You did notice that I volunteered for the watch last night, didn't you ? Why should riding at night be any more dangerous than that ? I'm being carried comfortably, that's all."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Well i know that you will need someone to help stopping you filling your underwear..." Bette said giggling and patting his shoulder in a friendly manner, Xavier meanwhile was looking over towards them scolding them form underneath his helmet while now walking in front of them having put his gear into his pack. "Lets...go..." He said slowly looking to Bette and then to Madawc.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "And you will be blown away by the wind if you let your mount go too fast..." Madawc replied. He didn't sound very amused, but he didn't sound aggressive either. It had just been a joke of her that he couldn't really understand. Why was Xavier talking so slowly ? Was it him not being appreciative of Bette's joke as well or something else ? He didn't ask. Asking had not shown to posess much of an effectiveness so far when it came to the former mute. Madawc pushed his body into the saddle, still in full armor and now with some additional supplies in his bags.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier mounted his horse looking towards Bette scolding her also mostly for taking up their time when they should be riding to the main city of Bravado, He already had a idea of what he would say to the king and how he would leave his services and how he would speak to him about perhaps either retiring or doing another services for him. With his new "powers" He would need to train them and getting ready for freeing his father's comrades, Although he would think of freeing his comrades will anger the king of Bravado or anyone else in the land.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik It was a whizzing noise that entered Xavier's and Bette's ears. The group of three had entered an extended forest that lay in their path towards Bravado. The trees were tall and dark, but the seldom travelers had created a narrow dirt road leading through it. They could only ride behind, not next to each other. It was because of this that the loud demonic growl came from behind. Then a noise of something rather soft, but very large and heavy hitting the ground. Madawc, who was not wearing his armor because it was packed onto Bette's horse, had been struck by an arrow though his shoulder. The attacker already was nowhere to be seen again, and there was no noise that would be standing out from the ubiquitous rushing of the wind and the occasional dropping of a piece of branch onto the floor. The demon was bleeding badly.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier pulled out his large looking sword growling softly getting mentally prepared for the incoming battle, Stopping his horse for a moment getting off of it so that his steed would not be harmed form the incoming arrows. Now moving close to Madawc blocking the next incoming arrows with his sword. Bette now stood beside the two of the demon-men turning into her demonic form and the three of them waiting for the next incoming attack.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Standing there and observing the environment was of no avial. Whatever was out there would not come out unless more effort was put into the search. Perhaps the attacker - whoever he, she or they were - already was on the run and building up distance. "What the hell are you waiting for ?" Madawc groaned with pain. His hand was shaking badly as he reached for the arrow's shaft. Should he pull the thing out ? It would at least allow him to move, roll on the floor to a position that was less exposed. On the other hand it could be nothing but the arrow itself that was sealing off the worst injuries his blood vessels had suffered.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier nodded and rushed into the direction of the arrows using some of his powers to see where they could be, He could see a vague image of who the attacker were but he was not sure. Before he left he had quickly asked Bette to look after Madawc just in cause their is another attacker to get the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier's image that he had gained through his new powers was blurred. The enemy was moving extremely fast. In fact, it was flying - and it now suddenly came down from the treetops. Large, feathered wings were attached to a sleek, but muscular body. The creature had its hands free for using its bow while descending and released a deafening shriek. It appeared that it planned to slam right into the former mute.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier swinged his sword at the incoming demons completely missing and cutting the big trees behind them in a single slash, The demons would have ample time to knock the former mute down onto his feet. Bette meanwhile in her demon form using her hair tentacles to try to claw at the incoming demons while encouraging the former muter to get up.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The creature - which wasn't a demon at all, although its appearance was a quite close match for common imaginations of one - didn't manage to entirely dodge the tentacle which had suddenly emanated from Bette. It was slammed to the ground, but then it had the opportunity to score a decent hit on Xavier who seemed not to be in so much control of his big sword. It bit into his armored leg, its teeth apparently not becoming damaged by the metal and started to move its head around violently with the mute still caught in the creature's iron bite.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier let out a low grunt form the creature that was biting on leg trying to kick the creature off of his leg, Thrusting his sword downward trying to stab the thing that was biting him. Bette meanwhile was trying to attack the others that were coming after them hissing and trying to protect the two men.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Xavier's attempted strike was a success, though a rather costly one. The impaled creature died, bleeding all across his lower body. The creature's teeth had made quite visible dents in his armor and the blood that was seeping in through the gaps between the different pieces of it felt like a weak acid irritating the skin. There was one other creature left. It focused on Bette since she was attacking it and managed to slam her to the ground, its feet standing on her thighs and its claws thrusting downwards to reach her. It was only then when a sudden, hot blast wave hit them both, tossing them a few feet through the air and separating them again. Its origin: Madawc, who had managed to get up onto his feet. It was a horribly unstable walk and even through his demonic skin he looked really pale.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Xavier felt the sting of the weak acidic fluid on his armor and some on his skin making him cringe slightly, Moving slowly towards where Bette was trying to protect the two of them. Bette was holding onto her own swatting away the creature that were attacking them, Using her tentacle hair to help protect Xavier. With the creature and herself being knocked back she took this moment to stand up onto her feet rushing at the creature ready rip it apart.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik The creature weighed too much for Bette's rush to have any noticeable impact by itself, but her weapon managed to punch through its heart. Exhaling the stench of flesh slowly rotting between its sharp teeth with what would be its last breath, it slowly succumbed before her. While sliding down, it left a trail of its own blood sticking to Bette's breast, belly and feet.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette let out a soft sight licking the blood that was on her breasts smiling to herself enjoying their taste,"You...two...okay?" Xavier asked the both of them slowly standing up feeling the slight sting of the bites of the creature. Bette nodded and walked over to Madawc checking his wounds.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc had slowly relocated himself to a large stone he could rest his back against. The demon-man was breathing heavily, pain distoring his facial expression. "Get some bandages, then I'll pull the thing out." he instructed Bette with a rather harsh voice. That fight had been a tough one... "We should consider going around this forest. It isn't safe."</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino Bette nodded walking over to him getting some bandages form the pack that Xavier's horse was carrying, Getting what she needed starting to work on the wound that Madawc had and then would deal with the former mute's wounds.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik Madawc moaned in pain as the bandages were applied, but not doing so would have been lethal because he had pulled out the arrow. He was standing, put pale even through his normally very reddish skin. "I don't know if I'm able to ride on alone." he said with a somewhat shaky voice.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "You..can..ride with..me..if you...would..like..." Xavier spoke softly pointing to his horse,"No Xavier...don't worry form now on we will stay as a group" Bette said in a motherly tone of voice as she fixed him up. Soon enough he was ready to go when he was of course he was badly injured after all.</s> <\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "Thank you." Madawc said towards Bette, though internally highly reluctant. If it had not been for her, this entire journey would not have escalated into what it was now. "I'm still convinced that we should go around this forest. We have barely survived this!" The demon climbed onto Xavier's horse, trying to leave enough space for the former mute to get up as well.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Aretino "Do you want us to bring your horse with us?" Bette said now walking over to his injured horse now trying to remove the arrow and help the creature recover.Xavier looked over to Madawc looking him over curiously rising a brow form underneath his mask.</s>	<\|message\|>NameMadawc Trellnik "What's wrong ?" Madawc asked somewhat unpatiently. "And of course I would want to keep it. I just want to get out of this damn forest before the next bunch of creatures finishes us off."</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely Chris N. Green --- Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black. --- --- -Basics- Age: 240 Gender: Male -Appearance- General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in. Build: Average. Hair/color: Dirty blonde. Skin color: Light pale. Eye color: Dull red. Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms. -Other- Personality: Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace. Skill list: Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire. * Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time. * Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong. * Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly. * Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts. * Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand. Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green The only thought running through Chris' head was that he was extremely glad that he lived in the middle of nowhere. Well, that, and staying alive. Fists were flying toward his face, his chest, his stomach at alarming rates. It took most of his concentration to avoid them. The man in front of him was snarling with a ruthless, menacing intent in his glowing yellow eyes. A low growl was forming deep inside of Chris' own throat. It was astonishing that his opponent was not yet worn out -- they'd been going at it for at least half an hour now. Chris knew he'd be excruciatingly bruised. Too bad his regeneration only counted for external wounds. His arms could barely keep up to block the blows, and before he could react, there was a sword at his throat as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the road. "Jesus!" Chris exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "After a few years, you'd think you'd get tired of this!" The blade began to cut into his skin, and he winced. It wouldn't take long for a minor cut to heal, but if his opponent decided to decapitate him, it was game over. This had already happened before. There was still a lingering scar on his throat that was now being ripped open again. "Keep relocating like you always do, and it makes it more fun," his opponent and brother, Jacob, growled down at him. "So kill me," Chris smirked. "Get it over with." In the exact second he felt the blade begin to press further into his throat, Chris used every ounce of his strength to throw his brother off of him. Out came his large, black wings, ripping through the fabric of his shirt. They began to flap, pushing the air underneath them as he was lifted quickly into the air. Jacob reacted just as quick, wings spread, and began to fly after Chris. To fly took an immense amount of energy. It took keeping his weight up, as well as moving the muscles of his wings to propel him forward and stay in the air. Now, Chris was flying at his maximum speed -- yet it still seemed to not be enough. He cursed his brother for coming first. He caught all the good genes. "C'mere, coward!" Jacob shouted behind him. Chris only continued to fly, eventually slowing over a large field from growing tired. He turned to face his opponent and lifted his palm upward, summoning a small ball of fire in one quick motion, then launching it toward his pursuer. Jacob dodged it with flawless skill, drawing a frustrated groan from Chris. "God, stop being so OP," he huffed, then had no time to react as his brother crashed into him. His brother's hands grabbed the front of his shirt, positioning him downward as they began to crash into the ground. Making impact, a small crater was created, and of course Chris took the most damage. He could feel ribs snapping and then desperately try to mesh back together, and it elicited a strongly pained scream, following by a string of curses. Pathetically, Chris called out for help. It would have been idiotic to call out for help if nobody was around, but he could vaguely sense a nearby presence -- he didn't know whether human, animal, or other, or how close they were. His senses were being numbed by the pain.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was training like normal until she heard a great crash in the field, she was training in. "W-What happened it felt like an Earthquake at this hour?" Scarlett thought with her depression taking hold. She could sense presences of two people within the vicinity she decided to go searching, and it didn't take long to find a massive crater, she was holding the Scarlett Rose in her hands. She sighed at what is going on until she looked down inside of the crater and sees two male demons fighting, with the one on the ground being hurt. She swallowed her pride a bit and her blade was glowing a different color and it was courage, which was multitude of different colors. "S-Stop it, no one told me there was other demons in the world, I thought my family was the only ones," Scarlett said pretty loudly towards the two that is fighting without knowing their names. Her tone of voice was mostly an ordering tone of voice and she never really asked anyone to stop fighting before.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?" Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady." "Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid. "That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was slightly amazed, which was her courage helped the person, who's next to her, which had dirty blonde hair. She noticed he somewhat looked like he had a trouble with the one still in the crater clenching his fist and sword because, and she can tell he had injuries on his body. She heard what the guy in the crater said about her, even though she has to agree with him about she is shorter than most demons. She was looking directly at the man in the crater but heard what the guy next to her said. The Scarlett Rose blade starts to glow black, since Scarlett had fear deep within her soul, when she saw the man in the crater's eyes turning black. "I guess these two really resent each other," Scarlett thought for a bit. Scarlett hears the dirty blonde next to her say what he said and noticed him summon up two Battle Swords and also grabbed them quickly and brandished them towards the guy in the crater. Scarlett smiles slightly when the guy with dirty blonde hair said, what he said. She held the Scarlett Rose in more of an offensive position than what she had when she came to investigate the area, which was defensive. "Y-Yeah, it definitely is," Scarlett said slightly nervous. She is kinda trying to hide the fact she was blushing a little bit, which is why she looked nervous instead of blushing. The Scarlett Rose started to glow, its normal blue in color.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over." "You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sighs a relief when the person in the crater vanishes into a puff of smoke and she somewhat relaxes. She stars at the dirty blonde, sighs and she looks at his wounds. "I-I can heal you if you want though you probably want to know my name before I do anything like that," Scarlett said shyly to the dirty blonde guy standing in front of her. She seethes her sword into her seethe since she carries it wherever she goes. "My name is Scarlett Nina Atkinson, it's nice to meet you this is the most exciting thing I have done in awhile," Scarlett said happily with a sigh of depression in her tone of voice. The sword in her seethe was glowing a mix of blue, pink, and yellow all at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped. "My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees the dirty blonde's injuries are healing and is happy to see that her healing powers aren't needed right now. She hears the person's name was Chris Green and she smiled slightly until he asked of her sword. "The Scarlett Rose changes colors based on my moods and the color it usually shows is blue, which is in turn is depression," Scarlett said explaining. Since she said the word blue, the sword in its seethe starts glowing a blue faint aura. "The primarily reason why I am depressed is no one in my family is paying attention to me anymore, it's like I don't exist anymore," Scarlett said depressingly.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother." He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard Chris say that the male in the crater was his brother and she smiled somewhat mostly that he listened to her without telling her to go to her room. "I-I guess he always wants try to kill you or something," Scarlett said holding her hand near her chest. Scarlett noticed Chris tossed his swords in the air and they vanished quickly and leaving a black smoke. Scarlett sighs slightly and turns towards her house, the Atkinson Residence. "M-My house is this way if you want to come," Scarlett said shyly towards Chris. She puts her sword on her back and it glows a pink in color. "My mother died giving birth to me," Scarlett said teary eyed and crying. She remembers who told her this and it was her father Nick.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees Chris' hand touch her shoulder. She calms down when he told her that he never knew his dad either. "O-Okay I will try to stop crying," Scarlett said wiping her tears away. Scarlett starts to walk towards the Atkinson Residence, which is a big mansion in the distance and it is only five miles away. "The staff usually keeps my secret I train out here, since I wouldn't want to be grounded by my father," Scarlett said slightly teary eyed.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in. "Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely Chris N. Green --- Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black. --- --- -Basics- Age: 240 Gender: Male -Appearance- General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in. Build: Average. Hair/color: Dirty blonde. Skin color: Light pale. Eye color: Dull red. Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms. -Other- Personality: Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace. Skill list: Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire. * Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time. * Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong. * Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly. * Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts. * Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand. Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was training like normal until she heard a great crash in the field, she was training in. "W-What happened it felt like an Earthquake at this hour?" Scarlett thought with her depression taking hold. She could sense presences of two people within the vicinity she decided to go searching, and it didn't take long to find a massive crater, she was holding the Scarlett Rose in her hands. She sighed at what is going on until she looked down inside of the crater and sees two male demons fighting, with the one on the ground being hurt. She swallowed her pride a bit and her blade was glowing a different color and it was courage, which was multitude of different colors. "S-Stop it, no one told me there was other demons in the world, I thought my family was the only ones," Scarlett said pretty loudly towards the two that is fighting without knowing their names. Her tone of voice was mostly an ordering tone of voice and she never really asked anyone to stop fighting before.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?" Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady." "Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid. "That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was slightly amazed, which was her courage helped the person, who's next to her, which had dirty blonde hair. She noticed he somewhat looked like he had a trouble with the one still in the crater clenching his fist and sword because, and she can tell he had injuries on his body. She heard what the guy in the crater said about her, even though she has to agree with him about she is shorter than most demons. She was looking directly at the man in the crater but heard what the guy next to her said. The Scarlett Rose blade starts to glow black, since Scarlett had fear deep within her soul, when she saw the man in the crater's eyes turning black. "I guess these two really resent each other," Scarlett thought for a bit. Scarlett hears the dirty blonde next to her say what he said and noticed him summon up two Battle Swords and also grabbed them quickly and brandished them towards the guy in the crater. Scarlett smiles slightly when the guy with dirty blonde hair said, what he said. She held the Scarlett Rose in more of an offensive position than what she had when she came to investigate the area, which was defensive. "Y-Yeah, it definitely is," Scarlett said slightly nervous. She is kinda trying to hide the fact she was blushing a little bit, which is why she looked nervous instead of blushing. The Scarlett Rose started to glow, its normal blue in color.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over." "You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sighs a relief when the person in the crater vanishes into a puff of smoke and she somewhat relaxes. She stars at the dirty blonde, sighs and she looks at his wounds. "I-I can heal you if you want though you probably want to know my name before I do anything like that," Scarlett said shyly to the dirty blonde guy standing in front of her. She seethes her sword into her seethe since she carries it wherever she goes. "My name is Scarlett Nina Atkinson, it's nice to meet you this is the most exciting thing I have done in awhile," Scarlett said happily with a sigh of depression in her tone of voice. The sword in her seethe was glowing a mix of blue, pink, and yellow all at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped. "My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees the dirty blonde's injuries are healing and is happy to see that her healing powers aren't needed right now. She hears the person's name was Chris Green and she smiled slightly until he asked of her sword. "The Scarlett Rose changes colors based on my moods and the color it usually shows is blue, which is in turn is depression," Scarlett said explaining. Since she said the word blue, the sword in its seethe starts glowing a blue faint aura. "The primarily reason why I am depressed is no one in my family is paying attention to me anymore, it's like I don't exist anymore," Scarlett said depressingly.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother." He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard Chris say that the male in the crater was his brother and she smiled somewhat mostly that he listened to her without telling her to go to her room. "I-I guess he always wants try to kill you or something," Scarlett said holding her hand near her chest. Scarlett noticed Chris tossed his swords in the air and they vanished quickly and leaving a black smoke. Scarlett sighs slightly and turns towards her house, the Atkinson Residence. "M-My house is this way if you want to come," Scarlett said shyly towards Chris. She puts her sword on her back and it glows a pink in color. "My mother died giving birth to me," Scarlett said teary eyed and crying. She remembers who told her this and it was her father Nick.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett sees Chris' hand touch her shoulder. She calms down when he told her that he never knew his dad either. "O-Okay I will try to stop crying," Scarlett said wiping her tears away. Scarlett starts to walk towards the Atkinson Residence, which is a big mansion in the distance and it is only five miles away. "The staff usually keeps my secret I train out here, since I wouldn't want to be grounded by my father," Scarlett said slightly teary eyed.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in. "Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett was continuing to walk home looking at her home, which is massive but she feels proud to live there. She listens to Chris ask about, why she would be grounded. "Even though my father ignores me," Scarlett said a little bit teary eyed. Scarlett stops and turns around slowly towards Chris and looks at him with a gentle smile. "He would only ground me to protect me from his enemies, which would want the Atkinson Family Fortune," Scarlett said with a smile. Scarlett turns back around and continues to walk towards the Atkinson Residence. Scarlett was slightly worried about telling a person she just met awhile ago, which she is worth a lot of money but her family's home is a very large mansion in the middle of nowhere.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Listening to her speak, he nodded. To be truthful, he was baffled by her ignorant innocence to trust him with this information, however vague it was. It was obvious to anyone who came this far out into the country that these people were loaded -- after all, their house was a very large, very extravagant mansion. It was no secret that they had a fortune. "That's understandable," Chris told her. He looked at her and saw that there were tears in her eyes again. "Why are you so upset?" he asked, concern in his voice. "I've just met you but you've done nothing but cry."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett hears his concern in his voice and somewhat feels a little bit relaxed. "I-I got into a fight with my father before he went to work," Scarlett said crying. The Scarlett Rose starts to glow a brighter blue since that fight with her father made her cry much. Scarlett looks at the ground while walking and she was walking slower. "H-He told me to stop bugging him and he came close in hitting me but didn't," Scarlett said that is a sad tone of voice. She cannot really remember the last time her father tried to hit her because it never happened until he left for work around the morning times.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green Only the fact that Scarlett was still a stranger stopped Chris from shaking her like a rag doll. The pathetic display she was presenting was irritating him to no ends. She started walking slower, and so he adjusted his pace to hers. With a stoic expression, he only looked straight ahead, even though she sounded so sad. "If you're bugging him, stop," he said. "Even if you aren't bugging him. If he says you're bugging him, just leave him alone. He can't miss what isn't lost."</s> <\|message\|>Scarlett N. Atkinson Scarlett heard what Chris said about just leaving her father alone so there can't be anymore confrontation. She looks up to the sky for a bit and notices a helicopter going towards her house, and it had the Atkinson Family's Symbol on it and the Atkinson Corporation logo on it. It was a Silverish Blue Helicopter and it was flying high but she could see it clearly. Scarlett looks back at the Atkinson's Residence and a regretful sigh, which she gave. "I-I agree with what you are saying," Scarlett said with a better attitude than just depression and sadness. She starts to walk a little bit faster, which was her walking speed before she slowed down. The Scarlett Rose was glowing a dimmer blue in color. The Atkinson Corporation's Helicopter slows down to a crawl because it was about to land in the backyard of the Atkinson's Residence on one of three helipads and the helicopter stays going for a bit since it is quite loud still.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Nicholas Green "I know I don't know you," Chris said as he followed her eyes, watching the helicopter even as it readied to land, "but I can already tell you need to toughen up." He looked at her with a serious look and then asked, "Who's in the helicopter?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) She has spent so much time in the moonlight the rumor is that her hair turned white in the moonbeams. Her eyes are a pale blue, like two pools of light Age: was turned during the time of Ancient Rome Tail: Specific Skill: has a talent for healing magic Bio: Arys is the name she was given when she was turned. She remembers barely anything about life as a human. Little things tug at her memory now and then, but on the whole she doesn't miss her human life and that is a blessing, for her life as a human was wretched and horrendous. Not even her Shellan, the one who turned her, will speak of it. Because of what happened to her in her former life she harbors a great fear of humans, especially males. To the point where she fears males of any species, even sea creatures like sharks, dolphins and whales. Arys loves all of her mersisters, but enjoys time to herself as well. Her favorite pastime is searching the reef for beautiful shells to add to her collection and listening to her sisters sing. Anything else: Nighttime is her favorite time, especially during a full moon. Anyone who joins and wants to be tied to her in some way (mermaid or future happenings with a merman) just pm me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys' hands gripped Ariyah's shoulders tightly as they faced the newcomer. "H-he doesn't look like... the other was larger and his eyes... oh gods Ariyah his eyes! They were red and savage!" she cried, shaking uncontrollably. "They harmed a young female dolphin and one of the pregnant turtles that was on her way to lay her eggs. They hurt them and didn't care. All mermen are monsters, just as Mailyn said!" Arys claimed. "If they discover the beach where the other turtles are laying their eggs none of them will survive." She stared at the necklace around her sister's neck. "Where did you get that?" she asked fearfully as she knew the answer already. "You can't trust any of them Ariyah! They are all ruthless monsters! They will use you to get to the rest of us! They will torture and kill us all!" She turned on the male before them. "Go away! Go away before you lead the rest of your blood thirsty band to us! Is the whole ocean not enough for you?! Your kind have hunted us to near extincetion! We have never done anything to you! Leave us be!"</s> <\|message\|>Link @wolverbells Link blinks at the necklace, for he knew exactly which clan that came from. shellborn....how did she he locks eyes with them. "I am link." his voice does not sound savage or brutish, but something about it almost warns to be careful. That this one has kind tendencies yes, but is also capable of ripping things to shreds if upset. His eyes go to Arys. "I am not with that band...in fact if I was caught they would kill me for being a loner" he sounds calm, his hands staying where they are. "I am not my kin." true statements of both, being a loner is generally frowned upon by mermen and he is different. He had no idea why either. He found himself curious about these mermaids. Wondering what they were like, if some of the stories were really true or just embellishments by his kin to spawn hatred.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad looked at her curiously, wondering what could possibly stop anyone from simply swimming where ever they pleased if they could swim. She knew humans weren't the strongest of swimmers but none the less it was difficult for her to quite grasp the issue. A small wave crashed down just behind her, pushing her forward half a foot, before dragging her back out another two. She could've easily stayed were she was, it on her terms that she let the ocean pull her back. "If you want," she said, "you could come help her yourself." The mermaid gave a small smile before ducking under the water. She peered around under the surface, she could here the click of a dolphin in the distance, though it didn't sound in danger. She surfaced once again, pushing her dark hair back behind her ear. "I mean, i could turn you into a mermaid. If you want." A loving smile played across her face as she spoke.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily blinked in confusion at the mermaid's cryptic response and she couldn't help but ask "Huh?" She stood up and walked over to the water, well, she hurried over when the mermaid submerged beneath the waves. She called as she hurried into the water, stopping at ankle length, "W-Wait! What do you mean by that?!" Whether it was by coincidence or if the mermaid heard her, she rose up and answered. Cecily was surprised at the answer, and she couldn't help but think, leaving Cecily somewhat oblivious to the loving smile that crept onto the mermaid's face. Become a mermaid...? She could do that? Cecily was curious about what life underwater was like, but...would this change be temporary or permanent? If it was permanent, could she really leave her family behind (even if they never really needed her when they had her perfect sister)? She asked the mermaid, making complete eye contact with her, curiosity and some wariness apparent in her voice, "Really...? Wh-What would be the catch?"</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her usual dull eyes now stared at Arys, wide with fear, as she heard the atrocities that the said mermen committed. Although the young mermaid did feel fear towards what Arys had just told her, the claims that followed made Ariyah feel something else. A bit of protectiveness, maybe? She was oddly defensive about the necklace that she wore, quickly reaching up and covering it with her hand as she saw Arys' fearful look. "I... I don't believe they are all as horrible as they have been made out to be." Her voice was quiet as she looked down to look at the necklace. She'd have to explain what had happened to her fellow sister later on. She wouldn't understand right now due to the fact that she had just been startled by a group of real monsters. Ariyah then turned her attention to the merman at hand. He had just spoken his name, Link, and also explained that he was not of the Shellborn kingdom. "You'd be killed?" She now spoke up, curiosity in every word that she spoke. The girls head tilted slightly as she looked at the merman. It was true that he did not look like the other Mermen that she had came in contact with. "I should want you then. I've been promised protection by them." Although this wasn't a lie, it wasn't entirely the truth. Ariyah knew how to talk her way in to things and out of things. "What are you doing on your own?" Ariyah knew she was probably getting in even more trouble by continuing her questioning. In all honesty, Ariyah had now been intrigued into finding out more about the mermen life. She had always been curious about the humans and her past life, but this was different. She felt a need to find out why these mermen were such a taboo to the mermaid life.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki "well..." she started, "you'd have to live in the ocean with my sister's and I. But I promise we're all quite nice. " The meremaid paused, thinking about what other things might be included as a 'catch'. " You'd live for more than a thousand years, I don't know how long humans usually last, but surely that's longer. Hmmm, we have magic as well. That's how I found you!" Aquawlad allowed her mind to wonder for a moment, trying to bring up the feelings shed had as a new mermaid. Everything was so strange and distant in her memories, years melted together until only the most unique experiences remained whole. Unfortunately her first decade as a mermaid was wholly unexceptional. She looked back at the human, her golden eyes meeting an intense stare. "oh, I'm so sorry. I just got lost in thought. Don't feel like you have to change, it's not exactly a thing you can change your mind about later. "</s>	<\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) "I know what Mailyn taught all of us," Arys told Ariyah sternly. "That all mermen are savage brutes. They are to be feared," she said her eyes darting back to the one who called himself 'Link'. They had names? Arys looked at her sister, bewildered. "Promised protection? At what cost? They only know how to do things for their own gain," she insisted. "Whatever they told you, it was a lie. Look at me sister, blood of my blood. You trust a monster over me?" she asked pleadingly, dreading the response. If these 'shellborn' mermen knew they were there then there was more to fear. They would have to leave, forced from their home by opposing sides that wanted to destroy each other. But they couldn't leave... the turtles... the reef... it needed them. Everything in the surrounding waters needed the mermaids help to nurture and care for them. "They can't force us from our home. Not again," she said, determined that the past would not repeat itself. Ariyah had not been reborn as a mermaid when the last conflict had occurred. When Arys had made her terrible mistake... The sun was beginning to set on the world. Arys stared at the light as it began to fade into oranges and reds above them. "The turtles... Ariyah they will be laying their eggs any moment. We have to be there to tend them. Predators wait for them," she reminded her sister, tugging on her arm.</s>
<\|description\|>Ariyah Pic Age Turned recently, within the last 50 years, at the age of 22 Tail Personality Ariyah is a very strong willed woman who tends to voice her opinion when she thinks is necessary, but she knows when to choose her battles. She does come across as timid at first, seeing as how she likes to observes before speaking to strangers but once she is befriended, it's easy to get along with her. Bio Ariyah never really expected to become anything in life. In her mind, she believed that she would grow up and settle down as an adult, somewhere far away. She lived with only her mother in a small, two bedroom apartment near the school she went to up until she went off to college. Her mother, being a lawyer, was able to care for the two of them and still have sufficient money for them but Ariyah chose to go off on her own and build something. It was when she began on her Masters in college, that one unfortunate night she came face to face with the cold waters of the deep. A drunk driver had caused Ariyah to drive off a cliff edge while she was driving back home, and the moment she hit the waters, Ariyah had gone unconscious. She remembers very little of her previous life, only that she was nearly killed by another driver. Her silvery, blue eyes turned into a purple color that sometimes seems dull to others.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys followed the pack of monsters at a distance. She knew this was a highly stupid thing to do, but what if they came across one of her sisters? What if they damaged the reef or harmed an animal? Her fears were confirmed when one of them jabbed his spear through the shell of a sea turtle and tossed it out of his way. Arys had to hold herself back until they were out of sight before rushing to the poor creature's aid. It was a female, on her way to the beach to lay her eggs. Arys began to sing as she focused her energy into her hands, her eyes glowing. The turtle recognized her from when it had been born on the very beach it was returning to so it held still knowing she would help. She couldn't heal the hole in the shell, but she could heal the wound made by the spear in the turtle's flesh. Kayn turned sharply. That sound. It was singing. He smirked, his hands going to his blades. Got you," he murmured before heading straight for the voice. Arys was unaware of the danger approaching, focusing all of her attention on the turtle. Once it was healed she kissed it's head. "Go to the beach with the others. I will be there shortly," she told the turtle and gently pushed it in the direction of the island. Her expression was troubled as she watched it. She had healed the wound but the shell was still damaged. Once the turtle was out in the open ocean again, she might not survive. Curse the monsters and the damage they caused! They didn't even care! A flash caught her eye and she screamed when she saw one of the monsters headed straight for her, his swords gleaming. He smiled evilly, her screams of terror and look of fear like an aphrodisiac to him. A mermaid never lived or traveled alone. That meant there were more around here, this territory was theirs. He would bring their fins and heads to his Lord Commander and claim this territory. He wondered what mermaid blood would look like on his swords, his hands and chest. He would bathe in it to sate the bloodlust that consumed him. He roared as he approached. Arys darted away. The monsters were strong but she was fast. She could hear him swearing behind her as she put distance between them. She wished she had the skill of calling the dolphins like her sister did. Their added speed would help greatly. He was soon out of sight behind her but her fear made her continue to swim as fast as she could. She passed another merman, this one smaller and not as savage looking but that didn't stop her from screaming in terror at the sight of him and darting away like lightning. They were everywhere! What were they going to do?! Finally she nearly cried in relief as she spotted one of her sisters on the back of a dolphin. "Ariyah!" Arys screamed in both fear and relief at finally seeing a friendly face. She darted right up and hugged her sister tightly, breathless and sobbing. "Monsters!" she gasped. "Monsters!" @BlackPanther</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys' hands gripped Ariyah's shoulders tightly as they faced the newcomer. "H-he doesn't look like... the other was larger and his eyes... oh gods Ariyah his eyes! They were red and savage!" she cried, shaking uncontrollably. "They harmed a young female dolphin and one of the pregnant turtles that was on her way to lay her eggs. They hurt them and didn't care. All mermen are monsters, just as Mailyn said!" Arys claimed. "If they discover the beach where the other turtles are laying their eggs none of them will survive." She stared at the necklace around her sister's neck. "Where did you get that?" she asked fearfully as she knew the answer already. "You can't trust any of them Ariyah! They are all ruthless monsters! They will use you to get to the rest of us! They will torture and kill us all!" She turned on the male before them. "Go away! Go away before you lead the rest of your blood thirsty band to us! Is the whole ocean not enough for you?! Your kind have hunted us to near extincetion! We have never done anything to you! Leave us be!"</s> <\|message\|>Link @wolverbells Link blinks at the necklace, for he knew exactly which clan that came from. shellborn....how did she he locks eyes with them. "I am link." his voice does not sound savage or brutish, but something about it almost warns to be careful. That this one has kind tendencies yes, but is also capable of ripping things to shreds if upset. His eyes go to Arys. "I am not with that band...in fact if I was caught they would kill me for being a loner" he sounds calm, his hands staying where they are. "I am not my kin." true statements of both, being a loner is generally frowned upon by mermen and he is different. He had no idea why either. He found himself curious about these mermaids. Wondering what they were like, if some of the stories were really true or just embellishments by his kin to spawn hatred.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad looked at her curiously, wondering what could possibly stop anyone from simply swimming where ever they pleased if they could swim. She knew humans weren't the strongest of swimmers but none the less it was difficult for her to quite grasp the issue. A small wave crashed down just behind her, pushing her forward half a foot, before dragging her back out another two. She could've easily stayed were she was, it on her terms that she let the ocean pull her back. "If you want," she said, "you could come help her yourself." The mermaid gave a small smile before ducking under the water. She peered around under the surface, she could here the click of a dolphin in the distance, though it didn't sound in danger. She surfaced once again, pushing her dark hair back behind her ear. "I mean, i could turn you into a mermaid. If you want." A loving smile played across her face as she spoke.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily blinked in confusion at the mermaid's cryptic response and she couldn't help but ask "Huh?" She stood up and walked over to the water, well, she hurried over when the mermaid submerged beneath the waves. She called as she hurried into the water, stopping at ankle length, "W-Wait! What do you mean by that?!" Whether it was by coincidence or if the mermaid heard her, she rose up and answered. Cecily was surprised at the answer, and she couldn't help but think, leaving Cecily somewhat oblivious to the loving smile that crept onto the mermaid's face. Become a mermaid...? She could do that? Cecily was curious about what life underwater was like, but...would this change be temporary or permanent? If it was permanent, could she really leave her family behind (even if they never really needed her when they had her perfect sister)? She asked the mermaid, making complete eye contact with her, curiosity and some wariness apparent in her voice, "Really...? Wh-What would be the catch?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her usual dull eyes now stared at Arys, wide with fear, as she heard the atrocities that the said mermen committed. Although the young mermaid did feel fear towards what Arys had just told her, the claims that followed made Ariyah feel something else. A bit of protectiveness, maybe? She was oddly defensive about the necklace that she wore, quickly reaching up and covering it with her hand as she saw Arys' fearful look. "I... I don't believe they are all as horrible as they have been made out to be." Her voice was quiet as she looked down to look at the necklace. She'd have to explain what had happened to her fellow sister later on. She wouldn't understand right now due to the fact that she had just been startled by a group of real monsters. Ariyah then turned her attention to the merman at hand. He had just spoken his name, Link, and also explained that he was not of the Shellborn kingdom. "You'd be killed?" She now spoke up, curiosity in every word that she spoke. The girls head tilted slightly as she looked at the merman. It was true that he did not look like the other Mermen that she had came in contact with. "I should want you then. I've been promised protection by them." Although this wasn't a lie, it wasn't entirely the truth. Ariyah knew how to talk her way in to things and out of things. "What are you doing on your own?" Ariyah knew she was probably getting in even more trouble by continuing her questioning. In all honesty, Ariyah had now been intrigued into finding out more about the mermen life. She had always been curious about the humans and her past life, but this was different. She felt a need to find out why these mermen were such a taboo to the mermaid life.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquarius Age: He's been alive for a few centuries. Tail: Aquarius's tail is quite unique. It is dark green and as smooth as a dolphin's back. It bears a metallic sheen in certain lighting and bears a deceptive appearance. It seems to be one tail that allows him to speed through the water, but it can divide into eight tentacles that he can use to propel him even quicker through the water as well as to ensnare others. Like an octopus, they have suckers on them, making them difficult to easily remove. They are extremely strong and can crush a person if not careful. They produce a toxin comparable to that of the blue-ringed octopus that can paralyze those who come in contact with it. Aquarius tends to use only an incapacitating dose so that he can apprehend foes rather than kill them. Specific Skill: * Rip Current – with his tentacles, Aquarius can whirl them at blender speeds to create a strong funnel-like current to disorient foes trapped within it or send them whirling away. * Searing Touch – His trident is capable of heating up to white-hot temperatures. You do not want it touching you. * Hardwater Toss - Aquarius can condense the water in his hand into a hard sphere and toss it at foes to knock them down or cause injury. * Venom – His tentacles can produce a venom similar to the blue-ring Octopus that can kill a creature in lethal doses. * Fin Blades - The fins on his forearms can extend like blades - though they extend backwards towards his elbows in a curved shape. They are a natural defense if ever he is disarmed. * Echo - Using a similar technique as dolphins (however it is not a clicking noise), echo allows the mermen to communicate, locating each other's presence before they reach them. This allows them to identify the merman and the clan he is from or to form secret formations for ambush. It can be used as a distress signal or a rallying signal. Bio: Aquarius hatched from an egg into the Kingdom of the Shellborn, or nicknamed by everyone else, Conch Kingdom or Shellhead Kingdom. The mermen are born with shells on their heads that hide their faces just above their lips (and they can see through them just fine too). The shells are sturdy helms and each one bears a unique shape and design. The largest shells are the most admired and praised. Those merman born with the biggest shell are believed to be destined for leadership or to even be king. Aquarius was one of those lucky few to have been born with not the biggest shell, but still big enough to earn the admiration of those around him. No one has ever seen the Shellborn's face for it is taboo for one to remove their helm. If they were to remove it, they could lose it. And if a Shellborn loses his shell, then he is not only forever shamed by the kingdom but banished. Aquarius was raised to become a guardian of the kingdom, and he has patrolled the waters around the kingdom for years battling creatures from sea monsters, to human ships attempting to troll its water, and the rare encounters of mermaids. It had been years since Aquarius had seen a mermaid for they are regarded as the enemy, although, it is unusual how the kingdom is able to breed. In the center of the kingdom is a giant conch shell where the eggs are born and incubated. It is a sacred place and none are allowed to trespass. The priests of the Conch Temple constantly accept offerings of food and treasure, and introduce the newborns to the world. No one has ever questioned the powers of Mother Conch or the mysterious practices of the priests. The merman is very set in his ways and therefore is quite stubborn. He is dutiful and loyal to his kingdom. He lives to see that it thrives. He comes off as rather imposing and intimidating but can be quite the teddy bear if one manages to pierce his soldierly shell. He is a fierce combatant and no matter the size of the enemy, he will always be the first to charge forth. Aquarius loves shellfish. They are his favorite food: crabs, clams, snails, shrimp, and other creatures. He also secretly admires the beauty of the mermaids. Through his short encounters with them for they are quick to flee a merman's presence, he knew what he saw, but their appearance hadn't matched the description of "vicious beasts who desire only to lull you into the deep where they'll feast upon your soul" or "Sea witches who have been known to turn mermen on their own kingdom." He still regards them as a threat either way. Anything Else: I have Aquarius looking similar to the pic, but just read for his in-game description. He wears his shell as a helm and so his face is mostly covered up beneath his exotic shell.</s> <\|message\|>Link Link finds himself alone. Alone and in rather unfamiliar waters. With slow almost lazy movements he swims in no real direction. His black tail giving off a sheen of iridescence whenever the light hits it, until he stops. He blinks at the scenario unfolding not far from him. A band of his 'kind' patrolling. He could feel the violence radiation off of them and feels his own teeth slide out of his gums. He quickly looks away and regains his composure. Once, 'normal' again he slowly looks back. A..mermaid. He tilts his head as curiosity fills his being. He swims slowly now, his movements precise. Not stalking, but stealthy. He finds himself hiding amongst rocks nearby, watching the mermaid as she waves away the dolphin that just helped her. He hopes she will not sense him. Then again, he also hopes the merman will not sense him either. He is strong, but he knew full well a lone merman had little chance against a group. No matter how sharp his teeth are, he can only shred so much before he is over powered. So, he waits to see what happens.</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail --- After Aquawlad had long departed, the sharks' pacing patterns shifted as they seemed to stop in their circles to regard two mersoldiers and one officer that swam down the empty dungeon corridor. Aquarius wore a solemn expression, lips straight beneath his shell helm. He gripped in his fist a trident as his tail rhythmically parted into numerous tentacles before they wound tightly closed in their propelling motions. The three mermen came before the prison where Ariyah was kept, and they regarded the young mermaid. For a long moment, Aquarius said nothing for he was gazing upon the creature before him. It wasn't every day that he saw a mermaid. No; the Shellborn dealt with larger threats on a regular basis and mermaids were normally so elusive that they were almost tales and bedtime stories in his culture. But here she was, an actual mermaid. She resembled a human cut in half and bound to the tail of a fish. Why? Why did the mermaids make more of their kind? It was unnatural. He began the interrogation: "I am Aquarius, Captain of the Shellborn Guard; Defender of the Kingdom; and you…are a mermaid. I nearly believed your race to be but a story, and yet here you are. What were you doing? You were alone. You were calling for help and when my men went to investigate, they reported to me that they found only an unharmed mermaid. So you weren't in danger. So why did you call for help?"</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily looked up, lifting her forehead off of her arms, when a seagull appeared, waddled towards her and screeched at her, before flying off again. She mumbled "Weird...." before she got back to thinking again. She was stuck on a very small island, huddling against a palm tree, and she was pretty sure she was going to freeze in the cold and in the rain. Or at the very least, catch a cold. How was she going to get back to mainland? She couldn't swim back there. That would be ridiculous. And how did her savior get her here in the first place anyways...? She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a warm voice, different from the voice she heard earlier, speak to her. She looked towards the source, suppressing her shudders and shivering to the best of her abilities, and saw that a woman was in the water. She answered, "Y-Yeah...I'm okay, I think. Just cold, and tired is all..." She then asked the woman, noticing that she didn't seem to be wearing a shirt, and that it was cold (even after a good while of being out of the water), "What about you? Aren't you freezing?"</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Ariyah felt grateful that Aquawlad listened to her, a smile forming in her face as she nodded in encouragement for her to go and help the woman. "Thank you." Once Aquawlad had left, Ariyah swam to the back of the cell and left herself float down until she sat on the floor. With a sigh, she returned to her healing to see if there was anything that she had missed. She sat in silence for a while with nothing but her thoughts to reflect on up until she could sense more than one approaching her. Fear began to creep back in as they got closer, and finally reached the cell door. The merman spoke with a tone of great power and confidence. It was easy to see that no one questioned him, ever quite possibly, and that he had the utmost respect of the mermen around him. At least it seemed that way to her. He also did not seem to disrespect her as she thought he would of done. 'Is it a trick? I should probably be polite.. It will probably get me further than being rude. Ariyah observed him as he spoke, keeping her thoughts to herself and she made assumptions about the Captain. She only spoke after he was finished, making sure that she wouldn't interrupt him. "M.. My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong." To Ariyah's surprise, her lie came out as smooth as the truth would have. Although Captain Aquarius came off as a respectable merman, she still feared what the outcome of her might be, especially if they knew she was helping a human. Her mermaid sisters had warned her of the cruel ways that mermen handled humans and it only made her fear more. "Will.. Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men." Soldier</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) Angel Haruki Aquawlad frowned at the women. Perhaps she was more disconnected with how humans were but the women looked just fine, she'd even said she didn't need any help. The mermaid wondered for a moment if this was even the right women, though the human did look like she'd just gone for a dip in the ocean recently. In response to the humans question she flicked her tail out of the water, it's gold scales glistening every moment it was above water,before spashing back underneath the choppy surface. Then in a concerned tone she spoke, "I'm a mermaid silly, i don't think i've ever really felt cold." She gave a small smile before looking over her shoulder back the way she came. She felt she didn't belong out of the water, it was just unnatural. She brushed her dark hair back over her ear and bright eyes focused on the girl continued. "My sister said you needed help, and as much as i'd love to help. Well. If you don't need help, i should go. She's in danger and i only really left because she insisted checking on you. Anyway, if you're fine i really should go dear, and you can just... swim back to your home? You can swim right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail--> City Outskirts --- M..My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong. The three mersoldiers were silent. Will…Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men. The captain was silent for a few seconds further that his men started to side-glance him curiously from beneath their helms. Several streams of bubbles left the gills about his ribs in a sigh. "Take them away," he motioned with his hand in the direction of the sharks as one of his mersoldiers, though a little hesitantly, swam over to the guard sharks to grab them by their dorsal fins and swim with them out of the dungeon. "Release her." The mersoldier's head nearly snapped off his neck when he glanced at his captain in shock. The only indication of the expression was the merman's parted lips in disbelief. The question was right at his lips, but he didn't dare ask it. To question the captain's command would have made him insubordinate, but why was he releasing the prisoner? She was a mermaid! The remaining mersoldier took the coral key from about his neck and used it to unlock the cell. The metal door squealed as it was slid back and it met the wall with a resonating thoom. "You are released. We will safely escort you out of the city," the captain told her. "Come." As the mermen departed, escorting the young mermaid over a city of gawking Shellborn men, they swam out to the city's outskirts. The captain reached up to his neck where a necklace with a nautilus shell hung on a weed-like cord. He snapped it free from his neck and handed it to the mermaid. "As long as you wear this, no merman should bother you lest they are the enemies of the Shellborn. You should be safe in these waters. But mermaid…once you've left this place, it is wise for you not return," he warned. He didn't think that the mermaid was foolish enough to retaliate with others from her pod.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquarius Age: He's been alive for a few centuries. Tail: Aquarius's tail is quite unique. It is dark green and as smooth as a dolphin's back. It bears a metallic sheen in certain lighting and bears a deceptive appearance. It seems to be one tail that allows him to speed through the water, but it can divide into eight tentacles that he can use to propel him even quicker through the water as well as to ensnare others. Like an octopus, they have suckers on them, making them difficult to easily remove. They are extremely strong and can crush a person if not careful. They produce a toxin comparable to that of the blue-ringed octopus that can paralyze those who come in contact with it. Aquarius tends to use only an incapacitating dose so that he can apprehend foes rather than kill them. Specific Skill: * Rip Current – with his tentacles, Aquarius can whirl them at blender speeds to create a strong funnel-like current to disorient foes trapped within it or send them whirling away. * Searing Touch – His trident is capable of heating up to white-hot temperatures. You do not want it touching you. * Hardwater Toss - Aquarius can condense the water in his hand into a hard sphere and toss it at foes to knock them down or cause injury. * Venom – His tentacles can produce a venom similar to the blue-ring Octopus that can kill a creature in lethal doses. * Fin Blades - The fins on his forearms can extend like blades - though they extend backwards towards his elbows in a curved shape. They are a natural defense if ever he is disarmed. * Echo - Using a similar technique as dolphins (however it is not a clicking noise), echo allows the mermen to communicate, locating each other's presence before they reach them. This allows them to identify the merman and the clan he is from or to form secret formations for ambush. It can be used as a distress signal or a rallying signal. Bio: Aquarius hatched from an egg into the Kingdom of the Shellborn, or nicknamed by everyone else, Conch Kingdom or Shellhead Kingdom. The mermen are born with shells on their heads that hide their faces just above their lips (and they can see through them just fine too). The shells are sturdy helms and each one bears a unique shape and design. The largest shells are the most admired and praised. Those merman born with the biggest shell are believed to be destined for leadership or to even be king. Aquarius was one of those lucky few to have been born with not the biggest shell, but still big enough to earn the admiration of those around him. No one has ever seen the Shellborn's face for it is taboo for one to remove their helm. If they were to remove it, they could lose it. And if a Shellborn loses his shell, then he is not only forever shamed by the kingdom but banished. Aquarius was raised to become a guardian of the kingdom, and he has patrolled the waters around the kingdom for years battling creatures from sea monsters, to human ships attempting to troll its water, and the rare encounters of mermaids. It had been years since Aquarius had seen a mermaid for they are regarded as the enemy, although, it is unusual how the kingdom is able to breed. In the center of the kingdom is a giant conch shell where the eggs are born and incubated. It is a sacred place and none are allowed to trespass. The priests of the Conch Temple constantly accept offerings of food and treasure, and introduce the newborns to the world. No one has ever questioned the powers of Mother Conch or the mysterious practices of the priests. The merman is very set in his ways and therefore is quite stubborn. He is dutiful and loyal to his kingdom. He lives to see that it thrives. He comes off as rather imposing and intimidating but can be quite the teddy bear if one manages to pierce his soldierly shell. He is a fierce combatant and no matter the size of the enemy, he will always be the first to charge forth. Aquarius loves shellfish. They are his favorite food: crabs, clams, snails, shrimp, and other creatures. He also secretly admires the beauty of the mermaids. Through his short encounters with them for they are quick to flee a merman's presence, he knew what he saw, but their appearance hadn't matched the description of "vicious beasts who desire only to lull you into the deep where they'll feast upon your soul" or "Sea witches who have been known to turn mermen on their own kingdom." He still regards them as a threat either way. Anything Else: I have Aquarius looking similar to the pic, but just read for his in-game description. He wears his shell as a helm and so his face is mostly covered up beneath his exotic shell.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah It seemed as if luck was back on the mermaid's side as she heard Captain Aquarius's verdict. Her eyes lit up at the sound of him stating she would be released, and she quickly swam up from her sitting position. She dared not speak a word as the release process went on, afraid that she might say something that would anger the mermen and incarcerate her once again. She merely said a soft "thank you" when Captain Aquarius told her that they would safely escort her out. Through out the entire swim to the outskirts of the city, Ariyah had kept her head down and eyes to the ground. She feared of what the other Mermen might do, so she stuck near Aquarius in case anything happened. Only when they had reached their destination did she look up, feeling more relieved but still nervous. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little louder than before, as she took the necklace and examined it closely. "You've done me a great kindness by sparing me, and for that I will forever be in your debt." Ariyah, for the first time since her capture, grinned at the mermen. Perhaps her elders had been wrong about these creatures. They had caused her no harm, nor did they treat her with aggression once the situation was addressed and understood. All had happened due to miscommunication and a misunderstanding, it was something that she was willing to accept. With one last, curious look at the kingdom that had held her captive, the dark haired mermaid turned and swam away as quickly as she could from the mersoldiers and their captain. 'I should've offered them a token of friendship. Maybe a truce could've been made? Thoughts consumed her mind as she swam back to where she had been first captured. "Oh!" She quickly stopped in her tracks, her momentum forcing the water to push past her which flung her hair in her dark hair in her face. Ariyah had remembered the woman she had tried so diligently to save and quickly changed her course. She knew that she wouldn't be able to make it in time, so the young mermaid called over to a pod of dolphins that waited for the rough surface waters to calm. They came over cheerfully, swimming around her in circles. She managed to get the attention of the biggest one and held it near as she caressed its head. "Come on buddy, I need your speed just for a minute." The bond that mermaids had with sea creatures had always been a mystery to Ariyah. It was something she still didn't comprehend. Nevertheless, she used it to her full advantage to try and help as many others as possible, and today it would be no different. Angel Haruki @Holy Soldier@Classpet</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys followed the pack of monsters at a distance. She knew this was a highly stupid thing to do, but what if they came across one of her sisters? What if they damaged the reef or harmed an animal? Her fears were confirmed when one of them jabbed his spear through the shell of a sea turtle and tossed it out of his way. Arys had to hold herself back until they were out of sight before rushing to the poor creature's aid. It was a female, on her way to the beach to lay her eggs. Arys began to sing as she focused her energy into her hands, her eyes glowing. The turtle recognized her from when it had been born on the very beach it was returning to so it held still knowing she would help. She couldn't heal the hole in the shell, but she could heal the wound made by the spear in the turtle's flesh. Kayn turned sharply. That sound. It was singing. He smirked, his hands going to his blades. Got you," he murmured before heading straight for the voice. Arys was unaware of the danger approaching, focusing all of her attention on the turtle. Once it was healed she kissed it's head. "Go to the beach with the others. I will be there shortly," she told the turtle and gently pushed it in the direction of the island. Her expression was troubled as she watched it. She had healed the wound but the shell was still damaged. Once the turtle was out in the open ocean again, she might not survive. Curse the monsters and the damage they caused! They didn't even care! A flash caught her eye and she screamed when she saw one of the monsters headed straight for her, his swords gleaming. He smiled evilly, her screams of terror and look of fear like an aphrodisiac to him. A mermaid never lived or traveled alone. That meant there were more around here, this territory was theirs. He would bring their fins and heads to his Lord Commander and claim this territory. He wondered what mermaid blood would look like on his swords, his hands and chest. He would bathe in it to sate the bloodlust that consumed him. He roared as he approached. Arys darted away. The monsters were strong but she was fast. She could hear him swearing behind her as she put distance between them. She wished she had the skill of calling the dolphins like her sister did. Their added speed would help greatly. He was soon out of sight behind her but her fear made her continue to swim as fast as she could. She passed another merman, this one smaller and not as savage looking but that didn't stop her from screaming in terror at the sight of him and darting away like lightning. They were everywhere! What were they going to do?! Finally she nearly cried in relief as she spotted one of her sisters on the back of a dolphin. "Ariyah!" Arys screamed in both fear and relief at finally seeing a friendly face. She darted right up and hugged her sister tightly, breathless and sobbing. "Monsters!" she gasped. "Monsters!" @BlackPanther</s> <\|message\|>Link @Belle Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful. Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming. For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed. He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well. The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water. "Arys?" Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her. "Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant. Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail. Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant. @Belle</s>	<\|message\|>Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom --- The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting. "Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked. "We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?" "But she was a sea witch!" "She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know." The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it." "Precisely." "Ingenious." "Come; we return." The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.</s>
<\|description\|>Altum (pronounced all-toom) Age: Turned in the year 1700 at the age of 24 Specific Skill: Does having quick-thinking and a sharp mind count? Personality: Stoic and indifferent to most people, prefers to keep to himself. Can get outgoing and rowdy around people he trusts and in the heat of battle. Respects honor and loyalty above all else. Considered a strategist and skillful tactician due to his honed intelligence and logical thinking. Retains the British accent from his human heritage. Background/History: As a human, Casius was a pirate sailing the turquoise Caribbean Sea in the late 1600's. Serving as Quarter Master aboard the reputed Screaming Siren, he was in charge of keeping order among the crew. Casius's older brother Cyrus having been elected as Captain for his ruthless prowess in battle and Casius himself elected to serve under him as Quarter Master for his logical efficiency and uncommon intelligence during that era, together the duo led an unstoppable force. One stormy night, as they were on their way to the port of Nassau to splurge their most recent plunder on drinks and wenches, Casius was thrown from the ship into the turbulent waters below. Fighting as hard as he could against the thrashing current, Casius soon found himself losing consciousness. On the brink of taking his last breath, he thought he heard singing. A soft lilting song that held an air of sorrow to it. Thinking it was his dying mind playing tricks on him, Casius closed his eyes against the darkness but not before catching a shimmery silhouette of a tailed maiden making her way through the waters towards him. Upon waking, Casius held no memories of who he was, not even his own name. The only thing he did remember was the ethereal beauty of that maiden in the night. Out of instinct, he immediately began to panic as he noticed the dark waters around him but soon realized he was able to breathe. Almost a second later he also noticed the tail where his legs used to be. Wandering alone in the deep where even the sun couldn't reach, Casius was found by a band of mermen scouts somewhere off the coast of the Greek Isles. They gave him the name Altum after the Latin word for deep sea and took him in as a brother. He now spends his days training and fighting alongside his new family, secretly hoping to someday catch a glimpse of the mysterious sea maiden that saved his life.</s> <\|message\|>Arys (pronounced Air-iss) Arys turned her head sharply. Her heart pulled at her. One of her sisters...? With one kick of her tail she speed off faster than a marlin. It wasn't long before she saw wreckage from a ship. And the barracuda swimming around searching for scraps told her there had been feasting. Something terrible had happened here. There were no humans left. Not even tattered clothing. Only sharks could have done so thorough a job of disposing of the floundering humans. There were never that many sharks this close to the islands. They preferred farther out to sea. "Beware the shark, for it is the familiar of a far more dangerous enemy..." her Shellan's words echoed in her mind. A faint dolphin whistle had her on alert again. "Follow the call of the dolphin, for they can be trusted..." Only one of her pod was highly intuned with dolphins. "Aquawlad," she murmured before darting off once again, fear churning inside her heart. If one of her sisters was hurt she'd would need to heal her quickly before whatever sharks sensed it. Or the beasts with the sharks. Her Shellan had told Arys of the savage beasts the night she had made her gravest mistake. They bear the fin like us, but do not be fooled. They are savage, bloodthirsty, brutal beasts. Death and destruction is all they know, all they desire. Their strong arms will tear you to pieces as their sharp teeth rip your flesh and break your bones into splinters. They are to be feared and avoided at all costs. Promise me, my moon child, that you shall never again-" Arys pushed the memories from her mind. She never wanted to be reminded of her horrid mistake. The one that had caused the pod to have to flee their previous home. The shapes of other dolphins appeared, swimming fast. Arys could sense their unease, and their fear added to her own. A loud panicked squeal reached her and she saw one of the dolphins was struggling to keep up with the others. He was injured, a deep gash along his side. The gash was too clean to have been made by either teeth or claw. It was made by a weapon. The young female dolphin was bleeding too much. Soon she would die. And her blood would call the sharks, and the beasts with them. Approaching the suffering dolphin, Arys placed her hand on the gash only for the animal to squeal in pain and move away. Arys didn't chase her. Instead she held out her arms, as if offering an embrace. She began to sing, a gentle soothing melody. Calming, the dolphin approached her again and brushed against her like a child seeking comfort. Arys placed her hands upon the gash again and while the animal flinched she did not move away. Continuing the melody, her hands and eyes glowed with an ethereal blue light. The gash slowly closed and sealed, not even a scar was left behind.</s> <\|message\|>Aquarius Aquarius Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail @Classpet --- SGT Flotsam and his men returned to the Shellborn Kingdom with the captured mermaid. She was placed within a metal grate cell and she would find no one else, but the guard sharks that patrolled the corridor. They were trained to attack any criminal who dare escape, but she had been the only one in the dungeon it seemed. The guard post was but a jail where individuals serving temporary sentences went.</s> <\|message\|>Cecily. May be given a different name as a mermaid. Cecily Cecily swam with all of her strength, occasionally finding her head underwater before resurfacing to continue her trek. However, the cold temperatures and her muscles crying out in protest made it progressively harder for her to continue. At the rate she was going, she realized that she wasn't going to make it, and that she was going to drown. She almost gave in to the darkness, but she tried to stay awake as she felt a pair of arms grab her and keep her afloat above the surface. She wanted to turn and see who was holding her, and she wanted to speak, but Cecily never felt so weak in her entire life. She kept fading in and out between consciousness and unconsciousness during her savior's swim. She couldn't tell where they were going, and how long the both of them were in the water. She started coming to dizzy and disoriented consciousness after she felt sand underneath her, and she could hear a woman's voice speak, reverberating and echoing "Stay here. Stay hidden," Cecily managed to shakily rise up slightly on her arms and in an attempt to face her savior, she called with a quiet and hoarse voice, "Wait...!" However, her quiet words weren't heard, and after a splash, the person was gone. She groaned as she tried to sit up and look around. Where was she...? Why did she need to hide...? Well, either way, it wasn't a good idea to stay where the waves were crashing onto her. She fought against her weariness as she stood up and stumbled away from the beach and took cover among the nearby trees, but staying close to the beach. The storm was still upon her, pounding against the island and water mercilessly. She huddled against the tree, which did well to protect her from the rain, and hugged her knees, trying to keep herself from shivering. The waves were in clear view, and she wanted to keep them in view, just in case that mysterious savior of hers appeared again. She never realized that during her stumble towards the tree, her silver tear drop shaped necklace had fallen off and landed on the sand, eventually being washed away from the shore and into deeper waters.</s> <\|message\|>Ariyah 'Ariyah wake up. Wake up, Ariyah!' Although she had not dreamt anything in her unconscious state, the young mermaid managed to snap herself out of it by havin her subconscious tell her so. She was used to having to wake herself up from the frequent nightmares that she had. When Ariyah finally did wake up, she took her time to adjust to her surroundings. It took a few blinks to get her eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room she was in, and another few blinks to take in the details of the room. "This isn't a room.. It's a jail cell." Ariyah's eyes widened as she put two and two together, her arms quickly pushing her off of where she lay so that she could swim to the entrance of her cell. She clung on to the bars and shook them, beginning to feel frantic as she started to realize how dire the situation was. "Let me out!! Please, let me out! I've done nothing wrong!" In fact, she hadn't don't anything wrong. At least not to the Mermen. She was well within the set boundaries that the Mermaids had, and whatever business she had to deal with, it had nothing to do with the Mermen. If anything, they were the ones out of bounds. Her pleased had to cease immediately though, as a shark suddenly swam to the cell and threatened to bite off the fingers that stuck out of the cell bars. Ariyah swam back in fear until she was touching the cell wall with her nearly bare back. That's when she noticed a stinging pain that shot up to her head. The blow that she was given by the soldiers might have been worse than she expected. With tears forming in her eyes, Ariyah let herself down once more onto the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. It wasn't because she felt cold, or because she was lonely, but because she knew she'd have to heal herself and self healing was always a by more painful than getting the actual wound itself. Still, Ariyah hummed quietly as she healed, her eyes giving off a minimal glow as it began to work.</s> <\|message\|>Aquawlad (A-cOh-led) @Guardian Angel Haruki@wolverbells Aquawlad went as far as she could, following high above the mermen patrol. When the merman finally settled on a location and left the mermaid trapped Aquawlad made her move. The bottle-nose dolphin clicked at her, back up was coming, she needed only to wait. But the call to the Jail was strong. It was deserted but for the sharks, and though they were not the most sensible creatures the would still often listen to her. She gave the dolphin a gentle pat and sent it towards the pod, to lead them back to where the captured mermaid was. It would be just her for a short time, and the open water was no place to hide with the obvious silhouette she held. The dolphin darted off and so did she, propelling herself deeper and deeper until at last she was at the jail. She settled just above the entrance peering in. Dual sharks made rounds up and down the hall, keeping in motion to keep alive. Sharks themselves can never stop or they will suffocate. Water must constantly pass over their gills and provide them with the oxygen they need. "oh you poor darlings," she whispered as she flipped forward and swam to the other side of the entrance. The sharks stared dangers, but were undoubtedly curious. They were trained to attack escaped prisoners, but the mermaid had come on her own accord. Aquawlad radiated confidence, she was supposed to be here and for now that would be enough for the sharks. "Airyah, it's me Aquawlad, Are you alright? How do you open the cell?"</s>	<\|message\|>Altum (pronounced all-toom) Altum patrolled the dark depths alone, having wandered off again from his band of Merbrothers. He had been doing that a lot lately it seemed but frankly he couldn't really bring himself to care. Over the years he had spent with his new family, in this new life, Altum learned the rules and laws that all mermen were expected to abide by. Everything forbidden and taboo to their culture, the highlight of which being the mermaids. Hauntingly deceptive witches that masqueraded as one of their own but in truth were anything but. In the beginning Altum took everything they said to heart, having no reason to believe otherwise. But as time went on and Altum began familiarizing himself with his new lifestyle, now comfortable with the dark waters that surrounded him, he took more and more time to himself. Finding his mind wandering and losing himself in his thoughts, he began to wonder if these supposed "sea witches" were really what the men said they were. Altum didn't have any memories of his previous life but the one thing that he held onto like a lifeline was the vivid memory he had of that night. The beginning of life anew for him. The maiden that saved his life had to have been a mermaid. He realized that now. But what he saw that night didn't fit anywhere near the description what he had been provided of the vile beasts. Unnatural beauty, voice rising and falling in the most enchanting song he had ever heard, hair and eyes that glowed with the haunting light of the moon itself. Never speaking a whisper of this, Altum held the memory dear to his heart, secretly aspiring to someday meet his beautiful savior, even if it meant being bewitched like the mermen claimed. It would be worth it. Compared to most of the mermen in his tribe, Altum was still young, having been "reborn" only a couple hundred years ago. However, he was already finding himself tiring of the endless fighting. There seemed to be nothing else filling his time these days. There was something exhaustingly familiar about the battles, the rallies, the scouting parties, something that tugged at the back of his mind that may hint at his life above. Altum wanted something more to life than pointless violence. He had yet to even catch a glimpse of the elusive mermaids and would honestly believe them a myth if not for his dying dream. The scent of fresh blood roused Altum from his reverie. Suddenly alert, he hesitated for a brief moment before speeding off through the water towards the smell. He would definitely receive a harsh scolding for not sending a message back to the tribe and wandering on his own again. Altum didn't care anymore. He didn't really find himself fitting in with the others and their ideals anyway. Getting closer, he slowed his pace, cautiously creeping upon a wreckage but he didn't sense anyone nearby. Observing the bodies that still floated in the water, Altum judged by their wounds that this was the work of sharks. But sharks wouldn't do this without reason, would they? Could it have been another tribe of mermen? He had heard rumors of ruthless mermen that slaughtered without due cause. Going against his better judgement, Altum decided to follow the faint blood trail that led away from the wreckage, if only to give himself something different with which to fill his time.</s>
<\|description\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: 6'0 tall, body is borderline pale, and nearly emaciated but has a little very defined muscle, still not a huge dude by any means. A scar runs across his right cheek, his light blonde hair is thick and falls to the nape of his neck, scruffy chin and face, bright green eyes. Style is between thug and prep, if you can imagine. Mikkish has a handsome face, but a bastard's grin. Personality: He does what he wants, and he's always looking for a good time. He has no problems with violence or crime, but if you and him become friends, you will struggle to find a friend more loyal. He loves drinking, pot, sex, the occasional shroom, and a good fight. Don't try to coerce him through intimidation, it will only end in disappointment, and likely backfire. One of his major drawbacks, however, is that he doesn't really think before he speaks, or acts, or anything, really. Universe: Unnatural Verse, from my original RP I have attempted a couple times. You will probably find out more if you pay attention to his references to his past experiences. Abilities: Heat things up, or set them on fire with his mind. Channel his magic energy through his body to make himself stronger, faster, and more resilient. Good with hand to hand combat due to experiences, classes he has taken, and things he picked up from watching other people fight, and when paired with his magic its a lethal combination. Indifference to gory, violent scenery or killing (in most cases at least). Items/Equipment: Pair of steel knuckles, revolver and three rounds of magic silencing bullets (will be explained in game), a mysterious book written in an ancient language with missing pages, and usual luggage. History: Dont want to reveal too much, but will give a rundown. Mikkish is from a Universe where magic is possible with all intelligent life (humans, beings as intelligent or moreso, and in rare cases even animals). The world (earth) is like ours though, and mages and other supernatural things are in hiding and secrecy, so almost nobody knows mages and vampires and the like exist. Mikkish woke up one day as a young boy age 12 in the hospital, with no memories save for a few brief flashes, and nobody knowing who he was. Life was harsh for him growing up, but long story short he got used to petty crimes like theft and drug deals. Already now, the idea of a "Happy Magical School" seems pretty corrupted, but that is actually where his story truly began. He left his adoptive father (drug dealer trailer trash) at age 19 when he found a book, some of which he was able to translate and revealed the world of mages (long story on how he became convinced and will likely be explained in RP. He went to the college he read about in the book, which was on an island, off the west coast of the US where he experienced what seemed at first like typical school and college life. The island, however, was owned by a corrupt corporation based in the US, but outside of any laws besides those of the corporation. This is only the tip of the iceberg though. He made friends there, and with them he battled the dangers on the island, including the corporation and gangs of psychotic mages, but his most important fights were with evil, otherworldly beings. More than the fights, he discovered some of the truth and real importance of his book he had found. Unfortunately, in his crazy fights, he lost some pages. Mikkish began traveling through New England due to another cult he heard about. What is he truly there to do? Who sent him, and why did he come alone? Why not ask him?</s> <\|message\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan He only ever liked going by the name "Mikkish." At age 20, many thought he was too old for it, but he wouldn't listen to them. Or he would just tell then to fuck off. His real name was Joseph, but we will just call him "Mikkish" for the sake of simplicity. "Far as im taking this thing" said the trucker to the hitch hiker he had picked up, who was drifting off in the seat next to him "Hey!" The trucker reached over and shook Mikkish to wake up "This gas stations the last closest place on my route to where you're going. You might wanna get out." Mikkish walked out of the truck and was met with thick fog as he now stood in front of a run down gas station. "Must be a New England thing." He said, not bothering to walk into the gas station, but walking past it to the right and into the woods. He knew exactly where he was going...sort of. This was just another cult he was going to take out, believed to be in a cave somewhere in this general area. No, but this was different. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come alone. Mikkish felt challenged by something, and he could never turn away from a challenge. So, Mikkish stormed through the woods, walking further and further from that gas station on the side of the road in middle of nowhere Massachusetts. As he walked, the fog grew thicker, the trees taller, the world seemed to be changing all around him as he walked, but he didn't think once to turn back, didn't even consider it an option. Suddenly, Mikkish came to a clearing, and as he did, like a light switch, day turned to night, and the fog vanished. A full moon now hung above, lighting the ground below, but there was another source of light, coming from behind Mikkish. He immediately turned to see the source of light was...a massive building. It was a mansion, in the middle of the woods, no roads leading to it, no roads even near it. A metal gate with a few stone post encircled it, and within the gate, in front of the mansion was a working fountain, with a tiny angel statue at the top. And the strangest part was that it wasn't there a second ago. Mikkish had just walked from that direction. It didn't disturb or negatively effect him in any way, however, as this had become the norm for him and he friends back west. And to top it all off, maybe this mage cult he was looking for was inside the mansion. Immediately, he walked through the open gates, and up to the door, grabbing for the handle and finding it was Unlocked.</s> <\|message\|>Marlene Van Stel a man clad in a black trenchcoat entered the mansion wearing a fedora and smoking a cigarette as he walked up a long flight of stairs such was the life he would soon be leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson Vincent Sterling The sirens were ear piercing now, and only growing louder, but he had what he needed. He wrapped it carefully in the plastic his ally had provided, and less-carefully stuffed it into the breast pocket of his jacket, making sure to button it closed. The sudden transition to the airlock, control room, and then parking lot below may have left anyone else disorientated, but he was just tired. He bent over, hands on his knees, as he caught his breath. The break in, the same route he took to exit, had left him with energy in reserve to keep moving. The break out in the same way had seemed to rob him of those reserves. Still, he didn't exactly have time to rest, the sirens only a block or so away. He pushed on his knees, straightening himself, and then took off running. The moment he did, he caught sight of the first of what he assumed would be a number of vans entering the parking lot. He changed his route slightly so that he could earn another second or so before the van or it's occupants could bring their weapons to bear. Just as the van pulled up to him, it's doors sliding open to reveal the squad of heavily armed soldiers, did he teleport again. Not far, just past the concrete and grass barrier that marked the edge of the parking lot, finding himself a few steps across the road. He continued running, stumbling a bit as his body protested against the sudden and excessive abuse. He didn't dare look back, giving himself three seconds to compose himself before he felt that they'd train their weapons on him again. He didn't wait the full three seconds, finding himself sprinting on the sidewalk that had just been in front of him, headlong into the forest that marked the edge of city limits. Not that it meant much, those soldiers would follow him halfway across the globe if they had the ability too. He was more interested in using the cover that the forest offered to block their line of sight, and force them to disembark the vans, giving him the speed advantage. He almost didn't notice the transition, stumbling into the clearing after catching his foot on a fallen tree branch. He made it a few more steps before collapsing entirely. Heaving for breath, he clawed the fabric around his mouth down to below his chin, and waited there, catching his breath, listening to the sirens. Only then did he notice. There, weren't any sirens. He could still hear them blaring away in his mind but now that he listened it was only the echo of their memory. He stood, pulling the mask back up over his nose, and looked around. It was hard to see, when had it gotten so dark? He looked up. Stars? When had the stars come out? He'd attacked the facility in broad daylight, had he been running that long?Everything clicked, a theory taking place. He shifted position a few yards to his left and back, twirling on the spot, hand reaching behind him, under the jacket. No one. He twirled around a few times, hand on his weapon. Absolutely no one seemed to be around him. When he couldn't get the pieces to fit, he assumed he'd somehow been suspended in time for what looked like a few hours at the least. It would explain everything, he wouldn't notice the change of one moment to the next, while the world lived on without him. The soldiers giving up the search, or at least shutting off the sirens after his capture, the sun falling below the horizon as he sat unable to register the passing of time. But if he'd truly been captured like that. Where were his capturers? Where were the soldiers ready to haul him off to jail, surely the one who'd done this to him would be working for them. He peered into the treeline, maybe they had an ambush ready for him, but to what extent? Then he noticed it, a building, looming in the distance, it's light barely visible behind the dense forest between him and it. He watched it for a moment, took one last look around, then walked for it, straightening his shirt and picking the grass and twigs from his clothes so that he'd be more presentable when he got there.</s>	<\|message\|>Joseph Mikkish Callahan This was unlike any other hunt for cultists Mikkish had ever been on. Most hid in caves, or old, abandon, dilapidated, and sometimes irradiated towns. A few times, Mikkish had to search the roach infested sewers of coastal cities to find the damn worshipers of Dead Gods. But now here he stood, in front of a mansion, and not even one that seemed abandon. There were lights coming from the inside, and a working fountain. It clearly had running water and electricity, despite that it was far from any roads and likely away from the grid. Mikkish pressed shoved his dirty hands to the double door entrance and pushed open, expecting a creak, but it opened as if if had just been constructed. The light from the ornate lamps inside illuminated him and the ground around him as the doors were pushed to the sides, revealing...a butler, just standing there at the entrance, and maids in the background, dusting. Everything was so clean, and undamaged. Mikkish cleared his throat to speak to the butler who stood in the doorway, staring right at him, as if they were expecting guests including Mikkish. The butler, however, beat Mikkish to the punch. "Welcome, sir. We have been expecting you, Mr Callahan, as well as Mr Sterling, who should be arriving any moment." Mikkish stood paused for a moment. Okay, so the cultists now knew his name. Not surprising, really, considering what he did to most of them could be judged as...excessive. He had never heard of Sterling, though. Was he some Maniacles agent? Mikkish looked around the room, though, and was honestly extremely confused. If this was a cult meeting, they were certainly prepared for guests. "Looks like your maids will have to do some overtime." Mikkish said, raising his fists; his weapon of choice paired with his magic "Unless you need a new coat of red paint, asshole." Blood was indeed about to spill. Cultists had fooled Mikkish before, but not again. Even if Mikkish was being a little unreasonable, and rushing in to fight a cult that wasn't actually there.</s>
<\|description\|>Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make him the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods. "Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely. Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Alver chuckled a little as some excitement chatter emitted from the young child's lips. Goes to show that Miky's son would be this adorable. Luke may be even more adorable then his own father. Alver just wanted to coddle and hold him all day long like a cute teddy bear. So of course, Alver couldn't help but scoop Luke in his arms and headed back into the house and upstairs to the Guest Bedroom. Entering the neat elegant white room. It was smaller then the Master Bedroom, but it was comfortable. Softly humming, the tall albino gripped the covers of the bed and peeled them back before setting Luke down, brushing his fingers through the child's hair in a loving manner. "So what kind of stories do you like Luke? I have quite a few fairy tales. Is there any your favorite?" he asked kindly, lavender gaze brimming with curiosity. He himself always enjoyed reading the stories, most of all being read to whenever his mother or father actually had time to do so. It gave a unique feeling of peace and comfort.</s>	<\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Luke enjoyed the ride up immensely. It would be such an amazing experience if he could spend his entire day and night up in Alver's arms, but the small boy knew that would be entirely too unreasonable. So Luke just hugged onto Alver's neck while listening to his soft humming. The ride up jostled him, making him feel as if he was on a super huge horse! The young boy was deposited on the large bed, quickly slipping into the bed so he could be enveloped in their warmth. The slight ticklish feeling of Alver's hand made an involuntary giggle slip out of him as he moved onto his side, squishing his feet into the plush mattress. "Hmm... Well I've always been a fan of The Tortoise and the Hare! And um..." A slight blush sprinkled over Luke's cheeks, "Little red riding hood?" Luke pulled the covers so that they covered him up to his nose. The fact that he was a fan of the little girl story made him embarrassed. It wasn't like he wanted to be some kind of manly man, but everyone at school only liked Jack and the Beakstalk and other fairy tales like that.</s>
<\|description\|>Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Micah didn't dream of anything. It was such a relief for the Blonde since all his recent dreams had ripped him apart and stabbed his heart. All Micah could tell in his unconscious state was that he was comfortable and safe, which did wonders for his psyche. Micah took his time to wake up, not even gaining a sense of self until around nine. Mikaela opened his eyes and felt the empty spot next to him. It was rather cold and the Blonde frowned, but it wasn't that strange for Alver to not be next to him. The Blonde did sleep in a lot more than he probably should. An hour or two earlier, Luke had woken up bright and early and had peeked into the master bedroom. After finding his Papa fast asleep, he had decided to go downstairs and look for Alver. Once downstairs, he swiftly moved to the kitchen as his stomach announced his arrival. Luke hurried to take a seat, seeing the food sitting on the table, "Good morning!"</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Alver was thinking to himself, trying to clear his mind from his unsettling nightmare, keeping his focus on cooking. Perhaps humming a little tune to settle his nerves. As he a pile of pumpkin pancakes on a plate, something to fit the season, he heard someone come down the stairs and smiled a little as he turned his head to see Luke. The albino chuckled a bit and poured some milk in a glass before walking over and setting the plate and glass on the table in front of Luke. "Well good morning Luke! Did you sleep well? Ready for some breakfast I hear." Alver said with amusement at the sound of rumbling tummies. His lavender eyes glanced toward the stairs and gave a soft sigh, taking a seat across from Luke, wearing a white apron. "Your dad must still be asleep. Glad he's getting some rest." Alver chuckled a little.</s>	<\|message\|>Mikaela Winter The boy happily went to work cutting his pancakes into tiny bite-sized pieces. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all! And no one wanted to choke on such fluffy goodness... "Pancakes are one of my favorite foods!" He smiled, slipping a piece into his mouth and giving a gasp of delight. After taking a sip of milk, he commented back, "Papa never gets up on time, it might be because he's always working, but he goes out of his way to tuck me in whenever he can. ...I didn't hear anything last night, was Papa having bad dreams?"</s>
<\|description\|>Birthday October 31st Age 26 Formula and Sexuality Versatile and Homosexual Goal To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to. Marriage/Family/Love Life Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home. Occupation Writer/Manga Artist/Artist Appearance Height: 7'0 Weight: 180 lb Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two. Middleschool/Highschool Clique He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person. Past Crush He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone. Current Crush ----- Are you in contact with a Rose? No. Personality Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people). Short Bio On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes. So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward. His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one. When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about. As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work. Other He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas. He likes to play piano and sing occasionally. He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it. He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy. A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen. He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them. If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself. He likes cloudy or rainy days. He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids. He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though. Theme Song(s) Pompeii by Bastille Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down Answer [Vocaloid][Ashe] Coward Montblanc [Vocaloid][Ashe]</s> <\|message\|>Birthday Listening to his childhood friend start to stammer and ramble, Alver silently closed the door behind them and walked to the dining table while listening to Miky's explanation. The moment the mismatched eye boy said he didn't have much time, the albino gave a slight sigh of perhaps disappointment but opened one of the cupboards in the kitchen and took out some Tupperware, returning to start shifting some of the plate's contents meant for Miky inside before neatly closing it. When he turned back to his first crush, he blinked a bit as Miky was practically begging on his knees like a over-dramatized manga character desperate for help. Well, it kind of seemed his childhood friend was desperate. After all, Alver lived out of the way, away from bustling society. That and well... They had a bit of a shaky relationship in the past. They got along fine at the gathering, but even then they were both a little uncomfortable. To leave his son in Alver's care... Well... It was hard to say no. Lavender gaze looking down at Miky thoughtfully, Alver gave a slight sigh before kneeling down, brushing his right hand on top of soft hair of his childhood friend, elegant slender fingers ruffling the strands ever so slightly as they petted him. While the left hand held the Tupperware filled with a good meal and pressed against the chest of his guest. In order disrupt the constant rambling. "It's fine, I can watch him. Just make sure you care for yourself. You're starting to look more dead then me." Alver responding in a slight joking, but gentle tone. Before gingerly pinching his cheek. "Though make sure to give me some notice next time and time for you to explain proper scheduling. Erratic schedules isn't good for children. Did you even explain who I was properly?" he scolded, before turning toward Luke, shifting a little to face Luke and giving a friendly kind motherly smile. "Well hello there young man. This must be quite a surprise for you right? My name is Alver Rozu, it is very nice to finally meet you Luke. You're Papa loves talking about you. I hope you don't mind keeping each other company for a little while." he said brightly, holding his right slender hand out to offer to shake hands with the child.</s> <\|message\|>Mikaela Winter Immediately after Micah prostrated himself, Luke tried to pull him up. This wasn't like Papa... Was there some kind of problem between the two of them? And if there was... Why would he make Luke stay with him. He looked helplessly between the two, his small hands balled into fists. He was too unnerved by the situation and if the vampire dude said no, where would they go? But then the guy ruffled Mikaela's hair. It was such a sweet gesture. Sure, Luke had seen Hank tease the tiny father of his, but nothing... this innocent and nice. The gesture even made little Luke blush, he had just started his first crush after all... and not only on an older person, but a man. Shock splashed on Mikaela's face when Alver lightly touched his head. But he soon started to blush, the albino was just so nice... so, so sweet. The taller man was soon entice both father and son. His chest tightened when the large Tupperware collided with his chest. His ramblings had slipped into something unintelligible before he went silent. His head drooped again when the other male accepted his request, his eyes filled with happiness are dewy. It was true he had been working a bit too hard recently, making him about ready to keel over. If Micah didn't get someone to look after Luke, he wouldn't get his naps that were seemingly longer than his nighttime rest. His face when a little redder when he realized he probably hadn't explained exactly who Alver was. The only factors he had mentioned to his son were that Alver was an old friend and he was a great motherly figure. But after seeing Alver's motherly smile turn towards Luke, he knew everything would turn out alright in the end. He wanted to get up and huge him right now. As soon as those smiling reddish eyes connected with Luke's, his fists went limp. The boy was feeling all shy with that kind of smile coming towards him full force. Sure, Mikaela was a great father... but Luke had never gotten the opportunity to experience a motherly gaze. Luke wanted to go hide behind his Papa's back but... a part of him stopped him from doing that. Not being able to really voice his thoughts properly yet, he just nodded and his small fingers slipped into the palm of Alver's elegant hand. "Luke Winter..." The interaction almost brought Micah to tears. "Thank you!" With a happy cry, he took a few steps forward on his knees to hug the both of them. Mikaela spontaneously kissed the top of Luke's head and almost did the same to Alver... until he realized what he was doing... His face went super red again and he hid his head in Luke's hair. "T-Thank you... I'm really asking too much..." Even his ears were red. Fox</s>	<\|message\|>Birthday Nyaaaah Luke was sooooo cute! Alver smiled a little more as the little boy shyly placed his hand in the albino's ghostly palm. The elegant fingers gingerly encircled it in a gentle embrace while softly giving the small hand a little shake. Flicking his pale reddish eyes toward Miky, the coloring shifting back to the pale lavender color as he turned his face to find the source of chirped gratitude, he blinked as the tall man found himself in a embrace with the smaller man. Seeing the father kiss his son on the head was just so heartwarming. Of course, Alver's pale face slightly tinted pink when it looked like Miky was going to do the same thing to the albino, but soon just buried his face into the child's hair and mumbled more of his thanks. Miky was just evil. Pure evil. Too adorable not to be evil. Alver's feelings from all those years ago had managed to heal over time, but gosh blueberries he was reminded why he had a crush on this guy in the first place. It's funny, Miky looked like such a cute shy kid at this moment, even if the smaller man was a good three years older than Alver. Mentally telling his heart to shush up from its rapid pounding against his chest, Alver wrapped his arms around the two, placing his hands on top of their heads and giving them comforting loving strokes. It's been awhile since he's seen Miky like this, so Alver's more devious side decided to tease the smaller adult. Mostly just so he can distract himself from the overly cuteness these two were exibiting that would put so many cutesy manga boys to shame. Leaning closer as he continued to give them loving pats, he brought his lips just a few inches from Miky's exposed ear. "Anytime, Miky." Alver whispered in a slight hum, before pulling away and ruffling the older man's hair. "It's no trouble, it's alright to ask for help. Now go on and get to work before your late. I'll make sure Luke is well taken care of." Alver said, standing up and pulling his childhood friend up with him, unconsciously brushing his slender hands over Miky to straighten out his clothes. He looked to Luke and smiled, reaching hands and easily scooping up the ten year old into his arms so he wasn't left out. And he was about face to face with his father when the adults stood up. "It'll be good to get to know eachother anyway, right Luke?" Alver smiled to Luke, winking his left eye as he flashed another bright smile.</s>