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<\|description\|>Thomas Barnett Age: 21 Gender: Male Height: 6' 3" Eye Colours: Green and blue Gift: Can become "unnoticeable". If he wants, he can make it so that people do not "see" him, even though he is still completely visible. For example, if he slaps someone, they will notice him. Bio: Thomas was born to a relatively normal family in a relatively normal neighborhood. He grew up leading an uneventful life, until his eighteenth birthday, however. When he woke up, he looked in the mirror, and saw that one of his eyes had changed colour to blue. He thought it was just the light, or because he was tired. In school that day, though, he got angry at someone, and went to the toilets to calm down. Because of all of the attention he was getting, he didn't want to be noticed, and then people stopped noticing him, unless he interacted with them. At first, he thought this was a joke, but it kept happening, whenever he wanted it to. He has now been on the run for a few months because people have been following him.</s> <\|message\|>John Reynolds Blurred images of people running, muffled screams filling the air...the faint humming of a helicopter getting louder...getting closer. Looking back down at the ground...is that blood? Is that...my blood? John thought, a headache setting in as he moved to put his hands on the ground to push himself up. Suddenly an immense pain shot up his left arm, and John rolled onto his back and looked at his arm to see that it was broken. He slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position with one hand, looking over at the body of Nice. Blood had been pooling up beneath her, seeming to be pouring from her head. Oh shit...I hit her when I was thrown...her skull must have fractured when it hit the concrete. John thought as he stared at Nice's face in the puddle of blood...she almost looked asleep. John was soon snapped out of his trance when he heard and saw one of his shock batons hit the ground beside him, accompanied by Chris' rallying words. "Get up, John! You can still save them!" John offered no reply, and simply spat out blood before slowly rising to his feet. He took hold of his broken arm and shifted it back into place as best he could, grunting through his clenched teeth. A news helicopter had arrived on scene, which was doing a decent job of distracting Valkyr as she screamed up into the air. John picked up the shock baton that Chris had tossed at him, and put it away in his coat before picking up the other baton by Nice's body. "We've got to go...n-now! We won't be...a-any help...t-to these people if...if we're d-dead. We've got to...r-run...l-lead her away..." John tried to tell Chris as quickly as he could, before Valkyr could focus her attention back on the two of them. By now, this event was broadcasting live by the news helicopter, and sirens could be heard in the distance. John looked down the street and back at Chris. Valkyr then heard the sirens herself and snapped her head around to look dead at Chris and John. She growled menacingly as another set of vials raised out of the back of her suit, injecting the liquids they held into her body once more. "F-Fucking hell! W-We...n-need to go...N-NOW!" John shouted as he turned to run away, holding his broken arm with his good arm almost as if he was carrying a football. Once Valkyr's fresh set of vials had been ejected and fell to the ground, she released a bloodcurdling shriek. Whatever humanity she still had was now completely gone from her, as she continued to growl like she was some wolf defending her claim over a fresh kill.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson Chris saw the remains of the girl's body a moment after John. She looked peaceful, pleased almost - a thin smile tugged at the corners of her still lips. He wondered, idly, what she had been feeling when he died, if she had been afraid, or sad, or if she had suffered long. He wasn't accustomed to not knowing, and now it seemed like he'd never have cause to be. For a moment, Chris glanced between the news chopper, the monster, and the girl's dead body on the ground. "...Right. Run. Run sounds good." Squinting from the helicopter's lights, Chris took off down the street, trusting that John would be following behind. "Follow me, I know a place where we can hide!" Without turning to see if the hunter had obeyed his directions, Chris turned into an alleyway. The place he had in mind wasn't far, but the path was long and twisting - with any luck, they'd lose the monster in the turns. And, failing that, at least the place was always empty - if he and the hunter couldn't shake their pursuers, at least nobody else would die.</s> <\|message\|>Miller Anderson Miller Anderson Becoming wide eyed and awed at the immense place at what he thought would be a dump, he whistles then says, "Wow, you really struck it big, this place is sweet. with a grin, he quickly set off to explore the area, he set off right before Cole could explain the area but Miller was enthralled by the place and quickly found one of the bedrooms. Placing his backpack down, and just admiring the place, he quickly took a change of clothes since his old ones were sweaty. Putting on his new clothes, he left the bedroom and looked around. He still couldn't believe the size of this suite, the Bathroom was nice, the Kitchen was huge, but what took him by surprise was the living room, it was sweet. Stumbling upon the Pool, on impulse he decided that he'd want to take a quick dip, removing his clothes to reveal hard rock abs... No who am I kidding he doesn't have any. Running back to his room, he luckily had boxers that were fit for swimming and he changed again and ran back to the pool and jumped it, yelling "CANNONBALL!"</s> <\|message\|>Cole Harland Cole had finished his last drink, the fourth, and was now sitting in the kitchen trying to determine his next course of action. Of course while this was going on he heard Miller yell, ""CANNONBALL!" from downstairs. That triggered a memory of Cole's last time here. What was happening now was almost exactly like last time. The only difference was Cole wasn't drinking the first time. Well at least not for the same reason. His memory reminded him of the youngest in the group, Alex. Alex was a lot like Miller, the only difference was that Alex knew when to shut up. Still so far Miller has proven to be an alright guy. His last group even had someone like Naddy...no, no one was like Josie. Cole tried hard to forget the memory of her. It was too painful to revisit, not after what happened. Cole got up from his seat in the kitchen and headed downstairs. Once he was near the pool Cole didn't wait for Miller's undivided attention he simply yelled, "Hurry up, we got a meeting in the living room real soon!". Cole headed back upstairs and sat back on the couch. He didn't waste time and immediately handed Naddy one of the 1911s. "Just incase", was all he said before grabbing the remote and turning the tv to the news. What he saw wasn't good news. There was...something terrorizing the nearby town. What it was exactly Cole had no clue but it wasn't the first time he saw something like this. The Hunters had used gifted before in strange experiments but it was the first time he'd seen one actually completed. From the looks of it that thing was pursuing Gifted no doubt. The problem was what course of action should be taken. Cole wanted to help as many Gifted as he could but that thing...was there even stopping that thing?</s> <\|message\|>Natalia "Naddy" Neapein Naddy looked over to Miller as he seemed quite excited. She was more excited by the prospect of having a comfortable bed at this moment. Getting up she removed her coat, her tank top showing all the tattoos down her arms, as well as the ones on her lower back and even comingup the the back of her neck. She fallowed Cole over to the kitchen and opened a cupboard pulling out a glass as she moved the fridge getting some ice. After that she moved over looking and finding the Bourbon. Pouring her self a glass she lifted it up to her mouth and took a sip of it. Smiling she felt that golden brown liquid flowing down her throat with that little tickle of a burn. "Now that is refreshing" She set down her glass sighing as she was able to relax for the first time in what seemed like months. She closed her eyes as she was taking sips of her drink. As she stood there a handgun was handed out to her her. With out even looking she grabbed it, dropping the clip she pulled the slide back and looked forward raising it up as she pulled the trigger. It clicked but since there were now rounds that was all it did as the slide locked back. "Nice, smooth action, quick response. You take care of your guns, the hammer is a little slow on the response." She released the slide lock as it slid forward and she pushed that magazine back up into it's home as she reached back pushing it into the back of her pants. "A holster would be nice" She added grabbing her coat and her drink heading into the living room after hearing cole talking about a meeting. She draped her coat over the back of the couch as she sat down leaning back into the nook of it and took another sip of her drink.</s> <\|message\|>John Reynolds John followed Chris as the two made their escape, running into the alleyway as the sirens got louder. You could hear the screech of tires, followed closely by the opening and slamming of car doors. There was a moment of shouting, accompanied by the whirring blades of the orbiting news helicopter. A ferocious scream then broke through the air as if the shouting of men and the whirring of the helicopter had only been little more than crickets chirping, capable of belonging to no one other than Valkyr herself. John slowed down and turned to look behind him as Valkyr pounced on an officer, beating his head into the pavement as a shock baton rolled out of his now lifeless hand. The other authorities reached for their sidearms, but Valkyr had already taken the one from the officer she had just killed and began to fire on the other men. Twelve gunshot rapidly rang through the air as four men fell to the ground, dead. The surviving officers took cover being the cars they had arrived in, and Valkyr began to look around frantically. She was doing something...she had an objective...but what? She growled almost as if out of pain, struggling to remember the man with the two shock batons. That was it! She was after him...but where did he go? Valkyr then looked down the alley way and saw a blur of movement disappear around the corner, taking it as a sign of her prey she then bolted off down the alley while the officers began to open fire on her from behind. Meanwhile, John had returned to running after Chris as fast as he could, grunting with every other step as he felt a throbbing pain in his broken arm.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson Chris felt all of it. The cracking, the tearing, the crying and the dying and the fear, pungent and mortal, all of it burst into his head as the men were torn apart by the monster. He screamed, fell to his knees, clutched his head with tears streaming from his eyes. One man was afraid when she tore at his throat, afraid to die - another was sad, very sad, because he had never seen the Eiffel Tower. One was guilty, because his son wouldn't be able to sleep without someone to read him bedtime stories. These feelings, these images, were the last things that would ever pass through the minds of those men - and now Chris would forevermore be the keeper of their dying days. He struggled to his feet and kept running, trying to shut out the pain as he had tried so often to before. It was a losing battle, but he could at least ignore it for now. Most days, he hated ignoring other people's pain; it felt selfish, irresponsible. But he needed to focus now - he needed to get to the stash of supplies he'd hidden, the little place he'd carved for himself during his short time in this city. There, he could think, he could rest, and the creature wouldn't be able to kill any more innocents. He was, of course, quite certain the place would be empty. Who ever went to train stations these days?</s>	<\|message\|>Thomas Barnett Thomas heard Lucky tell him to help up Lilith, and he extended his had to pull her up. Thomas looked into her eyes, and stared. She looked so pretty, and he wanted to tell her that. He wished that he could, but he hadn't spoken to anyone in so long, and he had barely spoken to people to begin with. Maybe she felt the same way about him, and she could ask him out. Thomas hoped that his staring wasn't too creepy.</s>
<\|description\|>Lilith B. Smith Age Twenty-One Gender Female Height 5'6 Eye Colours Jade Green & Maroon Red Gift Lilith has a way with plants and animals. Making plants grow out of the earth, and willing them to curl or elongate. She makes animals attack things, or obey her whims. If she does too much of this manipulation, she can get anything from a minor headache to a bloody coughing fit. History Lilith grew up with two very normal parents, and a very normal sister. She was treated like any other child, with lots of friends and a happy school life. She heard stories about people with two different colored eyes called the "Gifted", and was told by her parents to stay away from them, just as she was told to stay away from men in white vans with offerings of candy. It was commen sense to her, and she believed that she would never become one of those bad guys Her parents talked about. On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she awoke to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and ran as fast as she could to get to it. She saw her mother handling eggs, her sister spraying down the waffle iron, and her father sitting in his sweats, reading the paper. All was normal, Lilith thought. Her father put down his paper and looked at his daughter, smiling. "Morning birthday g-" Her father cut off in the middle of his sentence, looking dumbfounded. Lilith frowned, turning to her mother. "Mom, is dad okay?" She asked, and her father started to stutter. "Honey, her eyes, l-look at her eyes." Her mother turned around almost instantly, and when she did, she became panicked. "Oh, oh no." She muttered, and she rushed towards Lilith, giving her a hug. In her ear, Lilith's mother whispered, "Lilith, you need to go. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Her mother sobbed, and pushed Lilith away. Lilith was confused. Everything was crumbling around her. She didn't know what was wrong, her parents were acting crazy and her sister wouldn't look at her. "What do you mean I have to go? This is crazy! Are you guys kidding me? What's wrong with my eyes dad?" Her mother frowned, and handed her her compact. Lilith flipped it open and gasped. Her eyes....they were two different colors. She started to hyperventilate, and clutched her chest, dropping the small compact. Her vision got blurry, and soon she fell to the floor, unconscious. Lilith didn't know how long it took her to wake up, but she found herself in an unknown area, with a severe headache and no sense of direction. Next to her was a backpack, and on top of it was a note. It was her father's large print, This is for the best. Don't stay in one place, sincerest apologies, Dad. Lilith felt like crying, but if she really was one of the "Gifted", she was a criminal. And criminals had to run, whether they wanted to or not. That was how Lilith started to run, and she's not sure if she'll ever stop.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson A monster. Betrayed, hunted, squeezing red ragged rips, running, can't kill it can't kill it can't kill it. The fear cracked into Chris's mind like a lightning bolt. Something was very, very wrong nearby. That was when he turned to see the bandaged man (now sans-bandage) sprinting towards him. On his tail was someone or something else, a woman in a red and black bodysuit, a collar around her neck. Another Gifted, he thought. One they'd made a slave of. "Go! Gogogogogo! NOW! Run! There's a fucking MONSTER after me!" "GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!" Now it was starting to make sense. The bandaged man was a hunter, or worked for hunters, and he'd known this thing was coming, or maybe he hadn't but he'd known something, and he knew that Chris and the girl were in danger. That's why he did what he did, but now he was in danger. The monster had hurt him, that much was clear from his pain and the dripping red holes in his arms. It would kill him if it could, and then the girl, and then Chris, and maybe other people too. Innocent people. All of these thoughts flashed through Chris's mind in the fraction of an instant it took the man's frantic pace to reach his position. Fortunately, his next action required no thought. None at all. With one hand he flung the scarf and glasses from his face and dropped them to the ground, along with his bag and guitar case. He took off running, running towards the monster, and slammed his shoulder into it from the side. "Go! Run! Get out of here, get away from the library, there are people in there!"</s> <\|message\|>Lucky Newman Lucky Newman Lucky smirked hearing where Thomas was from, though he was right about the putting on the accent that area. It was easier to get people to talk to people if you sounded like them. Though it was hard to fit in now, being Gifted stopped all chances of being normal and interacting with others. Though it was nice to be able to talk to someone like yourself, so talking to Thomas was nice. He didn't feel so alone but at the same time he was waiting for the knife in the back. It was a constant struggle in his head, he wanted to trust but the past betrayal was hard to get over. So simply put, he was on the fence about trusting. "I'm from Prince Edward Island, Canada." He said before chuckling softly before continuing, "If you heard my natural accent you would think I was someone fresh off the boat from Ireland or Scotland." He said with a smile remembering how heavy his accent was when he first was on the run, people thought he was from the old country. But he needed to blend in, that was when he met Siri.... He quickly shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He looked out the door of the old rail car when he noticed movement. "Be ready to make yourself unnoticeable Tom." He said lowly as he continued to look out for danger. As he watched a girl suddenly popped up from behind some old train parts, "Hi...I'm Lilith." The girl said with a slight smile on her lips. Lucky locked his eyes on her and stood still for a moment before jumping down from the old rail car. He could see that she was Gifted by her Jade and Maroon eyes, though he was going to be careful like he was with Thomas. He made his body rigid as he watched Lilith for a moment, he had to wonder if she was hunter. But as he watched her he noticed that her hair was wind blown and that she was slightly dirty, so she was mostly likely not a hunter as hunters were usually clean. "I'm Lucky." He said with a slight tension in voice but he didn't sound as threatening as he did with Thomas earlier. "You thirsty or hungry?" He asked though he was still weary of the new comer. He was glad to see another Gifted, but he was realizing that he was rusty in his communication skills. Damn you Siri! He thought as he held an arm out ushering Lilith to the old rail car that would give them some cover, for now at least. Maybe they could plan what to do next or in the very least get to know each other. But Lucky was waiting for the ax to drop and his luck run out.</s> <\|message\|>Cole Harland After exiting The Suite, Cole sat in the driver's seat of his car. This time there was music, only silence as he sat there trying to decide whether he was doing the right thing. Last time he tried something like this...it didn't end well. It seemed as though being around Cole was bad for people's health. The more he thought about it the more the memories of those he'd lost came back to him. It got to a point where it was too much and Cole punched the car stereo causing the display to crack and the dial to pop out again. Cole sighed as he sat back in his seat. "..What are you doing?". There was a silence as he rubbed his forehead, the pain in his knuckles had begun to fade but was still throbbing somewhat. That was when it happened, all those memories of his old friends came once again but this time instead of agony Cole felt a growing rage which added to the already existing pool of anger he had within him. The Hunters would pay for what they did to his friends, what they do to all Gifted. Starting now his crusade would begin, and those two down in The Suite would be the first out of many other gifted he'd recruit to exact revenge on those who oppressed his kin. "I don't usually let you out...but I cam tell it won't matter soon", of course Cole wasn't talking to himself. Technically he was but now it was a different being all together. Exiting the car Cole went to the back and opened up the trunk, inside was the same dufflebag from the gas station but instead of opening it he took it out with him along with one other bag which was for clothes. Once he was back inside The Suite he laid his clothes bag on hos bed and laid the duffle bag on the living room coffee table. Opening it revealed that it's contents were more than just money, inside were two Remington Colt 1911 R1 pistols and a G36C Assault Rifle. Cole laid the 1911s on the table but took the G36C with him to his room. Once inside the room he placed his rifle by the nightstand and headed back into the living room. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv.</s>	<\|message\|>Lilith B. Smith Lilith looked at Lucky, her eyes widening. The offer of food and water made her lip quiver. The offer of shelter and company made her want to cry. She was so desperate for a place to stay, for people she could actually become friends with. So Lilith approached the train car without a second thought, she stood only a couple of steps away from Lucky now. If Lucky looked close enough, he would realize that Lilith's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, her hair was disheveled, and her body was cleansed roughly, as though she had very little time to get clean. "T-thank you. That's very generous. I think I'll take you up on that offer." She understood this was generosity, and that he was offering it because she was desperate. Still though, she managed a bold smile, and reached out her hand. "What's your gift? We might as well exchange them, since we're going to be sitting in a train car for who knows how long." Her voice was a bis stronger although it was rough as if it hadn't been used often. She offered a hand to Lucky, and then peered around him, at the other stranger. She pressed her lips together and frowned. "Um hi to you too. How are you?" She asked, glancing between Lucky and the man who hadn't spoken yet.</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross The sound of a gunshot rang in the air, and not long after, another followed it, causing Irene to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Gunshots weren't so common anymore. In the beginning, it had been hard to sleep at night because there had been so many, but now, with the world nearly empty, it seemed, it became more and more of a surprise to hear them at all. It sounded like it came from...the highway, perhaps? The young woman, who'd been sitting on the roof of her quiet little haven of a house for the past hour, got up and climbed down. Although she considered it important to relax at a time like this, there were things that needed to be done: she needed to pull some weeds, check for pests and disease on her precious veggies, see if dinner had gotten caught in one of her snares. And maybe it would be necessary to complement her cactus fence with some nice, deep pitfalls with something sharp or hot at the bottom. There had been no major incidents with infected before, but better safe than sorry, reasoned Irene. The veggie garden was coming along nicely, but soon it would probably need some compost. The herb garden...was a little more weedy, but that was easily fixed. Everything seemed in place. Perfect. Irene wiped her hands on her filthy apron and checked to see that her glass knife was on her before carefully, quietly sliding open her gate. This was always the chore she dreaded the most, because while it wasn't very likely they could break into her little establishment, they might pick her off easy out here. She ran back and picked up her garden shovel. It was good and heavy, something that could easily bash out the rotten brains of an infected.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would wait for the alarm to stop inside the trailer, in his lap as he waits his shotgun. He sits watching the door, he can hear the infected outside. "How long can that alarm go for?" He would say in a muffled voice. "It's weak so the battery should die sooner or later but still! I mean how many cars still even are in decent enough condition to do anything like that! And I hit the one car that still has a working alarm! I mean...What the hell?!" A thud from an infected could be heard from the side of the trailer. "Shut up corpse I'm busy thinking!" It would thud again. Hunter would speak under his breath "Even when the dying car alarm stops the infected may not leave for days, I don't have days worth of food left." He'd look at his shotgun. "I may have enough shells to fight my way out? But if more come then I may use all my ammo trying to get off this thing." He'd look at the gun again "But it wouldn't be the first time I had to survive with out bullets, you can survive with out bullets, can't survive with out food." Hunter would stand up loading his gun and slinging his bag and rifle. He would creep out the opening int he roof of the trailer and look around to see maybe 20+ infected. "Well then...More then I thought." Most the infected were rotted pretty well, Mostly older ones. He would jump onto a near by car to soften his landing, But as soon as he lands the roof of it caves in and he falls though. "...crap...Next time...I hit the road..." He would turn his head and see an infected pinned under him in the car. "CRAP!" Hunter would fire the shotgun into the head of the infected, the slug running through the car into the road. He would look around and see the rest of the infected drawn to his gun. "...Note to self, get quieter gun." He would start running down the highway, sometimes having to dodge the infected that would try to cut him off. Their were more then 20, maybe more then 30, maybe more then 40 even. Hunter was keeping pace, his training int he national guard kicked in, He kept pace weapon in hand and keeping his thoughts strait. Though he would get tired, Every human does. When out running infected it wasn't that bad, But Runners...Too many from this pack were runners, Out-running them wasn't an option. Hunter stopped and braced his feet aiming his shotgun. He'd fire one slug at a time dropping each infected as it came close. Click click, BANG, Click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG! This would work for a while, but he had to reload sooner or later. And the gun was loud, His ears were already ringing, and more infected would be here soon, Every thing with ears fore miles could hear that gun. So he stops shooting and keeps running, He would run off an exit ramp and do what he could to keep pace, But hunter wasn't in the same condition he was in when he went AWOL, he has eaten less, He didn't exercise anymore, He did cardio but that wasn't enough, He was weak compared to his old self.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross The sound of yet more blasts made the bluebird and the squirrel struggle in their snares before Irene snatched them up and broke their necks with a flick of the wrists. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath as she salvaged the cordage and placed the still-warm animals in her pocket. A soft rustle in the bushes nearby announced the presence of an infected--apparently downwind of her--and she scrambled for the shovel, which she'd put on the ground to attend to the traps. A spray of foul, aged blood spattered the scrub oak when she swung the heavy tool into the creature's soft, festering abdomen. Time to run, now. Irene took off. The weight of her shovel, combined with her unfortunate lack of cardiovascular endurance, slowed her. She could hear a whole horde farther off, and prayed they couldn't hear her breathing. She hopped the gate rather than opening it, set the shovel against her wall, and went inside her house. It was time to do what she did best: Stand her ground. She grabbed all of the glass points she'd made and hafted onto twigs as spears. She couldn't throw very well, but if any followed her and got close, they'd be much more precise than her shovel. Irene went back outside and leaned on the wall. She doubted whoever set off the gun was still alive, but it occurred to her that perhaps she would have to fight them as well. That would be the hard part: Infected are vicious, but stupid. Real people? They're cunning.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe After running for a while Hunters foot landed in a pot hole, his ankle twisting. He would fall with a scream dropping his shotgun, it then going off and landing out of reach. "Dammit!" Hunter would try to stand to grab the gun but fall from his damaged ankle. "Crap...Crap crap CRAP!" The nearest runners would be upon him, he would turn and fire his M1911 into the closest one. he would turn and fire into the next one dropping it, he would turn and fire two shots at the last one, the first missing the next hitting it in the head, the close runners would all be dead. "Dammit, too much noise, way to much noise." Hunter would stand with a limp and grab the shotgun trying to keep balance. After limping for a short way his eye sight would start to fail him, he was passing out. "Not that hurt...Blood loss?" He would look at his ankle and see what looked to be glass crammed into his leg. "Crap...Need to find rest." The screams of the infected were close, Too close. "Suburbs, only way I can hold out for the night, or the week. Huh, decided to fight so I wouldn't starve, Now I'm likely to starve because I can't walk." Hunter would limp down the street, Moving from cover to cover, avoiding the sight of the infected. "How could I be so stupid!" he would say under his breath. "After that first shot I should have ran back into the trailer, or waited till morning in the first place." Hunter would sneak his way into a yard of a fairly maintained house, It seems safe enough to hold out for a night or two, or a week. Hunter would limp with the shotgun still in hand, Though too weak to hold it up correctly, it sages facing the ground being held with one hand, The other holding his injured leg. His hearing almost gone, his eye sight almost completely blacked out, his strength failing, he keeps trying for the door. He would walk up to the door but pass out before he could enter it. Before he passes out completely he just hopes that none of the infected are smart enough to make there way into the yard.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross About half an hour passed in which Irene simply stood still, two spears at the ready, waiting to drive glass through softly rotting ribcages. Although she could hear groans nearby, however, it never happened. Maybe the wall of cacti confused them. Maybe--hey! Was that what she thought it was? She put one spear aside and prepared to thrust the other into the infected's spine. She drew her back and...dropped the spear. That wasn't an infected, it was a normal human being! How did this asshole get into her property? Irene knelt beside the man and put a couple fingers against the carotid artery. Pulse was slow, as was to be expected for an unconscious person, but strong enough that she didn't see any reason for concern. But then...maybe she could just throw him out. Pick his pockets for things she could use and leave him as bait to draw the infected away from her house. She didn't exactly have a wealth of resources to even keep herself alive. Then she remembered, for some stupid reason, her childhood. How her parents had left her to fend for herself while they shot up drugs, how lonely she felt even in their presence. She had hoped fiercely that no one else would have to endure that. That no one would ever have to deal with the pain of being abandoned and left to die because of someone else's selfishness. Irene sighed. It won't be permanent. She dragged the man inside her small house and onto the couch, grunting. He was muscly, and muscle was heavy. If not for her experience lifting bins of compost and whatnot, she probably wouldn't have been able to move him. After a cursory check for injuries, she realized the stranger's ankle was swollen. With a reluctant huff, she moved to grab her medical supplies, grabbed some bandage and a cream that was supposed to reduce swelling, and tended to the injury.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe After being passed out for who knows how long Hunter would start to wake, His leg was bandaged, his gear was out of sight, He was unarmed, and in a strange location. Did he make it inside? Did he settle down? No no that can't be the case, even if that was the case he would have left his side arm close by. He would stand, his leg still hurting. He started walking around, wondering what he may find. Maybe a person? Maybe people? Maybe Cannibals?! Wouldn't be the first time, First they help you, then they get you to trust them, they they cut you into tiny pieces then eat you. No, not again, not going to get eaten by some cannibal who tries to steal MY gear, eat MY flesh, Who ever they are they messed with the wrong person.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross By now the sun was starting to set, and Irene had gone back outside. She plucked some of her herbs so that it could go along nicely with the meat she'd caught, yawned, and went back inside to prepare the small animals. Irene froze. The couch was empty. I should have tied him up. Why in the hell did I not tie him up? She checked for her knife. Yep, it was still there. It crossed her mind that she might have just let a depraved psychopath into her home, and she groaned softly, wondering why she had bothered showing any humanity. "Have fun making that ankle of yours worse, idiot," she called, and slipped into the kitchen. With nervous glances behind her, she beheaded the bird and the squirrel, plucked the bird, and skinned the squirrel. The faint smell of blood wafted out of the kitchen.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would be in the kitchen holding a knife he found. "I'll let you know when I start having fun. But until then I'd like some answers." Hunter would notice the blood all over the women. Too fresh to be from an infected, Was it his? Only she would know. "What's with the blood? And I should mention, I have been in worse situations, armed with nothing but my smarts and my fist. So we can talk this out or we shall land in the knife fight of our lives." Hunter tried to keep a calm face, even with his military training he was still weak from blood loss. He was armed with a knife and for all he knew this person had a gun behind her back, maybe even his gun. Hunter would do a small laugh at the thought of getting shot with his own gun.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross "Oh, I guess you didn't notice that I just chopped the heads off my dinner," she said. "Oh, and two days ago...I think it was two days ago. A rabid dog was trying to get into my damn yard, so I had to bash it to hell. So that's where the majority of the blood came from." She held up her own knife, a transparent one that glinted in the fading light, and started to gut the squirrel. "Put that thing away. I'm trying to cook."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene caught some vibes like he'd caught this guy off guard. Good. She smirked slightly as she ignited some gas and heated up some oil. "I don't know where your weapons are. You're in my damn house because I found you laying in my yard. I'm just some delinquent who got out of trouble when the zombies came out. I helped you because..." Wow, that was a good question. She ended up just shrugging and laughed a little. "Because my stupid conscience made me. But I'm starting to regret it. That dumb ol' conscience, you know? It'll get you every time."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe "...ya, I guess it will." Hunter would set down the knife, He tried to recall what happened before he passed out, His memory is hazy after he landed in the pot hole. He still had his holster so more then likely he dropped his handgun when he tried to defend himself. His rifle should have been on his back though? Could he have dropped that too? Hunter would look out the window. "Too dark to go outside." And the fact his ankle was still in too poor condition to walk on. But he didn't like the idea of being unarmed. But this did seem like the first person in a while that didn't try to kill him. "So what's your name?" Hunter would ask still trying to sound like he's in control of the situation.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Irene," she said, not bothering to look up at the much-taller man now. Instead she just stirred around the chunks of squirrel and added the bird and herbs. "Yours?" She casually took the knife the moment he put it down and examined it at the same time she stirred the meat. It was heavier than her own. She put it back. "I have a tank of rainwater out back," she said, pointing to a metal bucket. "Go get some if you want any with your dinner."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter realizes he is not really in control of the situation, he decides to cooperate but still keeping his guard up. "Hunter...That's my name." He would look at the rain collector outside. "Water would be nice. Thanks." Hunter would walk out back into the yard. As he was collecting the water he would see the glimpse of a metallic object near the edge of the yard. He would walk up to it and see the shotgun resting on the ground. "Well theirs one." He would grab some water then go over and grab the shotgun. He would walk inside with a limp still and walk over the the couch, he would start to take apart the gun and attempt to clean it from the inside out. He would start talking under his breath. "So what if this is the first person that hasn't tried to kill you in forever, you still have a mission to finish, She's out their, and you have to find her." He would reassemble the shotgun and pump it.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She got out a couple of plates and scraped the food onto each one. Grabbing a couple of forks, she put the slightly dirtier plate on the coffee table, then sat with her own food at the table. She scooped some water straight from the bucket into an aluminum water bottle, took a long gulp, and started to eat like a starved dog. As she did so, however, she eyed the shotgun nervously. A shotgun would definitely win against a piece of sharpened glass, and Irene found herself hoping that this Hunter guy didn't have much ammo left. Don't show any fear. She looked back to her plate and skewered a stringy chunk of bluebird on her fork. She should be killing a deer soon. She had a surprisingly good supply of salt, and it would last her through desperate times. Irene drooled a little. Venison sounded great at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would notice Irene staring at the shotgun. "Don't worry it's not for you. I still need to get my supplies, then after I find them I'll be waiting for my ankle to heal so I can start heading to Tensions Peak." Hunter would put the three shotgun shells on the table and set the gun leaning on the couch. "Thanks for the food." Hunter would take a few bits of the food, tasting it carefully, making sure it wasn't poisoned or anything. After a couple bits he was satisfied. "Thanks again for the food."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Hmm," she muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. "No problem. If you're not gonna finish that, I'll take it." She burped softly after finishing her food. "So I heard you muttering a little from the kitchen. If you're off your rocker, you can get out. I don't need a crazy person in my house."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would laugh a bit "Crazy? Me? Na, I just think out loud, Happens when you spend a lot of time on the road" Hunter would hand over the plate. "So how long have you been here? The place seems really well set up." Hunter would stand looking out the front window.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James looked across the row of gardens. They were a mess, with fences torn down, plant beds overflowing with weeds, and grass rising as high as his knees. This was a problem, because to James they represented mini-jungles that were full of hiding places for the dead men to hide. He'd seen many people go that way, dragged by an unseen hand from under a car, or bitten by a set of teeth waiting behind a tree stump. But he had no choice. A dozen of the things had followed him since he left his safe spot in the loft of Old Man Cowskie's house, down the end of the street. He'd tried to be subtle and stealthy about it, but the dead men noticed him anyway. They were slow though, real slow - so long as he kept going, he'd be okay. The problem was, the further he moved down the street, the more he encountered blocking his way. Turning off from the path, and into a garden, seemed like the best way to lose them. Now he wasn't so sure. At least if he tried to run through his pursuers, he had a good chance at outrunning them. With the gardens on the other hand, he might not see a hidden danger until it was too late. He became hesitant. He closed his eyes, as he often did in these situations, and focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. He opened his eyes, and was blessed with a calm but certain sense of direction. He couldn't go back, because though he could out run the dead, he'd draw more to him as he went, until eventually he'd have hundreds chasing after him. Eventually he'd have to stop, and then would find himself surrounded, no matter where he sought to hide. No. It had to be the gardens. Stepping over the low-lying picket fence, he entered the first of them. Immediately his feet landed on something hard, hidden in the grass. He took a step back, peered down and saw that it was a small fire truck. He couldn't remember the children who had lived here, and he didn't want to. He just hoped they were okay. Then there was a thump, off to James' right. He turned and raised the tyre iron, but wavered briefly. Sure enough, a small child, about six years old perhaps, in faded and tattered clothes stumbled towards him from an open patio. "Jesus," James uttered. He hadn't killed any dead men yet, and the prospect of striking down a dead child was somehow inconceivable. He moved on, vaulting a chest-height chain-linked fence and tumbled into the next garden. A barbecue sat in the middle of it, fighting back the weeds and the rust. James looked around, and noticed loads of picnic chairs that had been tossed and turned - and then he saw the pools of weeks old blood. Something bad had happened here, and he didn't want to find out what. He looked up ahead, and sized up the thick hedge that formed his next barrier.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I've been here since it started. The woman who lived here before was killed pretty much right off the bat, so I went ahead and took over her gardens. Lucky she had so many seeds and all." Irene took the plate and put it lazily in the no-longer-functioning sink. She looked briefly out of the window in an instinctive urge to follow the other person's gaze, before her higher brain stepped in and let her know that Hunter hadn't actually seen anything dangerous. Hopefully. "What about you? Did you just hit the road as soon as the shit hit the fan?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene. "Not really, I served in the national guard when things started to get bad. So for the first two weeks or so I stayed with my unit, Though after things got really bad, I went AWOL, and I went home to find my sister. Sadly she wasn't home...I'm going to an old camp ground we use to hang out at as kids to find her, WE said as kids if anything were to happen we would meet there." Hunter would walk away from the window. "So you've been alone this whole time? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She shrugged and nodded. "Something I've learned in the course of my life is that...no offense. People are shitty. You can't trust them. No matter how good you think they are, sooner or later they'll end up abandoning you because of their own motivations. So I thought, 'Why bother pretending to care for someone else if one of us will just leave the other dying in a gutter somewhere?'. And it's been...pretty good, so far." Her voice was tinged with a bitterness that she struggled to push away. "Good luck finding your sister, commando."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston The hedge was as tall as James, and thick. He hadn't considered something so simple to be so impossible. He had tried three times to grab hold of it and climb over, but each time he'd fallen back with two hands full of broken branches. He looked around, noting that the end of the garden backed up onto the wall of a neighbouring house. The constant raling of the chainlink fence behind him, reminded him that the little child was all too aware of his presence. James could turn back, perhaps shove the child aside and make a run for it - but to where? He looked slowly down the garden, past the rusting barbecue and capsized picnic furniture, and towards the house. The back door to the building was ajar, and smeared with bloody hand prints. He couldn't see past that though, because with the power out, everything looked dark inside. It was possible that the dead men who once occupied the premises were no longer around, and he figured that surely they'd of come out by now because of the racket he'd made trying to climb the hedge. Still, James did not relish the task of traversing a dark and claustrophobic environment. He'd been lucky so far, and had spent most of the crisis' duration hidden away in Old Man Cowsky's house. No one had bothered him, not the rampaging military, or the ravenous dead. He hadn't lifted a hand in anger to anyone, nor had anyone lifted a hand against him. He'd just sat there, day after day, looking out the loft's window at a world falling down in the distance. His grip around his tyre iron stiffened, and he felt its weight. This gave him a small boost of confidence, and so giving the dead child a quick sideways glance, he headed down towards the house. The door had been long ago battered off one of its hinges, and hung at a slight angle. He pushed it aside, and winced as it creaked. His heart froze, and any second he expected dead hands to reach out of the darkness and claim him. They didn't. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerve, and walked on in. James immediately lost his footing, and slipped on something oily. He managed to stop himself from falling, and stood still for a few seconds. Still nothing. He continued, walking into what was once the house's kitchen. Everything seemed quiet, and even the dead child outside had stopped rattling the fence. A can of Heinz beans, laying on the floor by the kitchen's open fridge caught James' eye. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten in three days. "Well," he said to himself cheerfully. "There's no time like the present!" James started to pull back the kitchen's draws, looking for a can opener.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look at the women. "So you don't trust people? Yet you helped me, When you could have easily left me?" He would walk back to the couch and sit. "I guess I do owe ya for helping me out, Is there anything you need that I may have or I could find for you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross "No, I don't trust people," said Irene. "If you're smart, you won't either. Not that I'd be an issue. I could have stuck my knife in your throat while you were flopped down unconscious on my property." She seemed to enter a short period of brainstorming in response to his question. "If you could kill a deer for me, that would be excellent. Otherwise...hmm. I'll have to think on it."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would glare. "I'm not a murderous monster, ass hole. But I noticed the look you gave me when you got here, So I don't trust you." Hunter would pump the shotgun. "Though, people hiding are hard to trust as well." Hunter would walk to the cacti as well.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary stayed silent as James talked. She stared at the woman coming out of the house. The man with the gun called her Irene, and Mary was comforted by the fact that she was a woman. She glanced worried between James and the limp National Guard as they bickered. This was going the wrong way. She gently poked her elbow into the ribs of James to make him shut up. The guard obviously didn't appropriate his humor. She got scared of the seemingly trigger-happy limp guard as he waved around his gun as if it was nothing serious. Though her mood lifted as Irene told them they could come in. She smiled widely and let out an excited yelp as she made her way into the guard, her arm getting poked by a part of the hedge. She held the wound on her arm and stepped into the yard, waiting for James to follow. They could now see her whole body, including her gun. But she wasn't trigger happy and hadn't even used it once, so she hoped they wouldn't see harm in it. Mary was just about to thank Irene for her kindness when she too heard the rustle. She looked in the way James was looking, still holding her stinging arm. She walked towards Irene, her eyes still focused on James and mister trigger happy who approached the cacti, not wanting to be in their way.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross These people are going to be like dogs. If I let them in and feed them, they'll come to expect it. The thought was not a welcome one, but Irene let it pass. She'd kick them out after a day, and if they refused to leave, she supposed she would have to figure out a clever way to murder them in their sleep or something. As necessary as it might become, however, she still didn't find it a pleasant thought to kill people who weren't brain-dead bloodthirsty zombies. She crossed her arms and scanned the cacti with her eyes. Whoever was hiding in there, in the event that it was yet another person and not an injured animal that would probably go well with butter and salt, they would likely be cut up pretty nicely upon leaving the depths of the natural fence.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Excuse me!" Jonah made sure that his first two words were loud and clear. He corrected his posture, standing straight up, then took slow steps towards the group. The air was silent for a few seconds, before Jonah knew precisely what to say. Now, he concentrated intensely on speaking. He stared blankly at the group, using all his mind to focus on the task. "My name is Jonah Smith, and I'm not quite sick of the new world yet. I want you to know that I want nothing more than to explore this brave new world, see all that it has to offer, and return to the old world we loved so much. But there are many tings standing in my way, in our way. We have to think of the future, and I can see that it's great. Because, we humans will stay together, support each other, explore our world, and go from being powerless bugs to becoming rulers of the earth! Certainly, that will happen if you want it to! We can win over this terrible world!" Jonah relaxed his view. He caught his breath, looking at everyone, and waited for the response. I won't be able to take them, but they're armed and uncomfortable. If this goes poorly, I think I'll be able to kill them with minimal damage to myself.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked two times as she looked towards James, mister trigger happy and the new guy. What a day. She glanced up to Irene, now standing besides her, and noticed she was not quite happy about this. When the new guy spoke Mary raised an eyebrow and dropped her hands to her hips. "He's insane.." she mumbled, as he went on about support and exploring. She didn't know if he was serious or not, but he made her feel uncomfortable about being here. Maybe she and James shouldn't have come. She didn't feel safe. She felt nervous about James and trigger happy standing so close to the new man. Her hand went to her gun again, a habit she could not shake even though she wouldn't just shoot without thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene glanced at the others to gauge their reactions to this guy, to figure out if they too were unsure if he was pulling their chain. He certainly sounded serious, and pretty genuinely insane. Out of instinct, she checked to make sure her knife was on her and relaxed only slightly when she found out it was. She fixed the most recent newcomer with narrowed eyes and a stony expression. The people around her had guns. She was fairly sure they could kick his scrawny ass if he tried anything, so she put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice, which she expected to lose by tomorrow at this rate. "You want to explore the world? Then get going!" she barked. "No one's stopping you. Go on! Bye! Have fun!"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah understands that his seemingly foolproof speech didn't say what he meant in the way he wanted to. Not thinking much about what he says, he tries again to explain what he wants to do. "I won't leave alone, basically unarmed, unready, and with nowhere to go back. Aren't we all hungry, thirsty, tired, and afraid? Don't we live in a world where we can lose everything in a flash? Don't you want to make it better? Please, we need each other! You won't survive on your own... even if you'd want to. Because a life on your own, is a life without friends, love, or goals. That shouldn't even count as a life. If you have hope, want to survive, or fear loneliness, you don't live on your own. Am I a maniac? What's the madness in hope, that everyone else has given up completely?" Jonah made it clear that he feared a hopeless world. He silently smiled at the group, hoping that they'd understand him better. "Do you have hope? If not, what do you live for?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter fearing that they would leave he turns the safety off on the shotgun and walks outside, the primary handle in one hand and keeping his other hand open. "Once you have what you need it's best to move on. No need for things to get worse then they are."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked away the small amount of tears settling on her lower lashes. Which was weird, because she hadn't really cried since this it all began. Now, things were going terribly wrong and she didn't understand why. Did they not want company? Or help? She glanced from James to Irene and the soldier, now heading inside together. It made her weary, and she stepped back towards the hedge she and James came from. Her eyes were darting around to see what would happen. I seemed weird, but she had already imagined images of them all together. Her and Irene cooking, James and the soldier playing cards. But it seemed silly now. They wanted them gone. She didn't know if she should offer her help in in exchange for a place to stay. But she couldn't just leave James on the street. Even though she didn't know him, it didn't feel right. When the soldier and Irene came back out again, she looked at them, seeing they really meant it. She shivered, it was getting cold.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Speaking for myself, I don't need something. I need someone, and someplace, like this. Because this is well-fortified, and because you know very different things than I do. I don't think you know that I'm called Jonas. And now you do. I'm sure that you know many things I don't, that we'll need to survive. Key focus on we; I doubt anyone can survive on their own long-term." Jonah improvised, making him sound uncertain. But he smiled again, hoping that they would be willing to form a group. Jonah doubted he could survive much longer, as his lack of information about survival really started biting him. Jonah could get nearly anything but food, which he really hoped someone here grew. "Irene, is that your name? May I come in? I am weaker than you!" Perhaps a more humorous tone would calm them down?</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sigh. "Grab what you Need, then get going we can't spare time for..." Hunter would get cut off by screams of the dead close by, and a lot by the sound. "...Dammit." Hunter would raise the shotgun and aim in the direction of the scream.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Get inside," hissed Irene. "Go." The status of her house as an inn for displaced survivors could be discussed later, when the danger had passed. She held the front door open and motioned for everyone to be as quiet as possible. She glared at Hunter. The sound of a shotgun blast would draw the gross, rotting piles of mucus and festering flesh right to her door, and it was not an attractive thought. Do not shoot that thing, she mouthed.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah didn't hesitate to get inside. He did it as stealthily as he could, and decided to explore Irene's house. He saw the kitchen, the farm and the many traps, but didn't see much in the way of luxuries inside. "You have something incredibly valuable, and a fantastic foundation for a base. Thank you for letting us in. I will make sure that you won't regret this." Jonah sat down in the couch, catching a breath after feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He concentrated on planning for the future, hoping to turn the old house into a safe haven for himself and the others, at the very least. It didn't take long before he started daydreaming...</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would no to Irene, understanding what she was saying. Hunter wold set down the gun and draw his combat knife. He would do a sharp whistle getting the creatures attention, its head did a sharp turn and charged Hunter. When it got close Hunter wold kick out its knee and slice the side of its head with the knife. When it kept moving he would stab it in the back of the skull with the knife. he would draw the knife out and grab the gun and walk inside.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene watched with utter disgust as Hunter walked inside after the completely unnecessary show that he'd put on. Angry as she was, though, she decided that she should choose her battles, and after waiting for the others to come in she shut and bolted the door. "I'll boil some water," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You all sit and chat or something. But not too loudly. I want to keep my windows for as long as I can."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah sits down, thinking intensely about what he should do for the future. He enters a works of thought, and quickly understands that recovery will be a long and challenging path. "What would we need in order to create a better source of food? More soil and more water. That means that we'll have to tavern to the nearest park, or outside the city limits. More water would need more rainwater colletirs, and in the long term, finding a stream of some sort..." Jonah hours that letting everyone know of his plans would make them more likely to support him. Because the next thing he'd try to get would be something to eat and drink... "I'm weak from malnutrition and dehydration. I know of a hardware store where we could get useful tools and weapons, and there's a back entrance that might be unlocked. But if I'm hungry, I won't be able to fight my way in. Can I have something to eat first?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter guessed he was too quiet on the porch, he looked to his side to see Jonah. He would speak quietly. "Hey, stay calm, stay quiet, they'll leave. Just...don't panic." Hunter would go back to staring into the darkness. "Maybe 4 of them. Not too bad, but should stay quiet at that."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah jumped onto the porch. He smiled after returning to the safety of the group, bringing with him a few boxes of nails. There were at least a few hundred nails, and he spread the boxes across the floor. "That supply run went fantastic. I nailed it!"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I hella don't think it's a wise plan," said Irene. "But they can all do what they want. If that crazy Jonah dude gets himself ripped to shreds and turned into a midnight snack, that's his issue, not mine," she informed Mary, thinking that the girl had asked her. "How's the tea?" She jumped at the sound of a knock on the door and slowly opened the door for...oh, he was alive. And he had nails, which would absolutely come in handy! She may have thought the man was insane, but she had to give it to him- going to the hardware, stealing such valuable tools and coming back so quickly? She was impressed. Keeping her voice critical, she said, "You'll want some rest after that adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I don't want rest. I want food, now! And I think I deserve some, although I wouldn't trust myself doing the cooking right now..." Jonah slowly walked to the couch, and closed his eyes when he reached it. "I need rest, but want food. I think that's what I tried to say..." Jonah continued, before closing his eyes again.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stay on the porch outside, He preferred it alone. Maybe it was the fact he was still learning to trust these new people. Maybe it was because he felt safer alone. Who knows. Though that tea was good. Hunter wouldn't mind some more, but he's already in debt to Irene enough. Maybe he can give her something from his supplies when he grabs them in the morning.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary smiled at Irene's temperament. She had no filter but Mary liked that. She sipped quietly from her tea and looked around the room. The situation she was in was odd and unexpected, and she wasn't surw what to say or do. She nodded to the soldier as he left towards the porch, knowing she had to be guard too. She was petit and small so she doubted if they trusted her with that task. As the soldier limped out, it caught her attention again that maybe he was wounded. She should ask him later. Looking back at Irene again, she smiled a little.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter did go out on watch, though he also left part way through the night. He was limping his way back to Irene's house with his Rifle in hands and the rest of his gear on his back. Took a good while to find his pistol but he did, it was now in his holster. He figured the best way to get keep the weapons was to act like he had them all along just didn't let on. When Hunter got back it was almost Dawn. He took aim with his rifle on an infected not to far outside Irene's house, he would fire the weapon but the shot was suppressed. Hunter had the suppressor, he just didn't use it well traveling, only when he planned to stay in one place for longer then a day or two. He guessed that he was going to stay for a while. Hunter knocked on the front door to avoid causing a panic. He tried to act as non hostile as possible, he had been an ass the day before but that was mainly out of fear. He trusted these people enough that he didn't need to be ready to fight them all the time.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene opened the door and glared like a bear that had been woken in mid-hibernation before standing aside and letting Hunter inside. "How'd it go? And if you stepped on my plants, you're dead. Like, in the ground. I live on those. Sleep anywhere, by the way. Except for my room. I don't want your sans-deodorant male musk stinking up any more of my house than it is already." She brushed off her apron and checked the water bucket, then looked outside at the sky. It would be light soon. "Don't rip each other to shreds while I'm weeding and watering," she added. Irene wanted to make it as obvious as possible that if she was going to have guests, she was the boss.</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Hmm," she muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. "No problem. If you're not gonna finish that, I'll take it." She burped softly after finishing her food. "So I heard you muttering a little from the kitchen. If you're off your rocker, you can get out. I don't need a crazy person in my house."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would laugh a bit "Crazy? Me? Na, I just think out loud, Happens when you spend a lot of time on the road" Hunter would hand over the plate. "So how long have you been here? The place seems really well set up." Hunter would stand looking out the front window.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James looked across the row of gardens. They were a mess, with fences torn down, plant beds overflowing with weeds, and grass rising as high as his knees. This was a problem, because to James they represented mini-jungles that were full of hiding places for the dead men to hide. He'd seen many people go that way, dragged by an unseen hand from under a car, or bitten by a set of teeth waiting behind a tree stump. But he had no choice. A dozen of the things had followed him since he left his safe spot in the loft of Old Man Cowskie's house, down the end of the street. He'd tried to be subtle and stealthy about it, but the dead men noticed him anyway. They were slow though, real slow - so long as he kept going, he'd be okay. The problem was, the further he moved down the street, the more he encountered blocking his way. Turning off from the path, and into a garden, seemed like the best way to lose them. Now he wasn't so sure. At least if he tried to run through his pursuers, he had a good chance at outrunning them. With the gardens on the other hand, he might not see a hidden danger until it was too late. He became hesitant. He closed his eyes, as he often did in these situations, and focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. He opened his eyes, and was blessed with a calm but certain sense of direction. He couldn't go back, because though he could out run the dead, he'd draw more to him as he went, until eventually he'd have hundreds chasing after him. Eventually he'd have to stop, and then would find himself surrounded, no matter where he sought to hide. No. It had to be the gardens. Stepping over the low-lying picket fence, he entered the first of them. Immediately his feet landed on something hard, hidden in the grass. He took a step back, peered down and saw that it was a small fire truck. He couldn't remember the children who had lived here, and he didn't want to. He just hoped they were okay. Then there was a thump, off to James' right. He turned and raised the tyre iron, but wavered briefly. Sure enough, a small child, about six years old perhaps, in faded and tattered clothes stumbled towards him from an open patio. "Jesus," James uttered. He hadn't killed any dead men yet, and the prospect of striking down a dead child was somehow inconceivable. He moved on, vaulting a chest-height chain-linked fence and tumbled into the next garden. A barbecue sat in the middle of it, fighting back the weeds and the rust. James looked around, and noticed loads of picnic chairs that had been tossed and turned - and then he saw the pools of weeks old blood. Something bad had happened here, and he didn't want to find out what. He looked up ahead, and sized up the thick hedge that formed his next barrier.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I've been here since it started. The woman who lived here before was killed pretty much right off the bat, so I went ahead and took over her gardens. Lucky she had so many seeds and all." Irene took the plate and put it lazily in the no-longer-functioning sink. She looked briefly out of the window in an instinctive urge to follow the other person's gaze, before her higher brain stepped in and let her know that Hunter hadn't actually seen anything dangerous. Hopefully. "What about you? Did you just hit the road as soon as the shit hit the fan?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene. "Not really, I served in the national guard when things started to get bad. So for the first two weeks or so I stayed with my unit, Though after things got really bad, I went AWOL, and I went home to find my sister. Sadly she wasn't home...I'm going to an old camp ground we use to hang out at as kids to find her, WE said as kids if anything were to happen we would meet there." Hunter would walk away from the window. "So you've been alone this whole time? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She shrugged and nodded. "Something I've learned in the course of my life is that...no offense. People are shitty. You can't trust them. No matter how good you think they are, sooner or later they'll end up abandoning you because of their own motivations. So I thought, 'Why bother pretending to care for someone else if one of us will just leave the other dying in a gutter somewhere?'. And it's been...pretty good, so far." Her voice was tinged with a bitterness that she struggled to push away. "Good luck finding your sister, commando."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston The hedge was as tall as James, and thick. He hadn't considered something so simple to be so impossible. He had tried three times to grab hold of it and climb over, but each time he'd fallen back with two hands full of broken branches. He looked around, noting that the end of the garden backed up onto the wall of a neighbouring house. The constant raling of the chainlink fence behind him, reminded him that the little child was all too aware of his presence. James could turn back, perhaps shove the child aside and make a run for it - but to where? He looked slowly down the garden, past the rusting barbecue and capsized picnic furniture, and towards the house. The back door to the building was ajar, and smeared with bloody hand prints. He couldn't see past that though, because with the power out, everything looked dark inside. It was possible that the dead men who once occupied the premises were no longer around, and he figured that surely they'd of come out by now because of the racket he'd made trying to climb the hedge. Still, James did not relish the task of traversing a dark and claustrophobic environment. He'd been lucky so far, and had spent most of the crisis' duration hidden away in Old Man Cowsky's house. No one had bothered him, not the rampaging military, or the ravenous dead. He hadn't lifted a hand in anger to anyone, nor had anyone lifted a hand against him. He'd just sat there, day after day, looking out the loft's window at a world falling down in the distance. His grip around his tyre iron stiffened, and he felt its weight. This gave him a small boost of confidence, and so giving the dead child a quick sideways glance, he headed down towards the house. The door had been long ago battered off one of its hinges, and hung at a slight angle. He pushed it aside, and winced as it creaked. His heart froze, and any second he expected dead hands to reach out of the darkness and claim him. They didn't. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerve, and walked on in. James immediately lost his footing, and slipped on something oily. He managed to stop himself from falling, and stood still for a few seconds. Still nothing. He continued, walking into what was once the house's kitchen. Everything seemed quiet, and even the dead child outside had stopped rattling the fence. A can of Heinz beans, laying on the floor by the kitchen's open fridge caught James' eye. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten in three days. "Well," he said to himself cheerfully. "There's no time like the present!" James started to pull back the kitchen's draws, looking for a can opener.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look at the women. "So you don't trust people? Yet you helped me, When you could have easily left me?" He would walk back to the couch and sit. "I guess I do owe ya for helping me out, Is there anything you need that I may have or I could find for you?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "No, I don't trust people," said Irene. "If you're smart, you won't either. Not that I'd be an issue. I could have stuck my knife in your throat while you were flopped down unconscious on my property." She seemed to enter a short period of brainstorming in response to his question. "If you could kill a deer for me, that would be excellent. Otherwise...hmm. I'll have to think on it."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop and think for a sec. "actually...I might be able too, I use to hunt with my dad when I was younger, I still have three slugs left as well. When I go out to find the rest of my gear I'll see what I can do for ya." Hunter would walk over to the shotgun and load the three shotgun shells. "But that may be a day or two before I go out, If i try to run on my ankle I'll make it worse, If I can't run I'll be forced to fight, And I am in no condition to fight." Hunter would think about what else he could do well he was out. "Do you have a map of the area? Maybe a lost of stores or something?"</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street There was a thump from upstairs, James froze as he rummaged through the drawers. Then there were was another thump, and another. He stood back from the drawers, and shifted his safety goggles to try and get a better sense of things. The house was dark, too dark, but his eyes were slowly adjusting to it. There was a door leading out of the kitchen, and just beyond, a hallway with some stairs and a couple more doors. The thumping continued, but didn't seem to be moving from its perceived location. James cringed as he imagined what may be making the noise. Probably a dead man, stuck in one of the bedrooms, banging its hands against the door to try and get free. James suddenly lost his appetite, and moved on into the hall way - slowly. Each step was a carefully measured action, minimising the noise as much as was humanly possible. He passed by the stairs, and though it was almost pitch black, he could see dark stains leading up them. This only furthered his intent to get out of there. He headed back to the kitchen, grabbed the can of beans, and then went back into the hallway. He froze when his eyes detected the feint outline of something that hadn't been there before. At first he thought he'd just mistaken what he was seeing for a trick of the light, but then the object growled. James had enough time to bring his tyre iron up as a dead man rushed out of the darkness, and threw itself at him. The force of the impact brought James to the ground, and a pair of jutting teeth snapped inches away from his face as he fought to keep the dead man's weight off him. The rank smell of rotting flesh and ... something worse ... rushed up James' nostrils, making him nauseous despite his predicament. With great effort, James managed to bring the tyre iron to bear, and placed it horizontally across the dead man's neck. Then with both hands, he pushed, even as the dead man's fingers clawed and scratched at his face. After a few seconds of constant effort, he threw the dead man aside, and was on his feet in a flash. He didn't stop to check if there was any more, instead, he bolted for the door at the base of the stairs. There was some brief sunlight poking through the door's boarded up window, and his eyes lit up when he realised it was the front entrance to the house. With shaking fingers, he fumbled for the lock and managed to get it undone. He pushed the door open, but was blinded by the sunlight. Nevertheless, he sprinted forwards - just as the dead man's hands clamped around his shoulders. James span, not having time to think, and shoved the dead man away. Then he moved forwards, and raising his tyre iron high over his head, swung it for the creature's face. There was a sickening crunch as metal met jaw, and his assailant fell backwards with the force. Then James turned, and realised he was back out on the same street he tried to escape earlier - except now it was empty, the dead men having chased him down the road an hour previous. He quickly broke into a sprint, just as the dead man climbed back onto its feet.</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street James skidded to a halt as heard the sound of something solid hitting something less solid. He turned back towards the house he'd fled from, just in time to see a young petite Asian woman in a black leather jacket, jam the painful end of an umbrella into his pursuer's head. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to accept that the woman was indeed alive - and apparently friendly. James hadn't met another human being since the military death squad burst into his home, and slaughtered his family. A mixed feeling of grave mistrust and longing for companionship split his mind in two. As always, when he was internally conflicted, he resorted to his breathing techniques to bring about some clarity. In. And out. In. And out. The clouds of mistrust evaporated from James' mind, and he decided the woman was no threat. She'd of attacked him by now, if she was. And besides, it wasn't like he had anything worth stealing. He started walking back towards the house, casting a glimpse over his shoulder to check to see if any more dead men were about - they weren't, for now. He stopped about ten paces away from the woman, careful to keep his distance. He assumed that women had probably faired quite poorly in this crisis, as there was no telling what the rest of the menfolk had been getting up to without law and order to restrain them. He decided it was best not to spook her by getting too close. "Thanks," James said with a smile. "You didn't need to, but thanks all the same. I'm James Houston, and I lived down the end of the street for most of my life." His stomach rumbled. "I don't suppose you have a can opener do you?" he asked, embarrassed by his stomach's involuntary noise. "I've not eaten in a fair while... oh and if we could get off the street, that'd be great. They're gone for now, but it's only a matter of time before they get bored of looking for me behind Old Man Cowsky's house and return."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary tossed the umbrella to the side when she was sure the dead man would stay dead, but she wished she hadn't when the man that had run past her walked back to her in a steady pace. Her chest went up and down as she watched him. He was taller than she was, but not quite too tall. He looked strong enough to take her tiny frame, but then again, who would expect her to know how to fight? Still she was scared nonetheless. She tried to shrug away the memories that came up about her friend Jane. She wasn't taken by the dead, no, she was taken by a man who hadn't had a piece of ass for a while. Her hand went to her side, holding the strap that held her gun. Though he stopped quite a distance away from her and it made her ease up. She shouldn't think the worst of everyone. He thanked her with a smile, and the action made her cross her arms and relax. "I didn't know what got into me," she said with a shy smile, looking down at the dead man. She stepped away from the man but not any closer the living one that was standing in front of her. Seeing no harm in it, she spoke again. "I'm Mary Park. I eh, worked in the hospital. Lived there, too, went everything went to.. you know, shit." She made an arm movement to the end of the street, where you could see the roof of the tall hospital couple blocks away. She couldn't help but giggle at the sound his stomach made, and held her hand in front of her mouth. "I don't have a can opener. But I saw a house a little more down the street, it looked well kept and when I peeked into the yard, I saw vegetables. Maybe we can check there?" The word "we" sound foreign in her mouth for now. Maybe she should stay with this person, or get away from him. She couldn't really get a read. "I have some candy, though I don't think that would help you now."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s>
<\|description\|>Mary Park Age: 23 Personality: Sweet, caring, scared, determined to have her own say Physical Appearance: Stands about 5,3 tall, average build, dark brown and long thick wavy hair, mostly in a bun on top of her head. She wears black pants, a black tanktop and a beige that is tucked in at the front of her jeans. Over her blouse she wears a black leather jacket. In her bag she has one more outfit. She wears brown Timberland shoes. Family: Her parents are from Korea, but they've moved here since she was 4. Her father already died when she was 16, but her mother died when it all started. History: She always knew she wanted to be just like her father, a doctor. She was in her second year of residency, when it all started. But while she's shy outside of work, she is a hard and determined worker inside of the ER. Though at some point, it was hopeless. The patients started biting doctors, or even killing them and moving on to the next. The ER had to be shut down. Because she was almost always in the hospital, it was hard to see what was on the outside. It was when they watched the last tv broadcast in the staff room, Mary and her colleagues decided to stay in the ER and only take in people that were actually hurt. It took a little while, but they build up a whole system. Then everything had gone wrong, and Mary is now roaming, not really sure what to do, but trying to see if she could help people in medical need. Skills: Medical school degrees and experience in the ER. When she was younger she did Tae-Kwon-Do, though she knows that, she is not an expert. Gear: A hiking backpack, a handgun strapped to her leg (taken from a dead hospital guard), two packs of bullets tugged away in her bag, various medical supplies from the hospital, a change of clothes, two water bottles. Goal: To find a group to be with.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary bit on a piece of sweet liquorice. It was her own pain reliever as she rolled up the sleeve of her blouse. While sucking on the candy, she peeled off the bandage that was covering her wound. It wasn't a big one, but painful nonetheless. It was stupid, of all the ways someone could get hurt lately, she got a nasty cut while trying to get out of a window. Luckily she was just wearing her tank top then, so the rest of her clothes were fine. Though she had not been in a clothes shop, she didn't expect there was much left to get a new jacket. She tended to the wound quickly, knowing she had to get out of this place. Car alarms had been going off, paired with shots. People were around, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She rolled her sleeve down and put on her jacket. It had been a while since the gunshots. There were far at first, but the last shot was right in front of the boarded up house Mary was in. She didn't dare to peek out then. Surely, it would be safe right now. She had waited at least half an hour, or was it more? She patted her right leg and felt the gun still strapped there. Then she grabbed her hiking bag from the chair it was resting in and swung it over her shoulder, placing it securely on her back. She walked over to the front door and listened for a bit. She didn't want to run into any of those creeps. After she deemed it safe she opened the door and looked out, only to be startled by a man running across the lawn of the house and didn't seem to notice her at all. She looked towards the way he was coming from and saw one of the dead trying to get on it's feet again. Mary blinked two times before she could process what was going on, and then looked around her in the hallway for something, anything. She grabbed a pointy umbrella and ran out of the house and towards the horrible looking dead man. With a quick swipe of the umbrella against his shins, the dead man fell flat on his face. Before he could get up, Mary slammed on his head with the umbrella, surprised by her own willpower. When it wasn't moving anymore, she looked up to scan the road for the man that ran.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street James skidded to a halt as heard the sound of something solid hitting something less solid. He turned back towards the house he'd fled from, just in time to see a young petite Asian woman in a black leather jacket, jam the painful end of an umbrella into his pursuer's head. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to accept that the woman was indeed alive - and apparently friendly. James hadn't met another human being since the military death squad burst into his home, and slaughtered his family. A mixed feeling of grave mistrust and longing for companionship split his mind in two. As always, when he was internally conflicted, he resorted to his breathing techniques to bring about some clarity. In. And out. In. And out. The clouds of mistrust evaporated from James' mind, and he decided the woman was no threat. She'd of attacked him by now, if she was. And besides, it wasn't like he had anything worth stealing. He started walking back towards the house, casting a glimpse over his shoulder to check to see if any more dead men were about - they weren't, for now. He stopped about ten paces away from the woman, careful to keep his distance. He assumed that women had probably faired quite poorly in this crisis, as there was no telling what the rest of the menfolk had been getting up to without law and order to restrain them. He decided it was best not to spook her by getting too close. "Thanks," James said with a smile. "You didn't need to, but thanks all the same. I'm James Houston, and I lived down the end of the street for most of my life." His stomach rumbled. "I don't suppose you have a can opener do you?" he asked, embarrassed by his stomach's involuntary noise. "I've not eaten in a fair while... oh and if we could get off the street, that'd be great. They're gone for now, but it's only a matter of time before they get bored of looking for me behind Old Man Cowsky's house and return."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary tossed the umbrella to the side when she was sure the dead man would stay dead, but she wished she hadn't when the man that had run past her walked back to her in a steady pace. Her chest went up and down as she watched him. He was taller than she was, but not quite too tall. He looked strong enough to take her tiny frame, but then again, who would expect her to know how to fight? Still she was scared nonetheless. She tried to shrug away the memories that came up about her friend Jane. She wasn't taken by the dead, no, she was taken by a man who hadn't had a piece of ass for a while. Her hand went to her side, holding the strap that held her gun. Though he stopped quite a distance away from her and it made her ease up. She shouldn't think the worst of everyone. He thanked her with a smile, and the action made her cross her arms and relax. "I didn't know what got into me," she said with a shy smile, looking down at the dead man. She stepped away from the man but not any closer the living one that was standing in front of her. Seeing no harm in it, she spoke again. "I'm Mary Park. I eh, worked in the hospital. Lived there, too, went everything went to.. you know, shit." She made an arm movement to the end of the street, where you could see the roof of the tall hospital couple blocks away. She couldn't help but giggle at the sound his stomach made, and held her hand in front of her mouth. "I don't have a can opener. But I saw a house a little more down the street, it looked well kept and when I peeked into the yard, I saw vegetables. Maybe we can check there?" The word "we" sound foreign in her mouth for now. Maybe she should stay with this person, or get away from him. She couldn't really get a read. "I have some candy, though I don't think that would help you now."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s>	<\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would glare. "I'm not a murderous monster, ass hole. But I noticed the look you gave me when you got here, So I don't trust you." Hunter would pump the shotgun. "Though, people hiding are hard to trust as well." Hunter would walk to the cacti as well.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary stayed silent as James talked. She stared at the woman coming out of the house. The man with the gun called her Irene, and Mary was comforted by the fact that she was a woman. She glanced worried between James and the limp National Guard as they bickered. This was going the wrong way. She gently poked her elbow into the ribs of James to make him shut up. The guard obviously didn't appropriate his humor. She got scared of the seemingly trigger-happy limp guard as he waved around his gun as if it was nothing serious. Though her mood lifted as Irene told them they could come in. She smiled widely and let out an excited yelp as she made her way into the guard, her arm getting poked by a part of the hedge. She held the wound on her arm and stepped into the yard, waiting for James to follow. They could now see her whole body, including her gun. But she wasn't trigger happy and hadn't even used it once, so she hoped they wouldn't see harm in it. Mary was just about to thank Irene for her kindness when she too heard the rustle. She looked in the way James was looking, still holding her stinging arm. She walked towards Irene, her eyes still focused on James and mister trigger happy who approached the cacti, not wanting to be in their way.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross These people are going to be like dogs. If I let them in and feed them, they'll come to expect it. The thought was not a welcome one, but Irene let it pass. She'd kick them out after a day, and if they refused to leave, she supposed she would have to figure out a clever way to murder them in their sleep or something. As necessary as it might become, however, she still didn't find it a pleasant thought to kill people who weren't brain-dead bloodthirsty zombies. She crossed her arms and scanned the cacti with her eyes. Whoever was hiding in there, in the event that it was yet another person and not an injured animal that would probably go well with butter and salt, they would likely be cut up pretty nicely upon leaving the depths of the natural fence.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Excuse me!" Jonah made sure that his first two words were loud and clear. He corrected his posture, standing straight up, then took slow steps towards the group. The air was silent for a few seconds, before Jonah knew precisely what to say. Now, he concentrated intensely on speaking. He stared blankly at the group, using all his mind to focus on the task. "My name is Jonah Smith, and I'm not quite sick of the new world yet. I want you to know that I want nothing more than to explore this brave new world, see all that it has to offer, and return to the old world we loved so much. But there are many tings standing in my way, in our way. We have to think of the future, and I can see that it's great. Because, we humans will stay together, support each other, explore our world, and go from being powerless bugs to becoming rulers of the earth! Certainly, that will happen if you want it to! We can win over this terrible world!" Jonah relaxed his view. He caught his breath, looking at everyone, and waited for the response. I won't be able to take them, but they're armed and uncomfortable. If this goes poorly, I think I'll be able to kill them with minimal damage to myself.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked two times as she looked towards James, mister trigger happy and the new guy. What a day. She glanced up to Irene, now standing besides her, and noticed she was not quite happy about this. When the new guy spoke Mary raised an eyebrow and dropped her hands to her hips. "He's insane.." she mumbled, as he went on about support and exploring. She didn't know if he was serious or not, but he made her feel uncomfortable about being here. Maybe she and James shouldn't have come. She didn't feel safe. She felt nervous about James and trigger happy standing so close to the new man. Her hand went to her gun again, a habit she could not shake even though she wouldn't just shoot without thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene glanced at the others to gauge their reactions to this guy, to figure out if they too were unsure if he was pulling their chain. He certainly sounded serious, and pretty genuinely insane. Out of instinct, she checked to make sure her knife was on her and relaxed only slightly when she found out it was. She fixed the most recent newcomer with narrowed eyes and a stony expression. The people around her had guns. She was fairly sure they could kick his scrawny ass if he tried anything, so she put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice, which she expected to lose by tomorrow at this rate. "You want to explore the world? Then get going!" she barked. "No one's stopping you. Go on! Bye! Have fun!"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah understands that his seemingly foolproof speech didn't say what he meant in the way he wanted to. Not thinking much about what he says, he tries again to explain what he wants to do. "I won't leave alone, basically unarmed, unready, and with nowhere to go back. Aren't we all hungry, thirsty, tired, and afraid? Don't we live in a world where we can lose everything in a flash? Don't you want to make it better? Please, we need each other! You won't survive on your own... even if you'd want to. Because a life on your own, is a life without friends, love, or goals. That shouldn't even count as a life. If you have hope, want to survive, or fear loneliness, you don't live on your own. Am I a maniac? What's the madness in hope, that everyone else has given up completely?" Jonah made it clear that he feared a hopeless world. He silently smiled at the group, hoping that they'd understand him better. "Do you have hope? If not, what do you live for?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter fearing that they would leave he turns the safety off on the shotgun and walks outside, the primary handle in one hand and keeping his other hand open. "Once you have what you need it's best to move on. No need for things to get worse then they are."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked away the small amount of tears settling on her lower lashes. Which was weird, because she hadn't really cried since this it all began. Now, things were going terribly wrong and she didn't understand why. Did they not want company? Or help? She glanced from James to Irene and the soldier, now heading inside together. It made her weary, and she stepped back towards the hedge she and James came from. Her eyes were darting around to see what would happen. I seemed weird, but she had already imagined images of them all together. Her and Irene cooking, James and the soldier playing cards. But it seemed silly now. They wanted them gone. She didn't know if she should offer her help in in exchange for a place to stay. But she couldn't just leave James on the street. Even though she didn't know him, it didn't feel right. When the soldier and Irene came back out again, she looked at them, seeing they really meant it. She shivered, it was getting cold.</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Speaking for myself, I don't need something. I need someone, and someplace, like this. Because this is well-fortified, and because you know very different things than I do. I don't think you know that I'm called Jonas. And now you do. I'm sure that you know many things I don't, that we'll need to survive. Key focus on we; I doubt anyone can survive on their own long-term." Jonah improvised, making him sound uncertain. But he smiled again, hoping that they would be willing to form a group. Jonah doubted he could survive much longer, as his lack of information about survival really started biting him. Jonah could get nearly anything but food, which he really hoped someone here grew. "Irene, is that your name? May I come in? I am weaker than you!" Perhaps a more humorous tone would calm them down?</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah didn't hesitate to get inside. He did it as stealthily as he could, and decided to explore Irene's house. He saw the kitchen, the farm and the many traps, but didn't see much in the way of luxuries inside. "You have something incredibly valuable, and a fantastic foundation for a base. Thank you for letting us in. I will make sure that you won't regret this." Jonah sat down in the couch, catching a breath after feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He concentrated on planning for the future, hoping to turn the old house into a safe haven for himself and the others, at the very least. It didn't take long before he started daydreaming...</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would no to Irene, understanding what she was saying. Hunter wold set down the gun and draw his combat knife. He would do a sharp whistle getting the creatures attention, its head did a sharp turn and charged Hunter. When it got close Hunter wold kick out its knee and slice the side of its head with the knife. When it kept moving he would stab it in the back of the skull with the knife. he would draw the knife out and grab the gun and walk inside.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene watched with utter disgust as Hunter walked inside after the completely unnecessary show that he'd put on. Angry as she was, though, she decided that she should choose her battles, and after waiting for the others to come in she shut and bolted the door. "I'll boil some water," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You all sit and chat or something. But not too loudly. I want to keep my windows for as long as I can."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah sits down, thinking intensely about what he should do for the future. He enters a works of thought, and quickly understands that recovery will be a long and challenging path. "What would we need in order to create a better source of food? More soil and more water. That means that we'll have to tavern to the nearest park, or outside the city limits. More water would need more rainwater colletirs, and in the long term, finding a stream of some sort..." Jonah hours that letting everyone know of his plans would make them more likely to support him. Because the next thing he'd try to get would be something to eat and drink... "I'm weak from malnutrition and dehydration. I know of a hardware store where we could get useful tools and weapons, and there's a back entrance that might be unlocked. But if I'm hungry, I won't be able to fight my way in. Can I have something to eat first?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter guessed he was too quiet on the porch, he looked to his side to see Jonah. He would speak quietly. "Hey, stay calm, stay quiet, they'll leave. Just...don't panic." Hunter would go back to staring into the darkness. "Maybe 4 of them. Not too bad, but should stay quiet at that."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah jumped onto the porch. He smiled after returning to the safety of the group, bringing with him a few boxes of nails. There were at least a few hundred nails, and he spread the boxes across the floor. "That supply run went fantastic. I nailed it!"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I hella don't think it's a wise plan," said Irene. "But they can all do what they want. If that crazy Jonah dude gets himself ripped to shreds and turned into a midnight snack, that's his issue, not mine," she informed Mary, thinking that the girl had asked her. "How's the tea?" She jumped at the sound of a knock on the door and slowly opened the door for...oh, he was alive. And he had nails, which would absolutely come in handy! She may have thought the man was insane, but she had to give it to him- going to the hardware, stealing such valuable tools and coming back so quickly? She was impressed. Keeping her voice critical, she said, "You'll want some rest after that adventure."</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I don't want rest. I want food, now! And I think I deserve some, although I wouldn't trust myself doing the cooking right now..." Jonah slowly walked to the couch, and closed his eyes when he reached it. "I need rest, but want food. I think that's what I tried to say..." Jonah continued, before closing his eyes again.</s>
<\|description\|>Darko Despair Titles: God of Death and Fear, Torturer of Souls, Lord of Nightmares, Master of Misery True name: Ner'zhul Inspiration: an old Character sheet of mine from Scion Hero/Demigod/God, plus warcraft 3, the undead army, plus the lich king before arthus Appearance: Appears in black robes that flows with tortured souls like a oil spilling in the ocean(statues of him are made of onyx and they are often showing him with three screaming souls swirling about him, his robe looking like its in a breeze and one of his clawed hands holding a limp body, art of him shows him sitting on his throne with a bunch of souls beneath his thrown screaming, and his undead followers in the background) to mortals to the gods Symbols: Mark of Death and Fear, a skull, it will appear in the most bizarre places, and usually where that symbol is seen someone will die or has died, it can appear in water, in the ashes of a burned down house, or even in the sky above a village, this symbol is even burned into the skin on the chest of each of his cultists, sometimes seen marking the way to the secret entrance to enter his realm but the road there is infested with his servants Portfolio: Death domain Alignment: Chaotic Evil Servitars: Undead Weapon: Claws (armored gauntlets that cover his arms and shoulders, each of them clawed and razor sharp) A Scythe, mainly used to put the undead in their place, but to the living, it is the very weapon they fear to see, for if that weapon shows up it always means that death is there to claim His prize, the magic behind this weapon can rip open the very fabric of the world and open up the gates to the underworld (shown in image above on its look) and also carries a book of dark evil magic, written in a forbidden language for the Gods of Light, but for the Gods of darkness, its common tongue, but the language hasn't been seen since the end of the War, and even then, uttering the forbidden tongue was still devastating (the book is spiked and filled with pure evil, written in the blood of the fallen god, Jerüld, the original leader of the gods before he was murdered) for the chosen few weapons that represent fear or death(ex. a scythe, execution ax, hook chains etc) Familiar: Night Mares A Dark Spirit tasked with the job of Delivering Bad Dreams, The Night Mares are truly His Greatest Creation, Capable of Traveling the world in minutes and deliver a bad dream to the wicked, they are his messengers to the mortal world, giving visions of his world and sometimes, if the dreamer is fortunate enough, they will see his plans for the mortals. only if they are lucky. The Nightmares are also his gift to the cults Oracle, for hearing him and understanding his orders Followers: undead followers (listed below) Wraith Brutal and relentless horrid spirits that love nothing more than to terrify and cause panic in the mortal world, the Wraiths bodies make for perfect disguises in a haunt, they can look like a curtain or like a table cloth, they blend with the dark in a distance, but when you see the glow of their hell fire eyes like eyes and their horrible, nails on a chalkboard laugh, run for they don't stop till they are satisfied with their work Ghouls mainly traveled in packs, Ghouls, swarm villages with their numbers, capable of walking like a zombie to running like a human in a matter of seconds, tireless and always hungry, they can devour a whole village within a matter of minutes. Packs consist of 180 to 240 Ghouls. Ghouls Being Fed Banshees Banshees, used their horrible looks and blood curdling screams to terrify and kill their victims in a way worse than you can imagine, their screams shatter window and disorient at distance, but in small rooms, they can Kill, without hesitation. Mortal Followers (listed Below) Cultists They join because they want to, The Cultists, join into his Dark Cults out of fear and wish to be free of it, so, by capturing mortal sacrifices, they worship their Dark God and send him their gifts, The First Cult sacrificed a woman on a alter and caused to much of a hassle to clean up, so they begged him for better means of sacrifice. Hearing their Begging, he decided to grant them that purpose and opened a pit, in the pit was a 10 ghouls, enough to cause screams of Agony and Fear, so, from that point, for the last 500 years, they sacrificed to their God by tossing victims into the pit. Oracle Given the Blessing of the God of Fear and Death, The Oracle is a ruthless relentless woman that wishes nothing more than to carry out her Dark Lords words and wishes, capable of seeing his plans and hearing his words, she is a extremely important asset to the cults of this God, without her the cults would be lost and scattered like cockroaches in the light, Her word is final when it comes to the cults, the only one higher than her, is The Dark Lord himself. Bio: Created out of the screams of agony and fear, he is truly a menace to avoid, capable of bringing out the most feared thing anyone is scared of and control over the afterlife. Before the war he was judged and shunned by his fellow gods, eventually he snapped and joined into a group of Dark Gods known as the Evil Ones, and as he showed that he was without mercy or regret. With his control over the Throne of Damnation, and access to Dark Metal of the Undead, He was a perfect addition to the Council, he used his mastery over fear to scare mortals to death and upon their death created his Undead army of Wraiths, Ghouls and Banshees, and using their unique traits to spread Darkness through out the mortal world. When he was banished to the underworld he thought it best to drag their champions along with him, to punish the gods, now corrupt and tainted, each of the gods old champions, they became the lieutenants of his undead army each with a New name and gifted with a power of the underworld. Lieutenants(shown below) Malantius, , The Death Shroud, once a champion of the Gods of light, now after the great war between the god and he was dragged to the underworld by Darko, he went through great deal of torture till he realized that his God wasnt going to rescue him, so he cursed his old god and submitted to the will of darkness, control over Wraiths and Other spirits of Vengeance in the underworld Netholia, , The Scream Rose, also a champion of the Gods of light, but after she was tortured by the Dark Lord, she was easy to take over, she was bathed in the the sorrows of the souls of suicide and grievance, thus becoming the General of of the Banshees and other weeping spirits in the underworld, her word is law to them, less they feel her wrath, she is known for her victims to be touched by a flower only found in the underworld, marking them for a banshee to scream into their ears Bancrul,, The BoneLord, command over the ghouls and skeletons, this one was difficult to submit, but it took a little convincing and finally he got the fallen champion to curse the gods of light, now he is a scourge on the battle field, wielding a hammer and bearing a heavy suit of armor, he charges into a fight, skull first without hesitation Creatures of the underworld and their Jobs Arachnia-Sula, The GateKeeper Zulious, The Bounty Hunter and Collector Maxius, The Beast Master Drog and Balk The Devour The Dead Council Darkos advisors for both him and his champion Frosh, the Head of the Dead Council Linona, the Blind Seer of the Dead Council Defron, the Voice of Vengeance of the Dead Council Drena, the Voice of Reason of the Dead Council Tower to the dead Council deep within the lands of the plagued forest and in the underworld other- The Throne of Damnation Before the war with his first champion Damnation Dark Citadel The Reapers Teeth The Plague Forest The Dead Door Realm of Fear His Army During and After the War his original champion, before he was slain by the hands of the champion of the God of Champions The Armor of the Champion of Death and Fear Powers: Power over the very things that makes you scared of the dark, control over the Undead and other parts of his domain, The dead being his greatest purpose His Home: his rivers flowing with the souls of the mortals that thrived off murder, the sky weeping with the tears of the soul of the suicide, the land filled with the souls working hard labor digging and mining out the ore of his world, a metal he called Deahruelm,, the metal used by his army for armor and weapons, light but strong and allow mobility, given to the other gods of Evil as a gift from him as a ally. His land filled with the screams of the dead suffering for their sins through out their lives, tortured living that ventured into his realm turning them to pure evil minions of his army Other Weapons The Sword of Souls The Ax of Damnation</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair "My Dear Chakan. You know me when it comes to My deals." He smiled a dark but clever smile. "Yes your immortality will end. Your life a new." He looked down at the threatening immortal. And raised a boney finger and removed her weapons. "To look like a champion of death one must wear the armor and carry the blades." He threw open his dark cloak and like a wave a fear and death surrounded her like a devouring wave in the open sea, there was a torturous burning feeling and when it stopped she was standing in front of the reflect pool and there she was wearing the armor of the Dark Lord and at her sides the blades of the underworld. Made from the same metal found in the underworld. "Time for the test three. Agility, strength and above all. Cunning. My generals will see to your trials. Note that armor and those weapons will increase the three. First I think we will test your strength." He clapped his hands and a hammer slammed into the room followed by a boney skeleton like brute. Chakan might have heard of him Darkos third in command. The Bonelord. The Bonelord looked at Chakan who now wore the Armor of the Dark lord and smiled a toothy boney smile. "This will be over soon." The bonelord lifted his hammer and slammed it down. It was made of the bones of the Warriors he has slain and climes a single bone from each one and dipped it in the Undead metal. His eye red as fire and armor black as night. The dark lord watching as the bone lord squared off with his champion.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s>	<\|message\|>Darko Despair laughed and clapped as Bancrul sat up with his skull in hand and placed back on his head. "I will follow and serve my Lords Champion. My Hammer and my warriors are yours to command." Smashed his large armored fist into his chest. And Darko looked at Chakan. "Slaying my generals is not necessary, entertaining, but not necessary. Next Challange is Cunning. I trust you two know each other very well." There was a smell of a dying rose in the air and floating in from the ceiling was the infamous Scream Rose. She smiled in her torn outfit with a rapier in one hand and a purple rose in the other. Her skin pale as the moon and hair as lovely as the rose in her hand. Her nails were dark purple and sharp and she knew what was about to take place. "I hope your ready for this. My old friend." The Scream rose was cunning when it comes to her abilities. And she knew that she was to be outsmarted by the Immortal champion.</s>
<\|description\|>Darko Despair Titles: God of Death and Fear, Torturer of Souls, Lord of Nightmares, Master of Misery True name: Ner'zhul Inspiration: an old Character sheet of mine from Scion Hero/Demigod/God, plus warcraft 3, the undead army, plus the lich king before arthus Appearance: Appears in black robes that flows with tortured souls like a oil spilling in the ocean(statues of him are made of onyx and they are often showing him with three screaming souls swirling about him, his robe looking like its in a breeze and one of his clawed hands holding a limp body, art of him shows him sitting on his throne with a bunch of souls beneath his thrown screaming, and his undead followers in the background) to mortals to the gods Symbols: Mark of Death and Fear, a skull, it will appear in the most bizarre places, and usually where that symbol is seen someone will die or has died, it can appear in water, in the ashes of a burned down house, or even in the sky above a village, this symbol is even burned into the skin on the chest of each of his cultists, sometimes seen marking the way to the secret entrance to enter his realm but the road there is infested with his servants Portfolio: Death domain Alignment: Chaotic Evil Servitars: Undead Weapon: Claws (armored gauntlets that cover his arms and shoulders, each of them clawed and razor sharp) A Scythe, mainly used to put the undead in their place, but to the living, it is the very weapon they fear to see, for if that weapon shows up it always means that death is there to claim His prize, the magic behind this weapon can rip open the very fabric of the world and open up the gates to the underworld (shown in image above on its look) and also carries a book of dark evil magic, written in a forbidden language for the Gods of Light, but for the Gods of darkness, its common tongue, but the language hasn't been seen since the end of the War, and even then, uttering the forbidden tongue was still devastating (the book is spiked and filled with pure evil, written in the blood of the fallen god, Jerüld, the original leader of the gods before he was murdered) for the chosen few weapons that represent fear or death(ex. a scythe, execution ax, hook chains etc) Familiar: Night Mares A Dark Spirit tasked with the job of Delivering Bad Dreams, The Night Mares are truly His Greatest Creation, Capable of Traveling the world in minutes and deliver a bad dream to the wicked, they are his messengers to the mortal world, giving visions of his world and sometimes, if the dreamer is fortunate enough, they will see his plans for the mortals. only if they are lucky. The Nightmares are also his gift to the cults Oracle, for hearing him and understanding his orders Followers: undead followers (listed below) Wraith Brutal and relentless horrid spirits that love nothing more than to terrify and cause panic in the mortal world, the Wraiths bodies make for perfect disguises in a haunt, they can look like a curtain or like a table cloth, they blend with the dark in a distance, but when you see the glow of their hell fire eyes like eyes and their horrible, nails on a chalkboard laugh, run for they don't stop till they are satisfied with their work Ghouls mainly traveled in packs, Ghouls, swarm villages with their numbers, capable of walking like a zombie to running like a human in a matter of seconds, tireless and always hungry, they can devour a whole village within a matter of minutes. Packs consist of 180 to 240 Ghouls. Ghouls Being Fed Banshees Banshees, used their horrible looks and blood curdling screams to terrify and kill their victims in a way worse than you can imagine, their screams shatter window and disorient at distance, but in small rooms, they can Kill, without hesitation. Mortal Followers (listed Below) Cultists They join because they want to, The Cultists, join into his Dark Cults out of fear and wish to be free of it, so, by capturing mortal sacrifices, they worship their Dark God and send him their gifts, The First Cult sacrificed a woman on a alter and caused to much of a hassle to clean up, so they begged him for better means of sacrifice. Hearing their Begging, he decided to grant them that purpose and opened a pit, in the pit was a 10 ghouls, enough to cause screams of Agony and Fear, so, from that point, for the last 500 years, they sacrificed to their God by tossing victims into the pit. Oracle Given the Blessing of the God of Fear and Death, The Oracle is a ruthless relentless woman that wishes nothing more than to carry out her Dark Lords words and wishes, capable of seeing his plans and hearing his words, she is a extremely important asset to the cults of this God, without her the cults would be lost and scattered like cockroaches in the light, Her word is final when it comes to the cults, the only one higher than her, is The Dark Lord himself. Bio: Created out of the screams of agony and fear, he is truly a menace to avoid, capable of bringing out the most feared thing anyone is scared of and control over the afterlife. Before the war he was judged and shunned by his fellow gods, eventually he snapped and joined into a group of Dark Gods known as the Evil Ones, and as he showed that he was without mercy or regret. With his control over the Throne of Damnation, and access to Dark Metal of the Undead, He was a perfect addition to the Council, he used his mastery over fear to scare mortals to death and upon their death created his Undead army of Wraiths, Ghouls and Banshees, and using their unique traits to spread Darkness through out the mortal world. When he was banished to the underworld he thought it best to drag their champions along with him, to punish the gods, now corrupt and tainted, each of the gods old champions, they became the lieutenants of his undead army each with a New name and gifted with a power of the underworld. Lieutenants(shown below) Malantius, , The Death Shroud, once a champion of the Gods of light, now after the great war between the god and he was dragged to the underworld by Darko, he went through great deal of torture till he realized that his God wasnt going to rescue him, so he cursed his old god and submitted to the will of darkness, control over Wraiths and Other spirits of Vengeance in the underworld Netholia, , The Scream Rose, also a champion of the Gods of light, but after she was tortured by the Dark Lord, she was easy to take over, she was bathed in the the sorrows of the souls of suicide and grievance, thus becoming the General of of the Banshees and other weeping spirits in the underworld, her word is law to them, less they feel her wrath, she is known for her victims to be touched by a flower only found in the underworld, marking them for a banshee to scream into their ears Bancrul,, The BoneLord, command over the ghouls and skeletons, this one was difficult to submit, but it took a little convincing and finally he got the fallen champion to curse the gods of light, now he is a scourge on the battle field, wielding a hammer and bearing a heavy suit of armor, he charges into a fight, skull first without hesitation Creatures of the underworld and their Jobs Arachnia-Sula, The GateKeeper Zulious, The Bounty Hunter and Collector Maxius, The Beast Master Drog and Balk The Devour The Dead Council Darkos advisors for both him and his champion Frosh, the Head of the Dead Council Linona, the Blind Seer of the Dead Council Defron, the Voice of Vengeance of the Dead Council Drena, the Voice of Reason of the Dead Council Tower to the dead Council deep within the lands of the plagued forest and in the underworld other- The Throne of Damnation Before the war with his first champion Damnation Dark Citadel The Reapers Teeth The Plague Forest The Dead Door Realm of Fear His Army During and After the War his original champion, before he was slain by the hands of the champion of the God of Champions The Armor of the Champion of Death and Fear Powers: Power over the very things that makes you scared of the dark, control over the Undead and other parts of his domain, The dead being his greatest purpose His Home: his rivers flowing with the souls of the mortals that thrived off murder, the sky weeping with the tears of the soul of the suicide, the land filled with the souls working hard labor digging and mining out the ore of his world, a metal he called Deahruelm,, the metal used by his army for armor and weapons, light but strong and allow mobility, given to the other gods of Evil as a gift from him as a ally. His land filled with the screams of the dead suffering for their sins through out their lives, tortured living that ventured into his realm turning them to pure evil minions of his army Other Weapons The Sword of Souls The Ax of Damnation</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s>	<\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s>
<\|description\|>X (pronounced "ecks") Titles: The Voice of the Silent, The Lord of Whispers, Veiled One. True name: Truly a secret worthy of the God of Secrets: Apocrypha Inspiration: Appearance: Appearing to both Mortals and Gods in the same form, X does not differ his appearance to either party. A flowing robe conceals his physical manifestation, dissolving the God to little more than a pair of long slender hands emerging from the sleeves and a partial face beyond the veil of eternal mystery. There is no face beyond the lower half of his visage, and in truth nothing beneath the robes. Symbols: A circle with an X, representing something not only disallowed once, but twice over as something truly forbidden. It is also a reference to his namesake. Portfolio: Secrets Domain; Subdomains of Arcana, Mystery, and Truth. X governs information and the flow of information. That which is known can be struck from memory, that which is not known can be revealed. Even Omniscience of the gods cannot undo what X has done once a secret is made. X harbors these secrets in his forbidden books and controls the darkest secrets of the world. He was once a god of knowledge, specifically dangerous knowledge and his domain entices others who seek it. For there is power in secrets, and what secrets does the God of Secrets harbor from the Gods themselves? Alignment: Lawful Neutral Servitors: Inherently Blind, Deaf and Mute, these phantasmal creatures are chained to their respective lecterns. They merely keep the structure afloat and mobile as they record in their book that which was seen, heard or spoken by stealing the sensation of others which can see, hear or speak for their own. Their books are often treasured as analects of secrets or volumes of recorded history, some may even transcend the ordinary and become a Forbidden Book. Weapon: The Forbidden Books of Knowledge: Secrets are power. Scattered throughout the world in the aftermath of the God Wars, these artifacts of X may fall into the hands of mortals often not by chance alone. The mystical books harbor many topics from the hidden arts of summoning creatures which should not be, to the method of attaining godhood. Nevertheless, all secrets come at a price, and to glean information from one of the sealed books one must break the seal placed upon it by X. To do so would be to offer a great revelation, an important secret that no one else knows, and with this exchange of information does book unlock itself and reveal a sliver of knowledge before sealing itself once more to hear another secret. In such a way, one secret is revealed and traded for another. While the books themselves have secret names, mortals who know of their existence give them common names. The Compendium Explanaris for example is a traveller's guide to the far realms at the edge of known creation. The Diabolic Folio lists out methods to conjure terrible evil avatars from the underworld, while The Volume of Exalted Paragons is summons forth avatars of good from the Heavens. The Blackest Grimoire is filled with the practice of necromancy and beyond with the secret to create new life. The Fata Matera is a book of fate, detailing methods of how to change fate and defy the gods. Lesser books are unnamed and contain secrets of sorcery, magic and arcana, while others are caches of secrets kept throughout history which can be brought to light to change it. Finally the greatest of all: The Ledger of Apotheosis where all secrets are kept, and the true names and whispered banes of the immortals themselves are rumored to be. The Ledger of Apotheosis is said to be the Book which appears with X as he manifests in physical form. Familiar: White and Black Pepper Moths. The White Moths reveal secrets, while the Black Moths create secrets. Followers: They who seek to learn the secret fates of others. They who seek to learn the secrets of the arcane arts, esoteric and more. The Order of the White Moth seeks to collect and protect secrets. The Order of the Black Moth seeks to collect and use secrets. Bio: Long ago, before the great schism of the gods, X was a God of Knowledge, benevolent and kind. There was no need for secrecy, silence was never needed for an answer. X knew all, well beyond the stretch of the other gods, X saw deep into the world and of its inner workings. For a time, the mortals knew X for the gifts he brought alongside his brethren. The knowledge of how to tame fire, magic and medicine to name a few things X had deemed appropriate for the Mortals and approved by the other gods as he argued reasons why they should have such knowledge. Fire to provide them warmth and allow them to send burnt offerings to their gods, Magic to shape their world without the need of divine intervention, and Medicine such that they may extend their lives to worship their gods. All these things X believed were well and good, and for centuries it was. Then was made the first secret of existence. That which X did not know came into the minds and thoughts of the Evil gods. This was the first fall of power he had experienced, and from it, they had used his lack of knowledge against him. They had planned this for decades beyond time, with humans they rebelled against the Creator using the very knowledge X had so innocently given away years before. And so it began, a war known now as the Clash of Gods. When it was over, X was no longer the God of Knowledge, but rather now corrupted by the birth of Secrets. The Creator had asked of X one task for his failings. Though he was found innocent of conspiring with the Evil Gods, he was sentenced to dwell in the heavens, never again to intercede and bring the gift of Knowledge to the world. But not before striking out the name of Fallen one from all of history, time and memory. This was his first act, as the God of Secrets. Now in the ethereal realms of his hidden sanctum does he listens to the world. Recording that which is unseen by the public eye. Lovers moonlight trysts, assassination plots and more. Watching vigilant against those who would abuse knowledge as the evil ones did.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair laughed and clapped as Bancrul sat up with his skull in hand and placed back on his head. "I will follow and serve my Lords Champion. My Hammer and my warriors are yours to command." Smashed his large armored fist into his chest. And Darko looked at Chakan. "Slaying my generals is not necessary, entertaining, but not necessary. Next Challange is Cunning. I trust you two know each other very well." There was a smell of a dying rose in the air and floating in from the ceiling was the infamous Scream Rose. She smiled in her torn outfit with a rapier in one hand and a purple rose in the other. Her skin pale as the moon and hair as lovely as the rose in her hand. Her nails were dark purple and sharp and she knew what was about to take place. "I hope your ready for this. My old friend." The Scream rose was cunning when it comes to her abilities. And she knew that she was to be outsmarted by the Immortal champion.</s> <\|message\|>Calcifer As much as Hal didn't like it, Darko was right; If this unknown enemy is to be confronted then there would need to be some amount of working together on both dark and light sides of the gods. Hal lingered not much longer after Darko before heading back down the mountain. Hal trusted his griffin would be able to reach his guards in time, and deliver the warning of this coming enemy. The griffin flew high and fast over the vast forested valley between the meeting place and its destination. Hal was wrong, though, in his thought that the enemy had not yet reached the gate, and upon arrival the griffin found no one there. Using its powerful wings it gently landed on the open area before the signal of anima portas and looked around. The griffin knew immediately that something was not right and began to take off and alert Hal, his master, when a man charged out of the woods after it yelling in Dark Speak. "finally, ul meukukengas arriveuk!" The man left a trail of burning embers as he ran, and leapt onto the griffin that was now ten feet in the air. This took the griffin by surprise and it began flapping and tumbling wildly back to the ground. "perhapuk Hal saib ukee alnej now, um uko katu ku ij sma meukukage." The man left scorch marks on the animal where he touched it causing it to crow in pain. The man pulled out a large dagger and stabbed it into the joint where the wing of the griffin attached to its body. "oh righav!" The man exclaimed looking straight into the griffins eyes. "lat can'av julderukavand alnej like kigiji." The man began to speak normally as the griffin writhed on the ground beneath him. "Your guardians are dead, and your griffin won't last long like this. Also I have broken the seal, and intend to release and command the Forsaken Army." Removing his dagger from the beast he then stabbed it into the the other wing joint. "I am the coming darkness and I will make my name known!" Calcifer jumped off the griffin and drew his sword. The blade was slender, though not enough to be a rapiar, and let off a faint glow of pale blue. As the sword came near to the ground it let out small bursts of black lightning. "I am Calcifer!" He yelled as he dashed at the downed and helpless griffin. Using his sword as a lance he plunged it in just above the coller bone to the hilt. The griffin let out a half crow, stared into the sky and then fell limp almost pulling the sword out as it fell to the ground. Calcifer let out a yell that was half man and half demonic roar as he stood over the dead griffin, and sighed. Calcifer was standing there taking deep breaths staring at the dead griffin as he began to slowly turn back to his human form. Putting his sword back into its sheath he then stared toward the tomb where the Forsaken Army was sealed. "I hope you can get here fast, because there is nothing that can stop me when I come back out of here. Not even Darko can undo the curse upon these warriors." Calcifer walked past the field of fallen centaurs, some missing limbs and others smoldering and on fire, but all the wounds were seared from the blade Calcifer used. Taking no interest in these fallen foes Calcifer came to a great stone door way, placed his hand on it and spoke again in Dark Speak. "afar ul powas kigija jiak have agh ul Burzum jiak poukukeukuk, kilgjis dooruk liwo hap!" from his hand the great door began to crack and crumble, then with a shove the entire door fell to pieces. "I… Have returned."</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s>	<\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko looked at Hal. It was true that the Father of the Gods would not meddle with the affairs of his children. He could only sigh and nod. "This is true. And even though we haven't gotten along since the clash. I see no reason why we can't work together again. If what you speak of is true. The Forsaken Army is once again about to be freed and a war is to start again from an unknown enemy. The Forsaken followed one command though and for the Death of me I can't even remember anything about him." There was a faint smell of a dying rose in the air and Darko turned his attention to the shadows where The Scream Rose stepped in. "My lord Darko, your champion has reached the underworld. Shall I tell her you will be back soon." Darko nodded and turned back to Hal and sighed "only one would know why we can't remember and unfortunately he plays games and makes riddles of the problem. We'll brother I must go." He summoned his nightmares and touched all but 1. Each given a order. "Hal. Brother. We must gather our full strength. I suggest a champion for yourself. This threat is big. And we shall need to deal with it. Together. No more enemies among gods. The sacred mountain has always been a peaceful place I'm pretty sure we can come here again." With that darko mounted the last dark horse and road off to the underworld, to his citadel.@Master Crim Now back in the underworld The torches that were held high in the Dark castle of the underworld lit with a evil flame. Darko walked into the dark citadel and noticed the Werewolf with his goddess and looked around and pondered. Darko walked up the bone like steps of his throne and sat on his throne. And waited for his champion.@Wraithblade6</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla So Hal and Darko had both left without noticing her. That had of course been Sekaulla's intention all along. But she had heard everything. She had seen the dead guards and heard the foreboding words. High in the skies above, she schemed. The sounds of footsteps reached the werewolf's newly remade ears. Closer and closer they approached, until the faint glow of undead eyes exacted their location. Chakan glared at Dyleon with malice. "What is this? Another one of Darko's hellbeasts for me to slay?" She looked like a kid who was just asked to clean her room, as if Dyleon was just another boring task for her to do. "So be it. Die quickly monster." She brought up her swords and gave Dyleon the chance to make the first mistake.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko looked up at immortal and slammed his scythe down and with a surge of power brought her before his throne steps and on one knee. That scythe was not a mere weapon it was darkos source of control to the dead and more in the underworld. "Enough" darko lifted the weapon off the ground and stood up from his throne. "A task my immortal servant, a deal made whole." He raised his hand and lifted her off her knee and he smile through his cowl. "My, my, you have been collecting a lot of dust over the centuries my immortal." He waved his hand and it seemed the flesh from her bones grew back her old strength returned. "I have a final task for you a threat Grows in the mortal world and you are to lead my armies against it."</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Before Chakan could engage the bloody werecreature, the image of a scythe dropped hard out of nowhere and the familiar divine magic of her god, Darko, transported her to some other, far deeper, royal realm of Hades. She found herself down on a knee and her lord enthroned before her. Chakan gasped in shock. "Darko!" Darko lifted her, and healed her wounds, restoring her strength. It was an unexpected gift, and the hardened female warrior could only stand confused and silent. She lifted her hands and looked down at them in amazement... and fear. Her lively beauty appeared to be restored! How cruel it would be for Darko to suddenly snatch it away from her... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to be impervious to his torture, but when she opened them again, her body had not changed. The god of Death was... sincere?? She looked at Darko next, an innocent expression that almost made her beautiful. Then, her face returned to her usual flat frown, and she stood, but she had been definitely shocked into listening. Something extremely serious had happened. If Darko was asking this of her, then the situation was indeed dire. Chakan puzzled over what in the 9 hells and all the realms of existence could have precipitated him to do this. "You command me to lead your armies, to destroy this threat in the material realm?" She blinked as she considered the weight of what was going down. "And in exchange, you would be willing to end my immortality?" A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what the hell was going on. Darko reassured her. "I have your word?! My death will be paid for?" She knew the god was bound to keep his promises. She almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. Her pride fought with her feelings of gratitude. "Then yes, Darko. Yes! I will do as you ask, but do not deceive me!" She threatened. Although an uncontested warrior, Chakan was insolent. Even so, she was fully controllable due to her own relentless desire. "I will lead our armies and end whatever is this threat you speak of, for you know how great is my one desire. Let this be our trade, our deal made whole."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair "My Dear Chakan. You know me when it comes to My deals." He smiled a dark but clever smile. "Yes your immortality will end. Your life a new." He looked down at the threatening immortal. And raised a boney finger and removed her weapons. "To look like a champion of death one must wear the armor and carry the blades." He threw open his dark cloak and like a wave a fear and death surrounded her like a devouring wave in the open sea, there was a torturous burning feeling and when it stopped she was standing in front of the reflect pool and there she was wearing the armor of the Dark Lord and at her sides the blades of the underworld. Made from the same metal found in the underworld. "Time for the test three. Agility, strength and above all. Cunning. My generals will see to your trials. Note that armor and those weapons will increase the three. First I think we will test your strength." He clapped his hands and a hammer slammed into the room followed by a boney skeleton like brute. Chakan might have heard of him Darkos third in command. The Bonelord. The Bonelord looked at Chakan who now wore the Armor of the Dark lord and smiled a toothy boney smile. "This will be over soon." The bonelord lifted his hammer and slammed it down. It was made of the bones of the Warriors he has slain and climes a single bone from each one and dipped it in the Undead metal. His eye red as fire and armor black as night. The dark lord watching as the bone lord squared off with his champion.</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Calcifer As much as Hal didn't like it, Darko was right; If this unknown enemy is to be confronted then there would need to be some amount of working together on both dark and light sides of the gods. Hal lingered not much longer after Darko before heading back down the mountain. Hal trusted his griffin would be able to reach his guards in time, and deliver the warning of this coming enemy. The griffin flew high and fast over the vast forested valley between the meeting place and its destination. Hal was wrong, though, in his thought that the enemy had not yet reached the gate, and upon arrival the griffin found no one there. Using its powerful wings it gently landed on the open area before the signal of anima portas and looked around. The griffin knew immediately that something was not right and began to take off and alert Hal, his master, when a man charged out of the woods after it yelling in Dark Speak. "finally, ul meukukengas arriveuk!" The man left a trail of burning embers as he ran, and leapt onto the griffin that was now ten feet in the air. This took the griffin by surprise and it began flapping and tumbling wildly back to the ground. "perhapuk Hal saib ukee alnej now, um uko katu ku ij sma meukukage." The man left scorch marks on the animal where he touched it causing it to crow in pain. The man pulled out a large dagger and stabbed it into the joint where the wing of the griffin attached to its body. "oh righav!" The man exclaimed looking straight into the griffins eyes. "lat can'av julderukavand alnej like kigiji." The man began to speak normally as the griffin writhed on the ground beneath him. "Your guardians are dead, and your griffin won't last long like this. Also I have broken the seal, and intend to release and command the Forsaken Army." Removing his dagger from the beast he then stabbed it into the the other wing joint. "I am the coming darkness and I will make my name known!" Calcifer jumped off the griffin and drew his sword. The blade was slender, though not enough to be a rapiar, and let off a faint glow of pale blue. As the sword came near to the ground it let out small bursts of black lightning. "I am Calcifer!" He yelled as he dashed at the downed and helpless griffin. Using his sword as a lance he plunged it in just above the coller bone to the hilt. The griffin let out a half crow, stared into the sky and then fell limp almost pulling the sword out as it fell to the ground. Calcifer let out a yell that was half man and half demonic roar as he stood over the dead griffin, and sighed. Calcifer was standing there taking deep breaths staring at the dead griffin as he began to slowly turn back to his human form. Putting his sword back into its sheath he then stared toward the tomb where the Forsaken Army was sealed. "I hope you can get here fast, because there is nothing that can stop me when I come back out of here. Not even Darko can undo the curse upon these warriors." Calcifer walked past the field of fallen centaurs, some missing limbs and others smoldering and on fire, but all the wounds were seared from the blade Calcifer used. Taking no interest in these fallen foes Calcifer came to a great stone door way, placed his hand on it and spoke again in Dark Speak. "afar ul powas kigija jiak have agh ul Burzum jiak poukukeukuk, kilgjis dooruk liwo hap!" from his hand the great door began to crack and crumble, then with a shove the entire door fell to pieces. "I… Have returned."</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s> <\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Dragon Realm, Muspelheim Muspelheim had always been a dreary place, more so back when the one who ruled over it soared its skies. Nowadays, what's left is the crackling sound of flowing lava and rock that can be heard in the background. The Hell Lizards had and will always roam its lands, forever bound to the will of their Overlord. This day though is not like the rest. Fregion's Castle, Idian Depths Inside the towering castle that is Idian Depths, in the master hall, Fregion layed on the floor, his wings overlapping his body as if he was inside a cocoon. Today would signal the end of his 100 year sleep cycle. As he began to awaken, the temperature in the immediate area surrounding the castle started to slowly rise, eventually peaking at about 10.000 degrees Fahrenheit. Fregion's body slowly started shifting in its position; He was still enveloped in the grogginess of slumber and it was minutes before he found himself able to move. He started unfolding his wings one by one before finally revealing himself. He stood on his four legs and sniffed the air around him, his mind quickly encompassing the whole of Muspelheim. "Yes..." he thought, pleased that everything was as he had left it 100 years ago. His servants immediately sensed that their Lord had awakened and one by one, let out roars, paying their respects. The crackling of flowing lava wasn't the only sound that could be heard over Muspelheim anymore. In parallel with his awakening, the pale blue fire-stone that he had gifted each and every of his fellow gods ages back, before the Clash of Gods, as a means of knowing when he was awake, started emitting a bright blue glow, his powers re-igniting the fire burning inside of it. At that moment, Padmarashka entered the master hall and kneeled in front of his Lord. "Ahh, Padmarashka. It's been too long since I've seen you, my faithful servant" Fregion told him. "Indeed my Lord, It's been too long. Muspelheim welcomes you back from the world of dreams" the drakan answered back. "Right before I went to sleep you had amassed 164 straight victories. Tell me Padmarashka, how many victories do you have now?" Fregion asked, curious to hear the number. "Yes. Unfortunately my Lord, the count has only risen by 11 and now stands at 175. As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer Hell Lizards that reached a level high enough to be able to challenge me and all 11 of them ultimately met their demise in my hands. Your servant fears that in due time, there will be no one left to challenge him within his kin." Padmarashka's answer stirred something inside Fregion and he started laughing. "If I knew back when I evolved you, that you would become as powerful as you are now, I would have toned the improvements down a notch" Fregion said and let out another hearty laugh but soon went back to being serious, "What is the situation in the mortal realm?" he asked his servant. "My Lord, the mortals have prospered much since you fell into slumber. Unfortunately though, they seems to have forgotten about you. They no longer pray to you and instead, see you as a myth, the legend of the four-winged beast that soared the darkened skies above the battlefields of the gods. You are still mentioned in some of their books, a slight reference here, a rough sketch there but nothing more" Padmarashka told his master with a sad look on his face. "Hmmmm..." Fregion nodded while listening to his servant. He himself had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of mortals so being forgotten by them as the years went by was indeed a natural consequence of his choices. "Fair enough. Now, I desire to inspect my realm. You are dismissed" he told the drakan who, after a slight bow of his head, quickly left the master hall. Fregion closed his eyes and broadened his mind.</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Deep within the Hallowed halls of the Tomb. A creature tasked with guarding the Forsaken tomb stomped and crashed it's way through the dark. Two pairs of red eyes came around the corner of a dark hall and spoke in a dark death like voice. "nalkriuk dareuk hap kigiji avomb" it spotted Calcifer and started to drool from both of its monstrous mouths. It's hands looked like that could crush boulders. It was obvious a creature of Darkos not by its appearance but but by its smell. It smelled like it was buried under a pile of a thousand foul smelling corpses. It wrapped one of those large hands around a pillar and snarled and one of the heads spoke in the same voice. "khe'uk avime ve ha agh ushk par naj-ri'uk maushat" it pressed on the pillar breaking it and hurtled the chunks at Calcifer</s> <\|message\|>Fregion "For myself no. For my brother Hal. I have scythe this is true. But for Hal and it is true. An unknown threat has brought down the guardians. Don't believe me then let me show you. I'm sure you remember the forsaken army. One of the tomb seals has already been broken." Fregion watched as Darko opened the portal and showed him the broken seal on the Forsaken Tomb. "Then this is more serious than I anticipated. The Forsaken Army must not be awakened. The only thing that worries me is the person who was able to do such things. Killing a Sanctum Guard AND unsealing one of those seals are feats that no mortal is capable of pulling off" he told Darko. Fregion breathed fire into the wall behind him and it crumbled into a pile of rubble. From within the rubble, a room filled with lava was revealed. In the center of the pool of lava was a patch of ground where the sword layed on. "Go on, take it. But if I find out you lied and took the sword for yourself and not to give it to Hal, I'll personally make it so you regret the day you lied to me," Fregion said while glaring at Darko. "I've decided to take arms against this foe as well so I'll be going over to the Sacred Mountains Inner Sanctum to see with my own eyes what has happened and act accordingly" he added and opened a portal that connected with the foot of the Sacred Mountain, before transforming himself to his human form and passing over to the mortal realm.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko smiled and walked over to the sword heeding his words. "Trust me lord of fire. My word is what makes me so good at deals." he walked over and grasped the sword and lifted it up. He summoned a black cloth and wrapped it around the blade and looked at Fregion who had just left. Darko lifted his scythe and sliced open the fabric of the world and walked through it into the area Hal had mentioned to him. He placed the sword on the table and felt a call back to the underworld. He pulled out a large black quill and a parchment from his cloak and wrote on it. 'Hal, brother. I have retrieved your sword from fregion and left it here. Sealed in a barrier that to my memory you and I created. Only your touch shall break the seal and I must return to the underworld. My council summons. And I can't delay. I will bring word of my council to the meet. Sincerely Darko' he rolled up the scroll and left it on he sword and placed the barrier. Then vanished to the underworld and walked into a grand tower and looked around "Dead Council summons me here and I question it" The monster in the dark of the forsaken tomb roared at Calcifer and as it roared more glowing red eyes appeared in the dark of the tomb, then a stampede of dark horses ran passed Calcifer headed to the plagued forest and the rest of the land of blight that belonged to darko. They entered crypts and tombs and slammed into a pillar made of bone which started to give off a faint glow. Mist started to radiate off of the bone pillar then souls started to fly out of the pillars in each tomb and fly into the bones and corpses that were in the tombs and crypts. Bones started to climb out of the caskets and ghouls started to climb out of the ground. Carrying swords and shields and other sorts of weapons they started to march toward the location where the generals stood in wait. Waiting for their commander Chakan, The Champion of Darko, to arrive. The army marched by the Thousands they seemed to march from everywhere. From of the plagued lands to and from the frozen tundra of the to the Crim@Wraithblade6</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla The blood ran over the stones and down the cracks until it came to pool at Calcifer's feet. He scooped it up into his hand, recognizing with ease the presence of the blood goddess. Through magic, the blood spoke in echos of whispers to Calcifer. "I see a thirst akin to my own in you, stranger. Darkness, vengeance, blood about to be spilt... god's blood! I sense a god in you, dark hearted one. I know you, yet I do not know you. It is the blood you have shed for me that remembers you. It tells me of you. Blood never lies." Out of a reddening cloud above, a massive snake-like red dragon of pliable, liquid form slowly descended before Calcifer. It was Sekaulla herself, present, emminating her lustful glory as she fixed her glowing eyes on him. "In chaos, I am sustained." The dragon suddenly lunged forth, and just as Calcifer thought the goddess would devouer him flat out, the gaping maw of fang and carnage brushed past him and snapped shut around the tomb guardian, devouring him whole. The guardian wouldn't be reporting to Darko anytime soon... or ever for that matter. Sekaula couldn't remember Calcifer, but she knew bloodlust when she saw it. The harold of carnage, former god of chaos, could give her much to drink before the end of all things.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla All the armies gathered as if hearing orders that sounded only for their ears. Atop a mighty nightmare, Chakan rode, more powerful than ever, a fearsome presence, dread in her wake. Vampires, skeletal behemoths, and every kind of wraith or ghost or undead monstrosity marched or floated alongside and behind her. Powerful deathknights and liches spiked the army at strategic locations. Glowing eyes and vaporous fumes adorned their mass. "Darko, god of death! I have returned, and I have gathered your forces as you have commanded. We stand eternally ready, devoted to your will."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko, stood in the underworld before a Dead Council. They four stood there staring at him, the Blind Seer raised her hand and spoke faintly "You have come oh great lord, you honor us with your presence. But you know of the great danger that walks the world at this moment. Yet at the same time you know nothing of the Enemy that threatens. she sat in her chair elegantly. Darko looked at her and pondered her statement and was about to speak when the Head of the Council spoke "these games we know are not for you Lord Darko, but it is best you hear them. The threat you know of seems familiar but at the same time you hold no memory of. Darko looked at the head of the Council and spoke. "You right members of the Dead council. I need to heed the warnings and yes. This threat seems vaguely familiar. I do question it still. But what am I to do, my champion is ready for battle even as we speak, I have no clue where the blood goddess is and to make matters even more painful I have to make peace with my brother Hal. So you tell me. What is it that the threat is." The army marched behind Chakan. It marched without fear. Wraiths, Banshees, Ghosts and Undead Dragons flew in the air in the distance behind the marching army. Skeletons and ghouls with pikes, spears, and tridents marched with shields marched the front lines. Liches floated in the back of the front line. Behemoths and other undead giants pulled corpse launchers behind them. Death Knights rode close beside Chakan as her personal guard even though her immortality denies it. Darkos generals, marched, flew and floated by Chakan. The Death Shroud looked down at Chakan, and spoke in a raspy voice, "Would you like me to scout ahead, Champion of Death?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla "Yes Death Shroud. Scout ahead and tell me what this enemy is that our lord has called us forth. If Darko wants victory, his general must formulate an informed strategy. Go now. We will lie in wait."</s>
<\|description\|>Calcifer Main Antagonist Pre-fall Name: Calcifer God of Chaos Age: his mortal body is 38 Outfit: this is how he looks when he is trying to make a good appearance, and when he is in control of his anger. Personality: Jaded, arrogant and not all there most times. Calcifer has slowly gone insane, but not outwardly. He can compose himself quite nicely, but he can easily turn violent and not think twice about cutting someone into pieces. Alignment:Chaotic Evil without gods. Morality: "yeah, so what if I did turn that guy into dog food?" Likes: fighting. Dislikes: everything. Secrets: He is the fallen god of entropy and plots to kill all the gods as he blames them for his punishment. Will PM @The Grey Dust with further secrets that he would be privy to. Companion (Optional): The same bird he used as a messenger when he was a god. Other:None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s> <\|message\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. No blood signified a coming birth, And the child would be born by blood, And the child would be baptized by blood, and death at last once more by absence of blood. The red cycle, as the mystics know. It was quiet in the void of being, where his consciousness dwelt as his body melted into naught but blood. Not quite alive, yet not quite dead, somewhere between as his heart beat with a steady thumping. What was the body but a machine to consume? To feed upon the precious fluid which was blood? The brain was nothing more than guide to seek it, the stomach and lungs to enrich it, the bones and sinew to make and consume it. But the heart was there to distribute it. To share her to the rest of the world, to drown it in her unrelenting love. Blood, the most divine of all prima materia. There it was, a soft and gentle call, a beckon by his mistress, a red light to pierce the blank void. He was hers, and she remembered her faithful servant. With a metaphysical smile Dyleon faded from this void... Only to wake to find his eyes a new, staring at the shapeless form that was his beloved. Her hand reaching at his newly formed chest, claws tearing into the soft skin and plucking from its wicker cage a beating heart. Like a precious ruby, held in her hand as he offered it freely, suppressing a grunt of pain as he felt the gem severed from the source. Falling over in supination, from both the shock and unending adoration, clutching the hole she left behind as it sealed up. A perfect servant, devoted, dedicated and now once again deathless. "As you command my love..." Dyleon whispered as she drifted away into the darkness. Reborn, still tender of flesh and weak of bone, fragile though the blood coursed through him. His body strengthened once more slowly, his unclothed form changing as it hardened into a killing machine again, his eyes twinkling with a bloodlust as his vigor returned. As naked as newborn babe, but as innocent as one who just committed a massacre. His strength returned, the blood coursing swiftly through him as his hunger grew. Blood, his body demanded, his blood magics allowed him to live without his heart, yet required him to be sustained by gallons of it. He growled as his form changed, his face elongating as his long black and red hair grew out into fur. A tail formed and claws grew from nails as fangs descended. The Werewolf howled at his goddess, towards the endless sky of hades, his song of praise. His ears twitched, a bestial growl greeted Chakan as he sniffed the airs around her. "Dogs chew bones, Wolves drink blood. I am no beast of Darko, I serve Sekaulla, my mistress, my love, my Goddess. You have no blood to spill, no tribute to give her... Why would I hunt you?" But before He could glean an answer, Chakan was summoned to another place. Leaving Dyleon alone in Hell. Or was he? No the air smelled of blood, rich in power, beyond the blood of humans. True to his canine form, he panted, his saliva thick in wanting. So commanded the goddess to hunt the prey, so shall he feast upon them... Time to Raise Hell by laying waste to it. A bloodbath.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Fregion listened as Darko told him about the events that had taken place in the mortal realm. When he reached the part about what had happened at the Sacred Mountain, the one and only place in the mortal realm where he gods were allowed to walk upon, Fregion frowned; "I doubt that a mortal could fell one of the Guards of the Inner Sanctum. Those creatures are trained by and are only loyal to the Creator himself. No god would even dare go against his will..." Fregion said while trying to figure out who would do such a thing. "At any rate, the sword you're looking for was entrusted to me by the God of Blacksmiths, one of the very last mythic grade weapons he made before he stopped associating himself with the other gods. I have kept it safe within this very castle for nearly five centuries. If you ask that I give it to you then I'll have to refuse. You already have your scythe, you don't need another powerful weapon."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko hearing the god of fires answer and statement thinking that he wanted the sword for himself made him laugh. His laugh was enough to make the fires of the world go cold for a brief period. "For myself no. For my brother Hal. I have scythe this is true. But for Hal and it is true. A unknown threat has brought down the guardians. Don't believe me then let me show you." he then raised his hand and a pool of lava turned red and revealed in the reflecting pool the fallen guardians. "I'm sure you remember the forsaken army. One of the tomb seals has already been broken." Darko gazed at the Fire Lord, then he turned to the pool. He knew that few of the gods were given specific things by the grand creator. And as much as Darko hated to admit it, he and Hal were chosen by the grand creator himself to seal off the forsaken army. One in Hals lands the other in Darkos and it was Darko had been the sole sealer of the sword stolen. He was supposed to have felt a presence remove the sword. But he didn't. He didn't even feel a presence enter his realm. He knew Hal was to be the protector over the stolen swords twin. The only other sword that has been known to stop it's twin. Both forged by the blacksmith god by the same material. He knew Hal had entrusted the Fire God with the sword.</s>	<\|message\|>Calcifer Hal was on his way back down the mountain where Darko and himself had discussed and agreed that, whatever this new force is the, gods of both light and dark will need to address it together. Even with a greater evil against them Hal wasn't sure that a plan such as this could work. There are some deeply rooted quarrels between all of them, and Darko especially. There was something down inside Hal that made him distrust Darko even with the changes he has shown. It is almost like Hal can feel that there is a darker side to his brother's plans and drive. Just before Hal reached the edge of the travel barrier he felt his griffin call him, and share it's sight with him. Hal watched through its eyes and heard through its ears as the unknown figure brutally attacked. Hal began sprinting as the figure addressed him of the death of his guardians, made threats of releasing the Forsaken Army and killed his griffin. Once he was able Hal produced his horn and sounded it. It was not the same tone as last time, but instead a lower and fuller noise that would feel as though it could shake mountains, topple fortresses and carry to the ends of the world. There was a moment of echo after Hal finished blowing the horn and a rift opened to an area that had not seen the gods for some time, this was the war room that Hal and his servitors created during the Clash of Gods. He turned and looked to the sky before speaking to all gods of light "Friends, this is Hal, the one that X addressed in his prophecy of the fall has come forth. I have seen him, and he moves to release the Forsaken Army that Darko and I sealed in Anima Portas. By now he has entered the tomb, and none of us can get to him. We should gather in the Hall of War to plan for his next move." After this Hal then connected with Darko. "Brother, I was too late to warn the guards, and as a result my griffin has fallen to the one we sought to stop, who calls himself Calcifer. We are meeting to plan a defense, and I will send a messenger to you with the report when we are finished." < < < - - - - - > > > As Calcifer began to enter the tomb he could feel a dark presence, but before he could look around to confront it he found himself in an infinite realm between the physical and the spiritual, X's place of residents. Turning once more he came to face X as he stood from his chair and made a speech that was something of a congratulating for his deeds as well as a condemnation and threat. "You saw these events were going to happen yet you stood by and did nothing to stop or delay them? What a friend you are to the others." Calcifer said adding a spiteful emphasis into it. "You think be to be that slow, That I would turn back simply because 'forces beyond my mortal self' scare you? Bah!" He spat at X before continuing. "My aim is not just to restore myself, and you the god of secrets should know this. My vengeance is exactly that, to kill and destroy everything and everyone that has forgotten me by your hand, but that is not it, I would have you sit in your… unwavering neutrality and watch as it all comes crashing to an end." Calcifer was clenching his fists as he spoke and they began to turn back to what he was before, letting off small flicks of flame. As X made his departure and made his statement of Calcifer being nothing more than a pawn the realm faded Calcifer looked on into the gaping blackness of the tomb as his hands returned to normal wondering if he would really enter the tomb or into another of X's realms. He again felt the presence from before and turned this time to see several small trails of blood trickling towards him, and he slowly smiled, knelt down and watched the blood inch closer and closer. "Sekaulla, still up to you usual games I see." He reached out and scooped some of the blood in his hand. "What may I give the pleasure of your visit?" Calcifer had made almost a one-eighty turn in attitude and tone from when he was talking with X.</s>
<\|description\|>Fregion -Appearance pre-Clash of Gods.VEC's CHARACTERS God Fregion, King of Dragons TRUE NAME: Tahabata TITLE/ALIAS: Ruthless One, King of Dragons, Ascended One * + - - - + Fregion prefers to refrain from meddling with the affairs of mortals but if and when he does come in contact with one, he prefers to take the form of a floating ball of yellow-to-red fire. * PORTFOLIO: Fire Domain/Muspelheim (Dragon Sub-Domain) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral * +Sentient flames given life by the will of Fregion. They serve him as messengers to other gods. * +The lizards residing in the Dragon Domain are capable of breathing fire able to melt rock. They blindingly obey in Fregions' will. A normal Hell Lizard at first, Padmarashka quickly distinguished himself from all the other Hell Lizards by winnning 98 straight battles between the males of his kin. Fregion rewarded him by giving him heightened intelligence and evolving his body a step further. After these alterations, Padmarashka quickly rose to prominence as one of Fregions' Elite warriors and became the Commander of the Hell Lizards. * +Lava elementals marching besides Fregion in battle. Created in the fiery pits of Muspelheim, they are able to withstand numerous blows and possess immense strength. * AND MANY MORE... * BLOODWING To cease the flow of blood is to choke the rain in the very clouds. Both life and land feel the thirst. Let it grow and gather inside them, let it flow through their veins. Do not waste a drop. Fregion always valued solitude, preferring being a witness and not an instigator. Unfortunately, he was tricked into participating in the Clash of Gods by Calcifer on fruitless promises of thrill and adventure. When all was said and done, Fregion was branded an Evil One and was banished by the Creator. He could no longer walk on the mortal realm and so, enraged by the shackles put upon him, he plowed through the underworld in a fit of rage. The combined effort of several gods was needed in order to put a stop in Fregions' rage but eventually, he came to. After that, he created his own domain and started residing inside it. He chose not to meddle in the affairs of mortals and as such, was quickly forgotten by them. Centuries passed and the horns of war have once again been sounded. Fregion has awakened. Will he join the war? On whose side? Only time will tell... CHAMPIONS WIP</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s> <\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Dragon Realm, Muspelheim Muspelheim had always been a dreary place, more so back when the one who ruled over it soared its skies. Nowadays, what's left is the crackling sound of flowing lava and rock that can be heard in the background. The Hell Lizards had and will always roam its lands, forever bound to the will of their Overlord. This day though is not like the rest. Fregion's Castle, Idian Depths Inside the towering castle that is Idian Depths, in the master hall, Fregion layed on the floor, his wings overlapping his body as if he was inside a cocoon. Today would signal the end of his 100 year sleep cycle. As he began to awaken, the temperature in the immediate area surrounding the castle started to slowly rise, eventually peaking at about 10.000 degrees Fahrenheit. Fregion's body slowly started shifting in its position; He was still enveloped in the grogginess of slumber and it was minutes before he found himself able to move. He started unfolding his wings one by one before finally revealing himself. He stood on his four legs and sniffed the air around him, his mind quickly encompassing the whole of Muspelheim. "Yes..." he thought, pleased that everything was as he had left it 100 years ago. His servants immediately sensed that their Lord had awakened and one by one, let out roars, paying their respects. The crackling of flowing lava wasn't the only sound that could be heard over Muspelheim anymore. In parallel with his awakening, the pale blue fire-stone that he had gifted each and every of his fellow gods ages back, before the Clash of Gods, as a means of knowing when he was awake, started emitting a bright blue glow, his powers re-igniting the fire burning inside of it. At that moment, Padmarashka entered the master hall and kneeled in front of his Lord. "Ahh, Padmarashka. It's been too long since I've seen you, my faithful servant" Fregion told him. "Indeed my Lord, It's been too long. Muspelheim welcomes you back from the world of dreams" the drakan answered back. "Right before I went to sleep you had amassed 164 straight victories. Tell me Padmarashka, how many victories do you have now?" Fregion asked, curious to hear the number. "Yes. Unfortunately my Lord, the count has only risen by 11 and now stands at 175. As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer Hell Lizards that reached a level high enough to be able to challenge me and all 11 of them ultimately met their demise in my hands. Your servant fears that in due time, there will be no one left to challenge him within his kin." Padmarashka's answer stirred something inside Fregion and he started laughing. "If I knew back when I evolved you, that you would become as powerful as you are now, I would have toned the improvements down a notch" Fregion said and let out another hearty laugh but soon went back to being serious, "What is the situation in the mortal realm?" he asked his servant. "My Lord, the mortals have prospered much since you fell into slumber. Unfortunately though, they seems to have forgotten about you. They no longer pray to you and instead, see you as a myth, the legend of the four-winged beast that soared the darkened skies above the battlefields of the gods. You are still mentioned in some of their books, a slight reference here, a rough sketch there but nothing more" Padmarashka told his master with a sad look on his face. "Hmmmm..." Fregion nodded while listening to his servant. He himself had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of mortals so being forgotten by them as the years went by was indeed a natural consequence of his choices. "Fair enough. Now, I desire to inspect my realm. You are dismissed" he told the drakan who, after a slight bow of his head, quickly left the master hall. Fregion closed his eyes and broadened his mind.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s>	<\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s>
<\|description\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. Sources of Inspiration: "All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er." Macbeth 3.4.136-9 Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience. The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust. Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan Age: 37 Appearance(s): Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer. While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven's grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed. Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla. Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death. Likes: Blood, bloodshed, conflict, combat, strife, warfare, battle, disembowelment, impalement, dismemberment, bifurcation, gore, decapitation, and exsanguination. Dislikes: Weakness, cowardice, impotence. Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her. Companion: A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon's mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him. Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s>	<\|message\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. No blood signified a coming birth, And the child would be born by blood, And the child would be baptized by blood, and death at last once more by absence of blood. The red cycle, as the mystics know. It was quiet in the void of being, where his consciousness dwelt as his body melted into naught but blood. Not quite alive, yet not quite dead, somewhere between as his heart beat with a steady thumping. What was the body but a machine to consume? To feed upon the precious fluid which was blood? The brain was nothing more than guide to seek it, the stomach and lungs to enrich it, the bones and sinew to make and consume it. But the heart was there to distribute it. To share her to the rest of the world, to drown it in her unrelenting love. Blood, the most divine of all prima materia. There it was, a soft and gentle call, a beckon by his mistress, a red light to pierce the blank void. He was hers, and she remembered her faithful servant. With a metaphysical smile Dyleon faded from this void... Only to wake to find his eyes a new, staring at the shapeless form that was his beloved. Her hand reaching at his newly formed chest, claws tearing into the soft skin and plucking from its wicker cage a beating heart. Like a precious ruby, held in her hand as he offered it freely, suppressing a grunt of pain as he felt the gem severed from the source. Falling over in supination, from both the shock and unending adoration, clutching the hole she left behind as it sealed up. A perfect servant, devoted, dedicated and now once again deathless. "As you command my love..." Dyleon whispered as she drifted away into the darkness. Reborn, still tender of flesh and weak of bone, fragile though the blood coursed through him. His body strengthened once more slowly, his unclothed form changing as it hardened into a killing machine again, his eyes twinkling with a bloodlust as his vigor returned. As naked as newborn babe, but as innocent as one who just committed a massacre. His strength returned, the blood coursing swiftly through him as his hunger grew. Blood, his body demanded, his blood magics allowed him to live without his heart, yet required him to be sustained by gallons of it. He growled as his form changed, his face elongating as his long black and red hair grew out into fur. A tail formed and claws grew from nails as fangs descended. The Werewolf howled at his goddess, towards the endless sky of hades, his song of praise. His ears twitched, a bestial growl greeted Chakan as he sniffed the airs around her. "Dogs chew bones, Wolves drink blood. I am no beast of Darko, I serve Sekaulla, my mistress, my love, my Goddess. You have no blood to spill, no tribute to give her... Why would I hunt you?" But before He could glean an answer, Chakan was summoned to another place. Leaving Dyleon alone in Hell. Or was he? No the air smelled of blood, rich in power, beyond the blood of humans. True to his canine form, he panted, his saliva thick in wanting. So commanded the goddess to hunt the prey, so shall he feast upon them... Time to Raise Hell by laying waste to it. A bloodbath.</s>
<\|description\|>Marith Schmitt Nickname: Mar mar Age: 15 Appearance: Title: Ultimate Manipulator Super High School Level: Why you wanted to go to this school: To gain friends (parent's will) and subordinates (her purpose).... maybe bring some order to the school Skill: Is insanely good at organizing things as, and planning out events to get them to happen in a certain order. Is able to manipulate others with her deceitful manner as well as her looks. Is also quite good at doing quick algebraic calculations. History: Marith was born to a moderately rich family but she was born Mute so she had a rough childhood with all the older kids picking on her because of it. She took up controlling others to use as her puppets that she hides behind since she couldn't stand up for herself being so young. Since she couldn't do much in terms of school work she was home schooled by her parents and their co-workers all of which were pretty smart. Thanks to the almost constant tutoring and work her grade level was bumped up and her parents decided it was time to send her to an actual school. before she actually went to school though she was allowed a job in her parents workplace as a secretary and co-temp. Personality: She is a girl who love to hide behind her manipulated people but isn't afraid to Write what she is thinking when confronted. She is a kind of person who sits at the back of the class asleep and drooling on her desk because she is tired but hates being disorganized and "on a whim". Has a problem with people who bother her when she is planning/organizing.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy looked up to wards the bear and looked at Drake. Is this a joke? Dont trust the bear. She went with that trough her mind. How can a teddy bear walk and tolk there most be something controling him but what? Lucy lookes aroumd the gym again to find something.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon Charon was experiencing a sense of deja vu, but he could not put his finger on why. all that he knew was that if this was a game (maby that's where he knew this from) that dumb little teddy bare would defenetly be a boss, although it might have multiple forms. .so then why would he be saying something like "you will be trapped here forever." shure it may suck for everyone, but what dose the bear get out of it. soon enough everyone would get use to living here. maby he should ask. "oy stuffy. why are you doing this? what do you get out of it? becouse we could easily get use to it'</s> <\|message\|>Chie Minato Chie frowned. She couldn't leave the school. Greeeeaaaaat. Just freaking fabulous. What was next... blackmail, murder? Geez. Akai didn't bother to look up, she was busy. She was sitting in a corner on her tablet, not bothering to talk to people. She was trying to see what sort of systems the school had. Computers, cameras, what could she hack into.</s> <\|message\|>Damon Reed Damon glared at the teddy bear ignoring practically everything it said. The fact that it was moving teddy bear left Damon in awe. It was the most impressive thing he has ever saw. Recollecting himself Damon listened as one of the other students asked a series of questions. "Getting use to this is an understatement..." he thought, "If what this bear is saying is true then his goal is to obviously drive us mad." He started to scratch his head. "No matter the environment, when humans are left somewhere there is bound to be chaos in the near future" He finally cleared his throat and spoke. "So what is the catch?"</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato Lexi was so bothered by the door closing and locking itself, she didn't calm down enough to speak until after the other students had began to question the Monokuma that stood on the podium. "Is there any specific reason that we aren't allowed to leave? I myself don't even remember coming here in the first place..."</s> <\|message\|>Alejandro Renaldo Saul Dante or Alex for short Alejandro walked into the gym and noticed other students for the first time. He was happy that he wasn't going to be alone in a sketchy school with cameras everywhere. Then when Alejandro was about to sit down the door suddenly closed and a teddy bear came out on the stage. He was saying some really good joke, something about that he and the other students had to live there forever or something. He was too busy thinking of a better prank that would be better than the bear's. Then he forgot about his hat and mustache so he decided to put them away for a bit. Then he spoke up,"How did you think of such a great prank that could be better than any of mine, tell me where did you get such an idea?" All Alejandro thought was this was all some kind of prank for a TV show since there're cameras everywhere. But a prank this good will not work on Alejandro Renaldo Saul Dante.</s> <\|message\|>MONOKUMA "Prank? Benefit? Catch?" He said trying to taking in everyone's voices all at once. "Why I'm being quite sincere about this! You are here to preserve the hope of the world, living in harmony. Speaking of harmony, we must have order to keep harmony, and with order must come rules!" He says as he takes cloth off of a nearby table revealing blue, digital device that was about the size of a credit card neatly laid out in a row with a name tag under each one. "These are your e-handbooks completely waterproof and can withstand up to ten tons! Splash them, throw them, drown them, and it will keep ticking on. They are also in my opinion unable to be hacked thanks to my supersecret software that is installed on literary every device in this school...there is also no WiFi. These devices also contain all the rules for this school and breaking anyone of them will result in severe punishment. They also have many other uses so make sure to keep them close. Make sure everyone has their own, your names should appear after you boot yours up." He spoke with a very cheerful voice. Rule 1: Students may reside only within the school. Leaving campus is an unacceptable use of time. Rule 2: "Nighttime" is from 10 pm to 7 am. Some areas are off-limits at night, so please exercise caution. Rule 3: Sleeping anywhere other than the dormitory will be seen as sleeping in class and punished accordingly. Rule 4: With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak Academy at your discretion. Rule 5: Violence against headmaster Monokuma is strictly prohibited, as is destruction or tempering with surveillance cameras. Rule 6: Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes "blackened" will graduate, unless they are discovered. Rule 7: Additional school regulations may be added if necessary. "As for this catch you mention earlier there is a way to get out of here if your REALLY MUST go. I call it the graduation clause" Monokuma said with a indecisive grin between good and bad. "And what would that be? Ace a test you give us?" He said his expression was unnerved and bored, but he was was hopeful of this graduation clause thing. "To graduate you must kill someone" he said is tone instantly getting very dark and very serious, yet at the same time it seemed he was smiling still. "Puhuhuhu, You must get away with murder to be a bit more clearly. Though not that it matters since you guys plan on living in harmony right?" He said like the words didn't carry any weight to them.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight By the hearing of the word kill looked Lucy up. The bear really means it so it was not a joke. Lucy stood up from the stage and walked to wards where the e-Handbooks layed on the ground and picked the one up with her name by it. The color of her handbook was dark-blue. Lucy started the hand book and saw the list with rules. She thought:'Pfff. What kind of rules are these…' There was also a list with all the names and foto's of all the other studens and an map of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Marith Schmitt "What a load of phooey why would any of us kill" Eris said though in her mind she was really thinking 'well I guess since a lot of us don't know each other it would make it even easier to do the deed'. She walked over to the stage and picked up a Rose Red handbook with her name on it, when she turned it on she flipped through the names and stopped on her own "well that's a nice picture at least" she said before continuing onto the regulations. As she read the rules she stopped at the 6th one and questioned the word "Blackened", 'what does that mean' she thought and looked around at the other students for their reactions to the news.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon well... that's new. kill some one to leave. but no one would take that option. no one has motivations for doing anything like that...but for some reason Charon had a feeling that this monokuma would try to supply that. Charon went up and grabbed one of the electronic tablets (the school book) and booted it up. a picture of the hopes peak logo appeared, and it started going through the rules. "oy stuffy. just food for thought as you are trying to get us to go down this path... do they have to find the body?" he realy did not want to kill someone just so that he could leave, but he had to know all the potentials that some one could take.</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato Lexi walked up to the handbooks after a few others had gone and gotten theirs. The one with her name by it was light purple, and when she booted it up and read the rules, she found that it was quite easy to use. She didn't understand parts of what they said, but at least a few of the rules seemed straightforward enough. "Umm, headmaster Monokuma?" Lexi walked up next to the white and black bear, attempting to seem unfazed by his strange appearance. "Could you, explain the 6th rule a bit please? Also, If there's no WiFi, how do these work?"</s> <\|message\|>MONOKUMA "Ah ,yes I should-wait did you just call me stuffy?" He said starting to get worked up. "I TOLD YOU IM NOT A BEAR NOR A STUFFY, I AM I MONOKUMA!" He yelled angrily throwing his arms up in the air and after a brief moment of calming down he added, "upupupup, your headmaster." "Now then, as I was saying, when someone is murdered, the murderer becomes blackened, or guilty. When a total of three students find the body, I will make a body discovery announcement, letting the rest know about the murder. You will have a few short hours to search for clues and evidence to find the murderer.....or when I get tired of waiting, I am a very impatient Monokuma after all. After the time's up we will hold a class trial to decide who murdered who." He explained very quickly to the children. "As for the WiFi there is actually WiFi but it doesn't have internet, nor is it on. I only turn it on to update rules, maps, cooking recipes, and anything else I want on your devices. So in short you don't need to worry about the WiFi." He said and then added, "Well that's all the time i have. Have fun, talking, making friends, backstabbing, killing, cooking, upupupup, and all that fun stuff." And just like that he disappeared just as fast as he appeared.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy looked at the other studends before she walked back to the place where she sat first by the stage where she had found the hidden door in the floor. At the stage she began to look for a way to open it.</s> <\|message\|>Damon Reed Damon walked up and grabbed an e-handbook. After booting it up he saw his picture and read the rules carefully. The rules were self explanatory to him so he then just stuffed the handbook into his pocket. Damon ignored what the principal said about murder. For the time bring Damon felt no reason to really want to leave. At that moment, Damon's stomach grumbled loudly. Hm...I guess I could use a bite to eat. He then slipped out of the gym and started to head towards the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato There was a long silence in the room after Monokuma had disappeared, while Lexi wanted to say something to the group, she couldn't bring herself to speak. She noticed that the doors had reopened after the bear left, and decided to go exploring. Before she left though, she addressed the group. "Well, would anyone like to go exploring with me? The map on this thing," She held up her e-handbook, "Is useful and all, but I'd prefer not to have to rely on it for very long." Lexi smiled at the group, slipping easily into her mascot demeanor. She jumped off of the stage and skipped to the nearest door, then turned to the group before she actually walked out the door. "Well? Who's coming with me!"</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy raised her hand and whent off the stage and walked to wards Lexi. And opend the map on the handbook, while waiting for her to say something.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon Charon looked around after monokuma left, and noticed that one of the students was organizing a miniature ture. "i guess ill join" he said as he walked over (sorry for not posting, dad was using computer + low motivation)</s> <\|message\|>Drake Valdez Drake opened his e-notebook and looked at the map trying to figure out where to go. "Lets see, cafeteria, kitchen, dor- Wait there's a art classroom?! said mumbling which turned into a yell. He ran to the door and ran down the halls a a very surprisingly fast speed. He made a sharp turn which made his shoes squeak and continue running the halls. He was like a hound dog running after the smell of bacon, he could smell the water color paint all they across the school. He finally collapsed in the art room completely out of breath and energy. He laid himself down on the floor with his hands and legs spread out like he was trying to make a snow angel."I.......Made......it......." He wheezed out like the room was going to go somewhere. After a few moments he finally caught his breath and got up. He investigated the art room looking in every nook and cranny for supplies. Wow, they literally have everything you could need for art, at least in the arts and craft's set of mind." He said somewhat surprised. He took a sketch pad, small enough for it to be carried around easily but big enough to fit in his lap, and sat there thinking of what to sketch. "Maybe I'll draw that rabbit that girl had, I think her was Lexi? He said to himself and then began working on it in silence.</s>	<\|message\|>Marith Schmitt Marith looked at the girl who said she was going to explore and started walking over to her, "I'll join you too" she said before smiling back at her and holding out her hand saying "Hi my name is Marith what's yours"</s>
<\|description\|>Light Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest. Age - Unknown Gender - Female Class - Hollow Powers - Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut. Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand. Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light. Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo. History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body. When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls. Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage. Evolution - NA</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s>	<\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s>
<\|description\|>Light Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest. Age - Unknown Gender - Female Class - Hollow Powers - Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut. Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand. Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light. Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo. History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body. When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls. Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage. Evolution - NA</s> <\|message\|>Nobuyuki Katsuo the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately.... Angelo back in the world of the living saw a second soul reaper show up and ask what was going on so he decided to answer "well I was off minding my business until this idiot attacked that hollow and just decided to do so without cause other then its a hollow, this hollow was just enjoying her meal of another hollow which in retrospect actually helps you guys by lightening your load. I had to come out here because the spiritual pressure was annoying me and I couldn't eat my food in peace." Angelo said deciding to sum it all up for the new girl...</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar All the various escalations of spiritual pressure did little to wake the sleeping man at the back corner of the warehouse. What did was his tossing and turning, but not the actions themselves. It was his body suddenly finding itself off the desk he was napping on. He didn't hang there for long, in mid-air like a cartoon character before he fell flat on his face. The floor complained, but only with a low groan, which was drowned out by the long stream of curse words the white haired man let out. He didn't aim his vocal tirade at anything in particular, but let loose on everything until he was out of breath with a face that was red enough to give Christmas ornament makers inspiration. "Oh God damn it." He muttered, pushing himself off the floor. "That hurt, and I was right in the middle of a pleasant dream." It wasn't pleasant, but he'd already forgotten it. "Crap. That's it for today's napping, because another fall like that might kill me." He popped his back, and stretched out his arms. "Maybe not, but I"m not taking any chances." There was going to be more, but the part of his brain that watched out for danger kicked him in the teeth and he stopped as if he'd been slapped. He turned and stared wide eyed in the direction of the new shinigami(s) whoever they were. "Come on." He muttered, shaking his head, and rubbing his throbbing temples. "If its not one thing its another." This wasn't true since there hasn't been anything for the longest time, but Jynmi wasn't about to admit that to anybody. He liked complaining and damn if he'd be the one to take that away from himself. "Just one break is all I ask." There were a lot more request to the universe too. "Okay I'll go." He frowned as he hurried through the door reappearing with Angelo. "Hey Angelo." Jynmi said, doing his best to hide the fact he was out of breath. His strange colored eyes moved from Angelo to the others, and the tension in the air was almost enough to make him puke. "What's going on? Please tell me that whatever it is isn't going to involve violence."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Kaede looked back over to the soul reaper she didn't recognize as he summarized his version of what had happened. While she listened, her brow grew more and more creased as she started to frown. Whoever he was, he had a twisted sense of propriety if he was talking down to Luna for attacking a Hollow. When another man arrived, again one she didn't recognize, Kaede paused for a moment before growling a response to Angelo's commentary. "A Hollow eating other Hollows doesn't help. That's how a Menos forms, dumbass; Hollows cannibalize one another until a bunch of them come together." She could hardly believe the man was actually a soul reaper, to be saying the sort of things he was saying. Whatever his circumstances were, it seemed like he had some very unusual opinions about how Hollows should be handled. Hopping down from the lamp post, Kaede landed next to Luna. She was about to issue a last ultimatum to the pair of men, when she was interrupted by the emergency ringtone of her soul pager. "What?!" she snapped into the communicator, her sword still in her other hand and at the ready. Shock crossed her face as the voice on the other end of the phone explained what was going on in soul society. "Wait, slow down! What the hell?" She looked a bit dazed as she closed the soul pager and put it in an inside pocket of her shihakusho. Looking at the hollow and the two men, she shook her head. "This'll have to wait," she said, turning to face to Luna "Soul Society's gone bat-shit insane. We need to get back there." Thrusting her sword Higanbana into the air in front of her, she turned it clockwise to open the Senkaimon for them to return through.</s>	<\|message\|>Light Light watched curiously as the scene unfolded above her. The normal reaction with soul reapers, IE of hostility, was expected. But when some soul reaper-ish person approached and seemed to be mostly friendly, things got interesting. Although 3 soul reapers didn't look very fun if they all started to become hostile. "So uh... Anyone want to have some tea or something? Or are we going to have some unnecessary fight?" Light said. Although to answer her question, the most aggressive of the trio told the first one that had killed her prey that they had to go back to the soul society because of some attack or something, she didn't really care.</s>
<\|description\|>Luna Heron Age - 150 Gender - Female Class - Shinigami Powers - Shikai- aoi tsuki which translates as blue moon is a speed and kido zanpakuto that's primary ability is that it allows kido to be delivered via impact from the blade. This Makes The User Far More versatile. Another variation about Aoi Tsuki is that in all states it remains a kematu style blade (The cutting edge is inverted). The Release command is simply "Rise! Aoi Tsuki." Flash kido- allows the wilder to deliver kido through a blow without stopping a flashstep. This is similar to Byakurai's Senka. Flash stepping- is luna specialty she is among some of the newer captains for speed. Utusemi enhanced kido- the amount of energy put into kido modifies it's power. Luna is capable of turning a kido like sho from a light breeze to a small cannon. CUSTOM KIDO Bakudo 8 Shadousupaiku "The moon rises above, Calling the world to watch the dancing light, Fight in darkness" This kido launches a black spike from the users outstretched palm pinning the target to a surface behind them. History - As a human Luna was a regular girl with a regular life other than having schizophrenic spells where she heard voices whispering or felt like someone was touching her. She didn't know it but she was very attractive to hollows and was hearing and feeling souls around her. She died at the age of 24 killed by a hollow but she unleashed a blast of Reiatsu that created her custom Kido pinning its claws to a wall long enough for a shinigami to banish it and the shinigami personally walked her across the Senkaimon and guided her to the academy where she was approached to join the Kido Corps but turned them down to join the Gotei 13 and joined Division 13 Details - She is a 3rd seat officer beginning Bankai training. Evolution -</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s> <\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s>	<\|message\|>Luna Heron "Exorcising the hollow comes first." Luna called out to what she assumed was either a vizor or another plus. "Rise! Ao Tsuki." Releasing her zanpakuto she didn't have too much time to worry about 2 Plus souls. Luna discarded the incantation for Sho and charged her blade with it. She wanted to blow the mask away but knew going straight for it would be a problem. Luna after looking this over swung as hard as she could cutting edge away from the hollow as she wanted to flip it and take the mask while it was in the air. While swinging she got a rather strange idea and began chanting. ""Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" Finger pointed directly above where the hollow was so that when she struck he would be flipped and caught in Rikujokoro. with it caught in this cage she charged another spell in her blade "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." As she finished she buried her blade in his mask destroying the lizard.</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s> <\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron "Exorcising the hollow comes first." Luna called out to what she assumed was either a vizor or another plus. "Rise! Ao Tsuki." Releasing her zanpakuto she didn't have too much time to worry about 2 Plus souls. Luna discarded the incantation for Sho and charged her blade with it. She wanted to blow the mask away but knew going straight for it would be a problem. Luna after looking this over swung as hard as she could cutting edge away from the hollow as she wanted to flip it and take the mask while it was in the air. While swinging she got a rather strange idea and began chanting. ""Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" Finger pointed directly above where the hollow was so that when she struck he would be flipped and caught in Rikujokoro. with it caught in this cage she charged another spell in her blade "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." As she finished she buried her blade in his mask destroying the lizard.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo was already eating a rice ball and some instant ramen when he felt the presence of increasing spiritual pressure. As much as Angelo wished he could ignore it he decided best to just go and see what was going on. He quickly finished his food before he grabbed his zanpacto and flash stepped until he got to where the spiritual pressure was increasing and apparently it belonged to the soul reaper trying to kill the hollow killer, Angelo knew about this one because it was hunting the hunters so to speak and it wasn't a bad thing as long as he kept ignoring the souls that they were chasing. "you guys mind not fighting id rather you guys just talk things through. The hollow your trying to kill has eaten nothing but hollows so leave that one be" Angelo called out to the soul reaper... Captain Katsuo decided that he would send this soul reaper to the world of the living as well, better to send her in case something happens to the other soul reaper that decided to chase the strange hollow seen in the world of the living "actually now that you mention it. I would like you to go to the world of the living, their is another soul reaper their that's gone to fight the strange hollow found in the world of the living. I need you to go and make sure to back her up in case things don't go smoothly. I will inform you captain for you so just go immediately theirs no telling how strong this particular hollow might be" he told her as he sent hell butterflies for the senkeimon to be opened and to inform the captain of this decision...</s> <\|message\|>Light "Great, bloody great" Light said as what was going to be her snack was basically vaporized. Most of the soul reapers around the town weren't that good when it came to the bigger ones like the one she was just fighting. When they got knocked out, she'd often swoop in, beat the big one up, eat it, and go on her way. Most soul reapers at that point just assumed one of their buddies helped them out or something, since Light didn't care much for the loser of the fight anyway. This was different, a strong soul reaper, which was rare for Light to deal with. Sure she tried the arm of one soul reaper, distinctly disliing the lack of a 'brimstone' taste she had gotten used to, so she wasn't too keen on having a bite. At the same time though, she was interested in why some soul reaper who took a large hollow down as eaisly as they did was here. Thankfully they referred to Light as a 'plus' so they weren't overly hostile right away. And then another Soul Reaper came out of more or less nowhere pointing Light out and telling the newcommer to not be overly hostile towards her for the time being. "Bloody hell..." Light said with a sigh as her cover was blown in an instant. She'd at least give it a shot at talking with the soul reaper, maybe things would be different than the newbis, but she doubted it. She stepped out from behind the tree she was hiding behind, keeping her face in shadow as she waved a hello.</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) When she heard her orders, the hair at the nape of Kaede's neck stood on end at the mention of a strange Hollow. Kaede nodded her head once and answered "I'll check in on her." Turning on her heel to face the doorway, she made her way to the Senkaimon with haste. Perhaps a little more haste than was entirely necessary, but the memory of what had happened to Tobio was still fresh on her mind. She'd known Tobio since way back, when she still ran with the gangs in the 54th district. He was a young soul; headstrong, a show off, and a brash twerp. He used to call her 'Anego', and was almost like a younger brother to her. When she up and left the district to train at the academy, it didn't take long for him to decide he wanted to too. On the other hand, it did take him a while to grow strong enough for acceptance. By the time he entered Shin'o, Kaede was already a lieutenant. Whatever had killed him, they still hadn't found it, and it hadn't look like they were going to find it. For exactly that reason though, Kaede was eager to get to Karakura town. If it was still there, she owed it to Tobio to get some pay-back. A string of consecutive shunpo brought her to stand at the foot of the gate, where she caught her breath for a moment as the Kido corps finished their preparations to open it. As soon as the portal was made, she dashed through it, a limiter seal forming on her as she made her way to the world of the living. When she arrived, she took up a high vantage point atop a telephone pole before visualizing the spirit ribbons. The distinctive red of a soul reaper's reiryoku formed two ribbons quite nearby, which gave Kaede pause for a moment. The captain-commander had only mentioned one soul reaper already in the field. Whatever the case might be, Kaede made her way towards them at high speed, coming to a stop balanced on the corner of a roof. The spot overlooked a scene where a man she didn't recognize, and Hollow in a dress, and the third seat of squad 13 stood in a face-off. She made no effort to hide herself, and drew Higanbana from its sheath. "What's going on here?" she asked, not singling out any of them for an answer. Her eyes narrowed as they fell on the Hollow.</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Nobuyuki Katsuo the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately.... Angelo back in the world of the living saw a second soul reaper show up and ask what was going on so he decided to answer "well I was off minding my business until this idiot attacked that hollow and just decided to do so without cause other then its a hollow, this hollow was just enjoying her meal of another hollow which in retrospect actually helps you guys by lightening your load. I had to come out here because the spiritual pressure was annoying me and I couldn't eat my food in peace." Angelo said deciding to sum it all up for the new girl...</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar All the various escalations of spiritual pressure did little to wake the sleeping man at the back corner of the warehouse. What did was his tossing and turning, but not the actions themselves. It was his body suddenly finding itself off the desk he was napping on. He didn't hang there for long, in mid-air like a cartoon character before he fell flat on his face. The floor complained, but only with a low groan, which was drowned out by the long stream of curse words the white haired man let out. He didn't aim his vocal tirade at anything in particular, but let loose on everything until he was out of breath with a face that was red enough to give Christmas ornament makers inspiration. "Oh God damn it." He muttered, pushing himself off the floor. "That hurt, and I was right in the middle of a pleasant dream." It wasn't pleasant, but he'd already forgotten it. "Crap. That's it for today's napping, because another fall like that might kill me." He popped his back, and stretched out his arms. "Maybe not, but I"m not taking any chances." There was going to be more, but the part of his brain that watched out for danger kicked him in the teeth and he stopped as if he'd been slapped. He turned and stared wide eyed in the direction of the new shinigami(s) whoever they were. "Come on." He muttered, shaking his head, and rubbing his throbbing temples. "If its not one thing its another." This wasn't true since there hasn't been anything for the longest time, but Jynmi wasn't about to admit that to anybody. He liked complaining and damn if he'd be the one to take that away from himself. "Just one break is all I ask." There were a lot more request to the universe too. "Okay I'll go." He frowned as he hurried through the door reappearing with Angelo. "Hey Angelo." Jynmi said, doing his best to hide the fact he was out of breath. His strange colored eyes moved from Angelo to the others, and the tension in the air was almost enough to make him puke. "What's going on? Please tell me that whatever it is isn't going to involve violence."</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Kaede looked back over to the soul reaper she didn't recognize as he summarized his version of what had happened. While she listened, her brow grew more and more creased as she started to frown. Whoever he was, he had a twisted sense of propriety if he was talking down to Luna for attacking a Hollow. When another man arrived, again one she didn't recognize, Kaede paused for a moment before growling a response to Angelo's commentary. "A Hollow eating other Hollows doesn't help. That's how a Menos forms, dumbass; Hollows cannibalize one another until a bunch of them come together." She could hardly believe the man was actually a soul reaper, to be saying the sort of things he was saying. Whatever his circumstances were, it seemed like he had some very unusual opinions about how Hollows should be handled. Hopping down from the lamp post, Kaede landed next to Luna. She was about to issue a last ultimatum to the pair of men, when she was interrupted by the emergency ringtone of her soul pager. "What?!" she snapped into the communicator, her sword still in her other hand and at the ready. Shock crossed her face as the voice on the other end of the phone explained what was going on in soul society. "Wait, slow down! What the hell?" She looked a bit dazed as she closed the soul pager and put it in an inside pocket of her shihakusho. Looking at the hollow and the two men, she shook her head. "This'll have to wait," she said, turning to face to Luna "Soul Society's gone bat-shit insane. We need to get back there." Thrusting her sword Higanbana into the air in front of her, she turned it clockwise to open the Senkaimon for them to return through.</s>
<\|description\|>Carter Uberfall Age: 26 Gender: Male Home Faction: Euro-Eastern Skills: Science, quantum tech and biology. Also, card games. Purpose: Research of quantum and supertridimensional technologies, including tleportation and wormholes. Alien biology and evolution research. Strengths: A decade or so of science training has done much more than one would expect. His knowledge covers much more than what he's specializing in. Weaknesses: Not being a very combat-inclined person, his aim isn't the greatest, and he's never taken a hit much harder than what any normal childhood would throw at someone. Weapons: A scientist, Carter isn't exactly the most combat-geared around. However, he does carry a pistol. Special Equipment: The Element Skateboarding Company's latest in hoverboard tech. Said to reach speeds of nearly 50kph, the board utilizes maglev technology to lift its rider about half a meter from ground level. An extremely experimental system. Two briefcase sized bases which allow transfer of matter between the two. Should be used with extreme caution, as it requires careful calculation and has never successfully teleported living matter. Taking its name from the famous D&D item, the bag utilizes quantum technology to simulate four dimensional storage. The bag holds approximately 1 3 m of material. A small set of pistol customizations for his pistol. Various effects include electric, shield piercing, and explosive rounds. Armor/Wear: Often referred to as the Asimov, the 4MV serves as both a scientist's way of getting to hard to reach places and as a mobile research workstation, featuring energy field manipulation/detection, molecular division, and more. Biography: Carter is a scientist in charge of testing some of the new quantum technology for the E2 (this is my abbreviation for the Euro-East, unless you have something else; EE just hurts to say). He's testing some of the new quantum tech his department has been developing; it's all rather dangerous to use, and still needs some more development to keep it from blowing up. Or making a black hole. Honestly, this was just the stuff they didn't want to destroy the solar system with.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s>	<\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s>
<\|description\|>Luna Callahan WIP Age: 23 Gender: Female Personality: To be filled out Home Faction: New Alliance Sponsored Faction: Euro-East Skills: Flying, fixing and maintaining vehicles. Purpose: Piloting everything from dropships to fighters both atmospheric and in space Strengths: Especially agile Weaknesses: Compared to the guys on the team, she is rather weak physically, but she still tries her best. Weapons: Normally she just uses a ballistic pistol, but when landed, she also uses a carbon-steel katana and an energy rifle Special Equipment: Nothing yet Vehicles: Modified with more firepower by Euro-East scientists Biography: Born on the moon to a Korean mother and a Kiwi father as their first kid after trying it at home on earth, they named her, fittingly, "Luna". Growing up in the low-gravity environment, she quickly started to like working out and fiddling with technology. This allowed her to come in contact with a Euro-East research group, which needed someone to test their newest technology in fighter equipment. At the same time Luna entered the Alliance's pilot academy on the Moon. Although still in her teens, she proved to be very skilled trainee and managed to get placed into a special training program, where she was able to develop her aerial skills even more. At the young age of 20 she graduated from the pilot academy and switched her focus entirely on the Euro-East's research project. For this research project she was able to fly a modified version of the Saber-class Interceptor, which was gifted to her at the end of the project. During her time with the scientists, she learned the basics of hand-to-hand combat, combat with various guns and, most importantly, how to fix and repair spacecraft and certain types of land vehicles. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s>	<\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Kelsey Baker Age: 26 Gender: Female Personality: It shall be revealed in the RP. Home Faction: New Alliance Sponsored Faction: Euro-East Bloc Skills: Field medic and hand-to-hand combat Purpose: Military escort Strengths: Fast assessment of any situation with an extensive knowledge of medical practices allowing for in the field treatment. She is also very accurate with her assault rifle and rarely misses when the pressure is on. Weaknesses: Not a fan of insects. She is also prone to receiving headaches that random times when under extreme stress. Weapons: Special Equipment: Her exosuit armor was given to her by the Euro-East which gifts her with increased strength to compensate for what she lacks. Armor/Wear: Biography: Kelsey was born in the New Alliance and always dreamed of going into space to explore the great unknown. The best way she found to do this was to join the military where she learned the skills needed to become a combat medic on and off the battlefield . During her time in the military she made many connections and even had a few friends in the other nations which is how she was able to get her hands on an exosuit for the expedition through the wormhole into the unknown system.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s>	<\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s>
<\|description\|>Sera Kennithson Age: 27 Gender: Female Personality: I'll do this as we go. --- Home Faction: Sino-Russo Sponsored Faction: Sino-Russo --- Skills: Scouting, Moving really really fast, Close-range combat Purpose: Initial planetary scouting to identify threats and protecting researchers from said threats. --- Strengths: Sera is ideal as a scout in the field, she is agile, adapts very quickly to certain situations – for example a gravity shift – and her reflexes are above par. Weaknesses: Not especially bright, whilst Sera does understand your average amount of science, but nothing further than the basic levels. She is also – contrary to her own beliefs – not very strong. It turns out her battles are won mostly due to her experience and her fighting style which uses enemy strength against them. --- Weapons: H0003-12X – Codename: 'Shocklance' The aptly names Shocklance is a close-range wrist mounted weapon which when activated releases a beam of energy designed to stun and incapacitate enemies, especially useful when fighting fast moving or flying enemies. The beam that shoots out is approximately one metre long meaning that many consider it a melee weapon. WX234-EDU – Codename: 'Blinkfusor' The Blinkfusor is a projectile based weapon; it launches a high velocity disc-shaped explosive at an enemy. Due to limits in the speed of the disc the explosives for this model have been toned down meaning that it has nowhere near as much power but it inherits far more speed from the user making it a favourite for faster moving users. --- Special Equipment: Specialised Kinetic Interference Boots – Codename: 'Ski's' Using inbuilt jets these boots produce just enough upwards thrust for the user to hover 5 centimetres above the ground, in combination with an inbuilt kinetic disruptor they allow the wearer to completely bypass friction on the ground. The result is allowing the user to 'Ski' across any surface without losing momentum. It may not seem much but if the wearer chooses too they can temporarily bypass the kinetic disruptor sending more power to the jets resulting in some upward thrust. This means that with some patience and skill in an area with enough hills the wearer can achieve great amounts of speed. WX34-12D – Codename: 'Solar Rail' What appears to be a space glider, the solar rail is just that. Well technically it's an apparatus which allows the user to "surf" on solar waves so to speak, in space this could allow for full on flight but on planets with a standard amount of Earth Gravity it works pretty much as a high-manoeuvrability glider. With a higher gravity it probably wouldn't work at all, anything lower and you get some more freedom of movement. Armor/Wear: Standard lightweight battle suit: Lightweight and highly flexible this standard issue battle suit is perfect for soldiers moving at high speeds, it provides decent protection at the lowest possible weight. Each piece is segmented at the joints allowing for a full range of movement; however this does mean that the wearer loses some potential protection. Vehicles: None that warrant mentioning. Biography: Despite being born in the motherland of Russia, Sera's parents were actually of New Alliance decent; they simply did not share all of their views and instead moved to the motherland itself. After they had done this they began to aid in the progression of the Russians technology, Sera's father was busy helping with neurological implants – unfortunately he was always one or two steps behind everyone else and never really made much of a push into the technology. Her mother on the other hand was helping with the invention of the new gadgets that the Sino-Russo soldiers were being armed with. Two parents, both involved in the war industry was bound to end in a soldier child. It's common sense. Sera, was taught in normal education, fancy schooling was too expensive and home-schooling required too much time on her parents parts, it was all in all a normal childhood. After she left standard education she joined up with the military, spent a few years here and there going up in some ranks, to E2 to be precise, although sometimes she may stretch the truth and claim to be E3 to non-military people, just to seem a bit more important. Then she dropped out of the actual fighting forces before she ever had the chance to go to an actual war. It was all training exercises among other things. It was, as she put it "boring". After that drop out she stayed in the military, in fact she moved to the R&D departments with her parents, to be precise the gadget departments. She didn't have a high enough education level to be able to de research that was all sitting around doing nothing and testing theories, Sera wouldn't have coped. Rather she helped to test out new inventions, firstly was her favourite – something she is still armed with to this day the 'Ski's'. They let you move fast, it was adrenaline pumping, heart pounding excitement that Sera was seeking, and those boots gave it to her. Cycle forward another year or so and she moved again, this time to a scout squadron armed with those very same boots, some solar rails and a few weapons of choice. That was only half a year ago. Now she's on this mission, to go through a worm-hole. This time she had no choice but to stay put in one place, seemingly for as long as she lived. It would be a one-way trip according to officials. But, it would have something none of the other positions had – excitement and adventure. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s>	<\|message\|>Sera Kennithson Sera walked out of the ship, the world she stepped into was breath-taking. The wildlife was... questionable from her first impressions, reptilian monkeys? She supposed that most folk-tales had stranger creatures, but those typically had the courtesy to stay in their folk-tales as nothing but a fantasy. The geology was nothing special, there were plenty of hills and all so her ski's would be useful, but they were nothing compared to the thick jungle canopy they had landed next to. Her mind was under stress, so much new stuff to experience, so little time. So much in fact that she for a brief moment shrank away from her professional side. Being able to say nothing but, "What do we do now?" rather than thinking for herself. Which may have been for the best.</s>
<\|description\|>Dex Slipstream Age: 27 Gender: Male Personality: Dex. is a cocky and headstrong young man, who believes he can take on the world and whatever armor it is wearing. He often makes brash decisions and often comes out holding the short straw, but he bounces back just as fast and might just succeed the next time. He takes offense quickly and is often ready with a comeback, having studied you prior to a conversation, he may not always succeed but bless the boy, he plans. Though he is questionable in terms of how he perceives himself and others, he understand that when it comes down to business, he can't slip up, saving mistakes for his personal endeavors and not when it comes to money. During jobs, he is often serious and highly irritable, wanting everything to go exactly as planned under threat of storming off and brooding. He is a gambling man, often taking risks by accepting impossible jobs and betting on impossible odds because he "had a feeling" and often against people who are much more powerful than himself. Though he would look like the person who would disrespect you in an instant, he has decent manners to those he feels deserving of them but not for those he has issues with. Home Faction: Euro-East Sponsored Faction: Freeman, earns his own keep (works for a living). Skills: Dex, lacking any strong education, is by social terms a yokel. However as he always says, "a diploma doesn't make a person. Dex is weak when it comes to reading but mathematically, his mental arithmetic is superb, though only when it comes to practical things, like whole numbers and decimals. He other then his sound maths, can tell you the name, worth and use of an object just by glancing at it, he wouldn't be a good scavenger if he didn't. He is also good with machines, may they be small and finicky or big engine blocks and rocket motors, he is a male Tinkerbell, just a bit more inappropriate though. Purpose: Shrewd business, bad-tempered gunslinger and mechanic extraordinaire. Strengths: -Repairing anything that is a machine or can be fixed with machines. -Fast and accurate shot with a handgun. -Good at bartering as he knows the value of things. (a screw? one credit. a watch? 1000 credits. A good time? priceless.) -Muhammed Ali… But white, a few run-ins at the bar have honed his skills at punching and kicking things and or hitting things with obscure objects. Weaknesses: -Fond of drinking, often gets drunk and does something stupid. -Isn't fond of any large guns, Mostly because he is small framed and because they take up space that could be occupied by treasure. -Ill-Tempered, prone to outbursts if not handled with caution. -Gambling Man, when it comes to a good wager, it is all or nothing and it often ends up with a scuffle and a few loose teeth. Weapons: -.49 Kolt Revolver, with a blued barrel and cherry grips. -A large bowie knife he wears at his hip when things get uncles and personal, it is dull grey with a 3D printed stag antler as a grip. -His only "Big Gun", a 10 gauge lever action shotgun with synthetic trimmings replacing the wood. He leaves it in his ride most of the times, only taking it out when needed. Special Equipment: -Revolver Auto Loader, a device that is strapped to his wrist and linked to the revolver electronically, when the revolver cylinder is open and the shells are slid out, a small arm comes out and loads in 6 new rounds instantly. -SAT/RAD/COMM Jammer, a device that gives him and his vehicle total electronic invisibility if it is in range of any scanner. -Satchel Charges, he keeps half a dozen in the boot of his vehicle incase he needs to blow through a wall, collapse a cave or start an ambush. -Finally and probably most importantly, a small hydroponics bay in his vehicle that he grows dwarf tobacco in which he rolls into cigarettes. Armor/Wear: As seen in the picture but with a leather aviator jacket that has those cool fur trims. underneath it he wears a white T-Shirt and a ballistic vest, capable of taking a few rounds but won't help against energy weapons, explosives or fire. Vehicles: The love of his life, he had put it together himself, salvaging pieces from wrecks and building it in the style of holovideos from the 1950s, though it may look clunky and slow, he can assure you its the fastest thing in the area, clocking a smooth 200 miles an hour. On the back he has a set of dust diverters, to send the dust cloud behind him back into the floor, to avoid giving away it's position, when parked he turns on it's invisibility function and only shimmers occasionally Biography: He was born to a Belarussian mother and a Canadian father and raised on a rocky, dusty outpost in the thick of Saturn's belt. On a place like that, a solid education was hard to come by, the people being too busy repairing things or prepping ships to actually teach, so he was neglected in that way but the community more then payed their dues. They taught him instead to be practical, stripping away things that would have been useless to them and teaching him how to do fast maths and fix anything that was busted, along with teaching him the science behind what he did and basic literacy skills in a few languages, armed with these basic skills, he scraped a C in the government tests.But because of is skills with fixing and building things, he was head engineer by the time he was 20 and had attracted a lot of attention to the outpost from the larger cities in the belt. When the wormhole had been discovered, he sent out a volunteers notice to the government but they denied him, wanting brighter people to be the first to go. So he waited when the exploration phase had finished and civilians were allowed to go through, he jumper at the opportunity. With his parents blessings and his slim savings, he managed to get a cramped spot on a transport and headed to the new system. Once there, he made profitable business by salvaging and looting drop pods before officials could come and collect their contents, he had made a name for himself and had a minor bounty on his head. This had attracted a lot of good and bad news to him, he joined a gang, they looted drop pods together but soon they stabbed him in the back, literally trying to kill him in the middle of the night because he would always find the little pieces that were worth more then what ever anyone else could scavenge. From then on, he wouldn't tolerate groups who thought they could do what ever they wanted, he went back and had his revenge and in turn they put a 50,000 Credit bounty on his head, but he wouldn't let anyone have his head… Other than the girls at the Whorehouses... Other: He frequently calls home, back to his friends and patents. As exciting adventuring is, he needs some time with loved ones as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream "Wonderful," he said simply, putting on the co-pilot's headset. Dex's hands worked skillfully at the ships controls, the tiny font of the labels clear to his eyes that were use to small writing by now, as Ronica's labels were just as hard to read. After a few moments of what seemed to be absent minding flicking and clicking, a small projection of the ship appeared infont of the pair, turning ever so slowly and displaying information. He leaned back into the chair and put one leg over the other and crossed his arms as he scanned the diagram, he tutted and shook his head. "The pneumatic pressure in the left-rear landing leg is a bit low, you should ask to get that checked before we take off," he fell silent again and scrutinized the image throw seemingly nonchalant eyes, "Reactor coolant levels are also a bit low for my liking but it shouldn't be an issue." Dex leaned his chin into his hand and continued to look at the floating diagram, he turned to the pilot and smiled, "The name's Dex, Slipstream."</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s>	<\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s>
<\|description\|>Piotr Yurievich Gagarin (See what I did there?) Yup, I went there. Age: 27 Gender: Male Personality: You'll see. Home Faction: Sino-Russian Bloc Skills: Electronic maintenance, translation, good at computing as well. Purpose: Piotr is a Neuro-linguist and an electronics engineer. His role is not only to repair any neurological enhancers that might get damaged, but also will serve as an interpreter (Or "Code-breaker", to be more precise), in case of an encounter with another intelligent being. Strengths: Piotr is very persuasive and, even though he doesn't have a massive build, can be intimidating at times, as well as a fast-learner. Weaknesses: Too demanding. He'll do anything to have things done his way, even though it not might be the best for the situation. It can create quite a bit of tension sometimes. The Viper. A Machine Pistol with a rather small clip, but can fire in a really quick burst. This gauntlet, the YYZ-2112. Not only does it include any tool he might need in case of a faulty microchip, this new technology advancement gives him the ability to levitate and move around any small object, from a tiny transistor to a small rock, or even a switchblade, although the bigger the object, the more energy it consumes. Use with precaution. His proud and joy, the Ilyich 1.0 microchip. Quicker and smaller than any other chip in the market, the Ilyich serves as a wireless connection between his brain and a network of supercomputers. This allows him to access databases and communicate with other devices, as well as projecting images and output devices when connected to his gauntlet. Basically a computer... without the computer. Armor/Wear: Nothing too fancy, civilian apparel, according to the climate. Vehicles: No, he gets anywhere he needs either by foot or with someone else. Biography: An orphan, he was taken by the government at a young age, which explains why he can be harsh with others sometimes. Showing proficiency in math and languages, he was quickly targeted by the Bloc to be one of the many explorers of the Solar System. After graduating with Honors in Neuroscience and Linguistics from the University of Moscow, when The Incident happened, his government knew exactly he was the one to explore this uncharted figment of the universe. Other: Due to... reasons, he despises drunks, smokers, and pretty much any vice around.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson Sera walked out of the ship, the world she stepped into was breath-taking. The wildlife was... questionable from her first impressions, reptilian monkeys? She supposed that most folk-tales had stranger creatures, but those typically had the courtesy to stay in their folk-tales as nothing but a fantasy. The geology was nothing special, there were plenty of hills and all so her ski's would be useful, but they were nothing compared to the thick jungle canopy they had landed next to. Her mind was under stress, so much new stuff to experience, so little time. So much in fact that she for a brief moment shrank away from her professional side. Being able to say nothing but, "What do we do now?" rather than thinking for herself. Which may have been for the best.</s>	<\|message\|>Piotr Yurievich Gagarin (See what I did there?) "We survive". Piotr stepped out of the ship just as the creature attacked Jack, being able to see what happened. In the split second he spent outside the ship before the incident, he couldn't help but stare at the jungle, astonished. They had made it, they were the first to explore this unknown spot in the universe, and it was up to them to study and catalog the place. But before they could do their duty, they had to assure their own safety. As the attack happened, he immediately realized the imminent danger they were exposed to. They weren't at home and, as far as he knew, anything could mean the end for this squad of Space Explorers. It would take a while to get used to the idea of having to be careful of absolutely everything around them, but they had to do it if they wanted to get back home at some point. "You", he said while turning his head at the hurt soldier, "if I were you, I'd get that checked immediately. For all we know, that creature could have injected some sort of neurotoxin and you could die any second now". He now directed his speech to everyone around him. "As for the rest of you, I'd suggest you to be really careful. You may not have noticed it yet, but we are no longer on Earth, so don't act as if we were. Be wary of your surroundings. If something gets close to you, it's likely to eat you".</s>
<\|description\|>Captain Regina Rios Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): Appearance With Armor: None Homeworld: New Alexandria, Reach, Epsilon Eridani System Race: Human Rank: Captain Position: UNSC Navy Captain of the UNSC Trinity Primary Weapon: M90A CAWS Shotgun Secondary Weapon: M6H Magnum Handgun Personality: Whenever Regina is usually on duty she tends to have a rather stern attitude and an air of authority over the people she works with, she is very smart and one of the best tacticians the UNSC has. Whenever Regina is off duty she is very laxed and will even socialize with the men and women she works with, she is actually very loving and caring towards the people she considers her friends and family but she will not show it on duty. Bio: Regina Rios was born on September 29th, 2515 in the city of New Alexandria her father was a UNSC marine while her mother was a nurse working in the hospital in New Alexandria. Growing up Regina lived a normal life having friends she would always listen to her fathers stories whenever he was home on leave. Having an interest in joining the UNSC when she turned eighteen Regina joined with the UNSC Navy, training for a few years and graduated becoming a lieutenant and assigned to the UNSC Harrisburg for a number of years eventually becoming the first officer aboard it. As the Human-Covenant War started Regina fought in many battles and being assigned to various other UNSC vessels up until the Battle of Reach, still the same rank she was assigned to the UNSC Superior a Marathon Class. During The Battle of Reach the UNSC Superior suffered major damage the captain died due to injuries suffered, Regina now in command managed to destroy two Covenant Cruisers before being ordered to fall back to Earth, much to her discontent seeing her homeworld being glassed before her and her parents Regina fell back with the remaining UNSC vessels that were ordered to made a blind jump, eventually making it back to Earth a few weeks later. Regina read all of the reports and received word that her father died during the Fall of Reach though her mother survived. She was eventually given the rank of Captain of UNSC Superior, then the First Battle of Earth started when the Prophet of Regret invaded the Sol System joining the rest of the Home Fleet managed to take down a few Covenant ships before Regrets Carrier broke through the lines and started the attack on New Mombasa. The coming weeks eventually The Prophet of Truth came and continued the battle until the finishing days of the war Regina was finally able to get some time off. Spending time with her mother on Earth spending her time away from the battle several years pass and she was given the control over the second Infinity Class the UNSC Trinity. Name: Sharia Age: 5 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: None Homeworld: UNSC Trinity Race: Smart AI (Appearance Human hologram is a light purple) Rank: None Position: UNSC Trinity's Ship AI. Primary Weapon: None Secondary Weapon: None Personality: Very smart, can be very cocky and tends to act higher then anyone else though she does care for her human care takers. She tends to also flirt with girls a lot of the time just to joke around, she works well with Captain Rios. Bio: Originally made from a human donor like most 4th Generation Smart AIs, Sharia was made towards the end of Trinity's construction. She was made to watch over and protect the crew of the Trinity, Sharia helps keep the ship running properly. Sharia is usually seen on the bridge of the Trinity and talking with Captain Regina Rios, and always calls her by her first name. Misc Info: Name: Sophia Harris Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan Commander Primary Weapon: MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System Secondary Weapon: M7/Caseless Submachine Gun Personality: When not on duty Sophia tends to be very friendly and outgoing with those she knows very well, but when she is on duty she will be very strict with those who work under her she is very smart, she tends to be very calm when in the middle of a fire zone. She can be your friend but if you betray her in someway you will be treated poorly. Bio: Originally born on Earth and raised in Chicago on Earth Sophia lived with her parents growing up Sophia was very popular in her school, both of her parents were teachers. As Sophia got older she would look up news on the war when she turned eighteen Sophia enlisted with the UNSC Marine Corps, when she completed basic training Sophia was just a private back then. After a few engagements with the Covenant Sophia was asked to join the ODSTs which she accepted, when the Covenant attacked Earth Sophia was now a leader of her own squad. She was assigned to the UNSC Superior working along with Captain Rios, Sophia participated in the ground assaults when Truth came to Earth a few days later after Regret left. She participated in the Battle of Voi when the portal was activated Sophia and her squad watched as Truth fled to the Ark. A few minutes after that the Flood came her and her squad were ordered to retreat. Fighting off the last of the Covenant on Earth then the war was over. About a year after the war Sophia was recruited into the Spartan IV Program, where she was trained at Anvil Station and participated in the War Games. Due to her leadership Sophia was given the assignment to UNSC Trinity as the Spartan Commander aboard it. Misc Info:</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer -Rose, UNSC Trinity Rose begins to reload, seeing that the elite was threatening to kill his prisoner. "Rose, I'm detecting signs of a significant data cache of forerunner intel as well as a forerunner weapon." Rose nods, but then bangs her fist against the wall as a , then ducks back around the corner to hide from the fire of the two jackals. "Bridge, this is Rose. An elite has made off with a significant Forerunner data cache, a Forerunner weapon and a scientist. I'm going to take a prisoner." She says through her COM, before darting out. In a split second, she decided to take the Jackal with the shield. The shield would be good for research on shield technology, and she figured it would be easier to take a Jackal nor injured rather than a Jackal with several bullets wounds. Rose fired a few more rounds into the already-injured Jackal, and then slammed into the shielded Jackal, pinning it to the ground and ripping the pistol out of it's hand, breaking a few fingers of the alien. She lifts the jackal like a child and pin's it's gun to her armour, carrying the creature under her arm away to a containment cell. -Verdin, Unfathomable Truth "Major, I'm redirecting you. You shall move to regroup with special operations officer 'Tevum. He is conducting a very important mission. Chocon out." Just as Verdin snapped off the COM, a new window opened up with a flash, displaying a face of a Human. This is very unusual. Who are these different races. He listened to the person who started to talk to him, and then formulated a plan. It may be dishonoring, allying with Humans, however if this Sith Empire did not know about the Covenant, he could use this as a tactical advantage. "Sith Empire, I am Fleetmaster Verdin Chocon of the Covenant. The forces that we are attacking have stolen technology, technology that has been set by the gods for us to discover." He clicked his mandibles.</s> <\|message\|>Carl Celdak Reza stopped moving as he spoke again into his comm, this time to Khazo, "Officer 'Tevum, this is Major 'Mosam. We have been informed that you require assistance. Where are we needed and how can we be of use?" According to the mission data the Unfathomable had sent him, Khazo's last location was possibly a few hallways away as well as a floor below. Curse these humans and their confusing, maze-like ships. --- Technology from gods? Carl thought to himself. Though he doubted said tech was in fact by divine beings; having those that used the tech being called gods by a faction with space-faring ships meant it was probably very powerful technology. With that in mind, the General wondered if the Republic knew about this UNSC faction and the artifacts that the Covenant had in their disposal. It was somewhat odd of the Republic to be here and suddenly allying itself with this UNSC faction. He hoped the Sith Empire could gain from the retrieval of this tech, and maybe he'd rise higher as well. Carl doubted a lasting alliance could be made with a religious group like this, especially if the Sith got a hold of this technology themselves but it would be necessary to team up in order to halt the escape of this UNSC faction. His thoughts were but a brief few seconds when he spoke back to Fleetmaster Verdin, "Well it seems our enemy, the Republic, has allied itself with your thieves. We will offer what help we can with our fighter and bomber squadrons as our fleet tackles the Republic fleet. We will also send some of our boarding craft to help apprend your thieves. Send us priority targets so we can send a squad of bombers to disable them." Carl knew he was overstepping his authority, as he had no command over the vessels of the fleet but he figured that, if everything goes well, the Sith Lord won't get too upset. Besides, a temporary truce would increase their chances of success against the Republic and their friends, instead of it being a three-way battle in the Republic scum's favour.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia & Watters arrived at Khazo and his hostage's location from different directions within seconds of each other. "Watters don't fire on the person in the weird armor, he or she is from one of the ships that is helping shoot Covenant boarding craft." Felicia examined the situation, she didn't recognize the alien species before her. She extended the lightsaber in her left hand. Leaving her left one free to be used as a blaster. "You want to release the hostage and return everything you took." Watters watched in fascination of Felicia. "I think that is some form of mind control being employed." Taber thought aloud. Watters took aim with her assault rifle to kill the elite as soon as opening presented itself.</s>	<\|message\|>Captain Regina Rios "Listening in on the Covenant's transmission to the other fleet." Sharia said looking over at the captain for a moment, as she continued to focus on controlling the ship as well and giving the bridge crew targets to fire on. "We also have one of our new allies on board helping with Watters with getting the hostage out of there grasp as well as the Forerunner tech we uncovered. And Fire Team Dauntless, as well as 228 and Commander Harris are making their way to the engine room, I've locked down the stragglers in the engine room." Sharia said, the captain looked at the AI and smiled at her. "Thank you, send orders to the other ships to focus on their fire on the Covenant still." ---------------- Once Dauntless had caught up with 228 and herself Sophia quickly called for the tram, which quickly came by and then got inside of the tram which would quickly move down the length of the ship, and eventually came to the engine room. Sophia was the first one out, and looked to the team of ODSTs and at 228. "Focus your fire on the Covies, but leave the sangheili team leader alive he might have useful information and could use him for a prisoner exchange." Sophia said, and made it to the blast doors to the engine room, seeing the giant reactor at the center of the room. And the team of Covenant on the other end of the room and quickly made her way to cover and started to fire on the weaker targets first, taking out a Kig-Yar sniper. ------------------ Nara followed Carl over to the communications console just in time to see Verdin appear, crossing her arms over her chest listening to what the alien had to say never having met this alien species before she was interested and wondered if they would be of any use to her. She looked towards the commander as he gave the order to send boarding crafts over to the Trinity which was a good idea. The Sith Lord gave Carl a pat on the shoulder and then turned to Verdin. "Like my commander has said we will help you retrieve what they have stolen from you, I will come over to your ship soon. We will also send you coordinates for a safe location for you. " Nara said turning to Carl. "You have command I will visit this Fleetmaster myself." Nara then started to leave the bridge and made her way to the hangar where her personal craft was, and quickly flew it out of the hangar to the Unfathomable.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters The Steele Chameleon dropped out of Hyper Space near the battle going on. HK-51 was plugged into the weapons console firing at any of the boarding craft, under strict orders not to destroy but to cripple beyond repair. Taly was flying like a madwoman attempting to prevent any one target from being able to lock on to their ship. Felicia was on the comms. "To the UNSC Trinity this is the Steele Chameleon we picked up your distress call, we are here to render aid as best as we can. Whatever is wrong with your Hyperdrive I suggest you get fixed soon. This sector of space is quite unfriendly. We need to leave before a Sith ship picks up your distress call." ------------------ Spartan Watters had to clean the blood and brains of a marine off the visor of her helmet. She gathered all the grenades of every marine in close proximity. Using some EB Green she taped them all together. She began firing what some may see as incompetently. She was forcing the Covenant forces to group together as much as possible. As they started to gather she pulled pins on all the grenades and let it cook for a second or two then threw the mass into the crowd. She watched the as the group turned into a very beautiful mist of Covenant blood. From the chest up her armor was completely drenched in blood. A marine to her right started whooping and hollering. She smacked him upside the head.</s> <\|message\|>Captain Regina Rios "We have a subspace anomaly captain, getting a small ship unknown is coming in. As well as hail patching it in." Sharia said looking over at Regina. Regina stood up from her seat walking over towards the communications officer. "Thank you for the assist, we are currently working on getting out slipspace drive up and running, just keep them off our backs. We are sending you targets just keep them off a bit longer." Regina said looking towards Regina and gave her a nod ordering her to light up some boarding crafts to take out. "How long till the slipspace drive is active?" Regina asked looking towards Sharia for an answer. "Five minutes but it wont get us far it will take awhile to get the proper repairs done." Sharia answered. "Give us five minutes, if you can give us a safe location to jump." Regina said to the Steele Chameleon. ----- Sophia rolled out of the way from a Covenant elite just in time to see 228 shooting an Elite in the chest with his shotgun, she turned to look at him and gave him a quick nod in thanks. Sophia quickly went for cover and took aim at a group of grunts with her assault rifle taking a few out in a single burst, and then tossed a frag grenade out at a pair of jackals taking aim at a few marines who were pinned down. Sophia watched 228 going for a sangehili zealot, knowing that they were a big threat. "228 be careful." She said over the radio as she focused on suppressing fire on the covenant.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia began talking to herself trying to work out the best location. She eventually settled on the location of the last Republic Warship they saw the Valor. She transmitted the coordinates. "Location is the last known location of the Republic Warship Valor. Not sure who the captain is but to be on the safe side make sure only the absolutely critical systems are powered up." ---------------- Spartan Watters gathered what was left of the Marines. She ordered two Marines to take command of the tank. She then ordered several more to gather the wounded on the far side of the tank where they would be protected from stray fire. While the rest were ordered to gather any weapons, ammo, and grenades, didn't matter if it was Covenant or human. Taber Fuson relayed a status update. On a computer station behind the tank Watters had Taber bring up a video feed of several areas. One area showed nothing but dead humans and plenty of Covenant forces. "Could you?" Taber analyzed the area. "Possibly. No human life signs in the vicinity. The Captain won't be to happy." Watters shrugged it off. "As you wish." The side of the ship was damaged in that area. "Taber overloaded a damaged power conduit running through the area which caused the side of the ship to blow out. Sucking out all the Covenant forces. "Sealing off the area to prevent someone from accessing the area. "Be prepared to have the captain rip you a new one." Watters straightened up. "Meh. One highly unvaluable area off limits versus Covenant reaching half a dozen critical areas unimpeded." Watters grabbed some ammo and then marched off. To another location of Covenant forces. "Watters I always wondered why the eggheads didn't come up with a virus to kill the various Covenant races, release that on a ship instant end to the threat. What about you?" Watters checked her ammo gauge. "No fun." Taber chuckled.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia began talking to herself trying to work out the best location. She eventually settled on the location of the last Republic Warship they saw the Valor. She transmitted the coordinates. "Location is the last known location of the Republic Warship Valor. Not sure who the captain is but to be on the safe side make sure only the absolutely critical systems are powered up." ---------------- Spartan Watters gathered what was left of the Marines. She ordered two Marines to take command of the tank. She then ordered several more to gather the wounded on the far side of the tank where they would be protected from stray fire. While the rest were ordered to gather any weapons, ammo, and grenades, didn't matter if it was Covenant or human. Taber Fuson relayed a status update. On a computer station behind the tank Watters had Taber bring up a video feed of several areas. One area showed nothing but dead humans and plenty of Covenant forces. "Could you?" Taber analyzed the area. "Possibly. No human life signs in the vicinity. The Captain won't be to happy." Watters shrugged it off. "As you wish." The side of the ship was damaged in that area. "Taber overloaded a damaged power conduit running through the area which caused the side of the ship to blow out. Sucking out all the Covenant forces. "Sealing off the area to prevent someone from accessing the area. "Be prepared to have the captain rip you a new one." Watters straightened up. "Meh. One highly unvaluable area off limits versus Covenant reaching half a dozen critical areas unimpeded." Watters grabbed some ammo and then marched off. To another location of Covenant forces. "Watters I always wondered why the eggheads didn't come up with a virus to kill the various Covenant races, release that on a ship instant end to the threat. What about you?" Watters checked her ammo gauge. "No fun." Taber chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 didn't give the commander a response, focusing instead on his familiar dance with the Zealot's blade. He attacked from the right, the Zealot forced a parry from the left, the Zealot attacked from the left, 228 parried from the left and countered from the right and so on and so forth. Both warrior's focused on the opponent in front of them, the rest of the fight happening being drowned out by the sound of 228's katana meeting the Energy Blade blow for blow. After what seemed like eternity, the Spartan found his opening in the Zealot's guard. Slamming the hilt of his katana into the Elite's chin area, the spins and slices twice on the Zealot as he stumbles, once to knock out the shields and the second time to take off the Zealot's head. Rotating in a full circle once, he thrusts forwards through the Zealot's chest and pulls out, sheathing the sword, pulling out his shotgun, and continuing the fight as the Zealot fell to the floor with a wet thud.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Watters encountered several more Marines on her way to her next objective. She sent them to the docking bay to reinforce that position. Before she got to her next objective she stopped by the armory to gather materials for her trap. Once at her objective she began placing landmines to thin the very large heard of Covenant coming for the bridge. She waited around a corner, for the distinctive boom. After a few minutes the first boom came, followed quickly by a second and then a little longer a third. Taber brought up a thermal imaging display from the security cameras on Watters HUD. Using that Watters used that to throw grenades with decent enough accuracy to thin it out more. Once she used up the last of her grenades she pulled out her assault rifle to finish them off. -------------------------------- "UNSC Trinity my Hyper Drive is spooled up, we're ready to go at any moment just give us the word." Felicia was getting worried it's been nearly fifteen minutes and they said they would be ready in five.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer -Rose, UNSC Trinity Rose begins to reload, seeing that the elite was threatening to kill his prisoner. "Rose, I'm detecting signs of a significant data cache of forerunner intel as well as a forerunner weapon." Rose nods, but then bangs her fist against the wall as a , then ducks back around the corner to hide from the fire of the two jackals. "Bridge, this is Rose. An elite has made off with a significant Forerunner data cache, a Forerunner weapon and a scientist. I'm going to take a prisoner." She says through her COM, before darting out. In a split second, she decided to take the Jackal with the shield. The shield would be good for research on shield technology, and she figured it would be easier to take a Jackal nor injured rather than a Jackal with several bullets wounds. Rose fired a few more rounds into the already-injured Jackal, and then slammed into the shielded Jackal, pinning it to the ground and ripping the pistol out of it's hand, breaking a few fingers of the alien. She lifts the jackal like a child and pin's it's gun to her armour, carrying the creature under her arm away to a containment cell. -Verdin, Unfathomable Truth "Major, I'm redirecting you. You shall move to regroup with special operations officer 'Tevum. He is conducting a very important mission. Chocon out." Just as Verdin snapped off the COM, a new window opened up with a flash, displaying a face of a Human. This is very unusual. Who are these different races. He listened to the person who started to talk to him, and then formulated a plan. It may be dishonoring, allying with Humans, however if this Sith Empire did not know about the Covenant, he could use this as a tactical advantage. "Sith Empire, I am Fleetmaster Verdin Chocon of the Covenant. The forces that we are attacking have stolen technology, technology that has been set by the gods for us to discover." He clicked his mandibles.</s> <\|message\|>Carl Celdak Reza stopped moving as he spoke again into his comm, this time to Khazo, "Officer 'Tevum, this is Major 'Mosam. We have been informed that you require assistance. Where are we needed and how can we be of use?" According to the mission data the Unfathomable had sent him, Khazo's last location was possibly a few hallways away as well as a floor below. Curse these humans and their confusing, maze-like ships. --- Technology from gods? Carl thought to himself. Though he doubted said tech was in fact by divine beings; having those that used the tech being called gods by a faction with space-faring ships meant it was probably very powerful technology. With that in mind, the General wondered if the Republic knew about this UNSC faction and the artifacts that the Covenant had in their disposal. It was somewhat odd of the Republic to be here and suddenly allying itself with this UNSC faction. He hoped the Sith Empire could gain from the retrieval of this tech, and maybe he'd rise higher as well. Carl doubted a lasting alliance could be made with a religious group like this, especially if the Sith got a hold of this technology themselves but it would be necessary to team up in order to halt the escape of this UNSC faction. His thoughts were but a brief few seconds when he spoke back to Fleetmaster Verdin, "Well it seems our enemy, the Republic, has allied itself with your thieves. We will offer what help we can with our fighter and bomber squadrons as our fleet tackles the Republic fleet. We will also send some of our boarding craft to help apprend your thieves. Send us priority targets so we can send a squad of bombers to disable them." Carl knew he was overstepping his authority, as he had no command over the vessels of the fleet but he figured that, if everything goes well, the Sith Lord won't get too upset. Besides, a temporary truce would increase their chances of success against the Republic and their friends, instead of it being a three-way battle in the Republic scum's favour.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia & Watters arrived at Khazo and his hostage's location from different directions within seconds of each other. "Watters don't fire on the person in the weird armor, he or she is from one of the ships that is helping shoot Covenant boarding craft." Felicia examined the situation, she didn't recognize the alien species before her. She extended the lightsaber in her left hand. Leaving her left one free to be used as a blaster. "You want to release the hostage and return everything you took." Watters watched in fascination of Felicia. "I think that is some form of mind control being employed." Taber thought aloud. Watters took aim with her assault rifle to kill the elite as soon as opening presented itself.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s>
<\|description\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Age: Around 56 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): N/A Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): Homeworld: Reach Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Position: Spartan-II Primary Weapon: M90 CAWS Shotgun if close quarters, Sniper Rifle System 99D-S2 Anti-Matériel for recon and long range Secondary Weapon: Single Edged Katana/M6G combat pistol/combat knife and kukri knife, all stowed on his person Personality: Foxtrot-228 is like most Spartan-IIs and has a hard time in social situations outside dealing with his fellow Spartans. Being one of two surviving Spartan-IIs has been hard on him, making him more introverted and anti-social than normal. Bio: Foxtrot-228 has shown high levels of proficiency with all forms of weaponry at all ranges, but he seems to have a prefereence for being relatively close to the combat, using the M90 CAWS, M6G Magnum, and his knives and katana in tandem with each other. Along with that, he has vulunteered on several occasions for recon missions that the ODST and recon Spartans deemed suicidal and impossible and returned unharmed with mission critical information on the Insurrectionist and Covenant targets while having removed key targets in the recon area. Incredibly lethal hand-to-hand combatant, considered to be a Hyper Lethal Vector on par with Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117. Misc Info: Katana is made of high carbon steel, with an anti-flash, non-reflective titanium carbide coating, edge coated for corrosion resistance. Uses an Active Camouflage Module. Is paired with UNSC Smart AI 9287-2, code name Alice. Specializes in CQC, mid-range combat, and advanced recon.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Spartan Watters when not in cryo was usually in one of two places training on S-Deck or in the armory. This time though she was patrolling the most likely areas for a boarding party with a squad of ODST. These ODST she had known before her ascension to Spartanhood. They knew her better than her parents did. They understood her unusual way of speaking and even her nonverbal communication. Watters had no need to call in for a status update her A.I. Taber Fuson kept her apprised of all relevant information. Taber also kept an eye on the Covie ships looking for smaller ships coming their way with a boarding party. If one was sent Taber would calculate the most likely insertion point so Watters and her ODSTs could get there hopefully before the they could exit their craft.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Foxtrot-228, lovingly called LT by Alice, wasn't in his cryo pod, nor was he training his hand-to-hand techniques on the S-Deck. He was on the firing range, checking the range that his sniper rifle was calibrated to. Normally he kept to sighted in to just under it's maximum range, so he was always able to take out any priority targets he came across on recon missions deep in Covenant territory. He'd gone straight to the firing range when Alice informed him that the battle had been interrupted by a sudden and forced jump into slip space. Never hurt to sight in one's weapons, or to clean them even though he'd not really fired them much since being assigned to the Trinity. "Orders coming in, LT. Looks like we're prepping to take the fight to the Covies." Firing one last round down range, which took his target in the head. Placing the weapon back on it's place on the rack, he grabs his shotgun and places it on his back along with his katana and the M6G combat pistol he almost always had on his hip. "How's the damage to the Trinity? Anything we can use to keep them at a distance?" Alice rolled her eyes in her picture on the top left of Foxtrot-228's HUD. Of course he was more worried about tactical information than anything else. Guess old habits really did die hard with her Spartan II. Of course, her concern was him and always would be. And her Rampancy had been taken care of when the UNSC had recovered the two of them from Requiem, so she wouldn't be leaving the LT anytime soon. "Engines and weapons are down from what Sharia will share. Shields are just barely in working order and our friends followed us over to...wherever the hell we are. Astrogation charts are useless as there's no readily identifiable star clusters nearby." 228 grunted and headed for the bridge. Maybe the captain could shed some light on what exactly had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer "Are you sure you want to use that?" Emily shakes her head in response to Cody's question, slinging her rocket launcher onto her shoulder and grabbing an MA5C off of the table in the center of the room. Cody shrugs and grabs his own set of weapons. A moment after they begin picking grenades, Andrew strolls in as if he was having a casual day at work, grabbing a standard loadout of a pistol and rifle. "You been grabbing the drugs, private?" Emily asks, a grin on her face. "You know, I'm not sure the UNSC will react well if you are nicking all of the morphine for adrenaline pumps and overdoses." Andrew looks back at her with a grin on his face. "Shut up, or I'll give you a prostate exam and then tell the UNSC I did it because you and Cody slept together." Emily and Cody's faces both go red as Andrew laughs. The door of the armory slides open, and Samuel takes long strides toward them. "Sergeant on deck! Dauntless, form up!" Emily calls, and the trio stand ramrod straight in a line along the table they were organizing their weapons on. Now that they were paying attention to their squad leader, they saw that there was someone in white armour following behind. "At ease," Samuel says, standing opposite of his team, the Spartan standing aside. "This is Spartan Rose. She will be accompanying us, mainly for spook reasons-" Rose gives Samuel a sharp look from beneath her helmet, and he returns the look, though a lot more casually. "Go ahead. If you don't like the way I speak, say it yourself." Rose turns to the ODSTs again, and clears her throat. "According to our resources, star charts, and cross referencing of data analysis, it has been concluded that this is a new system. For ONI sections one through three, including ONI division delta six, I am required to gather intelligence of this system." She turns her head back to Samuel, who scowls lightly. "Dauntless, grab your gear." Arrow had been gathering information on the current scenario, and was compressing and piling files in Rose's storage drive on the Trinity. "You know," He says in her helmet speakers, "You didn't need to be so harsh with them. Even though Mr Peterson looks ready to shove you out of an airlock." Rose giggles quietly, and wiggles her eyebrows at Samuel's image on her HUD. "Jeez, you make that sound like I was angry." She says, watching fireteam Dauntless grab their equipment. Once they are done, they move out, Rose following.</s> <\|message\|>Sari Nevran Unknown Sector Republic Warship Valor Sari stood on the bridge of Thranta-Class Corvette she had her arms behind her back overlooking the bridge, with a small fleet of five ships. One of the bridge crew looked down at the communications. "Ma'am we are getting a distress call." The communications officer said turning to look over at Jedi Master Nevran, she started to walk over towards him. "Play it." She said, and the officer nodded as he turned it onto the intercom. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." The officer looked up at Sari looking for orders, listening to the message once more. A different officer, the navigations officer, looked up as well. "We can be there in ten minutes, maybe eight if we push the engines," she claims. Sari closed her eyes sensing a disturbance in the force, and nodded. "Set in the course then order the fleet as well." She ordered, the navigations officer nodded as she put in the coordinates the Republic fleet went into hyperspace. The edge Between the Seat of the Empire and Unknown Sector. Imperial Warship Crescents Wrath Nara sat in her seat quietly looking out into the view port of her ship watching as a few fighters flew by the bridge, so far the day had been rather dull. She stares at the Oppessor for a moment until she heard one of the bridge officers voices, Nara sighed as she stood up and approached her. "We are reciving some sort of distress call within the Unknown Sector." She said staring at her for a few seconds before pressing a button letting the message play. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." It took a few moments before Nara said anything she had never even heard of these factions before, and then nodded. "Order the fleet to intercept them, we will drag them back with us if we have to." Nara said before turning back to sit back in her command seat. The navigation and communication officers nod before sending out the order to jump.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer Unfathomable Truth Intercept course with the UNSC Trinity Watching as the Operations officer does his work, Verdin begins to look through the ships' troop compliments. "Get troops to the boarding craft and dropships," Verdin commands. "And then immediately launch a wave of boarding craft." The communications officer bows his head before relaying orders to the fleet. He turns around again to look back at Verdin. "Fleetmaster, the Valence is now back up to full operational status," he says. Verdin relaxes slightly. The CCS class ship would prove to be effective against the Trinity, he thought to himself. Before Verdin has a chance to reply, the command center's doors slide open to reveal a familiar face, whom bows before speaking. "Khazo, the ship is still under repairs," Verdin explains to the lower ranking Sangheili. "However, the fleet are now releasing boarding craft, and the Valence is operational to assist them. Go now to a craft, and fufill your orders. I know that they are of great importance." Verdin turns back to the operations officer, who gives a slight bow of his head. "The first wave of boarding craft has been released, fleetmaster." UNSC Trinity Current Location: Unknown Arrow multitasked, running through the ship's systems as well as monitoring what Rose and fireteam Dauntless were doing. Suddenly, there was a ping, as one of the Covenant ship's signatures duplicated, and then did it again, and again. It took a nanosecond for Arrow to realise that Covenant boarding craft had been deployed, as well as dropships. Quickly, he pings Trinity's communication and operation officers with an alert, and at the same time he informs Rose of the situation. "Rose, we have hostile boarding craft closing fast," He says, his face turning stern in his image in the corner of her HUD. She blinks before she looks down at the shorter ODSTs. "Dauntless, we have boarding craft closing in. Get ready for action!" She says, as the ODST's look at eachother. Not a moment later, Trinity's intercom goes off. "Now hear this, now hear this, Covenant boarding craft are approaching! Battle ready status, people!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Taber Fuson put up a way point on Spartan Watters HUD. She motioned for the ODST follow. If they got there quick enough they could ambush the Covenant forces as they exited their craft. The Spartan raced ahead to secure the scene just in case they were not quick enough. Taber Fuson had sent out a call to all forces in the vicinity of the exact location where the boarding parties would be entering, and kept them updated as they approached or if they changed headings. Spartan Watters quickly followed by the ODST team with her arrived in time to get behind cover and watch as they cut a hole into the side of the ship. The side of the ship fell with a loud thud. Before the dust even cleared six grenades were thrown into the hole. --------------------- "Mistress we are picking up a distress call of a ship under attack." Felicia didn't look up from her book. "Then make course for the location best possible speed. Then wake up our overzealous murderbot. Have him man the cannons. Make sure he knows to disable not to kill." Taly did as instructed. "At best possible speed without taxing the engines we will arrive in eight minutes." Taly then left to wake up HK-51. Felicia placed a bookmark and took a seat previously occupied by Taly. --------------------- Spartan Watters put a knife through the brain of the last of the Covenant forces from this boarding craft. She looked around, all the ODST were dead. She didn't have the time to mourn the last of her friends. She marched on to the location of some more Covenant forces. She picked up some random Marines on the way. She didn't bother to get their names or ranks they would be dead soon enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 had been on his way to the bridge when Alice told him the Covenant ships had launched boarding craft. Changing course for a nearby hangar. "Open a com channel to the captain." Alice smiles and static comes to life on the bridge of the Trinity. "This is Foxtrot-228 inbound to the hangar nearest my position. What's the readout on the incoming enemy forces?" As he walked he checked his shotgun, making sure a round was loaded. Putting it on his back, he draws his katana and checks for wear and tear. Alice talked as he worked. "Should have had you grab at least an assault rifle. We'll be fighting in a hangar after all. Maybe just your sniper would have been good, nice range and power, and you're one hell of a shot." 228 let Alice ramble on with a smile on his face. He wasn't sure what he'd do when she finally went rampant. Before he could get a reply, he heard the characteristic discharge of a plasma pistol from behind him and he rolled to the side, spinning and coming up in the cover of a doorway. "Nevermind, covies are saying hello." Alice cut the channel and 228 dove out of cover, rolled into a standing position and fired once, the unfortunate Grunt on the receiving end screaming as the buckshot took out his chest and breathing apparatus. Pumping the gun once, 228 shimmers from sight as he moves forward, his cloaking module activating.</s>
<\|description\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Age: Around 56 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): N/A Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): Homeworld: Reach Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Position: Spartan-II Primary Weapon: M90 CAWS Shotgun if close quarters, Sniper Rifle System 99D-S2 Anti-Matériel for recon and long range Secondary Weapon: Single Edged Katana/M6G combat pistol/combat knife and kukri knife, all stowed on his person Personality: Foxtrot-228 is like most Spartan-IIs and has a hard time in social situations outside dealing with his fellow Spartans. Being one of two surviving Spartan-IIs has been hard on him, making him more introverted and anti-social than normal. Bio: Foxtrot-228 has shown high levels of proficiency with all forms of weaponry at all ranges, but he seems to have a prefereence for being relatively close to the combat, using the M90 CAWS, M6G Magnum, and his knives and katana in tandem with each other. Along with that, he has vulunteered on several occasions for recon missions that the ODST and recon Spartans deemed suicidal and impossible and returned unharmed with mission critical information on the Insurrectionist and Covenant targets while having removed key targets in the recon area. Incredibly lethal hand-to-hand combatant, considered to be a Hyper Lethal Vector on par with Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117. Misc Info: Katana is made of high carbon steel, with an anti-flash, non-reflective titanium carbide coating, edge coated for corrosion resistance. Uses an Active Camouflage Module. Is paired with UNSC Smart AI 9287-2, code name Alice. Specializes in CQC, mid-range combat, and advanced recon.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 "LT, they're trying to blow the doors on their side of the hangar." 228 confirmed what Alice was saying visually, seeing some of the shield wielding Jackals moving to protect the ones working on the bomb. "Thanks, Alice." Activating his active camouflage module, 228 moves swiftly to the right flank and takes a position further back. Swapping the shotgun out for the sniper rifle, he scopes up and aims through a space between the heads of two shield wielding Jackels and pulls the trigger. CRACK The Jackel working on the bomb suddenly found himself without a head and fell over to one side. The gun shot had briefly disrupted the camo, but 228 was already moving as the remaining Jackal Marksmen fired on his previous position. {Watch the bomb, they're trying to blow the doors open. If you see a shot, take it, moving to subdue the Elite officer now.} Placing the sniper back on his back, he drew one of his kukri and moved up behind one of the marksman and pulling him back and plunging it into his chest, killing him without a sound. He repeated this with the next one. "LT, might I suggest shooting out his kneecap from a distance, that'll keep him from fleeing if he realizes things are going south?" Pulling his kukri free of the side of a Grunt's face, he considers before nodding and moving further back again. Pulling out the sniper once more after sheathing the knife, he waits for the right moment. {In position to cripple HVT. Signal when you want me to take the shot, Commander.}</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" As Khazo stood in the maintenance shaft he went through the channels in his communicator to get a report of the situation. "Shayan, report. How far are you from my position?", it didn't take long to get a reply but what he heard was less than comforting. The sounds of rifle fire and the panicked voices of the nearby troops only confirmed Khazo's belief that he was on his own, "Khazo, the engine room is under attack! My men were working on getting through but the rear doors have been locked down! Right now we are trying to blast the doors open but-wait...What was that?". The connection ended and Khazo slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. Not long then did he recieve a transmission from another soldier in the field, this one by the name of Major 'Mosam. "Major, I am carrying a hostage and an artifact. Both are vital to our cause, at the moment my extraction team is thought to be dead and I require escort to the nearest hanger. Meet me at my current location and from there we wi-", Khazo stopped speaking once he noticed the two humans surrounding him. To his rear was a demon who was taking aim as he looked over the other. The human he was facing was different from most, unlike those he fought before this one wore robes instead of armor, and her weapon was a blade much like his energy sword. She spoke to him, demanding that he release the captive and hand over the artifact. For a moment he felt the urge to do just that but he was able to shake the feeling off. "Return what I have stolen? Ignorant fool! This artifact is one of many left behind by the gods for my people! Your kin took them from us and you have to gall to declare me a thief?!". Khazo raised his energy sword to the throat of his captive and laid his back against the wall, giving himself sight over both humans. "Know this human, the demon you serve is the true thief. Stand aside and let me pass or I kill us all". Khazo twisted his wrist to show his last plasma grenade in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The blast created Reza caused Khazo to be disoriented for a moment but in that moment so much happened. Weapon fire came from both sides and Khazo tried his best to protect the hostage from fire as well as himself. The deflected round hit Khazo but only brought down his shield, the next two shots from the demon landed in the scientists head, thanks to her struggling to get free, allowing Khazo to toss the body to focus on his escape. The second shot meant for the plasma grenade landed in his wrist and exited out of his forearm. Khazo howled as the shots landed and he quickly threw the hostage up through the hole. When Khazo went to exit himself another shot landed in his arm, freeing his last plasma grenade from his grip and accidentally arming it. Khazo managed to exit the maintenance shaft but Reza was still in there. While in any other situation he would have left his comrade to die but seeing as he was wounded and desperately in need of backup he leaned his rifle into the shaft and blind fired in the direction of the heretics. "Major, the grenade!", Khazo yelled into the shaft before pulling his arm back up so as to avoid the blast. From what he could guess Reza had about four seconds to exit the shaft or be killed.</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti "What the FUCK was that? We had them!" Jason growled as he looked at the grenade and ducked from pot shots. The young Spartan popped back out from cover and charged his laser, firing off a deadly shot towards where Khazo was hiding. Hoping to at least hit near enough to take out the stupid Split-Jaw's shield. The boy didn't waste time waiting to see how his Shot had done. He threw a grenade at Khazo, trying to get it through the hole that Khazo was near. Then the Spartan turned and ducked into cover. Bracing himself for the blasts</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The Spartan laser took out the Sangheili's shields and blew off the armor on his right arm. The impact from the laser sent Khazo reeling back and once he got back up to his feet he began to sprint away from the blast hole. He wasn't going to wait anymore, he had already lost his captive if he lost the relic then his mission would be a complete failure unless he somehow managed to get back to the data archives. "Khazo 'Tevum to Unfathomable, my hostage has been killed and I am returning to you now. Requesting a fighter escort once I designate the hanger I will be exfiltrating from", Khazo glanced at his arm which had his blood oozing down it. Honor was something he did not care for, his comrades bought him some time and if they could catch up then that was great, if not then it was simply a part of war. --- In the engine room a large blast echoed throughout the reactor chamber. Shayan's men had managed to blow open the exit route and were scrambling out of the room. "Stay here and guard our exit!", Shayan ordered a Mgalekgolo which had recently lost its partner. The rest of Shayan's men followed him through the halls, mowing down the stragglers of the human forces moving between firefights. In short time the group stumbled into a Sangheili with several bullet wounds and a part of his armor gone. "Where is the rest of your team?", Shayan asked his commander as he looked over his injuries. "Dead. Come, quickly. We must find a hanger soon, two demons pursue me"</s>	<\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 followed the escaping Remnants, avoiding gunfire and silently taking out any stragglers who fell too far behind the main group. By the time they'd met up with a wounded Elite, who was carrying a duffle bag. "LT, that bag's got a Forerunner energy sig coming from it. I think that's our escapee from the data archives." 228 took a moment to shift his aim from the Elite he'd been following to the one with the duffle, lining up a shot with his knee. "Copy that, Alice." Inhaling, he exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger past it's first point and then firing. CRACK The sound echoed in the metal halls loudly, and 228 silently thanked whatever God was out there his helmet was designed to reduce noise. Even then, it was still loud and his ears rang loudly. The Elite carrying the bag, however, didn't get the chance to figure out what it was as his knee on his left leg was obliterated by the .50 caliber round. As he went down, letting loose an exclamation of pain, he threw the bag to the one 228 had followed and said something in their own language. "Oh no you don't." He placed his rifle on his back and sprinted at the pair, deactivating his active camo and drawing his katana. The wounded Elite shouted a warning to his friend, who turned back towards the Spartan, but could only gasp in surprise as the blade pierced his gut. "Thanks for leading me right to the leader. Enjoy whatever place you call hell." Twisting the sword, 228 cut it out of the Elite's side and picked up the dropped duffle bag. Checking inside and satisfied that the weapon was unharmed, he approached the wounded Elite and sheathed his katana again, drawing his pistol and ramming it into the side of his head. "Don't move, Split-Jaw, or my finger might twitch." Turning off the external speakers, he turns on his radio. {Command, this is 228. Weapon and data is secure along with the Elite responsible for the raid. Have medical and a containment cell prepped, I had to blow his knee.}</s>
<\|description\|>Sari Nevran Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Coruscant Race: Human Rank: Jedi Master Position: Jedi Primary Weapon: Double-bladed lightsaber, one end blue and the other end purple, which both can be separated into separate lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: The Force though she is more of a blade master but can use the force effectively. Personality: Sari is very smart and wise among her fellow peers, she is a very good strategist, though she is very friendly and will listen to those asking for advice when needed. Bio: Born as an orphan in the slums of Corusant Sari always tried to get by with stealing from others one day she came across a Jedi master, Sari would sneak up to him, only to have him turn around sensing that she was a force sensitive he offered Sari to come to the Jedi Temple. Having nothing else going on for her Sari joined him at the Jedi Temple where she started her training. After several years when she turned twenty she was given the rank of Jedi Knight, finally having the freedom to move around Sari explored the galaxy until the Sith finally emerged and she joined the front lines. Sari was eventually given the rank of Jedi Master due to her skill with the lightsaber, she was then given command of a small fleet ordered to watch over the unknown regions of the gakaxy. She eventually started to receive a distress call and was ordered to investigate. Misc Info: Name: Darth Nara Crescent Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Tatooine Race: Human Rank: Darth Position: Sith Primary Weapon: Dual lightsabers one red and the other purple. Secondary Weapon: The Force has a better mastery in force lightening. Personality: Nara always seems to be very angry a lot of the time when she is not in her armor her face always seems to be in a constant scowl, and she has been known to throw a person across the room just because they had angered her in some way. Bio: Nara was born on Tatooine as a slave to a crime lord, used mainly to get information anyway possible from her boss's rivals, when a Sith came searching for force sensitives he came across young Nara when he was going to buy her Nara's owner at the time said no only to anger the sith and killed him and every single last soldier he had in the room except for the young girl. He took her with him to train her as his own apprentice. He would constantly abuse her though throughout training her until one day she cracked when her master was not paying attention she would take his lightsaber that was not on his person and quickly slew him with his own weapon taking both of his lightsabers as well as his armor as her own. She eventually was given the rank of Darth and took a small fleet to the unknown regions of the galaxy along with the Oppressor, and her own flagship Crescent's Wrath. Misc Info</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" Unfathomable Truth An echo ran through the halls of the ship, alerting Khazo that there was a problem with the engines. He hadn't felt any tremors or heard any alarms so the theory of the heretics attacking was ruled out. Still there was a problem and he needed to be briefed on the situation, if it compromised his mission he needed to formulate an alternative to complete his task. Intelligence stated that the human ship they were engaged in, this "Trinity", was created for locating artifacts of the gods. His mission was to get aboard that ship, acquire any information on those artifacts and report back. With weapon in hand Khazo exited the crew quarters and made his way through the halls dodging crewmen scrambling to get the ship back to optimal standards. A Jiralhanae attempted to shove the Sangheili out of his way but was quickly put in his place with a single leg sweep. In another situation Khazo would have ended the Jiralhanae's miserable life, but he had more important things to do and so moved on ignoring the idle threats thrown his way. "Khazo! Khazo 'Tevum!", a familiar voice sounded from behind Khazo quickly made its way to his side. The voice's owner was Zalfud, a Unggoy assigned to the engineering level of the Unfathomable Truth. Khazo had become well acquainted with the Unggoy after meeting by chance before boarding the ship. From what time the two spent together Khazo saw a bit of himself in Zalfud, he lost many brothers in the war with the heretics and wanted revenge. Even if he wasnt a fighter Zalfud took pride in helping disciples such as Khazo take the fight to the heretics. "What is it Zalfud?", Khazo answered looking down at the Unggoy sprinting to keep pace with him. "There has been a problem with the engines-", he said almost out of breath. However Khazo kept his usual pace despite the Unggoy's lack of stamina. "I am aware of that. I am heading towards the command center to speak with the Fleetmaster" Zalfud took a deep breathe from his methane tank and sprinted up to his towering friend, "That's not all! From what I've heard the entire fleet is experiencing the same problem! What's more, we activated the thrusters just after exiting the void and immediately after our engines failed sending us on a intercept course with the heretic ship!", Zalfud had to stop, his energy depleted he took a moment to catch his breath. Khazo stopped as well and looked down at the Unggoy engineer. "Thank you Zalfud, once I get more information from the Fleetmaster I will inform you of what I learn", It was unusual for Sangheili to show respect for Unggoy, they were the underlings of the Covenant and many saw them as useless fodder for the heretics. Khazo however respected the little Unggoy, his loyalty to Khazo in the short time they knew each other showed him that the Unggoy are more than simple minded fools. "Thank you Khazo, good luck on your mission my friend!", Zalfud said with the before having to take in another breath from his tank. Khazo had not told anyone but the Fleetnaster why he was here. Officially he was not a stationed member of the Unfathomable Truth's crew but a passenger, Fleetmaster Verdin had only been told that Khazo was here to acquire information from the heretics. Khazo nodded and continued on his way to the command center. Upon arrival he approached the Fleetmaster and bowed slightly before looking around to get a sense of the situation, "Fleetmaster Verdin, I require a status report of the ship, I assume the situation is under control, as it usually is with your leadership", Khazo glanced over to find the body of a dead Unggoy being dragged out of the room, his cause of death Khazo would guess was the Fleetmaster. "However if the ship is incapable of assisting me in my mission I request a handful of Sangheili Rangers to accompany me on a transport ship to continue my mission", while he did not outrank the Fleetmaster Khazo's mission was stated as highly important by their superiors making Khazo and his needs among one of the Fleetmaster's priorities.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Spartan Watters when not in cryo was usually in one of two places training on S-Deck or in the armory. This time though she was patrolling the most likely areas for a boarding party with a squad of ODST. These ODST she had known before her ascension to Spartanhood. They knew her better than her parents did. They understood her unusual way of speaking and even her nonverbal communication. Watters had no need to call in for a status update her A.I. Taber Fuson kept her apprised of all relevant information. Taber also kept an eye on the Covie ships looking for smaller ships coming their way with a boarding party. If one was sent Taber would calculate the most likely insertion point so Watters and her ODSTs could get there hopefully before the they could exit their craft.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Foxtrot-228, lovingly called LT by Alice, wasn't in his cryo pod, nor was he training his hand-to-hand techniques on the S-Deck. He was on the firing range, checking the range that his sniper rifle was calibrated to. Normally he kept to sighted in to just under it's maximum range, so he was always able to take out any priority targets he came across on recon missions deep in Covenant territory. He'd gone straight to the firing range when Alice informed him that the battle had been interrupted by a sudden and forced jump into slip space. Never hurt to sight in one's weapons, or to clean them even though he'd not really fired them much since being assigned to the Trinity. "Orders coming in, LT. Looks like we're prepping to take the fight to the Covies." Firing one last round down range, which took his target in the head. Placing the weapon back on it's place on the rack, he grabs his shotgun and places it on his back along with his katana and the M6G combat pistol he almost always had on his hip. "How's the damage to the Trinity? Anything we can use to keep them at a distance?" Alice rolled her eyes in her picture on the top left of Foxtrot-228's HUD. Of course he was more worried about tactical information than anything else. Guess old habits really did die hard with her Spartan II. Of course, her concern was him and always would be. And her Rampancy had been taken care of when the UNSC had recovered the two of them from Requiem, so she wouldn't be leaving the LT anytime soon. "Engines and weapons are down from what Sharia will share. Shields are just barely in working order and our friends followed us over to...wherever the hell we are. Astrogation charts are useless as there's no readily identifiable star clusters nearby." 228 grunted and headed for the bridge. Maybe the captain could shed some light on what exactly had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer "Are you sure you want to use that?" Emily shakes her head in response to Cody's question, slinging her rocket launcher onto her shoulder and grabbing an MA5C off of the table in the center of the room. Cody shrugs and grabs his own set of weapons. A moment after they begin picking grenades, Andrew strolls in as if he was having a casual day at work, grabbing a standard loadout of a pistol and rifle. "You been grabbing the drugs, private?" Emily asks, a grin on her face. "You know, I'm not sure the UNSC will react well if you are nicking all of the morphine for adrenaline pumps and overdoses." Andrew looks back at her with a grin on his face. "Shut up, or I'll give you a prostate exam and then tell the UNSC I did it because you and Cody slept together." Emily and Cody's faces both go red as Andrew laughs. The door of the armory slides open, and Samuel takes long strides toward them. "Sergeant on deck! Dauntless, form up!" Emily calls, and the trio stand ramrod straight in a line along the table they were organizing their weapons on. Now that they were paying attention to their squad leader, they saw that there was someone in white armour following behind. "At ease," Samuel says, standing opposite of his team, the Spartan standing aside. "This is Spartan Rose. She will be accompanying us, mainly for spook reasons-" Rose gives Samuel a sharp look from beneath her helmet, and he returns the look, though a lot more casually. "Go ahead. If you don't like the way I speak, say it yourself." Rose turns to the ODSTs again, and clears her throat. "According to our resources, star charts, and cross referencing of data analysis, it has been concluded that this is a new system. For ONI sections one through three, including ONI division delta six, I am required to gather intelligence of this system." She turns her head back to Samuel, who scowls lightly. "Dauntless, grab your gear." Arrow had been gathering information on the current scenario, and was compressing and piling files in Rose's storage drive on the Trinity. "You know," He says in her helmet speakers, "You didn't need to be so harsh with them. Even though Mr Peterson looks ready to shove you out of an airlock." Rose giggles quietly, and wiggles her eyebrows at Samuel's image on her HUD. "Jeez, you make that sound like I was angry." She says, watching fireteam Dauntless grab their equipment. Once they are done, they move out, Rose following.</s>	<\|message\|>Sari Nevran Unknown Sector Republic Warship Valor Sari stood on the bridge of Thranta-Class Corvette she had her arms behind her back overlooking the bridge, with a small fleet of five ships. One of the bridge crew looked down at the communications. "Ma'am we are getting a distress call." The communications officer said turning to look over at Jedi Master Nevran, she started to walk over towards him. "Play it." She said, and the officer nodded as he turned it onto the intercom. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." The officer looked up at Sari looking for orders, listening to the message once more. A different officer, the navigations officer, looked up as well. "We can be there in ten minutes, maybe eight if we push the engines," she claims. Sari closed her eyes sensing a disturbance in the force, and nodded. "Set in the course then order the fleet as well." She ordered, the navigations officer nodded as she put in the coordinates the Republic fleet went into hyperspace. The edge Between the Seat of the Empire and Unknown Sector. Imperial Warship Crescents Wrath Nara sat in her seat quietly looking out into the view port of her ship watching as a few fighters flew by the bridge, so far the day had been rather dull. She stares at the Oppessor for a moment until she heard one of the bridge officers voices, Nara sighed as she stood up and approached her. "We are reciving some sort of distress call within the Unknown Sector." She said staring at her for a few seconds before pressing a button letting the message play. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." It took a few moments before Nara said anything she had never even heard of these factions before, and then nodded. "Order the fleet to intercept them, we will drag them back with us if we have to." Nara said before turning back to sit back in her command seat. The navigation and communication officers nod before sending out the order to jump.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Venti Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): (Scars all over his back and chest. He has a prosthetic Right hand, and a long scar on his chest where he was almost split open by a pissed off Brute.) Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): (It's Black and Deep Red as a secondary color. Visor is Red) Homeworld: Luna (Earth's Moon) Race: Human Rank: Spartan IV Position: Demolitions Expert and Exo-Atmospheric Combat Specialist Primary Weapon: Anti-Vehicle Model 6 Grindell/Galilean Nonlinear Rifle (W/AV M6 G/GNR) A.K.A. Spartan Laser Secondary Weapon: M395 Designated Marksman Rifle Personality: Jason is an Extrovert, he is outgoing and often making jokes or just conversation with others, including making Jokes while in combat. He is, however, highly intelligent and efficient. He has an undying loyalty to his comrades and will do anything to protect them. (More than once has he jumped out of an Evac Pelican and single handedly charged charged a Covenant Position in order to save a comrade who he didn't even know. But they were on his side and that's enough for him). He is considered to be one of the adept at dealing with Explosives of any kind in the UNSC, and excelled in his training in Zero Gravity Combat. He is also a bit of a Romantic, though he sure as hell isn't admitting it any time soon. The boy has a bit of a dark side that he refuses to let anybody he isn't close to see, or when it slips sometimes whenever something (like a Covenant Elite executing another human) sets him off. Bio: Jason was born into an anti-military family on the surface of Luna, the human colony on the moon, he grew up being taught that the military was evil. That all changed when his parents went on a Business trip to a small asteroid mining station turned insurrectionist colony called 'The Rubble'. The Covenant fleet seemed to be in disagreement with each other and attacked the Colony. A group of people escaped the Colony, but Jason's Parents never came home. Immdiately the boy went and signed up at the nearest recruiting station, and was soon in stated as an ODST. The knowledge that his parents never made it back and the pain he felt at this drove him to protect others at all costs. He never wanted anybody else to know his pain. The boy created his false disguise of Jokes and friendliness to hide the broken person beneath it all. Jason showed an excellent capacity for disarming, using, modifying in the field, and breaching with Explosives. Which led him to become the Demolitions Expert of the Death's Hand ODST Squad. It wasn't long after his ascendence into this squad that his undying loyalty to his comrades showed. The 2nd battle of New Mombasa, when the flood invaded. A Pelican had come in to get the Squad out, but Jason heard the calls of a Marine who was barely surviving and watching his Squad turn. The boy left his squad and waded through the army of flood in order to get this Marine out. He even saw the Legend itself; S-117. They had met whenever Jason reached the crazed Marine. The boy got the Marine out with the help of the Spartan who cleared a path through the monsters on his way to complete the objective, Jason just followed behind and was picked up by a Pelican searching for survivors. Shortly after that, he had dropped with his fellow ODSTs to clean up some covenant remnants that were on the Earth, during this battle he lost his hand in a fight with a Brute while trying to save a comrade. The man he was trying to save died before his eyes, then the Brute returning to attacking Jason. It nearly tore him open as it broke multiple rib bones and tore the skin, but his Squad mates had come back for him with the assistance of a Med-Evac Pelican. Brutes don't mix well with high caliber rounds. The boy barely survived as they stitched him up. These encounters, his unwillingness to give up, and the fact that Jason had managed to survive the flood put the Boy on ONI's radar. He had a small reckless streak for saving others, but that same fault made him SPARTAN material, as he was also completely unwilling to leave without each SPARTAN on his team or without completing the mission. In July of 2553, they approached Jason about becoming a SPARTAN IV. One of the Legends. He accepted without a second thought. The boy excelled in his training and was sent to Zero Grav school. Here he excelled as well, which led to his being drafted into the crew of the UNSC Trinity for her quest to track down the remaining Halos and Shield Worlds. He certainly wasn't expecting where this journey would take him. Misc: Partnered with Smart AI "Athena" who takes the form of the Greek Goddess. He also has the Variable Jetpack now being employed by SPARTAN IV'S. (Halo 5 Multiplayer Beta, and Spartan Locke Trailer features it. Mix between Jetpack and Thruster)</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 "LT, they're trying to blow the doors on their side of the hangar." 228 confirmed what Alice was saying visually, seeing some of the shield wielding Jackals moving to protect the ones working on the bomb. "Thanks, Alice." Activating his active camouflage module, 228 moves swiftly to the right flank and takes a position further back. Swapping the shotgun out for the sniper rifle, he scopes up and aims through a space between the heads of two shield wielding Jackels and pulls the trigger. CRACK The Jackel working on the bomb suddenly found himself without a head and fell over to one side. The gun shot had briefly disrupted the camo, but 228 was already moving as the remaining Jackal Marksmen fired on his previous position. {Watch the bomb, they're trying to blow the doors open. If you see a shot, take it, moving to subdue the Elite officer now.} Placing the sniper back on his back, he drew one of his kukri and moved up behind one of the marksman and pulling him back and plunging it into his chest, killing him without a sound. He repeated this with the next one. "LT, might I suggest shooting out his kneecap from a distance, that'll keep him from fleeing if he realizes things are going south?" Pulling his kukri free of the side of a Grunt's face, he considers before nodding and moving further back again. Pulling out the sniper once more after sheathing the knife, he waits for the right moment. {In position to cripple HVT. Signal when you want me to take the shot, Commander.}</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" As Khazo stood in the maintenance shaft he went through the channels in his communicator to get a report of the situation. "Shayan, report. How far are you from my position?", it didn't take long to get a reply but what he heard was less than comforting. The sounds of rifle fire and the panicked voices of the nearby troops only confirmed Khazo's belief that he was on his own, "Khazo, the engine room is under attack! My men were working on getting through but the rear doors have been locked down! Right now we are trying to blast the doors open but-wait...What was that?". The connection ended and Khazo slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. Not long then did he recieve a transmission from another soldier in the field, this one by the name of Major 'Mosam. "Major, I am carrying a hostage and an artifact. Both are vital to our cause, at the moment my extraction team is thought to be dead and I require escort to the nearest hanger. Meet me at my current location and from there we wi-", Khazo stopped speaking once he noticed the two humans surrounding him. To his rear was a demon who was taking aim as he looked over the other. The human he was facing was different from most, unlike those he fought before this one wore robes instead of armor, and her weapon was a blade much like his energy sword. She spoke to him, demanding that he release the captive and hand over the artifact. For a moment he felt the urge to do just that but he was able to shake the feeling off. "Return what I have stolen? Ignorant fool! This artifact is one of many left behind by the gods for my people! Your kin took them from us and you have to gall to declare me a thief?!". Khazo raised his energy sword to the throat of his captive and laid his back against the wall, giving himself sight over both humans. "Know this human, the demon you serve is the true thief. Stand aside and let me pass or I kill us all". Khazo twisted his wrist to show his last plasma grenade in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The blast created Reza caused Khazo to be disoriented for a moment but in that moment so much happened. Weapon fire came from both sides and Khazo tried his best to protect the hostage from fire as well as himself. The deflected round hit Khazo but only brought down his shield, the next two shots from the demon landed in the scientists head, thanks to her struggling to get free, allowing Khazo to toss the body to focus on his escape. The second shot meant for the plasma grenade landed in his wrist and exited out of his forearm. Khazo howled as the shots landed and he quickly threw the hostage up through the hole. When Khazo went to exit himself another shot landed in his arm, freeing his last plasma grenade from his grip and accidentally arming it. Khazo managed to exit the maintenance shaft but Reza was still in there. While in any other situation he would have left his comrade to die but seeing as he was wounded and desperately in need of backup he leaned his rifle into the shaft and blind fired in the direction of the heretics. "Major, the grenade!", Khazo yelled into the shaft before pulling his arm back up so as to avoid the blast. From what he could guess Reza had about four seconds to exit the shaft or be killed.</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Venti "What the FUCK was that? We had them!" Jason growled as he looked at the grenade and ducked from pot shots. The young Spartan popped back out from cover and charged his laser, firing off a deadly shot towards where Khazo was hiding. Hoping to at least hit near enough to take out the stupid Split-Jaw's shield. The boy didn't waste time waiting to see how his Shot had done. He threw a grenade at Khazo, trying to get it through the hole that Khazo was near. Then the Spartan turned and ducked into cover. Bracing himself for the blasts</s>
<\|description\|>Arven Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Mirialan Affiliation: Jedi Order Class: Jedi Consular Rank: Senior Jedi General/Jedi Master(not on the council) Saber Form: master of Ataru, form 4, and master of Soresu, form 3. Force Abilities: Tutaminis, force scream, force wave, mind trick, mend(though this takes a lot of energy to use), force push and pull, and stasis. Weapon(s): One, full length, green lightsaber. Personality: Arven is a patient man. He does his best to explain his reasoning with those who do not, at first, understand. He feels that anyone should be given a chance to redeem themselves. Arven is wiser than most and takes his time to think in order to come up with the best solution to a problem. Arven can't just leave someone behind. He will, against reason, fight to the death in order to save a loved one. In battle Arven feels that it is the general's duty to fight alongside his men. While off of the battlefield, Arven has a hand in most of the youngling's training. Bio: Arven keeps his history close but will share if anyone asks. Equipment: Black Jedi robes Comm link Lightsaber A supply belt with rations, a few medkits, a tracking device and other essentials.</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic had not expected the clones, but he quite enjoyed their arrival. As the gunships circled to extract the jedi Ruhk heard a new voice of his communicator,"Commander Pic, your regiment is on standby, awaiting your arrival and orders" Pic responded, "What is my regiments designation?". The voice, obviously a clone commander most likely at the forward base, quickly answered the jedi's question, "The 24th infantry regiment sir, led by clone commander designated CC-1313"Ruhk thanked the commander, and stowed his communicator, it would almost be time to meet his troops. As the gunship landed and Ruhk disembarked he saw a clone in yellow lined gear and assumed that must be CC-13, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again."</s> <\|message\|>Arven Arven found his company, it had about a hundred and fifty men. When he arrived they stood and saluted. "Be at ease, gentlemen." Arven replied. "Who is the captain here?" "That'd be me sir!" Arven saw a clone with blue markings on his armor. "I'm Captain CT-5252, if you prefer, our company refers to me as Fox." The clone stood still awaiting orders. "I am Jedi Master Arven, I'll be acting as your general today." Arven looked around for a bit. "Captin, be at ease." The clone relaxed more. The rest of the troopers were just staring at Master Arven. Perhaps they've never really seen a Jedi up close..? Or perhaps they're nervous that I don't know how to command? "What are your currrent orders?" "We are to repell the sepratist from their left while the rest of the army does this from their respective area." "That seems simple enough, do we have tanks? Walkers? Gunships?" "Yes sir, we have three RX-200 tanks, two AT-RT walkers and a LAAT gunship at our disposal." "Good, then divide your men into teams, I need the beam tanks mounting an offensive from the rear with the walkers providing support. I will use the gunship as a command center and for support." Arven looked at the clone captain. "Do you agree with the plan? Do you have any ideas?" "Yes sir. No sir." "In that case, get to it." Captain Fox turned and began dividing his men into the teams Arven had specified. Soon there were six men ready to operate the tanks, two for the walkers and six, including Captain Fox, ready to operate and ride in the gunship. "Now everyone, make sure your comlinks are open! I will be using them to advise your movements from the air." With that Arven jumped into the gunship and they were off. It didn't take them long to reach the droid front, it backed up very far, it was just droids - perhaps a few patches of geonosians, but it was a huge army. "Take cover, form a line and take cover." Arven spoke into his comlink. He saw the clones, like rats on the ground form a defensive line. "Tanks, take out their first line. Men keep in cover." The beam tanks swiped the line of droids, easily disabling them and several behind them. The droids were in disarray. "Clones, begin firing - do not advance. I repeat, do not advance." "General! There's a hellfire tank." Captain Fox pointed it out. Arven saw the two wheeled tank approaching his men. "Tanks! Concentrate fire on that hellfire. Everyone else, take cover!" The RX-200s turned and fired their beam cannons at the droid tank, it quickly exploded. "Continue the assult, do not advance until I say to do so. Keep firing." Arven remembered that the gunship had side mounted beam turrets. "Pilot, bring us in, lets use our beam turrets to take out some of their droids and anymore tanks." The clone pilot complied, the gunship hovered above Arven's men, facing the droid army. "Turrets, destroy what you can. Pilot, be prepared to take evasive maneuvers." Arven saw that the droids were falling back.</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s>	<\|message\|>Arven "Don't follow them - they will break us apart. Hold your ground and continue firing." The air filled with dust and sand as one of the other teams of clones took out a separatist starship. Arven covered himself against the dust storm which was taking place. After it cleared, the Jedi saw that the droids were mounting another assault. "Captain!" "General?" Captain Fox replied, he knelt down next to the Jedi. "Take command, I'm going to help with the defense." Arven ignited his lightsaber. "General, you shouldn't. There are thousands of droids." Fox had a tone of concern in his voice as he warned the Jedi against his plan. "I will be alright captain. You take care of command, make sure that the men do not advance until we have a clear opening. Any questions?" Arven held onto the rails in the gunship, the wind whipped his hair and robes around him. "You called us men." "Pardon?" Arven was confused by the captain pointing out what the Jedi had previously stated. "You called us men. No one has done that before, we're clones..." Captain Fox snapped back into his professional, military attitude. "Good luck general!" He saluted. And with that, Arven jumped out of the gunship. The ground approached the Jedi quickly, but as he was about to hit it, he used the force to gently touch down. He landed near the clone troopers. "Do not advance!" Arven deflected a blaster bolt. "Defend the position!" The clones formed a line and began firing at the advancing droids. The sand and dust still filled the air. Arven deflected another few bolts. A pure white beam, originating from behind the clone lines, began slicing through the droids. The droids were in retreat. "Advance!" Arven heard his com link come to life in his ear. "Go! Go! Go!" The troops around Arven advanced, he followed suit. Saber in hand, he ran alongside the clones, then they found the enemy. "Fire! Defend the position! Hold your ground!" Captain Fox ordered in all of their ears. "Captain!" The Jedi called to the captain, through the com link. "Sir?" "I'm going to try to flank them. I'm going around." "Alright sir! We'll cover you."</s>
<\|description\|>[N/A] Designation: CC-1313 Age: 10 Gender: Male Race: Human Clone Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis. Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor. Affiliation: GAR Rank: Clone Commander Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line. Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits. Other: Quirks: -Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival] The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops 24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army First Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231 Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Second Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Third Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk had been patiently waiting for whatever Windu's signal would be. The flight to Geonosis had been quick, but not being the greatest pilot had put master Ruhk Pic in one of the RTT's, and despite his only average pilot skills wished he had control of his own fate. But he had faith in the pilots, and he was right to, they got through the dogfight virtually unscathed. The quiet approach had been a bit nerve-wracking, but master Windu's abilities were never in doubt. Now all that remained was Windu's signal. Suddenly the bright purple Saber appeared on the balcony next to Dooku, "I suppose that's it" Ruhk chuckled as he threw off his cloak, jumped into the arena and activated his blue lightsaber, adopting a defensive Soresu stance, fully expecting blaster fire. Shortly Geonosians descended, and brought the fight he was expecting. Quickly switching to Juyo stances, Ruhk cut down three bugs that got a bit to close before charging a group of four or five more wielding there strange Geonosian blasters. Quickly dispatching them a larger group, ten or more of them, landed in front of Ruhk aiming blasters. Ruhk let out his force enhanced Ithorian screech, and shredded the Warriors like so much paper, seeing as it could shred plasteel the Geonosians didn't stand a chance. Suddenly battle droids emerged, flooding the arena. Though easily destroyed their numbers were daunting, and Ruhk had to cut down quite a few, switching between Juyo and Soresu stances, chopping and deflecting blaster fire as was required. Suddenly the druids and Geonosians ceased fire. Dooku implored the surrounded jedi to surrender, which none would. Ruhk hoped there would be help very soon, and then the clones arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Arven The droids stopped firing and the voice of Dooku resonated through the arena. He bid them surrender, something none of the Jedi were prepared, or willing, to do. Aren had been fighting for a long time, by this point, he had grown tired, but was not willing to surrender. He would rather become one with the force than fall so low. Arven, thought that there was no hope for their survival - then the gunships arrived. There were thousands of clones arriving in drop ships. Master Windu must have taken out their defenses, that could be what kept everyone waiting. The gunships created a perimeter around the surviving Jedi, landed and flew them away to the battle outside of the arena. Arven shared a gunship with Masters Fisto and Mundi. No one spoke casually as they flew to the nearby battle. The gunship landed in a cleared space, near a few tanks and other gunships. The three Jedi stepped out and were greeted by a clone in white armor with yellow markings. "Sirs!" The clone saluted, "I'm Commander Stone, we have three companies awaiting your command." Aren and the other two went their separate ways.</s>	<\|message\|>[N/A] "Twenty one minutes." A familiar voice spoke, it was his voice. CC-1313 sat in the LAAT/i gunship with about 29 other troopers. "I heard the about the hell you rose in the armory. A brave move, getting us those extra medical kits. You might get recycled for it." "Shut it 2231, I know what I did, and the possible consequences." CC-1313 looked up at his fellow Captain, who lead the 2nd Company, 1st Battalion. "I want all of us to fly back to the RAS Valiant, those medical kits will help." "You do realize that we're not all coming back?" "I know. I'll do my best though." CC-1313 grumbled quietly, he went to checking the gun sights on his DC-15A. CT-2231 stood silent, understanding the gesture. His Commander was a stubborn one, unrealistic. Yet, he felt compelled to help him, like his cause was noble. Despite everyone present being a clone of a single man, every trooper expendable, his Commander believed otherwise. Another voice spoke, "24th Infantry Regiment, 142nd/94th Gunship Wing. You are green light." The garbled voice said. CC-1313 braced himself, he heard massive slabs of metal groan and creak, then roll open. The hangers opened and the hot Geonosian air filled the hanger. Eighty eight of his gunships flew out of that hanger, and hundreds more followed. His wings branched off to the west, going towards a cluster of CIS forces. A new objective appeared on his HUD, Destroy the cluster of three Droid Factories at Grid-22-4-56 CC-1313 stood up and yelled over the sounds of the engine, "Pilot, status! And tell me what you see over there!" "Light enemy flak incoming. I see enemy armor and infantry near the objective." CC-1313 turned on the communications channel to his group, specifically, his regiment and the two gunship wings. "94th Wing, drop your troops 700 meters south. Third and Fourth Battalion, you'll have to run to the objective. 94th Wing, then cover the 142nd's approach, target triple-A and armor, then EI, priority in that order. The 142nd will be hot-dropping First and Second Battalion 500 meters away from the objective, southern approach. First and Second Battalions are to hold position until the Third and Fourth arrive. Gunships, provide air support to our attack. How copy?" The wing leaders repeated their orders back, then the battalion commanders. CC-1313 nodded in approval, "Good, commence operation." He heard the gunship engines growl and the center of gravity shift. Soon after, the gunship doors opened and the orange sands filled his view. Dozens of LAAT/i's were around his, dodging flak fire. One group dropped their altitude and CC-1313 saw infantry pour out of the gunships below. That meant they were roughly 700m away from the factories, and below them was the Third and Fourth Battalions. Seconds later, his own gunship dropped in altitude. Stopping only about a meter away from the ground, he jumped out of the gunship and looked above. The 94th Wing flew onwards to the factories, their missile launchers firing HE and HEAP missiles at the targets he designated, their lasers blazed away at whatever they could fire at. He then looked at the area in front of him. Cover was decent, large rocks were everywhere. This was a relatively easy operation, CC-1313 thought. "Take cover!" He heard CT-2231 yell. CC-1313 ran and planted himself onto a rock when the gunships that dropped him off took off. It took several hours, but the Regiment, with the air support provided, was able to successfully plant the charges and detonate them with minimal casualties. Destroying the factory. No new orders came in, instead they were put on standby. A superior opened a channel to CC-1313. "Be advised. You and your regiment will be assigned a Jedi, this Jedi will be your superior officer." CC-1313 stood dumbfounded for a moment, the only word he managed to say, was a loud and resounding, "What?!" The thought of an inexperienced Jedi leading his troops struck dread into the Commander. Needless to say, he was not happy about this decision.</s>
<\|description\|>[N/A] Designation: CC-1313 Age: 10 Gender: Male Race: Human Clone Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis. Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor. Affiliation: GAR Rank: Clone Commander Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line. Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits. Other: Quirks: -Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival] The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops 24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army First Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231 Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Second Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Third Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic had not expected the clones, but he quite enjoyed their arrival. As the gunships circled to extract the jedi Ruhk heard a new voice of his communicator,"Commander Pic, your regiment is on standby, awaiting your arrival and orders" Pic responded, "What is my regiments designation?". The voice, obviously a clone commander most likely at the forward base, quickly answered the jedi's question, "The 24th infantry regiment sir, led by clone commander designated CC-1313"Ruhk thanked the commander, and stowed his communicator, it would almost be time to meet his troops. As the gunship landed and Ruhk disembarked he saw a clone in yellow lined gear and assumed that must be CC-13, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again."</s> <\|message\|>Arven Arven found his company, it had about a hundred and fifty men. When he arrived they stood and saluted. "Be at ease, gentlemen." Arven replied. "Who is the captain here?" "That'd be me sir!" Arven saw a clone with blue markings on his armor. "I'm Captain CT-5252, if you prefer, our company refers to me as Fox." The clone stood still awaiting orders. "I am Jedi Master Arven, I'll be acting as your general today." Arven looked around for a bit. "Captin, be at ease." The clone relaxed more. The rest of the troopers were just staring at Master Arven. Perhaps they've never really seen a Jedi up close..? Or perhaps they're nervous that I don't know how to command? "What are your currrent orders?" "We are to repell the sepratist from their left while the rest of the army does this from their respective area." "That seems simple enough, do we have tanks? Walkers? Gunships?" "Yes sir, we have three RX-200 tanks, two AT-RT walkers and a LAAT gunship at our disposal." "Good, then divide your men into teams, I need the beam tanks mounting an offensive from the rear with the walkers providing support. I will use the gunship as a command center and for support." Arven looked at the clone captain. "Do you agree with the plan? Do you have any ideas?" "Yes sir. No sir." "In that case, get to it." Captain Fox turned and began dividing his men into the teams Arven had specified. Soon there were six men ready to operate the tanks, two for the walkers and six, including Captain Fox, ready to operate and ride in the gunship. "Now everyone, make sure your comlinks are open! I will be using them to advise your movements from the air." With that Arven jumped into the gunship and they were off. It didn't take them long to reach the droid front, it backed up very far, it was just droids - perhaps a few patches of geonosians, but it was a huge army. "Take cover, form a line and take cover." Arven spoke into his comlink. He saw the clones, like rats on the ground form a defensive line. "Tanks, take out their first line. Men keep in cover." The beam tanks swiped the line of droids, easily disabling them and several behind them. The droids were in disarray. "Clones, begin firing - do not advance. I repeat, do not advance." "General! There's a hellfire tank." Captain Fox pointed it out. Arven saw the two wheeled tank approaching his men. "Tanks! Concentrate fire on that hellfire. Everyone else, take cover!" The RX-200s turned and fired their beam cannons at the droid tank, it quickly exploded. "Continue the assult, do not advance until I say to do so. Keep firing." Arven remembered that the gunship had side mounted beam turrets. "Pilot, bring us in, lets use our beam turrets to take out some of their droids and anymore tanks." The clone pilot complied, the gunship hovered above Arven's men, facing the droid army. "Turrets, destroy what you can. Pilot, be prepared to take evasive maneuvers." Arven saw that the droids were falling back.</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s>	<\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s>
<\|description\|>Kiana Age: 238 Gender: Female Race: Dathomirian Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s> <\|message\|>Arven "Don't follow them - they will break us apart. Hold your ground and continue firing." The air filled with dust and sand as one of the other teams of clones took out a separatist starship. Arven covered himself against the dust storm which was taking place. After it cleared, the Jedi saw that the droids were mounting another assault. "Captain!" "General?" Captain Fox replied, he knelt down next to the Jedi. "Take command, I'm going to help with the defense." Arven ignited his lightsaber. "General, you shouldn't. There are thousands of droids." Fox had a tone of concern in his voice as he warned the Jedi against his plan. "I will be alright captain. You take care of command, make sure that the men do not advance until we have a clear opening. Any questions?" Arven held onto the rails in the gunship, the wind whipped his hair and robes around him. "You called us men." "Pardon?" Arven was confused by the captain pointing out what the Jedi had previously stated. "You called us men. No one has done that before, we're clones..." Captain Fox snapped back into his professional, military attitude. "Good luck general!" He saluted. And with that, Arven jumped out of the gunship. The ground approached the Jedi quickly, but as he was about to hit it, he used the force to gently touch down. He landed near the clone troopers. "Do not advance!" Arven deflected a blaster bolt. "Defend the position!" The clones formed a line and began firing at the advancing droids. The sand and dust still filled the air. Arven deflected another few bolts. A pure white beam, originating from behind the clone lines, began slicing through the droids. The droids were in retreat. "Advance!" Arven heard his com link come to life in his ear. "Go! Go! Go!" The troops around Arven advanced, he followed suit. Saber in hand, he ran alongside the clones, then they found the enemy. "Fire! Defend the position! Hold your ground!" Captain Fox ordered in all of their ears. "Captain!" The Jedi called to the captain, through the com link. "Sir?" "I'm going to try to flank them. I'm going around." "Alright sir! We'll cover you."</s>	<\|message\|>Kiana Kiana had been there in the coluseum, awaiting the signal. When she saw the flash of purple up near Count Dooku, she knew that it was time to strike. Throwing her cloak off, she ignited her green lightsaber. The ensuing battle was a costly one, for every hundred droids they dismantled, 1 of them fell, but 100 was nothing to the droids numbers. 1 was everything to a Jedi. Each of them that fell hurt every other of them, until, eventually, they numbered just 14 in the middle of the arena, Master Windu ordering them to make this a last stand that would be remembered in the archives. She glanced over to her old master, Plo Koon. Words were not spoken, but they both knew that it was better that than to join with a power-hungry Dark Jedi like Dooku. She had been down the dark path before and had no wish to return to it. She readied her blade. For some reason, this felt right. She imagined joining with the Force to be a pleasant experience. She just hoped that they didn't shoot her in the face. As a rule, Jedi don't believe in luck. What happened next, she considered the most lucky thing that had ever happened to her. Like flaming valkyries, gunships descended to the battlefield. At first, she was convinced that this was merely overkill on the part of the seperatists, but quickly noticed that the ships were attacking the droids. "So that wasn't just a bluff." she smiled as she felt the feelings of the soldiers aboard, all of them determined to rescue her and the rest of them. As the ships landed and troopers in gleaming white armour poured onto the battlefield, a commander with blue stripes approached her. "Ma'am, we have to get you out of here." he yelled firing into the horde of bloodthirsty robots. "Get everyone else aboard, we need to secure their escape." she ordered. "Not happening, your safety is our first priority." he replied. Kiana could feel that one of their order was still alive on the battlefield, but playing dead for the robots. "We have a man down and need to get him immediate medical attention." she ordered. She pointed into the crowd of droids. "Make us a path." she ordered. The Clone seathed beneath his helmet. "Of course." he growled. This wasn't good, he needed to make sure that she was safe and now they were going to throw themselves into certain death? "Never wanted to live forever anyway." he mumbled "Pilot, we have a man down in sector 12" he said, tapping his helmet. No sooner had he said that, that the Gunship that he had landed on hovered around and opened fire into the crowd with all of its weapons. Kiana charged ahead through the explosions. The Clone ran with her, as did their men, providing covering fire as they ran. Eventually, Kiana found an injured Selkath Jedi lying on the ground, next to the dead Reek. "Are you alright?" she asked him. "I..." he coughed "I'll survive..." he said, breathing heavily. As she applied preassure to the wound, the gunship flew in behind her and the medic rushed to the Jedi's side. Kiana got up, just in time to deflect a blaster shot from a Droid. She looked over to the commander who stood over a decapitated corpse. He had rolled the corpse onto its back and crossed it's hand across its chest. "We are leaving." Kiana yelled to him. He turned away from the body and ran to the ship, firing his pistol at the few remaining droids and vaulting onto the Gunship just as it began to lift off with them all inside. "Somebody you know?" Kiana asked him. The Clone didn't reply. They simply watched through the open hatch as the battle began to unfold beneath them. They landed in a staging area with the rest of the Jedi. She wasn't terribly confident in her ability to lead troops. 20 years ago, she had done so during the Stark Hyperspace war and it had ended... Less than desirably. "General, the 312th are at your disposal." one of the Commanders said, saluting her. She was taken aback. She turned to the Clone that was with her. "I don't believe we exchanged our names." "Canderous, ma'am." replied the clone. "Commander Canderous, I want you to direct these troops." she said "I believe that you are better suited than I." "Very good, Ma'am." he replied and quickly tapped his helmet "312th, this is CC-0023, I am taking command. I want a contingent of Battle-Tanks and our ground troops protecting the MAC's whilst they focus their firepower on those Trade Federation vessels, I want every other heavy weapon targeting the Techno-Union ships." he ordered. He then turned to Kiana "Every ship we let escape into orbit will come back to hurt us later on." he explained. "Very good, Commander." she said "We need to locate Count Dooku and the other Seperatist leaders, if we can capture them, then we can end this conflict before it begins." "With all due respect, ma'am, we need all of our forces to deal with this threat." replied Canderous. "1 Gunship will not make a difference to the overall result of the battle." She said, walking to the Gunship. Canderous seethed and followed her, jumping aboard with her. The ship took off and they began flying across the battlefield. As they flew past a Techno-union ship, Canderous moved up to the front of the gunship "Aim for the fuel tanks." he ordered. "Roger." he said, as a pair of missiles were released from the missile bays atop the gunship. They flew and smashed into the fuel tanks, shattering them and igniting the contents, turning the techno union ship into a falling inferno. Flying across the battlefield, they spotted the retreating droids, falling back from a push, lead by a Jedi. "Be safe." she nodded to him. "Sir." the Pilot said. "We have just received orders from General Windu. They have located Count Dooku. Generals Kenobi and Skywalker are moving to intercept... Master Yoda is also on his way." he said. "Very well, Dooku will be no match for all 3 of them. How long until we can get there." she asked. At that point, the ship was hit by AA fire. It rocked and began to lose altitude. "Engines hit. I can't maintain speed and altitude... Current Intercept time would be 30 minutes." the pilot replied. "Alright... Set us down there." she said, pointing to the Jedi. As soon as the ship set down, she and the Clone troopers jumped out, joining the push. Kiana managed to push her way towards the Jedi. "Master Arven. It's good to see you survived." she said. deflecting a blaster bolt with a flash of her green lightsaber. Canderous ran towards her as well, through a shower of red blasterfire. He spotted a squad of ARC troopers stood next to other Clone Troopers in the Jedi Generals Gunline. He shook his head at the sight, but then continued to fire back, as several Fighter-Tanks swooped past them and began to cut a swath through the droids lines.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Hawke Legel Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Evil Skills / Spells (No OP things): Despite being bad in strategic plans, he gives courage to all his soldiers, he is also quite the skilled swordsman. Key Information: A ruthless bastard of a king. He was once a kind king, who had friendly relations with all other kingdoms. Yet one day he suddenly without warning sent an army to Sakuya's borders and well…. started attacking without notice. This prompted questions, as to why they did such a thing. Eventually they retreated due to many magical beasts overwhelming them. Yet the king made a promise to all other kingdoms. That being he would have all their head hanging over his throne. Personality: rp bra Any extra features: Other: Name: Aden Hawke Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Chaotic Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Unlike his father he knows a bit about strategic warfare, and learned how to use a sword from his father. Key Information: Raised by a bloodthirsty king will make for quite a battle crazed child, and in this case it did. With a passion for war he was a true warrior to a warrior king. With the only difference being the son was vastly smarter than his father. Being tutored by some of the finest tutors, he has a kink for warfare. He is however more reluctant to go attacking everyone right away. Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Name: Sieg Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): He is the man who goes to the enemy territories and get information if needed. Which means hes a pretty sneaky guy. You wouldn't expect this from how he acts though. Key Information: He was Aden bestest friend growing up. Personality: He so lovable, look at his honest smile. Any extra features: Other: Chaoria Name: Sinoa Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Chaoria Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Chaotic good Skills / Spells (No OP things): As a necromancer she is able to control the undead, but bigger things are a bigger strain Key Information: TBR Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Name: Mira Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Chaoria Alignment (Like good, evil etc): ? Skills / Spells (No OP things): A Necromancer master, be prepeared to pull out all your tricks in order to conquer this one. Key Information: Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Unaffiliated Name: ? Age: looks to be in his twenties Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): ? Alignment (Like good, evil etc): neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Leaving no trace of himself, he proves to be exactly what he is. An assassin. Key Information: He has some mysteries to himself, however those that dwell to close to this end up dying when they get to close to the truth. Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other:</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "A challenge? To someone inexperienced with alcohol? It wouldn't be much of a victory but fine." Sinoa said and at the moment a servant came in with a pitcher. "Here you go my princess. Try, not to go crazy though." they said leaving it on the table, in which Sinoa lifted it up poured a glass and just chugged it in one go. She placed the glass on the counter and looked at Aria before giggling, as she stood up. "Your boobs are fucking huge!" Sinoa said poking Aria in the head as she started laughing. "Oh and why do you care?" Aden asked as he looked at her, turning towards her. "Even if I don't she performed Legel's custom and won. She earned the right." Aden said as he moved closer bending slightly to look her in the eyes. "For someone who should hate my guts, you are being really nice to me. Does the little one actually consider my feelings? Or does the little one like the one that would destroy her in a heartbeat?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria begins to laugh, sipping at the ale casually. "We'll never know if I won. Though, I probably did," She murmers, a smile on her face. "Yeah, your breasts are tiny." Aria comments back. This was going to be fun. Rose looks down sadly, and then tears drip down from her eyes, sliding down her covered eyes. She grabs Aden, and pulls him close, burying her head in his chest. "Both. Both. I consider your feelings, and I like you, okay!? I like you! Get over it! If you don't like me, don't want me, then go away! Leave! If you want to kill me, then do it, or leave!" She cries out, before letting go and turning away. She quickly walks away from him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Not uh, I won! You said hulf a glass. I drunked all of it! And it just mens, Awen wul be closr to my hwart" Sinoa said as she then tackled Aria and poked her face. Aden was a little shocked at the sudden hug, so when she walked away he grabbed her arm and proceeded to drag her behind him. He dragged her all the way to an alley, where he pulled her close and pulled her into a kiss. He held it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and looking at her. "You know I won't make you happy. You foolish little girl." Aden said with a slight smile on his face, before letting her go.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose's face turns red as she kisses Aden, a shy smile now on her face as the tears stop flowing. She blinks as she grabs hold of him, and pulls him into another, shorter kiss."You will. I know you will, Aden." She murmers, smiling at him, before laying her head against his chest. Aria blushes, and lifts Sinoa up as if she was a stick. She lays her down on the bed, and pokes at Sinoa's face, giggling. "Jesus, woman." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What an odd girl you are. I held innocent peoples lives in my hands, and instead of hating me you decide to like me." Aden said before pulling her off. "Well I think that's enough fresh air for one night." Aden said before walking back inside. As she was laid down, she pouted and flailed her arms. "Wheres my Awen!!!" She shouted and speak of the devil he enetred the room and saw the sight and face palmed. "What the hell happened to her?" Aden asked as he took a sip from the pitcher and looked at Aria. He was then tackled by Sinoa who hugged him quite tightly. "Awen!!! Im tiredddd lets go to bwd." Sinoa said as he pushed Aria out of the room and stuck her tongue out at the two sisters. "No disturbing, me and Awen are gwnna have pwivate time." Sinoa said closing the door.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she waves shyly at Aden before the door is closed. As soon as it is, she looks to her sister. Rose points at her lips, and then interlocks her fingers, and goes even redder. Aria smiles. "You can't be serious," She says, before getting a nod for a reply. Aria hugs her sister, before ushing her along. "Come on, go to bed, Rose." Aria says, before she moves off to find her own room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the sun shines through the windows, Aden awakens to Sinoa huddled up against him. Yet what caught his attention was a messenger bird perched on the table. When he took the message and read it. His eyes widened as he grit his teeth. He stood up with little warning for Sinoa who rolled over from the sudden shift. She lifted her eye to see Aden changing into his clothing, and he grabbed his sword as he stromed out of the the room and down the hallway. As he passed a servant, he grabbed them forcefully by the arm and glared at them. "Where is my Pegasus!?" he shouted while they shook and told him that he was in the stables. Aden stormed outside and found his mount indeed waiting for him. Sinoa came rushing out a little confused.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Hearing the commotion, Aria awoke, and climbed out of her bed, rushing out without any hesitation. She was used to waking up at sounds quickly in case of assassination, which was a huge possibility in the north. She followed a servant's directions down to the stable in record time, and looked at Aden. "What are you doing!? What's going on?" Aria asks, her voice a low growl, her hand on her sword's hilt as if she expected attack.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Leaving! I'm heading back to wipe Aluxaria off the damn map! Those bastards! I will have everyone living in Aluxaria buried in the fucking ground!" Aden shouted as he began rushing out of the stable on the Pegasus. "Now piss off fox, I don't have time for your crap today. I'll show those magical assholes what happens when they send an assassin to kill my father!" Aden proclaimed as he held his hand out to Sinoa, who took it and climbed on the Pegasus. And without further delay they took off into the sky, to head back to the capital of Legel.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria grunts. She knew that Legel and Sakuya were now allies, therefore if Legel were to be attacked, that would be an act of war... "Send a messenger to the Rarippe battalion!" Aria commands to a nearby guard, before she takes out a small, wooden object and flicks it before whistling into it. Within a moment, her Pegasus has landed in front of her. She swings herself on. "Tell them to head to Legel! And summon up the Tario company, too, if you can!" She shouts as her Pegasus takes off at lightening speed, wings flapping incredibly fast in order to catch up with Aden.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What happened Aden?" Sinoa asked from the back of the Pegasus, which made Aden turn his head and frown. "On his way back to the capital, Aluxaria sent some kind of metal assassin. They have my fathers body back at the capital and they are saying this is a rare powerful form of magic. And those Aluxaria assholes are the only magical kingdom where rare magic isn't that rare." Aden stated as he saw Aria in the distance and shook his head. "Freaking animals. I hope they are willing to play dirty. Cause I'm making sure by the end of the year, that Aluxaria meets its end."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The Pegasus' wings flap even faster as it accelarates to catch up with Aden's Pegasus, quickly catching up and flying alongside his Pegasus. "Aden, I'm coming with you, damn it! You can't hope to take out Aluxaria on your own!" She calls out. Back at the castle, Rose rubs her eyes and wakes up to knocking at the door. "Princess!" A servant calls out. "Come in!" She calls out, and the servant rushes in, going red at the sight of Rose in her sleeping garments, which was her underwear. "Princess, your sister and prince Aden have left to go to war with Aluxaria." The servant says. Quickly, she motions for him to leave, and then rushes to get some armour on. She was going to join in, if they were going to battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Me? No, but I'm going to play dirty. I'm going to watch as their own people tear them limb from limb. I'm going to kidnap cedia's prince and make those lazy assholes bombard Aluxaria from the sea. I will see every person in Aluxaria dead! No one escapes that kingdom alive!!' Aden shouted as he continued to fly and eventually landed on Legel's capital. Hopping off his mount his people lead him to the castles inside walking down a hallway and in a wide open room laid his father who was pierced nearly everywhere by metal spikes. "Father....."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria had landed right beside him, and walked after him quickly. She stopped at the doorway of the room with Aden's father, the king of Legel, and stares for a few moments, her jaw opened a bit. "Oh my god..." She whispers. "Aden, I'm so sorry." Rose mounts her Pegasus, and takes off, moving full speed toward Legel's capital.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Don't bother with your pity. I don't need nor want it." Aden said before looking at his fathers lifeless eyes. "You crazy man... I will suceed where you fell." Aden mumbled before walking out of the room and looked at one of his men. "Get Sieg, I have a mission for him." He told them, they nodded and walked off while Aden was then approached my Mira. "Aden, with your fathers passing.... you are now to become king. When do you want the ceremony?" She asked and he grinned. "I want my ceremony held in Aluxaria's burning castle." he said as he walked off to the planning room.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, a Pegasus lands outside, and Rose rushes in. "I heard what happened, Aden!" She says, before slamming into him and hugging him tight. Aria stares for a moment, then turns to Aden. "Prince Aden, you are clearly the more stronger force. As a princess of Sakuya, I declare the forces of Sakuya at your service upon request." Aria says. Rose glances at her sister, and then turns back to Aden, standing in her armour, and she nods.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Did you? Then you agree Aluxaria must be wiped off the map correct?" Aden asked while Sinoa stared at Rose who was getting to close for comfort. Aden nodded at Aria and pulled Rose away. "In due time, but for now we wait a bit." At the moment Sieg came in and bowed. "You need me?" He said while winking at Aria. "Yes, you like sneaking so go to Cedia, and capture the prince. That way I can use him as a hostage and get Cedia to help kill Aluxaria." Aden asked, while Sieg shrugged. "Sure give me a week."</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The two remaining commanders looked at eachother, and shrugged. If the attack was successful, and they were sure that it was, there would be nothing for them to clean up afterwards. They walked off their separate ways to organize the remaining idle troops. As they did, a young girl walked onto the battlements of the garrison, casually strolling as if nothing was going on. Men recognized their princess and got on a fist and knee as she passed. Rose didn't like that. She preferred them to continue their duties. One of the commanders spotted her, and walked forward, bowing to her. "My lady, you are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be back at Yasanctuar," He says, to which Rose shakes her head. "I will be staying here." The commander moves forward to grab her arm, and within an instant he is on the floor, her knee on his stomach, her left elbow resting on his neck while her right hand wields his own dagger. "I am the princess. Do not try that again," She hisses. She pushes her knee down, hard, and then pulls away, dropping his dagger onto the ground with a sickened expression. Rose proceeds to walk close to the battlements as the commander recovers, and sends a few spare men away to tell everyone that the princess was there. A major moral boost.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke The aerial unit received word form an aerial scout, the news made them shriek in joy(Birds). "Alright men we can do this! Double time lets go! Our princess is here to watch and gives us courage!!" The commander shouted before a giant rock flew though the air and smashed right into him and sent him flying to the ground where all you could see was a bloody pile. Standing in the front was a young man with red hair grinning. "Sorry freaks of nature, but I'm not a big fan of birds shitting on my parade! Catapults!" Aden shouted holding up his sword. "Rain rocks on these freaks." And with that command the rows of catapults in unison fired the giant rocks into the sky which caused heavy damage to the aerial unit that damaged the troops that were charging. The troops that remained charged the front gate with a battering ram smashing against the gate. One man with a pole arm who was riding a horse looked up at the battlements and eyed the girl. He then put his thumb to his throat and dragged his along to signal she was gonna slit her throat.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Men!" Rose shouted, turning back to those on the battlements, whom were doing barely anything to kill the forces at the gate. "Get all of the archers and pikemen to the gate. The moment it busts, put arrows into them. And you!" Rose points to a group of battle-ready men. "We will jump over the wall and land on top of them. Fire before you land!" With that, the men did as their princess ordered, whispering nervously to eachother. There was a crash as the gate got knocked in, and the sound of many arrows being fired, hitting the unsuspecting Legel troops. As soon as the screams of men were heard, those on the battlements, Rose included, leaped over, landing on top of the survivors and immediately engaging them in hand-to-hand combat. A platoon of men rushed out of the gate to support the defense, with even more coming. There was an ear piercing roar as a dragon appeared out of the clouds, swooping down upon the Legel forces, swerving around catapult rocks before strafing the catapults themselves with gushes of purple, burning gas. The second the first atom of gas hit the ground, the whole plume of gas lit up in an explosion.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden watched from the distance his troops and commander getting destroyed which made him rub his face. Thats when a dragon began its loud ass roar which made Aden shake his head as he looks up at the dragon swerving around. "Men get away from the catapults now!" Aden spoke getting on a horse and marching away from the catapults along with most of the troops and those that slacked were caught in the explosion. "Well dragons are unfair. Hmmm what to do. Well all their troops are at the garrison and if we get close I doubt its going to attack. Since the flying fuck singled us out." Looking back he pointed at the garrison with his sword. "Men get close to the Garrison. The beast wouldn't risk killing its lands people!" The troops looked a tad scared and hesitated slightly until a man in full armor upon a armored black mount came running in. "Men! Join your king in battle! Together we will have no fear of dragons! We will show this land, that we are not afraid of pathetic creatures such as dragons. We fear not even the gods!" The king shouted as he rode off towards the garrison which made the remaining troops shout in joy with their appearance of their king. The son sighed but got his own group of men and made his "Own charge not straight on though."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "The enemy are advancing!" A man shouts, as Rose ducks under a sword and delivers a swift punch to the owner's face. Looking up from the battle, she spots the enemy reinforcements, and the dragon finishing the last of the catapults. In the distance, the sound of a trumpet is heard, along with the clap of many footsteps arriving on the ground at the same time. Several long columns of men walk their way toward the Legel troops, all shouting in sync with eachother. "Death! Death! Death!" The voices of the Sakuya reinforcements echoed loudly through the land, their tactics designed to make the enemy fear them and retreat without further harm. Those that were left, however, would perish like the rest. The Sayuka troops left at the Garrison cheered, and Rose whooped. They all lined up, and joined in with the synchronized shouting of the word 'death', their morale boosted.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke With their chanting of death, the king ignored it and laughed even. "You hear that men, the silly animals think they can scare us with simple chants. Lets show these little wildlife that we don't fear death!!" The king shouted as he charged on with his men as the approached the garrison once more with the troops flooding inside. "P-princess! Please you must get to safety! We can't risk losing you!" The woman with fur covering her arms spoke, before her head was chopped off by the one man that was on the horse earlier. "Princess eh? You know, that was a dirty little trick earlier. I'm going to have to punish you for that one you know?" He spoke raising his pole arm while the cuts and bruises were shown over his body. That didn't stop him from swinging the pole arm directly at her though.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose grits her teeth. She indeed had to get to safety, however first she had a problem. As the pole is swung at her, she steps forward, closer to the man. She holds her hand out, grabbing the wood of the polearm, and yanking the man toward her. "Goodbye," She whispers, before she grabs the man's dagger, unsheathing it and giving the man's head a new colour of red. She sees a horse run around wildly without an owner, and try to escape from the battle, but she caught onto the reins and swung herself up. "Yah!" She shouts, pulling tightly on the reins as the horse shoots away from Legel troops, and at the same time, moves away from the Sakuya troops.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke The man would fall to the ground as one of the Sakuya commanders smiled. "Be safe my princess.... Men! Fight these men to the death!! Long live Sakuya!!" He shouted as the men rallied and fought the Legel forces head on while the princess retreated. However while she was escaping Aden was chasing after her. "Men assault the garrison from the back. Give them no mercy. Ill handle princess there." He ordered with the men nodding as they rode off to assault their rear. The prince caught up quite easily on horseback and looked at her as he rode at her side. "You don't look the type for this. Besides shouldn't you be locked away? I hear you mommy has the protective issue with you." He then grabbed the reigns and yanked them back making both of them stop. "So to stop you people from being slaughter like the animals they are, how about we make an agreement?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose growls quietly. She recognized the prince, and wondered what his game was. She may as well play along with it. If he attacks, she could just howl and men would come charging, no mercy whatsoever, and he had to know that. "I will only agree when I hear the agreement, and even then, I may not agree." She says, climbing off of her horse. The worst thing to happen would be for the horse to get knocked over and have her stuck beneath it's weight, so she simply stood to the side of it, looking up to the prince, her eyes a beautiful red colour. She looked too innocent.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Fair enough, that's what a future queen should say. Simply enough you have communication to these mythical beast that keep giving us trouble. So I want some of them. Preferably the most dangerous ones, before you say that I said any mythical creature. Also by dangerous I mean ones that can kill. I would like to use them against the Aluxarians. Of course you have rights to ask for something from me as well." Aden said stepping off his own horse as he stared her dead in the eyes. Giving off a serious expression, even though he felt like he was dealing with a child.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "No!" Rose says, looking him in the eyes. "I will not give up my future subjects to you." Her tail swishes behind her as her hand grips the dagger she had, ready to pull it in an instant. "Why do you even attack us? We are peaceful, and you come with your swords raised." Rose takes a step toward Aden, standing closer to him as she speaks once more. "Chaoria has been looking to improve long-term trading relationships with Sakuya. We've been declining, as relations are good enough, but maybe we can accept the deals if they can help us," She smirks. "I'm sure they will be happy to help us if we offer even better deals than they offered us. And that means goodbye Legel."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "A scare tactic? Hard to believe that from you. Chaoria is a country that minds its own business. It doesn't have any contact with the outside world unless they are in desperate need of something. But if this were true, who would stop Chaoria from simply using all our dead bodies to finish you guys off next? They wipe out Legel, and they have hundred of thousands of undead soldiers just like that. But fine its negotiations for a reason. No dangerous mythical creatures, but you must have Pegasus correct? How about supplying them instead? If you do. Well will stop our attacks." Aden spoke next crossing his arms as he stared at her, he looked at where the screams were coming from. "Might want to decide fast. Before all those that stayed back to protect you die a pointless death."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I believe that is your men dying, not mine." Rose says, lifting her head. She blinks as she hears another horn in the distance, and then the sound of many men running. She knew she was wrong. "We shall not be supplying you Pegasus. Pegasus are reserved to us and only us." She turns around. "So, if you do not mind, I'll be leaving with the rest of my men." She bit inside of her lip gently as she approached her horse, wondering if he dared to strike her from behind, or even attempt to hold her prisoner.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I believe that is your men dying, not mine." Rose says, lifting her head. She blinks as she hears another horn in the distance, and then the sound of many men running. She knew she was wrong. "We shall not be supplying you Pegasus. Pegasus are reserved to us and only us." She turns around. "So, if you do not mind, I'll be leaving with the rest of my men." She bit inside of her lip gently as she approached her horse, wondering if he dared to strike her from behind, or even attempt to hold her prisoner.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden sighed as he shook his head. "One last choice then. You supply us Pegasus, or the closest town will be slaughter in cold blood. If you won't do it for your soldiers, then what about the innocent civilians you have. Do you wish to see them die? All you have to do is supply us Pegasus and you will have your peace and you will keep the lives of your subjects. Be smart here princess, I know my own country cheers and screams. I know damn well who is dying over there. And with that position, we have a great shot for the next town. Yet if you wish to flee then go ahead. You wont get another chance like this though." Aden offered one last idea to her. He was intent on getting what he wanted, he just wasn't used to dealing with someone so stubborn.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose pauses, and she turns around. The lives of innocents was in her hands, and she had an important choice to make. "Take your closest advisers, and come to Yasanctuar tomorrow morning. We will discuss this at the capital." She crosses her arms. "Or, you may ride with me there right now, and discuss it in private there. You may get your Pegasus sooner." Rose smiles cutely at Aden, blinking. "Though you will have the disadvantage of less advice."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "And give you the chance of holding me prisoner? No. I will meet you there tomorrow, as a sign that I'm a man of my word, I will stop my men's attack. But until the discussions are over with. The garrison is ours." Adens aid getting back on his horse as he rode off back to the garrison, where he ordered his men to stop, and then told both sides about the deal. The leftover troops of Sakuya's pulled out of the garrison safely while the king looked at his son. "Pegasus huh? Not bad, if we have those attack Aluxaria will be much easier. Good job son." The king said as he started ordering his men to watch for any attacks just in case they tried a fast one.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose retreated with her forces, her eyes now sad. Her mother would either kill her or give her a talk that would make her cry, and Rose suspected it would be the latter. She was one to hate upsetting her mother. Everyone else looked happy as they retreated. Even though they had lost, they had wiped out a considerable amount of enemy troops, including catapults. Several groups of the force split off into differing directions, Rose's own group heading back to the capital. Fortunately, they were all on horseback, meaning they could gallop there faster than with those on foot.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the next day would progress onwards, Legel's strategist call Mira came to the Garrison in which her Aden and several troops marched towards the capital of Sakuya. Aden had learned from Mira in the ways of strategic warfare, so she alone would suffice. And they would wait outside the capitals walls as Aden looked at a guard. "Get her. She knows damn well what will happen if she changes her mind now."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The guard huffs, however he moves away. Moments later, the triple-layer of gates open, and a different guard approaches Aden, Mira and the other men. "Please, follow me." He says, before he begins to walk. "The princess has been very upset lately, so I caution you to not anger or upset her any more." The guard says as he walks through the heavily populated city. Soon, they approach the main building, and begin to walk to Rose' room. "The princess wants this to be discussed in her office rather than in an official room. Especially considering you attacked Sakuya land yesterday." He knocks, before opening the room. "The men stay outside." Rose was sat at her desk, looking stressed. Her eyes, still pretty as always, had tiny bags beneath them, however her hair was combed back and straight, and she was wearing what looked to be semi-formal attire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "As long as we come to an agreement, I care not where this discussion happens." Aden spoke with them, arriving at her room, where he was told the men wait outside. Aden nodded to his men and motioned for Mira to follow into the room. "So Princess Rose, I do hope you considered my terms to the negotiations. I see you got dressed for the occasion." Aden said looking down at her, while Mira did a little curtsy and stared at her with a smile. "Greeting princess, I came to help see that things go smoothly and not make a turn for the worst. While Legel may have been more bloodthirsty as of late, this is all the king's orders. We don't want to spill pointless blood, hence why we are trying to make it seem like you came to an agreement with no choice. That way the King thinks he had a victory with you agreeing to Legel terms. So with the Pegasus we will leave you alone and with that the King will be preoccupied with other matter and will halt attacks. You must understand, its kind of hard to disobey a king. Mostly one called Chaos fiend Sol." Mira said smiling while Aden crossed his arms and stared at her intently. Hoping she wouldn't be so stubborn as she was yesterday.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose chews on the inside of her lip gently as she listens to what the lady had to say. An agreement with no choice? Rose blinks, and then lets out a long breath through her nose. "Pegasus are some of our most important creatures. We can't just let some go fly off the Legel, as there are not many of them." Rose's hand raises to scratch one of her ears as she thinks about the situation. Sakuya could either lend Legel the Pegasus, or they could not, and probably send a counterattack to reclaim the garrison they had lost. Worst case scenario, Sakuya would have to send a messenger to the northern lands of their kingdom, and call in for help from the troops that reside there. Rose did not want to do that, so she looks Aden in the eyes and asks, "How much gold would you be willing to give per single Pegasus?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Fair enough trade I suppose. I guess I could spare six hundred gold per Pegasus I think that's fair enough. They are just like horses but with the benefit of flight." Aden said staring at her while Mira nodded in agreement. "You have much to learn Aden. You don't even know how many Pegasus they even have to begin with. So that what I would like to ask, just how many does your kingdom own?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Five thousand," Rose replies. "However, you would only be entitled to," She pauses and thinks. "Six hundred Pegasus," She smiles. Rose knew that had more than five thousand, however the Pegasus were to be reserved for royals and high ranking officials. "Costing one thousand and six hundred gold. Each." Rose was not going to sell perfect Pegasus to a currently opposing kingdom for a small price. She crosses her arms, a sweet smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden couldn't help but start laughing loudly at her pricing for them. "For that much you might as well give me 3 thousand Pegasus, cause no way in hell am I paying your tiny ass that much for only six hundred of them. You know, for a future queen you are not being the brightest. Maybe Cedia can throw that kind of money around for such few things but not me. So how about you reprice that, or if you stick to it. Then we will just leave and see you again. With the heads of the civilians and children of your people." Aden said now frowning at her. Was she trying to act tough in this situation? If so she was being a real dumbass about it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Eight hundred for each," was Rose' new price. Rose definitely did not want the heads of her people cast at her, or she herself may get thrown off of the future throne. "One thousand Pegasus." She grits her teeth. She taps her hands on her desk and then stretches, her dress tightening around her as she leans back, and then sets her hands back on her lap.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Mira looked at Aden and nodded that this was probably the best they would do, that and the price was lowered to a fairer one. So Aden nodded back an held out his hand and shook Rose's. You have a deal, we will leave you country alone and promise to not attack you unless you start the fight this time. I will send the gold tomorrow, also nice body Princess." Aden spoke smiling before leaving the room with Mira and had his men follow behind him. Where they would then march on back to the garrison in order to inform everyone.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose sighs to herself. "What have I done?" She asks herself, before heading to her personal quarters to rest. She changed out of her clothes and then laid down to take a nap. Someone took the papers from her office and began to spread the word to the Pegasus breeders that they were to ready their Pegasus for being bought. None of them refused. As long as they were getting their money, they were happy with it.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "You know six hundred would have worked just as well." Mira stated with Aden smiling. "I know but this way we can breed the Pegasus faster and produce more of them quickly. Then we can assault Aluxaria and claim that whores head. Still that princess was more stubborn than she needed to be. For someone with that body she has the damn mind of a twelve year old." Aden said as he went to prepare for the gold to delivered to Sakuya.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The next morning, surrounded by guards, Rose stands at the gates of Yasanctuar, a giant line of carts packed with Pegasus ready to be transferred to Legel. "Where is he?" She whispered, picturing Aden's face in her mind, her heart racing. More guards lined the carts of Pegasus, just in case Legel decided to take them without paying, which Rose doubted they would.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke In the distance was Aden approaching on horseback with hundred of carts of his own. It took a while to get there so no gold fell off but they arrived, in which Aden looked at the Pegasus and nodded at Rose. "Well feel free to count all the gold if you want, or you can trust me that its all there." He said looking at a Pegasus that was black, but with a white mane and wings. "You will be my steed." Aden spoke to it holding out his hand gently with a smile. The creature smelling it before resting its head on his hand. "What a noble one you are."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose huffs silently, crossing her arms. "They are yours now." She waved behind her, and some more people walked out of the city to mount the carts of gold. Rose walks closer to Aden. "Are you happy now?" She asks, smirking. "Because I'd be happy to just get this over with." Rose was partially lying. She had a funny feeling in her chest whenever she looked at Aden, however she chose not to admit to this. Instead, she just blinked as she stares at him.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Upon the arrival of Chaoria's queen, Rose's jaw drops open. She recognized the queen from years back, and was still terrified of the woman to this day. "Y-Yes," Rose replies, breaking into a nervous, fearful shudder, her ears folding down. "S-She is in the throne room. A-Allow the guards to escort you there." Hearing this, several guards made sure to spin on their heels and make their way back into the castle, whereas the other guards, most of whom had not experienced anything to do with a necromancer and had no reason to fear the woman, began to line up in formation to escort the woman inside. Rose took a few fearful steps toward some of her guards.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "You too little A." The queen said pointing at Aden, who shuddered and looked at the sky, which made skeletons hold the Pegasuss legs. This amde Aden sigh as he got off and walked inside the castle walls. The queen stood between Aden and rose and hummed as she looked at the kingdom. "This cplace could use more decayed trees. Been a while since I had tea with your mother. I remember when you two were young. Rose was innocent and didn't have the woman's body she does today. And Aden was shorter and more shy. Hiding behind his mother's dress. Its a shame that she passed away from illness." She spoke which made Aden stay silent as they walked. "So why am I here anyway? Your business is with Sakuya not Legel." Aden asked which made her laugh. "Nope its with both. Your father is on his way. I already asked your mother and she gave permission, only as long as if I helped defend if they tried anything."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose nervously moved closer to Aden. Technically, their kingdoms were in an alliance, and he appeared to be the stronger of the two kingdoms (even though Rose doubted that all of the forces of Sakuya combined could lose a battle. "What could you possibly want with both of our kingdoms?" Rose asks as she edges her way slowly behind Aden, quivering fearfully. Even if Sakuya was neutral with Chaoria and her mother was friends with the Queen, Rose still felt the need to hide behind Aden, her face red.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden noticed Rose hide behind him which made him look at the Chaoria queen and shudder. Did this little puppy actually think he would be of any help? The queen looked back at Rose and smiled. "Well it has to do with Sakuya's beautiful lands and Aden himself." She spoke which made Aden tilt his head. "But I have no interest in their lands, I got what I needed and have no more use for it." He stated which made the queen shake her head. "Children be patient and find out soon." She mentioned as they continued to the throne room in which they saw the queen on her throne. The Chaoria queen bowed while Aden just stared at her. The Chaoria queen stood up straight and remained silent until the Legel king stormed into the room. "So the undead queen herself does exist. So is what you wrote in the message true?" Sol asked to which the Chaoria queen nodded. "Yes, but first Aden you are aware of Legel's customs correct?" He looked at her cautiously before nodding. She clapped her hands and smiled. "Good! Did you bring him Sol?" He nodded in which a man in silver armor came walking through the door with sword in hand. That was when a woman came straight out of the ground and seemingly left no hole upon exiting the earth's crust. "Aden, your father agreed to a proposal of mine. But first I have to ask your mother this Rose." She said walking towards her bowing. "If my daughter slays one of Legel's best warriors. Will you allow my daughter and Aden's marriage to be hosted on a dragon? She states she really wants that to happen at her wedding." She said with the most normal smile, to which Aden if he had been drinking would have spit that shit everywhere. Aden then looked at the young undead girl who looked at him and waved.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Jennifer, who was sitting on her throne, smiles at Chaoria's queen, Mira. "Of course," she says, without any hesitation. She was good friends with Mira, and she didn't want to spoil this. After all, what harm could it do to Sakuya? "We are friends, after all. No war between us. I only have one condition, that I and Rose are both allowed to be at this wedding. I'll send the dragon as soon as the details are written about the wedding." Rose did not disagree with her mother. At least she would be safe in a Chaoria wedding, unlike that of Legel where she would fear assassination. Suddenly, there was a cheer from the guards outside of the throne room, before a figure, dressed in the clothes and armour she always wore, walked into the throne room. The guards took glances before they realized they were supposed to be serious, and returned to looking dutiful. Her armoured boots clunked quietly as she circles the room. "Aria!" Rose says, practically leaping onto her sister as she walks past. "It has been so long!" Aria raises her eyebrows, and grins, wrapping her arms around her sister, not even flinching as she was smacked into by the suddenly happy Rose. "Hello," She says, smiling, as she looks around the room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Mira smiled and looked at her daughter. "Isn't that great news Sinoa? And of course you are allowed to attend. Its your dragon after all." To which the daughter smiled and nodded as she bowed before Jennifer. She then walked over to Aden and looked up at the man looking down at her. When suddenly Rose's sister returned, to which she leaps tackle hugs her, causing Aden to sigh thinking how terrifying it was that there were now two of them. Mira looked at Aria and waved. "You certainly grew up as well Aria." Mira spoke before Sol stomped his foot. "Hey now! Who says my warrior will even lose? Mostly to a scrawny girl like that? Well come on then lets get it over with! But do note, since its Legel custom, you cannot cry when your daughter dies." Sol spoke to which the queen chuckled. "Of course." And with that Mira motioned for everyone to follow, to which they came to the outside the kingdom in the open field. "Well by all means start." Mira said conjuring up undead skeleton chairs for the spectators. While the Legel warrior held up his long sword and grinned. "Time to turn an undead controller into an undead herself." He said cockily while the daughter reached into the ground easily, and pulled out a giant scythe to which the man now looked at nervously. "What?" And before he knew it he was suddenly surrounded by fifty skeletons to which the man looked around in shock. "Thats not-!" he said being cut off by Sinoa. "Fair? the customs are to the death, not a fair death." And with her saying that the skeletons rushed at him, which made him yell as he charged forward swinging his sword, which shattered through skeleton after skeleton but they latched onto him slowing him down as they bite into his flesh, until they finally halted his progress. "Become my undead servant." Sinoa said before swinging the scythe downwards cleaving his body vertically in half.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria rubs her sister's head. Even though she was younger by a bit, Aria was clearly the more buff of the two princesses. Aria sits down in a skeleton chair casually, while Rose moves away and then comes back with a normal chair, placing it next to her sister and sitting down. She was not fond of sitting in a skeleton chair. God knows who's bones they were. Aria whoops as the Legel warrior is swiftly taken down, and Rose covers her eyes. "Oh god," she says, as Aria laughs and claps. She was used to fights in the north, and had taken part in quite a few herself. Some people looked down on her and said that she should be acting more womanly, including her own mother, but eventually she moved North and made her own path with the tough up there. Jennifer sighs. She had expected Sinoa to win. "Congratulations, Sinoa!" Jennifer hears Aria call out as Rose looks like she is trying to prevent herself from throwing up.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Both Aden and his father stared in shock, while the father removed his helmet to make sure his vision wasn't wrong. Aden looked at Aria, who was ecstatic over this, which made Aden frown at her. She was vastly different than Rose. Well to in body sense but in personality, this bitch was applauding his man being cut in half. While Rose was trying not to puke. Sinoa bowed at hearing Aira's praises, and looked at Sol before going and standing next to her mother, while the skeletons dragged the body underground. Mira crossed her legs in her chair and looked at Sol. "So when will little Aden become my son in law?" She asked with a smirk while Sol crossed his arms as scoffed. "The victors gets to decide.... as the Legel's customs dictate." Sol muttered to which Sinoa motioned for Aden to approach, who hesitated before doing so. "One weeks time and at this time. I look forward to it." She said smiling at him while he was more so terrified of this woman. "F-fine. But what about my man?" He asked, to which she shook her head. "Legel's customs dictate that the winner of the battle gets to choose what they want. He died, so he becomes my servant, and you become my husband. And we will get married here."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Here? Well, I will begin preparations soon," Jennifer says. "After I catch up with my second daughter." Hearing a reference to her, Aria turns and grins at her mother. "What is there to catch up on? Oh yeah, I killed another dragon that pissed me off." She shrugs. Rose walks over to Aden and stares at him. "I'm scared for you," She whispers to him, looking him in the eyes. Behind her, Aria walks over to Sinoa, and admires her scythe. "Sweet scythe," she remarks, before leaning back on her heels, somehow managing to have her weight hold her up even though she was tilted at an angle. "I've seen quite a few, but for a necromancer, that seems pretty neat."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Hearing a dragon being killed made Mira's eyes light up with joy, while Rose told Aden how scared she was for him, who only laughed in return. One of those un-amused laughs though, not a real one. Sinoa stared at Rose before Aria came over admiring her Scythe, in which Sinoa again reached into the ground with a similar looking one. "With the bones of the dead I can conjure and form them into any weapon I deem fit. Here, for letting us use your lands for the wedding." Sinoa said handing one of the scythes over to Aria, while Sol sighed and looked at his son. "Well, maybe you will be into.... undead controlling scythe wielders?" Sol spoke which made Aden glare at him. "Thanks dad..... thanks a lot."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she sighs, standing beside Aden as her heart races. Aria smiles at Sinoa, taking the scythe. "Why, thank you," she says, sliding the handle of the scythe down one of the straps that held her bastard sword. "Say, I have to visit Chaoria one day. Seems like it'd be a fun place." Aria says casually, her eyes quickly flickering to look at Rose staring at Sinoa with a face of what looked to be jealousy. Aria grins to herself. So, her sister had a crush on Aden? Oh, how Aria would have to tell Aden this.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she sighs, standing beside Aden as her heart races. Aria smiles at Sinoa, taking the scythe. "Why, thank you," she says, sliding the handle of the scythe down one of the straps that held her bastard sword. "Say, I have to visit Chaoria one day. Seems like it'd be a fun place." Aria says casually, her eyes quickly flickering to look at Rose staring at Sinoa with a face of what looked to be jealousy. Aria grins to herself. So, her sister had a crush on Aden? Oh, how Aria would have to tell Aden this.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Make sure to send a message first, our guards are ordered to attack on sight." Mira said listening in on the conversation. Sinoa simply nodded at her thank you and stared at rose who was giving her a weird look. "Do you have a question for me?" Sinoa asked tilting her head at Rose while Aden rubbed the back of his head. "I'm going to go get my Pegasus and go home. Geesh I left without a wife and Im returning engaged..." Aden said walking into the kingdom to find where these animals hide his animal.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "No, I do not have a question," Rose says politely, before turning to Aden, biting her lip slightly. "Prince Aden, do you wish to stay a day? We may require your input in, say, decorations of the wedding," Rose says, closing her eyes for a moment. No, what am I doing? Did I just say that?, she thinks to herself fearfully, before opening her eyes again, heart beating faster than before. Aria struggles to suppress her laughter, and Jennifer, who hasn't caught on, shrugs. "We can supply a room for you to say for the day. Thanks to Rose, we are allies now."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden looked at Rose and shrugged. "I guess so?" He said, which Sinoa held Aden by the arm and smiled. "Can we have skulls for decorations?" She asked looking at Aden who stared at her like this was the craziest thing he has ever heard. "We.... can discuss this later." He replied, before looking at Jennifer. "I guess I will take you up on that offer then... Thank you very much Queen Jennifer." Aden said bowing, with Sinoa. While Mira chuckled. "Have fun children." And with that said Mira was lifted in the air before being carried off in the distance, while Sol scoffed and got on his horse. "My son better not be harmed." He stated before riding off. Sinoa simply dragged Aden inside the kingdom to see where their room was.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria and Rose follow, and Aria begins to tease Rose, whom rolls her eyes. She didn't care what her sister thought about her crush. Jennifer leads the way as they walk into the castle, and she opens the door. "This is your room. Make yourself at home, and call a servant if you need anything. They will be happy to lend assistance." With that, Jennifer walks away. Rose watches her mother leave, and then gazes toward Aden as her sister stretches and leans in the doorway. "It feels good to be here, at least for the next few weeks. After that, I'm most likely going to go to either Ehop or Kadrun. I could do with some alcohol, actually."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke When the queen left and Aria comment on staying a few weeks and wanting to get drunk made Aden groan. "How is someone like you a princess? Well I can't complain, Rose doesn't shout royalty either." Aden said walking around the room before placing his sword on a table. "Well you heard your mother, if you want something get your servants to do it." Aden stated which made Sinoa hold up her hand which formed this green looking spirit who flew out of the room, then came shortly back with a servant looking somewhat terrified, yet holding two bottles of alcohol. The green spirit then vanished and the servant would then leave. "I never had alcohol before.." Sinoa said before pouring a glass and taking a sip of it and grimacing. "Its weird." She mumbled, which made Aden laugh. "They probably got this from Cedia, those bastards also cheeped out just to make a profit." He said pouring himself a glass and sipping it. "Yep, Cedia."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Heh, Cedia think they serve the best stuff. They've never been to Kadrun." Aria laughs, pouring a glass. Rose stares at the alcohol, and then hesitantly takes a glass herself, though with a considerably smaller amount inside. Aria downs her glass quickly, before pouring a second. "Kadrun serves all of the good stuff, though a bit expensive." Rose glances at her sister with her eyebrows raised. "How often do you go there?" She asks, and Aria shrugs with a naughty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Kadrun? Isn't that where all those people go to h-" Sinoa was cut off by Aden placing a hand over her mouth. "Lets not ruin the innocent ones mindset about her sister. Lets just say, she probably goes enough that she knows a few names there." Aden said sipping his drink which made Sinoa shrug as she sipped her drink as well. "Cedia is know for being the richest out of all the kingdoms though, his weapons are top notch and nothing can compare to it's fleet. But yes they do cheap out on other things." Sinoa mentioned sipping the drink again, still grimacing.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I'd better tell someone to bring a cart of Kadrun oak-ale here. One sip and you'd all be blazing drunk." Aria laughs, turning to lean out of the doorway. "Hey, you! Go to Kadrun," She begins to give instructions to the person down the hall. As she does, Rose sips some more at the alcohol. Aria turns back, drinking her glass. "So, what're you guys gonna do?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oh you know. The usual stuff, walk around enjoying all that nature has. Maybe a few battle practices. Plan a freaking wedding." Aden said as he looked at Aria. "And are you two going to get drunk here or something? I'm not going to babysit a drunk child like girl, a drunk killer, and most certainly I wont babysit a drunk you." Aden spoke pointing at Aria as he finished the last part of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "You won't have to. You'll all be drunk before I ever am." Aria laughs. Rose chuckles, and nudges her sister, before turning back to look at Aden and his soon-to-be-wife. "We can get started on decorations now, if you wish." She says, a sweet smile on her face as she crosses her arms gently. "There's all sorts of things we can do, here."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Who said I'd continue to drink?" Aden said before rose popped the question which made Sinoa smile and hold Rose's hands. "Yes! I always pictures skulls everywhere, but how we would make them stick on a dragon is the hard part. Gravity magic maybe? Ooooh and blue flames, those are a must!" Sinoa said acting much different than when she cut a man in half. Aden just rubbed his face as he stood up. "I'm getting some fresh air.. You three have fun discussing things." Aden says as he walks out. As Sol was riding back to his capital, a blade went flying and cut the horses neck causing Sol to go flying off the animals corpse. Standing up holding his sword he stomped his foot. "Filthy animals! I knew you couldn't be trusted! I will have your queens head!" Sol shouted when out of the shadows a male with blue hair came walking towards Sol. "The mad king of Legel. I was paid quite a hefty price to cut your head off. Funny thing is, its not from any royalty. Oh well, I get paid extra for getting Aluxaria to be blamed." The male stated before running quite quickly with dagger out and swung at Sol who blocked only to get kicked in the side. Sol felt something sharp enter his body though, and when he pulled back he saw spikes on the males legs. "Did I mention I know magic?" The blue haired male mentioned before vanishing and appearing behind sol and stabbing the dagger in his back. Yet the male would then receive a greta shock causing him to let go of the dagger and stumble back. Sol would stand there gritting his teeth as blood poured from his lip. "You think I will die by an assassin? The gull of you! I will have your head mounted on a pole!!" Sol said as he raised his sword into the air which caused lighting to echo off it. "Ah so the rumors were true, you do know thunder magic. Too bad it is for naught." The male stated when Sol would find himself being pierced from the inside out. Blood would shoot out of him as he fell to his knees. "W-what?" Sol questioned, as the male drew closer. "When I kicked you I sent a piece of metal inside you. I know metal magic. And with metal inside your body. It was up to me when you die. Now rest king of Legel." The man said as he pulled out another dagger and slashed Sols neck, which made him grasp it before looking at the male with lifeless eyes and collapsing. The blue haired male stood up and sent metal spikes piercing through Sol's lifeless body before vanishing from sight.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I'll come with you. I've been penned up all day," Rose says, stepping outside of the room and crossing her arms as she walks out after Aden. Aria prevents herself from laughing. "Okay, you two can go talk about what you want, I and Sinoa will talk about what she wants." Aria says, knowing what Rose wanted but ignoring it. Rose nods, and calls back, "Sounds fair enough."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Didn't you bring up the whole decoration thing? Geesh you are weird." Aden said to her as he walked outside, while Sinoa stared blankly at Aria. "Is your sister feeling quite alright?" Sinoa asked, while with Aden, he walked outside staring up at the sky. "So why are you walking with me? I did threaten you not a few days ago. I also threatened your people, and helped kill them. I put you in a position where you had no choice but to listen to my demands. So why are you walking with me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose bites her lip as she walks with Aden. She did not know how to put it, so she simply said, in a hushed, shy tone, "I know you don't want to be with Sinoa..." She bites her lip even harder as she keeps pace with him. "But there is always others... You could be with instead..." Her face turns red as she closes her eyes, her hair folding slightly over her eyes. Aria shrugs, looking back at Sinoa. "You do know me, right? The princess of Sakuya that lives up north, with the hard people. How can I tell when she is different, when I am drinking some Kadrun ale." She looks back to the door, then back at Sinoa. "You really have to try some. I bet you that you'll get drunk in, say, less than a glass."</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria begins to laugh, sipping at the ale casually. "We'll never know if I won. Though, I probably did," She murmers, a smile on her face. "Yeah, your breasts are tiny." Aria comments back. This was going to be fun. Rose looks down sadly, and then tears drip down from her eyes, sliding down her covered eyes. She grabs Aden, and pulls him close, burying her head in his chest. "Both. Both. I consider your feelings, and I like you, okay!? I like you! Get over it! If you don't like me, don't want me, then go away! Leave! If you want to kill me, then do it, or leave!" She cries out, before letting go and turning away. She quickly walks away from him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Not uh, I won! You said hulf a glass. I drunked all of it! And it just mens, Awen wul be closr to my hwart" Sinoa said as she then tackled Aria and poked her face. Aden was a little shocked at the sudden hug, so when she walked away he grabbed her arm and proceeded to drag her behind him. He dragged her all the way to an alley, where he pulled her close and pulled her into a kiss. He held it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and looking at her. "You know I won't make you happy. You foolish little girl." Aden said with a slight smile on his face, before letting her go.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose's face turns red as she kisses Aden, a shy smile now on her face as the tears stop flowing. She blinks as she grabs hold of him, and pulls him into another, shorter kiss."You will. I know you will, Aden." She murmers, smiling at him, before laying her head against his chest. Aria blushes, and lifts Sinoa up as if she was a stick. She lays her down on the bed, and pokes at Sinoa's face, giggling. "Jesus, woman." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What an odd girl you are. I held innocent peoples lives in my hands, and instead of hating me you decide to like me." Aden said before pulling her off. "Well I think that's enough fresh air for one night." Aden said before walking back inside. As she was laid down, she pouted and flailed her arms. "Wheres my Awen!!!" She shouted and speak of the devil he enetred the room and saw the sight and face palmed. "What the hell happened to her?" Aden asked as he took a sip from the pitcher and looked at Aria. He was then tackled by Sinoa who hugged him quite tightly. "Awen!!! Im tiredddd lets go to bwd." Sinoa said as he pushed Aria out of the room and stuck her tongue out at the two sisters. "No disturbing, me and Awen are gwnna have pwivate time." Sinoa said closing the door.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she waves shyly at Aden before the door is closed. As soon as it is, she looks to her sister. Rose points at her lips, and then interlocks her fingers, and goes even redder. Aria smiles. "You can't be serious," She says, before getting a nod for a reply. Aria hugs her sister, before ushing her along. "Come on, go to bed, Rose." Aria says, before she moves off to find her own room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the sun shines through the windows, Aden awakens to Sinoa huddled up against him. Yet what caught his attention was a messenger bird perched on the table. When he took the message and read it. His eyes widened as he grit his teeth. He stood up with little warning for Sinoa who rolled over from the sudden shift. She lifted her eye to see Aden changing into his clothing, and he grabbed his sword as he stromed out of the the room and down the hallway. As he passed a servant, he grabbed them forcefully by the arm and glared at them. "Where is my Pegasus!?" he shouted while they shook and told him that he was in the stables. Aden stormed outside and found his mount indeed waiting for him. Sinoa came rushing out a little confused.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Hearing the commotion, Aria awoke, and climbed out of her bed, rushing out without any hesitation. She was used to waking up at sounds quickly in case of assassination, which was a huge possibility in the north. She followed a servant's directions down to the stable in record time, and looked at Aden. "What are you doing!? What's going on?" Aria asks, her voice a low growl, her hand on her sword's hilt as if she expected attack.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Leaving! I'm heading back to wipe Aluxaria off the damn map! Those bastards! I will have everyone living in Aluxaria buried in the fucking ground!" Aden shouted as he began rushing out of the stable on the Pegasus. "Now piss off fox, I don't have time for your crap today. I'll show those magical assholes what happens when they send an assassin to kill my father!" Aden proclaimed as he held his hand out to Sinoa, who took it and climbed on the Pegasus. And without further delay they took off into the sky, to head back to the capital of Legel.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria grunts. She knew that Legel and Sakuya were now allies, therefore if Legel were to be attacked, that would be an act of war... "Send a messenger to the Rarippe battalion!" Aria commands to a nearby guard, before she takes out a small, wooden object and flicks it before whistling into it. Within a moment, her Pegasus has landed in front of her. She swings herself on. "Tell them to head to Legel! And summon up the Tario company, too, if you can!" She shouts as her Pegasus takes off at lightening speed, wings flapping incredibly fast in order to catch up with Aden.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What happened Aden?" Sinoa asked from the back of the Pegasus, which made Aden turn his head and frown. "On his way back to the capital, Aluxaria sent some kind of metal assassin. They have my fathers body back at the capital and they are saying this is a rare powerful form of magic. And those Aluxaria assholes are the only magical kingdom where rare magic isn't that rare." Aden stated as he saw Aria in the distance and shook his head. "Freaking animals. I hope they are willing to play dirty. Cause I'm making sure by the end of the year, that Aluxaria meets its end."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The Pegasus' wings flap even faster as it accelarates to catch up with Aden's Pegasus, quickly catching up and flying alongside his Pegasus. "Aden, I'm coming with you, damn it! You can't hope to take out Aluxaria on your own!" She calls out. Back at the castle, Rose rubs her eyes and wakes up to knocking at the door. "Princess!" A servant calls out. "Come in!" She calls out, and the servant rushes in, going red at the sight of Rose in her sleeping garments, which was her underwear. "Princess, your sister and prince Aden have left to go to war with Aluxaria." The servant says. Quickly, she motions for him to leave, and then rushes to get some armour on. She was going to join in, if they were going to battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Me? No, but I'm going to play dirty. I'm going to watch as their own people tear them limb from limb. I'm going to kidnap cedia's prince and make those lazy assholes bombard Aluxaria from the sea. I will see every person in Aluxaria dead! No one escapes that kingdom alive!!' Aden shouted as he continued to fly and eventually landed on Legel's capital. Hopping off his mount his people lead him to the castles inside walking down a hallway and in a wide open room laid his father who was pierced nearly everywhere by metal spikes. "Father....."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria had landed right beside him, and walked after him quickly. She stopped at the doorway of the room with Aden's father, the king of Legel, and stares for a few moments, her jaw opened a bit. "Oh my god..." She whispers. "Aden, I'm so sorry." Rose mounts her Pegasus, and takes off, moving full speed toward Legel's capital.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Don't bother with your pity. I don't need nor want it." Aden said before looking at his fathers lifeless eyes. "You crazy man... I will suceed where you fell." Aden mumbled before walking out of the room and looked at one of his men. "Get Sieg, I have a mission for him." He told them, they nodded and walked off while Aden was then approached my Mira. "Aden, with your fathers passing.... you are now to become king. When do you want the ceremony?" She asked and he grinned. "I want my ceremony held in Aluxaria's burning castle." he said as he walked off to the planning room.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, a Pegasus lands outside, and Rose rushes in. "I heard what happened, Aden!" She says, before slamming into him and hugging him tight. Aria stares for a moment, then turns to Aden. "Prince Aden, you are clearly the more stronger force. As a princess of Sakuya, I declare the forces of Sakuya at your service upon request." Aria says. Rose glances at her sister, and then turns back to Aden, standing in her armour, and she nods.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Did you? Then you agree Aluxaria must be wiped off the map correct?" Aden asked while Sinoa stared at Rose who was getting to close for comfort. Aden nodded at Aria and pulled Rose away. "In due time, but for now we wait a bit." At the moment Sieg came in and bowed. "You need me?" He said while winking at Aria. "Yes, you like sneaking so go to Cedia, and capture the prince. That way I can use him as a hostage and get Cedia to help kill Aluxaria." Aden asked, while Sieg shrugged. "Sure give me a week."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria's face goes red as Sieg winks at her. She then cocks an eyebrow. "A week? We're going to be waiting that long?" She asks. Rose shrugs, before pacing, her own face as red as Aria's. After a few more paces, she stops, crossing her arms over her breastplate. Her eyes gaze into Aden's for a moment, and then she flicks her eyes twice toward Sinoa, as if to say, 'look at her, she seems to be eyeing me up'.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "That makes it sound like you are going to kill him and get information out of him!" Rose calls, grinning, before turning to her sister. "Aria, did you seriously hand our kingdom over to him? Aria? Aria are you even listening to me!?" She asks her sister, whom was watching Sieg walk away, her face red. "Aria!" Rose says, and finally gets a response, Aria looking at Rose. "Yes, yes, I heard you. And yes, I did." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden frowned backwards at her as he was dragged away. "What is it?" Aden asked while Sinoa rested her head against his arm. "You might not remember, yet before all the wars we all use to be pretty close. Us princes and princess's, as children that is. You use to play hero back then, and whenever someone wa spicking on us, you would rush him and defend us. Of course it's different now but back then thats what made me fall in love with you. Hence why I asked to become your wife." Sinoa told him which made Aden look at her confusingly. "I don't rememebr but why are you telling me this?" He asked which made Sinoa lean in towards his ear. "Simple, I waited a while for this day, so if Rose gets in between it.... I will kill her." Sinoa said smiling at Aden as she planted a soft kiss on his lips before sinking into the ground leaving no hole or anything. (Feel free to do a time skip or something)</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, Sapphire runs through a doorway, tears in her eyes. "A-Aden! Aden!" She cries, slamming into him. "I heard what happened! T-The guards wouldn't let me see him." She sobs into his chest. "Is he really... Is he really..." Sapphire did not want to say the word dead. "Brother, is he?" Aria and Rose quickly come the way Aden had went, hearing the crying. Seeing that he was with someone who called Aden her brother, they stopped a distance away. "I didn't know he had a sister," Aria whispers to Rose. Rose whispers back, "Me neither."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden looked down at his sister and hugged her. "Don't worry hes just going to rest for a while. Being king was hard on him. So he simply need his rest. You will be able to see him one day, but for now let him sleep." Aden said rubbing her head and looking at Aria and Rose. "Go play with them, just don't learn from them. Mostly that one." Aden said pointing at Aria. He would then open the door to his room and close it behind him.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Aden, I'm not seven!" Sapphire cries, rubbing tears out of her eyes. She turns and looks at Aria and Rose, who look at eachother and then back away. They didn't know what to do with Aden's sister. They didn't even know she existed until a few seconds ago. Sapphire turns and begins bashing on Aden's door. "He's dead, isn't he! He is! And who are they?" Sapphire cries. The two Sakuya princesses back away slowly.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden grits his teeth from inside the room before opening it and grabbing her am. He then forcefully drags her to the room where his father was and kicked it open. "See! Hes just resting! Our father can't be dead, hes too strong to be dead! It may look like it, but..... I know hes just resting. He will wake up any minute and say that was a good nap! Now lets leave him alone and let him rest!" Aden shouted at her before storming off clenching his fist.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "How could you be so mean!?" Sapphire screams out, crawling up to her father. She gently grabs his hand, crying onto his arm. "D-Dad? Daddy? King? Daddy?" She sobs, quivering, her tears spilling onto the man's arm. "Dad, wake up! Wake up!" She screams. Rose and Aria both watch her, looking sympathetic.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden just stays silent outside the room, before all of a sudden Sol begins moving again and looks at Sapphire smiling. "Good nap." he spoke which proceeded to make Aden burst back into the room looking at Sol. "F-father?" Aden asked before Sol looked up to see Aden shedding a few tears and shook his head at both his children. "You two are the children of a proud strong country! We do not cry in the face of fear! We stand our ground and strike back! Now back to your rooms! I want you to think about this!" Sol said even standing as he had that same presence which made Aden nod rapidly before grabbing his sister and rushing both of them off to their room. And when they were both gone the man collasped on the ground again while Sinoa raised from the ground. "Like I said, when I possess the dead I know their thoughts and how they were in life. So when I know that giving them a will for a brief moment is easy enough. It is however very strainful." Sinoa said as she sat down and looked at the two sisters. "This will remain our secret of course. I intend to make it so they think their dad is simply traveling the world."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Y-Yes, sure." Rose says. Aria just nods. "Right. For the good of them." She adds in. Both of them were staring at Sol. Aria chuckles to herself. "You basically just made him ground his son and daughter. [i]You were sorry for me! How dare you be sorry for your father! Go to your rooms! You're grounded for mourning your father!" Rose' face goes pale. "Aria, what if that happened to us!" She says. Sapphire was ecstatic with happiness that her father was alive again, bounding around her room, whooping. She heard the guard outside of her door groan, and she giggled. "Come on, the king is alive! Be happy!" She says, opening the door to peer at the man. "Now, go take a break!" She says, giving him a light shove away from the door.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "If thats how you want to think about it, then by all means. I see it as them noting their fathers endless strength to defy death and continue on living." Sinoa said as she sunk back into the ground and the father would then stand up and walk to Aden's room where he would open the door and stare at his son. "Pathetic. A son of mine and you shed tears over the thought of me dying? You need to be strong in the face of danger, and with me stepping down so I can travel the world. You need to be strong for this kingdom. I don't want to hear any disgraces about Legel on my travels son." Sol said as Aden nodded in reply and closed the door. He then walked to his daughters room and opened her door. "How my sweet little angel? Did I look that bad?? Then you would hate to see the other guy." Sol said with a grin as he kneeled down and held his arms out. "Well? What have I taught you? Always strike when someones guard is open."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire almost leaps onto her father, hugging him tightly as she fought back the tears. "I thought you were dead. You weren't moving. They told me that the doctors couldn't fix you up." She says, her voice broken. "Okay, yeah, that too." Aria replies, smiling as she turns to her sister. "Seriously, that's a nice thing for her to do." Rose nods in agreement with her sister. "Otherwise Aden and..." Rose realized she didn't know the name of his sister, "His sister would be mourning for a long time."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oof! Well you became stronger. thats my girl." Sol said stroking his daughters hair. "Oh our doctors couldn't tell a fatal injury from a cut. But this made me realize something. You and your brother rely too much on me, so I'm abdicating my rights as king and I put your brother in charge. So while I'm gone, you need to be a strong princess and listen to your brother. I need you to support your brother, can you do that for your daddy?" Sol asked smiling down at her.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Yes! Of course I can, dad! I can!" She sighs. "I can, as long as I'm allowed full privileges. The guards always tell me that I'm not allowed in places, and stuff. I can't exactly help my brother if I'm not allowed to go into certain places." Sapphire sighs, cuddling her father. "And also, I'm fifteen, not seven." She giggles.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I guess dad has troubles letting go of his little girl leash. You are correct, you are almost an adult. So I will allow your request. Do note though, this means you will have to be the adult you are becoming. This means going along with whatever your brother chooses." Sol said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "Now I expect to hear good news from you two. Make me proud." Sol said as he walked out of her room and outside. He then got on a horse and looked at his kingdom before riding away, and about twenty miles out of the kingdoms view is where the man fell off the horse and fell on the ground where he sunk into it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire watches as her father leaves, and then exits her room, walking to her brother's room. She knocks, and then enters. "Aden, did you hear what dad said? You're in charge of the kingdom while he travels." She says, a big smile on her face. "And I have rights to do whatever I want now, without restrictions." Sapphire giggles and smiles at her brother.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Yeah I heard, and that's why I will continue what he started. And that's by disposing of the kingdom that tried to take our father. But I may be more lenient now. I will allow some of them to live." Aden stated before laying down in his bed. Shortly after Sinoa came walking through the room and collapsed on the bed beside him. Instantly asleep Aden looked at her then at Sapphire. "Oh yeah.. This is my soon to be wife. Which would make her your sister in law. I would tell you to say hi, but I think shes unconscious."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire nods. "Okay. I'm going to go and look around places I wasn't allowed to before. See ya!" She says, before she exits his room and begins to walk away, Rose catching the door before it closes. "So, what now?" Rose asks, taking note that Sinoa had fallen asleep. "What are we going to do now?" Rose cocks her head, tail fluttering slightly. She wished that Sinoa wasn't there, so she could talk to Aden about the day they had kissed, but that didn't seem to be the case.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire almost leaps onto her father, hugging him tightly as she fought back the tears. "I thought you were dead. You weren't moving. They told me that the doctors couldn't fix you up." She says, her voice broken. "Okay, yeah, that too." Aria replies, smiling as she turns to her sister. "Seriously, that's a nice thing for her to do." Rose nods in agreement with her sister. "Otherwise Aden and..." Rose realized she didn't know the name of his sister, "His sister would be mourning for a long time."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oof! Well you became stronger. thats my girl." Sol said stroking his daughters hair. "Oh our doctors couldn't tell a fatal injury from a cut. But this made me realize something. You and your brother rely too much on me, so I'm abdicating my rights as king and I put your brother in charge. So while I'm gone, you need to be a strong princess and listen to your brother. I need you to support your brother, can you do that for your daddy?" Sol asked smiling down at her.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Yes! Of course I can, dad! I can!" She sighs. "I can, as long as I'm allowed full privileges. The guards always tell me that I'm not allowed in places, and stuff. I can't exactly help my brother if I'm not allowed to go into certain places." Sapphire sighs, cuddling her father. "And also, I'm fifteen, not seven." She giggles.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I guess dad has troubles letting go of his little girl leash. You are correct, you are almost an adult. So I will allow your request. Do note though, this means you will have to be the adult you are becoming. This means going along with whatever your brother chooses." Sol said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "Now I expect to hear good news from you two. Make me proud." Sol said as he walked out of her room and outside. He then got on a horse and looked at his kingdom before riding away, and about twenty miles out of the kingdoms view is where the man fell off the horse and fell on the ground where he sunk into it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire watches as her father leaves, and then exits her room, walking to her brother's room. She knocks, and then enters. "Aden, did you hear what dad said? You're in charge of the kingdom while he travels." She says, a big smile on her face. "And I have rights to do whatever I want now, without restrictions." Sapphire giggles and smiles at her brother.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Yeah I heard, and that's why I will continue what he started. And that's by disposing of the kingdom that tried to take our father. But I may be more lenient now. I will allow some of them to live." Aden stated before laying down in his bed. Shortly after Sinoa came walking through the room and collapsed on the bed beside him. Instantly asleep Aden looked at her then at Sapphire. "Oh yeah.. This is my soon to be wife. Which would make her your sister in law. I would tell you to say hi, but I think shes unconscious."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire nods. "Okay. I'm going to go and look around places I wasn't allowed to before. See ya!" She says, before she exits his room and begins to walk away, Rose catching the door before it closes. "So, what now?" Rose asks, taking note that Sinoa had fallen asleep. "What are we going to do now?" Rose cocks her head, tail fluttering slightly. She wished that Sinoa wasn't there, so she could talk to Aden about the day they had kissed, but that didn't seem to be the case.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I don't know, whatever you two usually do on a daily basis. We simply ahve to wait until Sieg gets bac-" And before he could finish Sieg came walking in and rubbed the back of his head. "So do I get a raise? Cause I shit you not, they were at the port when I got there." Sieg said in which Aden looked at him funnily. "They?" He said which made Sieg nod as two people entered his room. A man with six swords and a normal looking female. "Aden correct? I am Nuko, prince of Cedia and this is my sister Mia. We heard what happened. And with your rash father gone and no longer declaring war on everyone. We felt we could reestablish our alliance our kingdoms once had." Nuko stated as he stared at Aden who stared back. "With you? Sure, but I plan on destroying Aluxaria." Aden proclaimed which made tilt his head. "Are they the only one?" Nuko asked which Aden nodded too. "Then we will help, but under one condition. We get bigger shares of the land once its conquered." Nuko asked which made Aden nod. "Fair enough, I planned on giving the kingdoms that helped the land anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose stared at the two for a moment, blinking, and then she turned back to Aden. "You never told us about the share of lands, Aden." She says, crossing her arms with a friendly smirk. Rose turns to the prince and princess of Cedia, and bows her head slightly. "Rose, princess of Sakuya." She says, telling the new pair who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oh maybe that's cause you sass me." Aden said which made Nuko chuckle. "We know who you are, your mother always tries to charm her way into free alcohol." He said while Sinoa rose up and so did an Orc out of the ground. "I'm trying to sleep, please have discussion where sleeping people aren't located within a stepping distance. Sinoa said kissing Aden on the cheek before the orc then grabbed him and everyone else and dragged them outside. "That would be Sinoa princess of Chaoria and future queen on Legel." Aden said as the orc sank back into the ground but not before winking at Rose and doing an Orc laugh. "...... Anyway, lets go to the meeting room. We need to plan how we will go about the attacks." Aden said as he walked towards the destination.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she rolls her eyes, beginning to follow Aden to the meeting room. "Are you sure that it's not Aria trying to charm her way into alcohol?" Aria sees them, and jogs over, following. "Where are we going?" She asks, and is answered by Rose telling her they were going to the meeting room. Sapphire was already in the meeting room, looking around. It was one of the places she was not allowed in until now, because it was 'not the place for a child'.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Sieg tagged along with them and as they were all in the meeting room, Aden looked at the war map laid on the table, then at Sapphire and motioned for her to join them. "Since Cedia has the biggest fleets out of all of us. it'd be wiser for you to attack by the sea than on land. Thats what the Legel troops are best in, as for Sakuya they are tricky with their different types of soldiers. Luckily it aint a defense battle or else Rose would fall apart under the pressure. And well I think only Sinoa will be joining from Chaoria's side. But that will be enough. Thoughts so far?" Aden asked</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire takes a seat next to her brother, and relaxes as her brother begins to speak to them. Aria and Rose both take seats. "We could send a flight of dragons over their fleets. There is a chance of them intercepting, however the dragons do not rely on the winds for speed. They could go right past." Aria says. Rose agrees with her through a single nod. Sapphire presumes they were talking about a battle of some sort.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Were fighting magic users though. You might lose a lot of dragons with such a thing. Besides dragons are more for intimidation. If Aria over there can kill one by herself then they aren't that grand." Aden said, while Nuko raised his hand. "Does Sakuya have any wind magic users? If so we could have some of them BOARD OUR SHIP and defend against magic with magic." Nuko suggested while Mia rose her hand. "What if we tricked them into thinking we were there to help them and then backstab them?" She suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "We could do that," Rose agrees, nodding. Aria shakes her head, however. "Would they really think we are here to help, showing up with such a giant fleet, somehow knowing they were under attack without having received a message about it?" She makes gestures as she explains her point. Sapphire kicks her feet about under her chair, listening innocently.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "And that Sakuya princess is where we say something that may upset the Legel king here and you." Mia said, as she stood up and pointed at the map. "Legel and Sakuya would for a few weeks combat Aluxaria's forces, Aluxaria would take note that Chaoria will not help and with two kingdoms attacking them, will send a message to our father for help. We will then accept the request and come to their aid, we will have to make it believable at first, but then we will backstab them and send them into confusion. Then its a simple elimination. No survivors." Mia said sitting back down while Aden looked at his little sister. "Well? Your thoughts?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "That's a long time to be fighting," Rose says, crossing her arms over her chestplate. Sapphire looks up at her brother with innocent eyes. "I don't know! I'm not in for all that fighting and wars and stuff!" She says, tilting her head to the side. "You and dad were the ones who always ranted on about making wars and sh-," Sapphire pauses before she swears. "Just, I don't know." Giving a chuckle, Aria looks to Sapphire. "Not allowed to swear, are we?" She asks, which makes Sapphire pout.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke It is I agree, but its to effectively wipe them out. Sure we can just join in at the start, but then causalities would be much higher on all our three sides. I figure this way would be the easiest for all three of us. Besides Aluxaria's queen hates to lose, so when she on the back-rope shes of course going to resort to calling in for help from the only people she can. Us." Mia said, which Aden looked at his sisters cluelessness and sighed. "Up to Sakuya's leaders. Im fine with this plan."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria and Rose look to eachother, and then lean close, talking quietly among themselves. After about a minute or two of talking to eachother, they then pull away from eachother, and look back at Aden. "We agree," Aria says, "However this will be of the southern armies of Sakuya. The north shall be left out." She says. Rose bows her head slightly. "Aria doesn't want to fracture her own 'area' of the kingdom. It's... Not really her area, however it has been whispered among people that the north is hers, as she spends a lot of time up there. Ultimately, it's up to the rulers of the south what happens in the north, as we are a whole kingdom, but," Rose shrugs. "We let them do what they want. Responsibly."</s>
<\|description\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Appearance Description: A handsome man by anyone's standards, Juan Ramiro stands at 5'10" and weighs around 160 pounds. His eyes are pale blue and disarming, but with a gleam of mischief, like the dull curtain of a soft, persistent rain -- and the rainbow left in its wake. His hair is chocolate-brown, messy, coming down just to his ears. Juan has a strong physique, though not overly muscular. His attire of choice is a black, high-end suit, three-piece, with the jacket replaced by a black leather one. When outside, he dons a pair of black sunglasses, and will not go anywhere without his father's old watch on his left wrist. Nickname: El Tiburón -- "The Shark" Age: 29 Gender: Male Nationality: Mexican Role: Con/Fence Personality: Juan is a man of many faces: an opportunistic trait many con-men acquire. Or, perhaps, it is these men who find their way to a life of crime, and not the other way around. For his friends -- and he does not have many genuine ones -- Juan is lighthearted and witty. He was born with the knack to talk, and has used that to get out of many a hostile situation. When faced with stress, he is the first to try to diffuse the situation, believing stress to be "a vulgar and unnecessary habit". However, his life has not been without trauma, and Juan did not come out unscathed. He has killed, and sinned in many a way, and there are moments when he grows quiet and distant. But he buries it, and moves on. Biography: Juan Ramiro Medina was born in Mexico City, and lived in the town of Teoloyucan, Mexico until he was 20. His father, Manuel, was a firefighter, and his mother -- Teresa -- a waitress. his little sister, Gabriela, was born two years later, and the family lived a modest life in a small, one-story ranch on the outskirts of town. Despite his family's situation, Juan immediately stuck out in public school. He was nearly always the brightest child in each of his classes, and excelled specifically in mathematics. His other major talent was that he was a fantastic speaker, often being the one to mediate any situation (and occasionally, the one to talk his way out of a detention or two). All signs pointed to Juan having a bright, legitimate and successful future. However, fate was not on his side, as an explosion took both of his parents' lives one afternoon at their house. Seventeen year old Juan and fifteen year old Gabriela were both at school. When they learned of their parents' death, they were told it was an accident -- that the likely cause was ignition of the gas in the stove. Juan was skeptical, but kept these feelings to himself, not wanting to worry his sister. He moved into an apartment and began to raise his sister by himself. Quickly, however, he realized he could not manage to live on a part-time job's salary, and dropped out of school his senior year. The potential employers, however, were not looking for high school dropouts, and Juan took to a life of crime. For a while, he traversed the streets of Mexico City running short-cons and pickpocketing. But by the time he was twenty, his skills grew to include basic forgery and identity theft. After his sister graduated, twenty year-old Juan decided he would pursue larger targets. Though he now lived comfortably in Teoloyucan, he could not imagine the wealth he would obtain in the United States. His destination, after much deliberation, ended up being the City of Angels - Los Angeles. Once in L.A., Juan found himself making more money than he knew what to do with. At first, much of it he sent back to Gabriela, but he still could afford many luxuries. luxuries he had never before even witnessed in Mexico. He worked solo for a few years, doing jobs for employers that needed something stolen. He was always careful to make sure there was no trail to lead back to him or his clients. "Anonymity," he once quipped, "is just about as important to me as my appearance." However, he joined up with a larger crew to work a big job, and ended up sticking with them for a period of three years. They became his family, a surrogate for his dead parents and distant sister. Together, the crew made a fortune. And then, unknowingly, they robbed from the Columbian Cartel. Everything else went down so fast: one of their crew turned on them, tipped the Cartel off, gunned them down. For the second time, Juan's family had died. This time, it was no accident. Only he and one other managed to make it out alive. After that he liquidated what assets he could -- not much -- and left L.A. for greener pastures. He was initially hesitant to join a new crew, but found strength in numbers and skill, and cautiously signed up. Equipment: When able, Juan carries a silenced Beretta 92A1 handgun and a Smith & Wesson executive foldable blade. He has a high-tech card reader for skimming credit cards and other critical belongings Relationships: Werner Coetzee: "Werner has it all figured out, and I respect that. I've known him longer than the rest and, as different as we are, I know that I can trust him to get a job done and done right." Angelo Ortega: "Angelo? The kid's in a rough spot, and it isn't particularly healthy. I mean, I'm no stranger to the drink, but sooner or later he's gonna burn out on those psychedelics. At least he doesn't let it get in the way of the job -- I thank him for that. I suppose the best I can do is be there for him if he thinks he's gonna break." James Stewart: "James is a good man. A friend. It's been a long time since I could call anyone that, really, but he deserves the title. His skills are invaluable, and I've had the opportunity to work closely with him on jobs involving falsifying identities and the like." Charlotte Chambers: "There are times when I want to strangle Charlotte. And there are times when I think I might be in love. She's a grim reminder of someone I doubt I'll ever see again, and she gives Cons like me a run for our money. I trust her, sure: in a good crew you need to, for better or for worse. I'll sort my feelings out later: We've got jobs to do in the meantime." Mike Hudson: "Mike's a total mystery. He walks a fine line between serenity and explosive rage; a line I didn't even know existed. I think there's conflict behind those eyes, but he hides it like a pro. Anyway, it's not like I'm worried he'll snap during a job: I trust him to separate the personal from the criminal. But we can only hold so much in for so long before it gets to be too much. I've learned that lesson, maybe." Jim Stark: "One of these day's Jim's gonna get fired up and literally explode from the anger. Shit, Mike and I'll have to spend weeks trying to find another gun guy. In the meantime, Jim's rants are mainly just breaths of hot whiskey-tinged air. It's tolerable, really, considering his value to the crew. I think his heart's in the right place, too. It might be a bit smaller that everyone else's, but.. Yeah, definitely in the right place." Alexander Mauk: "Mauk is shady, but valuable. He gives us contracts, specs, and other goodies; in exchange, he gets a decent cut of the profits. It'd sure be nice to meet the man who's been helping me pull heists for over a year, though." Miscellanous: Juan's sister, Gabriela, still lives in Mexico and is unaware of his criminal activities. She's a schoolteacher, an innocent, and Juan does his best to shelter her from his life. Theme Song: Over The Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin</s> <\|message\|>Werner Coetzee Financial Consultant Firm? Fuck. Werner wasn't even sure if he could spell his new "occupation", let alone act like he knew his shit. Even better, Werner was sure he wasn't dressed for the part; slim-fitting jeans, high top tennis shoes, and a heavy parka didn't exactly scream wealth. On top of that, his lean physique, ragged scars, and numerous tattoos further suggested he had no place in an office environment. The mechanic did know, however, the importance of remaining forgettable when working in a city and on the job. In similar past situations, the driver clung onto another member of the crew and let them do the talking, usually Charlotte or James; with Charlotte, everyone's eyes would lose focus on him and stray to the beauty at his side, and James could easily manage all of the office workers with his smooth accent and intelligence. Jim, well, he was a reliable guy, but not the most… Mild-mannered member of the crew. "What's happening Bratwurst?" Werner heard as the Scot entered his car, and couldn't help but chuckle at the greeting. The driver didn't really know his own ethnic background. His mother didn't say much about it, and he didn't know a damn thing about his father, so Werner just stuck with American. But German was as good as any, he supposed. "Not much Jim. Trying not to freeze," he replied with a slight grin. The mechanic heard a light squeak in the back seat and was going to chalk it up to the leather seats had it not been for the rotten smell that followed. "Agh, come on, I know its a stolen car, but show a little respect," Werner scolded as he cracked the windows using control panel on the steering wheel, letting in a gust of fresh air. He wasn't sure why he treated all his stolen cars so gently; they always ended up at a chop shop or in the hands of a crooked used car salesman, sold for a fraction of the car's worth. Keeping a hot car after a bank robbery was a great way to end up behind bars. Especially when you paint the fucking grim reaper on the hood, Werner thought, his mind turning to Angelo. The kid was a decent driver, sure, but Werner wasn't sure he had much common sense. It was only a matter of time, Werner figured, before some beat cop recognized the car and hauled the driver off to prison, or worse, pumped a couple rounds into his chest. The mechanic was just glad he wasn't in Angelos' car. Werner knew the exact location Juan mentioned; it was right next to the Fifth Third Bank. He pulled out onto the street and made his way for their new base of operations just as traffic began to clear. The stockbrokers and bankers finally rolled out of bed and got into the office, which was great timing for them; maybe the crew could slip into the office relatively unnoticed. The city still made Werner uneasy. It was so compact, and whereas LA expanded horizontally, the City of Broad Shoulders stretched straight up; the streets were tight, and every skyscraper leaned over you, barely letting in any natural light. He quickly familiarized himself with the area surrounding the office. To the west was the Chicago River and a retractable bridge, two one way roads extended north and south. West was certainly their best option if they needed to escape, leading into the more hectic part of the city. Juan mentioned he didn't know the details of the job, but this didn't concern Werner too much. Juan always took care of them, and as for their mysterious associate Alex, well… He'd been reliable so far. This news, however, didn't sit well with Jim, who let out a flurry of insults. Werner remained quiet and rolled up the windows and turned the radio on, which started playing "Don't Stop Me Now," helping to distort anything those outside the car might hear the Scot scream. As Jim grew louder and louder, Werner adjusted the radio's volume accordingly. Just as Freddy Mercury was about to inform listeners what to do if they wanted a good time, Jim's tirade ended and Werner pulled into the office's parking lot. "We're here."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega thank you" Angelo said to charlotte when she said it was a nice ride, honestly Angelo put pride in his ride and made it look as badass as possible. As Angelo drove he heard Charlotte ask where he was taking them so Angelo remembered what he could which was the address and were going to an office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard, What I heard was also to act like rich assholes not just regular ones Angelo said laughing a little at him acting like a billionaire car owner or some shit like that. honestly it was just funny thinking Angelo would be rich. Angelo thought as he got their and parked the car in a space and he waited for his passengers to get out first cause once Angelo leaves the car he wont be as macho as before and wont pass as any asshole rich or otherwise.</s>	<\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan raised an eyebrow and thoroughly refrained from getting worked up, as Jim had one of his infamous explosions. It wasn't the first time he'd heard a dig at his country, sure wouldn't be the last. Perhaps Jim got so angry because he had thought Juan to be the leader -- and thus an uninformed one, with the con's last remark. He wondered how many of the others thought the same thing. Still, some of his remarked irked him just a bit. "Jim, when we first hit that art gallery a year back, we were just seven crooks. We were desperate and broke. There was no ringleader, we were all in the dark. When one of us found a job, we all jumped at the chance," he said. "Nothing's fucking changed, besides we're a little richer and a little closer. We've dug a little deeper into our goddamn graves. But this is a job -- it's a cut for each one of us, another check for you to blow on booze, or women, or whatever. You trusted the work then, we all did. So when Alex told me he had a job for us in Chicago, I packed my bags and I took the first flight from Monaco. We are all equals on death row, my friend. I am not the 'boss', I am a con. And nothing's changed." Werner turned the radio up, and Juan sat in silence for the rest of the trip. By the time the car stopped, he had reverted back to his usual demeanor. The building's lobby was pretty plain, and a single receptionist was the room's only occupant. She sat behind a computer, a middle-aged lady with a nametag which read "Deborah". Juan entered through the door and immediately smiled at the woman, walking casually up to the desk. When he spoke, his accent was gone -- replaced by a soft American tone. In his white tee and leather jacket, he looked like the poster child for the States. "Hello there! Sorry to bother you, but my firm's just moved into the building. I believe I emailed the building's owner about getting security badges for my employees. Seven in all, though I'm hoping we'll expand soon with the new location," he gave another sweet, disarming smile. The lady returned it, and produced the badges from her desk. Juan found his -- Toby DeCosta, Global Trust Finances. He found the ones for Jim, James and Werner, and left the other three for Angelo's group to grab. With a nod to the others in his group, he thanked the receptionist and called the elevator.</s>
<\|description\|>Mike Hudson Appearance Description: Mike has a height of 6'1" and weight of 216 lbs. He has black and short hair, dark brown eyes and an athletic constitution. He has no scars, piercings, tattoos or any other distinctive signs. Mike likes to dress casually. You'll never see him in a suit or anything that resembles that. He also likes to wear clothes that he feels confortable in, ignoring fashion trends or stuff like that. Nickname: Mikey, Atlas(his underground fighting nickname) Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: English-American Role: The Heavy Gunner Personality: Mike is a quiet person that dosen't talk much and when he usually does, he likes to go straight to the point. He can be quite hateful sometimes and can even lose his temper if the right buttons are pushed. Aside from that he's pretty calm. A gentle giant. He has a taste for violence and when he starts dealing it, it becomes hard for him to stop. He hates knives, saying that they create too much of a mess, preffering firearms, knuckledusters or even the plain old fists and kicks. Behind his rough and tough guy image however, lies a good person, loyal to his friends and to the team, that will never abuse a woman and that likes to go for a drink with his friends. This image however...he keeps only for himself and those that know him for a long time. Whenever he does anything he likes to follow his heart and not his brain. Biography: Mike's mother was an imigrant from Birmingham, England. She came to the United States seeking a better life. She married an american, a daredevil, performing dangerous stunts on a dirt bike for an audience. Eventually the man died after performing a really dangerous stunt that even his own crew told him to reconsider. After his father's death, Mike and his mother struggled to earn a decent existence and to live a normal life, but it was hard without a man in the family, so Mike did his best to fit that role and helped his mother with anything he could. At the age of 17 he enlisted in the US Marine Corps passing all the steps and successfully becoming one. This decision however, costed him his relationship with Maria, a cuban-american and Mike's high-school sweet heart. However at just 24 he decided to quit because of continuing problems in his family which he desperately wanted to resolve. There were many attempts to make him reconsider but Mike was unshakeable. Apparently his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and Mike wanted to be there for her, badly. Cancer treatment was expensive and Mike was getting desperate. Eventually, forced by the situation he decided to make money the only way he could. He got involved in the world of underground cage fighting with the nickname Atlas and decided that he won't wait to make money legally and watch as his mother slowly and painfully dies. Mike was an instant hit. He won fight after fight and was very appreciated for his strength, intensity and never back down attitude. Now he also had the money to pay for his mother's cancer treatment, which he did. Almost all of it was going towards that direction with very little remaining for him. At the fights he also met a weapons dealer. Mike and the dealer instantly became friends and Mike started working for him as his assistant, looking after his weapons and always making sue that they are in top shape so the clients can be satisfied. More money came from that direction too. Mike's mother eventually managed to overcome her cancer after years of fighting. There were many times when she felt like giving up but Mike was always there to lift up her spirits and pour money in various treatments. He never told her anything about how he got the all that money he put in her treatment. Now that he didn't had to worry about his mother anymore Mike started concentrating on himself more. He stopped working for the weapons dealer but the two remained friends and keep in contact. He also opened up his own business. A small car shop which, in time, he expanded a little. He still participates in underground fighting but not as often as before. Equipment: Well that depends. In normal everyday life aside from his phone, wallet, home keys and car keys he dosen't carry anything else. He usually leaves the guns at home. Cops can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. When he's on a job he usually carries a .9mm Beretta 92FS as a backup gun and a Vector Arms AK-47 w/ folding stock as his main weapon. Of course he has plenty of other weapons stashed away nicely but these two are the one's he uses the most. Also when on jobs he always covers his face with a black balaclava in order to not be recognised and wears a pair of black leather gloves in order to not leave finger prints in case he touches anything else besides his weapons. He also has some M18 smoke grenades back home, taken from his arms dealer friend. He usually takes one every heist, just in case the team needs to cover up their escape or something. Relationships: Juan Medina: "Aaaah yes, dear ol' Juan. If we'd have a real boss, you know? A mastermind? He's the one i'd definetly vote for the job. He does his best to keep us all in line and always seems to have the right words to say. Max respect to him!" Werner Coetzee: "The guy is a mistery to me. I mean he never talks, he never says anything. Sure i'm a pretty quiet guy too but i'm nothing compared to him. I like the fact that he's straight edge though. He dosen't smoke, he dosen't drink, he dosen't hang out with women. Who does that anymore nowadays? With so much temptation surrounding us. Anyway he's a really nice guy and always wants to be helpful. Plus an excellent driver, he pulled our asses out of the fire many times before. We'd be in prison for the rest of our lives now if it wasn't for him." Angelo Ortega: chuckles for a couple of seconds then he stops "Why do we need two drivers anyway? I mean were just a handfull of men robbing banks and other places with valuables. Do we really need two drivers for that? But whatever. It dosen't take a psychologist to realize that the guy has issues. It's like...two different people in one package. Plus I even saw him take drugs once, I don't know...I think it was LSD. He seems to be good behind the wheel though. But if we were to have one driver and I was supposed to choose between him and Werner, I think i'll go for the quiet guy. At least he dosen't take drugs. I hate drugs!" James Stewart: "I swear to God I love James. If I was a woman I would definetly fall for him!" starts laughing and slaps his right foot with his right hand, stopping after about 5 seconds "With all seriousness though, he's one of those types of people that are very easy to get along with. Usually hackers are kind of arrogant. They think their the best shit since the invention of the wheel, but James is not like that. Also, he does one hell of a job for us behind the monitor, good hackers are hard to find and James has successfully made our jobs 10 times easier so far. And I like the fact that he always does his best to get along with everyone. So yeah...max respect to him too!" Charlotte Chambers: "She is an intelligent woman. I can sense that by the way she talks, acts and all that. She probably graduated some big ass university or something, I don't know. She's a lot like Angelo, two different people in one package. When she's not on a job she's very nice and easy to get along with, but when she's on a job, she transforms into this over-confident, sexy, seductive feline that is hard to pass by. And since most men think with their dicks it's obvious they fall for her and she does a perfect job in handling them too. She's okay in my book!" Jim Stark: "The guy is a loose cannon and no matter what the situation or time of day, he always seems so damn angry. He's defintely not the kind of guy you'd like to meet in a dark alley, if you're a helpless person that is. Which is not my case. Overall I don't trust him very much but I don't let it show. Would I put my life in his hands? No way! I'll keep a close eye on him. If he stabs us in the back, it's gonna be his first and last mistake." Alexander Mauk: "Who? Oooh yeah, the cleaner. Sorry but I really can't say anything about him, I mean, the guy is a ghost, nobody has ever seen him, and quite frankly I don't trust him. Not one bit. I don't like to deal with people who are too scared to show their damn face." Miscellanous: - Mike is an active 2nd amendment supporter, participating at many protests against some measures that the government have been taking in time; - He loves music and listens to it alot. He prefers rock, metal, and a little electronic too; - Mike is a good cook. He loves food, he likes to eat but has a good metabolism and always manages to stay in shape. Theme Song: The Prodigy - Warrior's Dance</s> <\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel. "Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting. "I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo yawned as he kept driving towards the park where he would pick up Mike and Charlotte so they would go and learn what their next job was. Angelo took a few more of his gummies filed with acid then he proceeded to hide them. Last thing he wanted was to share his innocent looking gummy bears and have them tripping balls before the job even started. Angelo did a cool drift into a Parallel park to the entrance of the park and Angelo laugh "still awesome" Angelo said laughing then he honked the horn for them so they could get in, Angelo tried to avoid getting out of his car if he has the option. Angelo then waited for them to get in his car so he could drive to the meeting place...</s>	<\|message\|>Mike Hudson Mike just finished his hotdog and started looking through his smartphone at all the music he downloaded before he got on the plane to Chicago. He made a mistake and lost all of the music he had on his SD card after he changed from his previous phone to this Samsung smartphone that he bought a few days ago. Well James helped him a lot with that too, since Mike wasn't very big on technology. All of it rock and metal, especially KoRn. Mike loved KoRn, he was a big fan. There was also some Prodigy there too. That was the only electronic music that Mike was listening too. The rest of it was pretty much crap, especially that EDM shit. That was really driving him crazy. Anyway as Mike was busy with his new toy, Charlotte arrived as she saluted him with a rather cold tone and passed him by, sitting on a bench and asking him about Angelo. Mike put his smartphone on a pocket and turned around towards Charlotte. "First off, good morning to you too. It looks like someone is having a bad day...or night! Am I right?" Said Mike reffering to Charlotte. "Anyway...I have no idea where Angelo is. Although knowing him he's probably somewhere getting high. If you know what I mean." Said Mike as he crossed his arms and looking at Charlotte sucking off from that electronic piece of crap which by the way was nowhere near healthier then an ordinary cigarrete. But whatever...Charlotte had the right to do whatever she wanted with her body. Then Angelo finally decided to grace them with his presence. And he did it in his usual manner. "Dude you're such a showoff! Let's get out of here. Juan is probably waiting for us." Said Mike after getting inside Angelo's Charger, on the passenger seat.</s>
<\|description\|>Charlotte Chambers Appearance Description Charlotte's height is 6'3", just the same as her mother and grandmother. She doesn't wear heels or any kind of shoes, that meant to make the person taller. Her pale, white skin color is common for British people to have; but, she doesn't have red hair or messed up teeth. Many people could even mistake her for being American rather than being British. And she weights around 150 pounds. Nickname The Informant Jewel in the Crown Black Widow Age Twenty-Nine Gender Female Nationality British Role The Temptress Personality Charlotte is an intelligent woman, since she went and graduated from UCLA. She doesn't really make or have friends because of that one event with the boy, that Charlotte had to kill in self-defence. Her cold-hearted attitude would cause many to back away from her, that only appears in between her 'breaks'. But, she changes into a warm-hearted, kind person that many would like to get close by. When she is doing her job, she would try to make you feel like you're the only person in the world. Her supportive and confident in that person would cause them to fall in love with Charlotte. Once she knows that she got closer towards the target, she would end up ruining their lives. Many people, that she has tricked, felt like they were betrayed and that she was just a 'ghost'. She doesn't really have empathy for anyone that she ruined. Biography "You can't always win a man's heart by what's inside; but, you can win his heart and mind by the way you look." Charlotte's mother once said that to her. She was a smart, beautiful British woman within the city of London as she was married to a wealthy man and life was going well. Until, her father was found dead on the bed as her mother wasn't in the house at the time. Reports said that he had died of a heart attack; but in reality, he was poisoned by her mother. The medical examiners didn't know about the selenium in the cup, that killed her husband. The death of the husband got the family rich with the £800,000 life insurance on her father. Her mother decided to not get married again and remember her husband. She became the widow. Of course, she taught her daughter the basic ways of surviving in the real. She told Charlotte three things about the real world: You must be beautiful to get the man's attention, you must be smarter than both sexes, and you must be able to strong. She took her mother's advice to heart for the rest of her life as she used those things in her school. She would often trick men into doing what she wanted to do or wanted to have for them during her preteen years. Then, she went to the parties and used the environment at the parties. She would use the drinks as a way to get the man to hang around Charlotte and then she would go for it. Taking money, valuable things, anything that looked good to sell. She did it for years and never got caught until after she finished school and went to America to attend the University of California in Los Angeles. Things changed at a party one night, where she walked a guy in his room. The guy kept flirting with her until she told him that she was leaving the room, which the guy responded by grabbing her and threw her towards the wall. He shut the door and lock it as he walked towards Charlotte. Charlotte fought back the guy, where she was losing the battle. Until, she saw a knife on top of the kitchen counter and used it to stab her abuser and ran out of the room, screaming her help. When the police arrived, the man was dead with a knife in his neck as he lay on the ground with a pool of blood. She wasn't never charged with murder as she did it in defense. Soon, she graduated from UCLA and moved back to her dying mother. She then told Charlotte about killing her husband as she was lying in her deathbed for cancer. She soon died peacefully and Charlotte lost her mother and money. The only things she had were her clothes, makeup, and some cash. She soon moved back to America with the remaining money spent to get an airplane to New York City. Then, she soon found herself in a group with no money and no place to stay. All she has with her are her look and her purse... Equipment She carries around her purse, when she goes anywhere. Inside the purse, she has makeup, some cash, a pack of smokes, and a SIG Sauer Mosquito with a silencer on it. In her jacket pocket, she has a tiny pocket knife for a feel or protection. She rarely uses it; but when she does, she would go for the killing blow. Relationships Miscellanous Charlotte is trying to make the switch for cigarettes to e-cigarettes, hoping to make her more healthy and then she will try to quit. Theme Song Toxic - Brittary Spears</s> <\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel. "Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting. "I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo yawned as he kept driving towards the park where he would pick up Mike and Charlotte so they would go and learn what their next job was. Angelo took a few more of his gummies filed with acid then he proceeded to hide them. Last thing he wanted was to share his innocent looking gummy bears and have them tripping balls before the job even started. Angelo did a cool drift into a Parallel park to the entrance of the park and Angelo laugh "still awesome" Angelo said laughing then he honked the horn for them so they could get in, Angelo tried to avoid getting out of his car if he has the option. Angelo then waited for them to get in his car so he could drive to the meeting place...</s> <\|message\|>Mike Hudson Mike just finished his hotdog and started looking through his smartphone at all the music he downloaded before he got on the plane to Chicago. He made a mistake and lost all of the music he had on his SD card after he changed from his previous phone to this Samsung smartphone that he bought a few days ago. Well James helped him a lot with that too, since Mike wasn't very big on technology. All of it rock and metal, especially KoRn. Mike loved KoRn, he was a big fan. There was also some Prodigy there too. That was the only electronic music that Mike was listening too. The rest of it was pretty much crap, especially that EDM shit. That was really driving him crazy. Anyway as Mike was busy with his new toy, Charlotte arrived as she saluted him with a rather cold tone and passed him by, sitting on a bench and asking him about Angelo. Mike put his smartphone on a pocket and turned around towards Charlotte. "First off, good morning to you too. It looks like someone is having a bad day...or night! Am I right?" Said Mike reffering to Charlotte. "Anyway...I have no idea where Angelo is. Although knowing him he's probably somewhere getting high. If you know what I mean." Said Mike as he crossed his arms and looking at Charlotte sucking off from that electronic piece of crap which by the way was nowhere near healthier then an ordinary cigarrete. But whatever...Charlotte had the right to do whatever she wanted with her body. Then Angelo finally decided to grace them with his presence. And he did it in his usual manner. "Dude you're such a showoff! Let's get out of here. Juan is probably waiting for us." Said Mike after getting inside Angelo's Charger, on the passenger seat.</s> <\|message\|>Jim Stark Holy shite that's a tidy wee car. I'm sitting here, in this homely overcast weather, when this thing of fucking beauty glides up next to me. Werner, that cheeky Kraut/Yank/whatever the fuck he is boy, was just visible through the stylishly tinted glass. Everything about this car makes the guy seem... important. The sleek, professional body gives us the impression of bankers but the roar of the bastard makes us men. Werner turns to us and gives us a quick wave, nothing more expected from him, and greets us as we cram into the ride. I sit down on that leather and let out a soft wee fart, and it warms my arse right up. The leather which swallows your body like a fucking bean bag shares the fart warmth all about my body and I shiver into a deeper, cosier position. "What's happening, Bratwurst?" I jokingly ask Werner. I wouldn't say we were best mates or any of that shite, but Werner's one of those blokes who don't talk so you can get the last word in. Just perfect. He'll bounce off you once in a while with a comeback and will smirk at a joke when he has to. Not entirely professional, but enough for a blonde broad with big ol' titties to feel bored and unloved. That's when I swoop in and shag her right. "No bother buddy, rich can do. You got a twenty I can borrow or something though because I'm fucking broke!" I holler, laughing my arsehole off. Us Scots are the steengiest fuckers in the world. If anyone can pull of hoarding money, it's fucking me. I run my hands through my hair and rearrange it on my head so it looks presentable instead of my greasy plane-sex-sleep current look. Not that it helps the the greasy plane-sex-sleep look at all, just that I put my fucking paws through it. Juan mentioned that he didn't know anything about the job. I panic, get scared, wonder why we even went this fra if nothing had been arranged. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you telling me you've brought us from sunny sexy Monaco on the Med to this festering cesspit if you and that dozy fucking Alex prick haven't even got anything sorted? We're robbing something, soon, and if I don't fucking know what I'm shooting, I'm gonna be shooting fucking every-fucking-thing! Just because wee taj's like you down in Tacoland steal willy-fucking-nilly doesn't mean us civilised folk do it that way!" I scream, louder and louder at each fucking obscenity. This would be the point I'd walk away at, when I realised that nothing but jail time and gangbang in the shower block are coming for me, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. The fucking car was still moving.</s>	<\|message\|>Charlotte Chambers Charlotte sat on the bench as he heard Mike's annoying voice as usual. She wanted to either shoot his mouth or just kick him in the balls and leave him to cry. But, he is an 'important member of the team' as Juan would of said towards her. She kept smoking on her E-cig as he saw Angelo's car. She heard Mike saying how cool the car was and the stuff you would say to kiss someone's ass. The car was amazing to look at, Charlotte admitted as she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. But, she had to, as she put away her E-cig and walked towards the car. "Nice car, Angelo." she said with a smile towards him as she got inside the car and sat at the back of the car. As she was sitting and waiting for the car to start, she couldn't help but think of the cab driver. Where was he at now? How will his wife find out about the lost money? Will their daughter not get her a gift for her next birthday? So many questions, yet not enough answers to keep up with the questions. She then remembered other people, that she had ruined. Workers, officers, business people, staff members, and even a CEO—thought he could of been a fake; but, she still got his money and information. She realized that she didn't know where they were going. So she asked Angelo the question, "Where are we going to meet the rest?".</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Moans drift across the henge as the gathered planeswalkers wake to a bright morning sun. The bright light burns the eyes at first, though it lessens as the eyes become accustomed to the light. Heads throb throughout the group, perhaps the only thing these planeswalkers share, but no there is another thing that binds them, and they all know it. They are all from the same plane, one that has vanished completely. Who, why, and how this happened is a mystery to the gathered planes walkers. There does't appear to be anyone else around, though the woods are thick not far beyond the henge, so who can say for sure? Mot woke quickly, and wished he hadn't. The throbbing was debilitating and he did his best to push it to the back of his mind and was mostly successful. He listened carefully, but heard little besides the groans of those around him. Carefully, he rose, using part of the henge to steady himself with one hand, while the other made certain the his mask was in place, which it was, and then he pulled the cowl of his cloak up over his head. He shifted his feet, stumbling into the shade of a lentil, sometimes the heavy black cloak was a disadvantage, such as now. The light breeze did little to soothe the stifling heat of radiating from his own cloak and he wondered just how long they'd been laying there. Mot put his back to the stone he was leaning on, his legs still stiff, and gazed across the henge at the gathered plainswalkers. He didn't recognize any of them, but something told him that he could trust them and he didn't doubt it. From the lower branches of a tree not too far away, a goblin peered through heavy foliage, trying to see what lay within the henge, but not daring to move any closer or make a sound lest he draw attention to himself. Instead, after a few moments, it slid around the trunk, and then climbed down the tree, and stole quietly away before those gathered could gather to much of their wits for the throbbing recesses of their minds.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina awoke with a headache throbbing. Ugh, what ever did I do to deserve this? I was trying to heal someone's wounds. Everything went bright. What is this place? Seeing someone else up, she arose slowly, making sure to not make the headache worse. "Excuse me," Photina politely aimed her greeting at the standing male, "do you know where we are?" She notices all of the others around her, all groaning from, supposedly, the same or similar headache Photina had been subject to. She decided on making the best of it by trying to heal them. I don't have the power to heal all these people... At least, not quickly... Pushing away her negative thoughts, she decided to find a small spell to heal the other upstanding planeswalker. She took a second to remember a grassy forest she had visited when she learned to heal using nature's power. She minorly healed the standing planeswalker and rested. That took too much energy after having just awoken, but kept herself from falling over. Photina stretched her wings out and tried to fly, but was too sore to get more than half an inch off the ground before being unable to continue from fatigue. With that, Photina decided to start walking, slowly, towards the standing planeswalker.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria awoke with a jolt. Without thinking she shot a spell of lightning into the air above her. It struck one of the stones of the hedge and bounced harmlessly but threateningly to another. The stone was not harmed but blackened by the heat. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She rose to her knees while holding her head. She was dizzy and confused. While she had been drinking recently, She knew she had not drank enough for this. As her managed to obtain her balance, she looked around her. Spotting several beings were around her. Varying in race and make. Friends or Foe it mattered little to her. Two were awake, more asleep. The two awake had the advantage over her. The fact displeased her. Victoria stood up on her feet and takes a few steps back away from any nearest person. She watched and observed everything and everyone around her. Her left hand pulled her white cloak over her while her right rested comfortably on her dagger.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman. Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back. Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa the Chaotic Resurgent Wakie Wakie, Eggs and Bacy She had been particularly enjoying a good nap beneath the soothing warmth of the sun until lightning crackled and broke through the air directly into the mountainside beneath her. Sharply, a pair of ruby red draconic eyes would open as the vertical pupils narrowed upon the source. From a distance, she could easily grasp the fact that the gathered group was ill at ease, and displeased with what had happened to them. So was she, this agonizing headache wasn't helping any. Aside that, the Dragon spread the magnificence that was her wings wide as she dove from the cliff top. With a monstrous size that rivaled the mountainside that she had leapt from, as she got closer, the draconic plainswalker swiftly shrunk into a humanoid state. Even though the crown of her being, two long horns from her crown emblazoned in gold and sweeping back into the maddening thickness of her red hair, still very much remained. The mark of her species, her pride in being who and what she was. Sweeping the translucent cloak of crimson behind her, the Dragon strode to curiously watch the two others who had woken sort out their difference. If they would sort them out at all, that is.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina noticed the bolt, but merely flinched. The headache and fatigue was wearing on her reflexes as well. She turned to the caster, noticing the man's intent in speaking, and joined him, saying "aye, dear. If we meant harm, we would have already been inflicting it. I'm a healer anyway. Do you have any wounds needing to be tended to? It would take but a few seconds to conjur the mana needed to heal you. As a show of good faith, I shall greet first. Now," turning so that either 'walker was to either of her sides, and raising her hands in surrender, but remembering an open field where she learned of the Samite people, who were very apt healers, so she could summon one "I have a healer I can summon. My name is Photina, and I am a travelling healer of sorts. Known in some parts as 'The Kind Stranger'. I'm going to summon my healer now." Lowering herself to the ground, she touched it, creating a circle which contained part of a plain on the ground. One of the Samite people appeared in a shower of light, to which the portal closed. "Sir, please prevent damage from the lass over there, please." The healer nodded back to her. "He cannot directly heal wounds, but can prevent them. I'm summoning him as a guard for your protection as a benevolent sign." The angelically ascended woman then smiled warmly at the female, with a hint of wariness, purely due to uncertainty.</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora, The Chains of the Sea With a bang, Fiora woke from the ground and stood up, silently looked at the others in the room, definitely being planeswalkers but it didn't matter at the moment as she needed to assess her situation. The painful throbbing in her head can wait for latter, as she pulled her cloak over her head and then pulled a scarf to cover the majority of her face leaving only her eyes to be seen. She although being merfolk, her time on land she had grown adapted to the modesty of the races that had lived on the land, adopting some of the clothing to make her look less of a sore-thumb. She looked at her 'companions' as she silently observed them, deeming that two of them were at least decent enough to trust, especially the Healer. The Dragoness was an intimidating individual but in a match of smart and wits she could probably win, but she wouldn't chance that and either way the girl was on her side for now. Then there was the problem of the two shady individuals who she knew could never be up to any good, and placed a mental note to keep her guard up. With nothing better to do, she closed her eyes, before she gently pulled in the strings of energy that she could feel pulling in the light that touched everything in its kingdom and water from nearby that she wished she could disappear in. She took her time collecting the energy of the land that was unfamiliar to her, recognizing the feel of the energy of this plane before casting her spell. The space around her hardening before a barrier was formed that would protect her from damage, and friendly fire... Feeling decent enough she let her guard down slightly for the mean time and watched the other planeswalker interact with each other, keeping to herself. Force Bubble - Fiora</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot looked around and realized that things weren't going to get started all on they're lonesome. So he pushed himself off the stone he'd been leaning on and began the introductions. Most call me Dread Cultist Mot. Whatever I was before today, I stand now changed. I seek to regain the plane that was taken from us, or if that should fail, to take recompense from the fool that stole it from us. I will use whatever force, tact, or scheme is necessary to achieve my goal. I do not ask you to follow me, or even to work with me, only that you would not stand in my way. I have no wish to cause any harm to any of you, the only beings left of the plane I call home. Will anyone here stand between me and my goal?</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina turned to the one calling himself the 'Dread Cultist'. "Nay sir, I would only seek to aid anyone who wishes to regain a place we had in common, yet lost. I would join you. I also wish for my home plane back. I wish no one harm, less they threaten to harm any ally of mine." Photina looked around, checking for hostilities betwixt those gathered tween the stones. Then, focussing intensely, she then remembered an island she knew of that had to be crossed by four miles or so of natural grass-seas, with not but a handful of trees to be seen. It was there that she remembers the call of the birds. After taking a dozen or so seconds to backtrack to the island in memory, Photina summoned four birds to scout in the local area. "These birds will help us see things. They will report back to us and we can find a path to travel on after that." The birds flew in four, seemingly cardinal, directions. Scouting almost a mile in each direction. This summoning truly drained Photina to the point of almost collapsing. With that, she sat down instead. "So what are the names of you all?" the healer politely inquired, adding "I know you now, Sir Mot."</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Impudence Passively, the Dragon watched onward as the tensions grew. It was rather remarkable to watch, the inherent conflict that seemed to rise with those of differing opinion. Even of those differences themselves seemed to inconsequential. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased when others summoned defenses and the like out of supposed good faith between one another. If one were in good faith, then defenses wouldn't need to exist in the first place, just like how she had not summoned a single minion in the myriad that had occurred. Yet once one summoned birds that took to the heavens for the purpose of scouting their surroundings, the Dragon understood the wisdom of such. Like the other, she too summoned a quartet of birds, though these were far different than the other's. Within the splendor of their plumage, there was all the colors of the world as they took to the sky. Sweeping in the halves of the direction that the polarities of the other had not, their concise eyes searched the sky and ground alike. Then she saw him, through the eyes of one bird she saw a lurking shadow. One who was stealthily doing their best to sneak away, yet once the feathered creature she controlled caught him with their avian eyes, they did not lose them. "Grand." The dragon spoke softly, yet the presence of her voice seemed to reverberate through the air. Down to the very souls and bones of every plainswalker that stood nearby. "Your squabbling has allowed someone to observe us and try to sneak away, mortals." She then uttered scathingly, as the skies above seemed to darken and rumble ominously with foreboding thunder. The crimson core of her eyes seemed alight with fire as she strode away from them, until they heard him long before they saw him. "Come to me, my little broodling. You know your purpose." Jagged lightning arced through the blackness of the clouds as the Dragon continued to walk towards the forest line where the man had fled. Behind her, from atop the mountains, massive talons shredded stone as a large blackened form plunged through the blackness of the thunderstorm clouds. With a savage, monstrous roar that caused the heavens and earth to shudder, a Hellkite with lightning seeming to crackle from it's wicked looking maw swept over the plainswalkers as it tore across the skies towards its objective. Trees were collapsed and crushed as the monstrous Dragon landed upon the ground, causing it to shudder as it came to stand intimidatingly before Grud. A roar that caused even more trees to snap and shatter as lightning arced through them and across the ground in front of the peculiar man who had tried to steal away undetected. Not long after the creature landed, he would hear a voice behind him. Grand, powerful, and magnificent all the same. A voice that belied a much larger and terrifying form as she calmly spoke to him. "What brings you here, mortal? Why do you trouble me with your meager presence?"</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was at a loss for words when she heard "Your squabbling has allowed someone to observe us and try to sneak away, mortals." Thinking that this was no group purposefully put together, the angel responded "Madam, we are not yet collecti-" at that point, thunder silenced her. She saw as the previously silent being summoned a large draconic creature from over a distant mountain. Photina had no words. The summoned beast swooped over and seemed to be targeted on something in the distance. The only report Photina got back from her birds were that there were movements in the bushes around the stone circles. "Sir Mot, do you have any idea where we are to go? I see she" motioning to the lady who had summoned the draconic being "has found something of interest in that direction. Do you wish to follow suit or would you prefer another way?"</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara It really did not Victoria the answer this Mot gave. He failed to answer the only question that mattered: Who took the plane? Anyone that powerful needed to be dealt with. They threatened the natural order of things. How they did it? Why? These were the questions that Victoria was thirsty to know. And she wanted as much blood as possible to find out the answers. She could tell the masked man before her was not one to give answers freely. She might have said something more to the man but the dragoness took her attention. The dragon had summoned another being. Unlike the angel, this one looked like it could do some damage. Her actions evoked the self-righteous anger she learned on the plains as a youth. This dragon had just attacked a person with out provocation. Maybe things were different in the eyes of the dragon, but being looked at by another is not a cause worth killing for. "What in Grixis are you doing, Dragon? You have the audacity to attack a bystander of the plane without cause? You are just begin to being a hornet's nest down on our head. I have no reason to be associated with you. Acting for the whole group here was not asked for." Victoria said anger. She prepared herself for a fight with the dragon. She could not allow the dragon to kill without cause. She might have no moral compass but this gave planeswalkers a bad name.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin Grud cowered as the very forest around him shook and gave way to a massive being. He scrambled backwards, until he heard another voice behind him. Turning he saw the source of the voice, though it seemed much to small to be the source, but it clearly wasn't afraid of the dragon behind him. Grud didn't understand a single word spoken to him, whether out of fright or ignorance, is not immediately apparent. Dread Cultist Mot Well... that wasn't entirely surprising, considering that a dragon had landed not far from where a lightning bolt had risen from the ground to the mountain above, being observed was a thing that was highly likely. He only wondered if there were others observing, and guessing that even if there were none now, there would be more soon. Speaking to the angel beside him, he reluctantly followed the dragon and the feisty little girl. He had to give her that much, few could stand up to a dragon, and she was certainly confident in her ability to handle herself. As much as I would like to leave those two behind, I do not have a clear understanding of where we are, and I suspect that following along will answer that question more quickly than any other path. So for now, let us remain one group, however divided our loyalties may be. Mot wondered what the Mermaid thought about all of it, but she had remained quite silent and aloof of the proceedings. As he thought of her, he remembered the first time he'd met a merfolk, and the Island on which it happened. As Mot mooved the summoned Gatewarden buzzed through the air just over head, it's hair thickening into writhing strands, as he enchanted her with Aspect of Gorgon. He wanted to be ready for whatever attention the dragon's ... blatantly overt actions had drawn. He also took a moment to review his inventory of spells readied, and noticed he had an abundance of sorceries, but a distinct lack of creatures to attack with. That could be problematic.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was awestruck. "Miss, was that all really necessary? Destroying all summoned and wild creatures about you as such is dangerous with allies." Her tone was not harsh, nor angry. She was more curious than anything. What gain does this dragoness gain by taking out allied creatures as well as foes? Does she mean well to us, or should we take cover from her? Photina stayed calm and polite, but readied a blocking spell if needed. She noticed that another planeswalker had been using lightning that hit two of the creatures. Of course, this was before the dragoness killed most every creature anywhere near her. That was a pretty impressive spell. Photina couldn't help but compliment the lass' skill. A little reckless, though. Had Photina had warning of the lass' attempts, she could have protected the lass with a shield of some sort. Oh, well. Nothing can be done now.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot was moderately annoyed with the dragon's casual display of power, not because it destroyed his creatures as effectively as it killed the rats, minions often had to pay the price of serving a dangerous master and this was no different. The extra attention that would be gathered though, that bothered him. He hated being put into the focus of another, and he felt even now that others were watching. He sighed, why couldn't they just go about their business discretely? Oh well, for better or for worse he'd cast his lot, though whether or not he remained with this motley group remained to be seen. Mot stood quietly, enjoying the memories of an old swamp, burned by natural fires, and drew upon it's energies to better prepare himself for whatever was still watching. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Teysa was the obvious target, walking through the carnage with pride. The goblin tribe she sought, aimed for her first, fearing the same fate as the rats, but encouraged by their leader and his two wizards. Suddenly the sound of a rhythmless rattle erupts from a thicket of brambles off to the party's left, while nine separate sparks streak towards Teysa (nine instances of 1 damage, from various sources, being dealt directly to Teysa). A howling goblin bursts from the hedge, followed closely by a small horde of other very angry goblins (18 goblins coming out of the hedge altogether). They split up choosing targets apparently at random (rolled a d6 for each attacker, and just went down the list of players in order of their application). Dread Cultist Mot, the first up in the list, is being attacked by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brawler, and a Goblin Brigand. Thanks to Teysa's little stunt his defenses are gone and he suffers several injuries as he tries to defend himself. Next up is the Black Angel, and she faces a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brigand, and the Goblin Bushwhacker. The Kind Stranger, is less fortunate, and faces three Goblin Arsonists, a Goblin Berserker, and a Goblin Brawler. Her wall still stands, however, the rattling noises necessitate that a second creature joins the wall before they can block any of her opponents. The Chaotic Resurgent, is also being attacked, but only by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Arsonist, and a Goblin Berserker. The Chains of the Sea, is being attacked by a single Goblin Brigand. The remaining Bloodcrazed Goblin and two Goblin Berserkers trip and fall as they attempt to cross the charred remains of the rats. Teysa, and other sufficiently experienced planeswalkers, might recognize that many of the attacking Goblins would not be felled by an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, this was a special bunch alright. The leader was likely to know the information Teysa sought, and she might be tempted to assume the Goblin Bushwhacker led the group, but that assumption would quickly dissipate as she saw how resilient and strong these goblins were. The true leader hid within the hedge with the goblins that had shot Teysa, only moments ago. * Each character effectively has a life total of 30. * All of the attacking goblins have the following enhancement: +2/+3 * All remaining goblins, except the leader, have this enhancement: +1/+3 * The Goblin Cheiftan only has a +0/+2 enhancement. * Goblin War Drums and Goblin Caves are active. * Charcter's health cannot be reduced to less than 0, at 0 the character becomes unconscious. * Technicalities, including those listed above, may be ignored with GM/CO-GM's permission, usually done to progress the plot.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria had paused her Summoning spell to watch mizzium mortars devastate the vermin. It was a beautiful display of lethal prowess, however it lacked the personal touch that Victoria would have liked. When the goblins erupted and attacked, Victoria finished her summoning. She called forth her Deathpact Angel. The black winged angel dove from on high swinging a beautiful golden scythe. Much to Victoria's surprise, her angel missed the nimble goblin bushwacker. She drew her knife to try to protect herself. She was able to disarm the bloodcrazed goblin before her angel recovered and returned to protect her master. Togather Victoria and her angel finished off the bloodcrazed goblin. She took the hits from the other two. Hp remaining: 20</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Seeing the on-rush of goblins in her direction, Photina decided to activate the blocking spell, Healing Leaves, on herself as she had readied in accord with her innate bird summoning ability to buy her some time while she gathered the mana necessary to call the four birds to help protect her. She looks around at all the others fighting and realized that this might be it. I have no adequate defences. I know of none strong enough to effectively destroy these foul creatures. Aye, this may be my end. Then I must protect others, once I can reduce my own threat. With a surge of energy from the many plains she has travelled (plains as in fields, not planes) to summon Orim, one of her closest advisors in the art of healing. By the time the goblins got to Orim and Photina, Orim managed to use a spell of his own to add some extra blocking power to the summoned bird, who, along with Orim herself, jumped in front of the Arsonist, since the goblins' music was making them charging harder than normal. Orim was immediately slain, being charred and sent flying past the arsonist. The bird somehow survived this barrage from the arsonist, who shot a ball of flame as he died at the bird, killing it. The other two goblins had no problem reaching Photina as she had no defences left. Now, on to help others. HP: 25 (3 damage blocked by Healing Leaves) Loyalty points: 4 (still. None gained nor expended)</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Seeing the on-rush of goblins in her direction, Photina decided to activate the blocking spell, Healing Leaves, on herself as she had readied in accord with her innate bird summoning ability to buy her some time while she gathered the mana necessary to call the four birds to help protect her. She looks around at all the others fighting and realized that this might be it. I have no adequate defences. I know of none strong enough to effectively destroy these foul creatures. Aye, this may be my end. Then I must protect others, once I can reduce my own threat. With a surge of energy from the many plains she has travelled (plains as in fields, not planes) to summon Orim, one of her closest advisors in the art of healing. By the time the goblins got to Orim and Photina, Orim managed to use a spell of his own to add some extra blocking power to the summoned bird, who, along with Orim herself, jumped in front of the Arsonist, since the goblins' music was making them charging harder than normal. Orim was immediately slain, being charred and sent flying past the arsonist. The bird somehow survived this barrage from the arsonist, who shot a ball of flame as he died at the bird, killing it. The other two goblins had no problem reaching Photina as she had no defences left. Now, on to help others. HP: 25 (3 damage blocked by Healing Leaves) Loyalty points: 4 (still. None gained nor expended)</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria growled as she rammed her dagger deep into the soft spot under the jaw of the goblin brigand when it tried to back away to ready another attack. The Deathpact Angel swiftly beheaded the goblin bushwhacker that was harassing Victoria at the same time. Victoria looked at her goblin as it squirmed, "I am getting tired of wasting energy on your kind. Your death is sweet..." Victoria grabbed the goblin's skull, "But you are just making me mad." She tossed the goblin aside as and let it die from blood loss. No longer in immediate danger, Victoria scanned the battlefield. She saw that the dragoness had reverted to her natural state. She was torching everything in sight. Fortunately, the dragon killed the goblins that stumbled over the rat corpse. Victoria noticed the merfolk made movement to protect Mot. That was perfectly alright with her. Of all the planeswalkers gathered here, only Mot seemed to be able to rival her. The dragon might be trouble, but the dragon seemed tame when not provoked. What caught Victoria's attention as she gazed across the battlefield with lethal intent was the danger the Angel girl was in. Victoria pulled mana from some of the blackest regions of the multiverse. From the very swamps in which Victoria first lost herself, her ideals, her own name. In anger, she raised her hand and cast her dark spell. A haunting moan of a undead cut through the air. As the spell resolved, two undead zombies appeared around angel, Photina. Together they struck down one of the goblins harassing her. The goblin was startled to badly that the undead appearing before it to do effectivly attack back. Victoria's DeathPact Angel swooped in and took out the other one for Photina. Victoria was too far for her creatures to defend her, but Photina was protected for now. Fiora's wall of denial defended Mot long enough for Teysa's flames to scorch the goblins to death. The wall was damaged but not destroyed. As the last of the Goblins died a horrible burning deaths, the air grew silent. However, Goblins were not the only thing that observing the battlefield. The ground shook as footsteps echoed across what remained of the jungle. Bursting through a pair of dragon-scorched trees, A massive beast emerges (30/30 Deathbringer Thoctar). Spikes bulged out from beneath heavy armor plating. It roared threateningly to the planeswalker. Victoria was surprised to see the beast appear. This creature smelt of the undead. It must have been nearby when the battle started, called to the sweet scent of death. Victoria called out to Photina, "Hey, Angel. I recall you saying your name was Photina. I, Victoria Ultimara, Have need of your healing gifts. I am out of mana, but I have a plan. Keep me alive while I complete the summoning." Victoria began her summoning. Her two undead clawed at their throats and chests and collapsed as the animus was pulled from their bodies. The Deathpact angel also collapsed in pain as life was rudely pulled from its body. As a great portal opened up above Victoria, she coughed up blood and her skin broke leaking fresh blood down her left arm. Out of the Portal, The Demon of Death's Gate climbs out. Being among the most powerful creature on the battlefield, It took up a stance to fight the Deathbringer Thoctar. Life remaining: 14 loyalty: 3</s> <\|message\|>Marcellus Marcellus- Unbreakable Guardian The sound of chaos and combat reached Marcellus' ears as he wandered through the jungle. He'd found himself on a different plane that day, his previous home having been torn asunder by some force he could not recall. And as he attempted to map his way through the underbrush in which he found himself, he heard a series of cries, clashes, and death throes, as well as the noise of two, no... three great beasts crashing through the undergrowth. Those noises meant someone, somewhere was fighting nearby- and that meant multiple things in and of itself. Were they friendly? Had others survived and been transported here, like him? Or was this a part of this new world? Either way, it sounded as though somebody was in trouble. And that was reason enough for him to step in. With a muttering and a call to the coasts of the land he once knew, a blue field formed around the Knight and took shape, forming a spectral drake around him. With a flap of the translucent wings he was airborne, flying toward the sounds as quickly as he could. "Whoa... That is a BIG Deathbringer..." As he came upon the scene of carnage, a few things were made clear to Marcellus at once; firstly, that there were several individuals that seemed to be allied against the Deathbringer. Secondly, that all of them seemed to be foreign to the world. And thirdly, one of them was an Angel. The same sort of Angel, in fact, that he once called his comrades. And that dragon... it couldn't be HER, could it? Either way, these people were definitely not from this world, and were definitely in need of some help. So, without further ado, he folded the Drake Umbra's wings and plummeted to the ground, landing just to the side of the Demon of Death's Gate. "Sorry to intrude..." he said as he landed, "But it looks as though you could use a hand." Not long after he landed, an ethereal soldier spawned at the front next to him, sword drawn, and ready for battle! 30 Life 7 Loyalty Drake Umbra -> Marcellus (+3/+3, Flying) Unbroken Soldier summoned (1/1, Red/White/Blue)</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina hears the female who called herself Victoria call to her, asking for assistance. As she looked over to respond, Victoria was taking damage from her own summoning. Seeing an enemy start to cast its own spell, Photina quickly countered, pulling the spell's essence from the enemy caster, converting it into healing energy, and sent it to Victoria to help her wounds. "I apologize for the lack of health I could supplement, for I tend to nullify more damage than I heal. I will gladly keep you from getting hurt further." At that moment, Photina used another one of her memorized spells, sending a small protective aura to Victoria, which then bounced off the female and to her own creature. She readied the rest of her mana to regenerate the previously sacrificed Deathpact Angel, adding more defences, or damage, to Victoria's arsenal. Panting, Photina says "that is all I can do for now. I will ready more protection for you as soon as I can." Photina HP: 25 Loyalty: 5 Absorb's effect: Victoria's HP 14 -> 17 Heal the Scars regenerated Deathpact Angel</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them. He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe. Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head. "You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here." She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. "The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood." Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue. "Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria watched the dragoness masquerade as the goblin's god. It was insulting to watch. Even if the goblin believed in gods, there are no gods in this multiverse. Those so called gods of Theros are only powerful beings and they use their powers only to amuse themselves. For this dragon to claim the divinity of a god was blasphemy that was insulting to Victoria. Regardless she remained silent. If her feelings would take the best of her, she would not survive the repercussions. She might be able to take the dragon but not if every planeswalker here rises to the dragoness' defense. She bite her lip to keep from speaking and drew her dagger playfully. She flipped it in her hand. She swallowed her anger enough to make her think sharper. She began to become honestly interested where this interrogation would lead them.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud looked at the second woman to address him and tried to understand what she asked, but was interrupted by the goddess' request. He Turned and pointed, quickly scurrying off in the indicated direction. He disappeared in the low brush, but didn't move very fast so keeping up by sound and the sight of moving branches was easy enough. And then he suddenly stopped, or rather was stopped, as the brush around him erupted in a flurry of rapid movement and high-pitched squeaks. When the group caught up to him, he lay buried beneath a pile of feasting rats. None of which seemed to pleased at the intrusion of yet more beings. With one last squeal they surged forward towards the group. Mot, content to walk in the middle of the group, sent forth his summoned Gatewarden, and two just summoned Deathcult Rouges to hold off the swarm while until the others could gather their defenses, or plan their attack, as each being must choose. They met the rats, and held them , though more rats were coming and it was obvious that these three defenders wouldn't last long despite the gatewardens's apparent ability to kill with a touch.</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed before her hand swept forth, casting a spell before a Wall was summoned. It was combined with blue and white mana to create a 'Wall of Denial'. It was a study thing and would definitely hold off several of these rats but against the whole lot, it would easily fall. All she could do was buy time, and so from the air she tapped into its energy. Weaving and stringing along the blue mana that was there, turning it into blue chains that flew into the rats. It had only been able to stop a few due to their petite size but her spell were mostly effective on a single person that was bigger. Since her blue spell was useless against this amount of opponents, she saved her excess mana and began to focus collecting the white mana for her next spells. Wall of Denial - (0,8) - Defending Force Bubble - 0/4 - Fiora</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria saw the rats and laughed as they devoured the little goblin. It was a good death and a funny way to go. She would not have imagined the goblin dying in such a manner. Honestly, She imagined she would cause the goblins demise herself. Maybe incineration or exploding from the inside out. Now, that opportunity was never going to happen. As the rats rushed towards her and the group, She summoned up mana to herself. She refined the mana into a bolt of electricity like when she first awake on this world. The lightining struck the nearest rat then bounced wildly towards another. Both rats breathed their last. The thrill of the kill brought a smile to her face. It was a shame, these rats were not smart enough to understand what death was. Its bliss, its terror, nor its dark majesty. Victoria knew what she could do, not only for the fight against these vermin but to impress the group. She began to draw mana into herself and began a summoning incantation.</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Smoothly keeping pace with the little pest as it scuttled onward towards the brink of what she hoped might have been a possible sort of clue that would help her discern exactly where she was. Oddly, the others followed, some of them fumingly towards her even; but the Dragoness didn't care in the least. She was not one to bend like a mewling quim to the fury of others. She had never been such, in fact. Nor would she ever be. Yet once the goblin was suddenly devoured by a horde of ill-tempered rats, she clicked her tongue annoyingly. So much for a hopeful source of information, and passively she watched on as others summoned defenses and the like. Standing back, as the four colorful birds she possessed still seemed to float and hang about her form with their beautiful hues of rainbow feathers, she decided to take action at long last. In the distance, it began with a spark. With an overloading sense of red magic that ruptured through the air, falling stars seemed to collapse from the heavens by the hundreds as the fields of rats bore down upon them all. In a destructive cacophony of an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, hell itself seemed to tear skyward as shockwaves shook the very foundations of the earth. All around them, those that were not her creatures were either likely heavily damaged or completely incinerated in the wrathful display of a Dragon's prowess. Perhaps she had gone a little overkill, but it was simply about efficiency. Never once had she sworn fealty or loyalty to this group, she owed them nothing; just like how they owed nothing to her. Striding through the field of dead and incinerated, anything that twitched in its weakened state would find a crackling bolt of lightning to aptly finish them off. Yet in spite of the gore and chaotic horror that lay before her, she smiled. The scent of burning and charred flesh reminded her of home. After all, Dragons were certainly not known for their mercy.</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Smoothly keeping pace with the little pest as it scuttled onward towards the brink of what she hoped might have been a possible sort of clue that would help her discern exactly where she was. Oddly, the others followed, some of them fumingly towards her even; but the Dragoness didn't care in the least. She was not one to bend like a mewling quim to the fury of others. She had never been such, in fact. Nor would she ever be. Yet once the goblin was suddenly devoured by a horde of ill-tempered rats, she clicked her tongue annoyingly. So much for a hopeful source of information, and passively she watched on as others summoned defenses and the like. Standing back, as the four colorful birds she possessed still seemed to float and hang about her form with their beautiful hues of rainbow feathers, she decided to take action at long last. In the distance, it began with a spark. With an overloading sense of red magic that ruptured through the air, falling stars seemed to collapse from the heavens by the hundreds as the fields of rats bore down upon them all. In a destructive cacophony of an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, hell itself seemed to tear skyward as shockwaves shook the very foundations of the earth. All around them, those that were not her creatures were either likely heavily damaged or completely incinerated in the wrathful display of a Dragon's prowess. Perhaps she had gone a little overkill, but it was simply about efficiency. Never once had she sworn fealty or loyalty to this group, she owed them nothing; just like how they owed nothing to her. Striding through the field of dead and incinerated, anything that twitched in its weakened state would find a crackling bolt of lightning to aptly finish them off. Yet in spite of the gore and chaotic horror that lay before her, she smiled. The scent of burning and charred flesh reminded her of home. After all, Dragons were certainly not known for their mercy.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was awestruck. "Miss, was that all really necessary? Destroying all summoned and wild creatures about you as such is dangerous with allies." Her tone was not harsh, nor angry. She was more curious than anything. What gain does this dragoness gain by taking out allied creatures as well as foes? Does she mean well to us, or should we take cover from her? Photina stayed calm and polite, but readied a blocking spell if needed. She noticed that another planeswalker had been using lightning that hit two of the creatures. Of course, this was before the dragoness killed most every creature anywhere near her. That was a pretty impressive spell. Photina couldn't help but compliment the lass' skill. A little reckless, though. Had Photina had warning of the lass' attempts, she could have protected the lass with a shield of some sort. Oh, well. Nothing can be done now.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot was moderately annoyed with the dragon's casual display of power, not because it destroyed his creatures as effectively as it killed the rats, minions often had to pay the price of serving a dangerous master and this was no different. The extra attention that would be gathered though, that bothered him. He hated being put into the focus of another, and he felt even now that others were watching. He sighed, why couldn't they just go about their business discretely? Oh well, for better or for worse he'd cast his lot, though whether or not he remained with this motley group remained to be seen. Mot stood quietly, enjoying the memories of an old swamp, burned by natural fires, and drew upon it's energies to better prepare himself for whatever was still watching. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Teysa was the obvious target, walking through the carnage with pride. The goblin tribe she sought, aimed for her first, fearing the same fate as the rats, but encouraged by their leader and his two wizards. Suddenly the sound of a rhythmless rattle erupts from a thicket of brambles off to the party's left, while nine separate sparks streak towards Teysa (nine instances of 1 damage, from various sources, being dealt directly to Teysa). A howling goblin bursts from the hedge, followed closely by a small horde of other very angry goblins (18 goblins coming out of the hedge altogether). They split up choosing targets apparently at random (rolled a d6 for each attacker, and just went down the list of players in order of their application). Dread Cultist Mot, the first up in the list, is being attacked by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brawler, and a Goblin Brigand. Thanks to Teysa's little stunt his defenses are gone and he suffers several injuries as he tries to defend himself. Next up is the Black Angel, and she faces a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brigand, and the Goblin Bushwhacker. The Kind Stranger, is less fortunate, and faces three Goblin Arsonists, a Goblin Berserker, and a Goblin Brawler. Her wall still stands, however, the rattling noises necessitate that a second creature joins the wall before they can block any of her opponents. The Chaotic Resurgent, is also being attacked, but only by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Arsonist, and a Goblin Berserker. The Chains of the Sea, is being attacked by a single Goblin Brigand. The remaining Bloodcrazed Goblin and two Goblin Berserkers trip and fall as they attempt to cross the charred remains of the rats. Teysa, and other sufficiently experienced planeswalkers, might recognize that many of the attacking Goblins would not be felled by an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, this was a special bunch alright. The leader was likely to know the information Teysa sought, and she might be tempted to assume the Goblin Bushwhacker led the group, but that assumption would quickly dissipate as she saw how resilient and strong these goblins were. The true leader hid within the hedge with the goblins that had shot Teysa, only moments ago. * Each character effectively has a life total of 30. * All of the attacking goblins have the following enhancement: +2/+3 * All remaining goblins, except the leader, have this enhancement: +1/+3 * The Goblin Cheiftan only has a +0/+2 enhancement. * Goblin War Drums and Goblin Caves are active. * Charcter's health cannot be reduced to less than 0, at 0 the character becomes unconscious. * Technicalities, including those listed above, may be ignored with GM/CO-GM's permission, usually done to progress the plot.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria had paused her Summoning spell to watch mizzium mortars devastate the vermin. It was a beautiful display of lethal prowess, however it lacked the personal touch that Victoria would have liked. When the goblins erupted and attacked, Victoria finished her summoning. She called forth her Deathpact Angel. The black winged angel dove from on high swinging a beautiful golden scythe. Much to Victoria's surprise, her angel missed the nimble goblin bushwacker. She drew her knife to try to protect herself. She was able to disarm the bloodcrazed goblin before her angel recovered and returned to protect her master. Togather Victoria and her angel finished off the bloodcrazed goblin. She took the hits from the other two. Hp remaining: 20</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Marcellus Marcellus- Unbreakable Guardian The sound of chaos and combat reached Marcellus' ears as he wandered through the jungle. He'd found himself on a different plane that day, his previous home having been torn asunder by some force he could not recall. And as he attempted to map his way through the underbrush in which he found himself, he heard a series of cries, clashes, and death throes, as well as the noise of two, no... three great beasts crashing through the undergrowth. Those noises meant someone, somewhere was fighting nearby- and that meant multiple things in and of itself. Were they friendly? Had others survived and been transported here, like him? Or was this a part of this new world? Either way, it sounded as though somebody was in trouble. And that was reason enough for him to step in. With a muttering and a call to the coasts of the land he once knew, a blue field formed around the Knight and took shape, forming a spectral drake around him. With a flap of the translucent wings he was airborne, flying toward the sounds as quickly as he could. "Whoa... That is a BIG Deathbringer..." As he came upon the scene of carnage, a few things were made clear to Marcellus at once; firstly, that there were several individuals that seemed to be allied against the Deathbringer. Secondly, that all of them seemed to be foreign to the world. And thirdly, one of them was an Angel. The same sort of Angel, in fact, that he once called his comrades. And that dragon... it couldn't be HER, could it? Either way, these people were definitely not from this world, and were definitely in need of some help. So, without further ado, he folded the Drake Umbra's wings and plummeted to the ground, landing just to the side of the Demon of Death's Gate. "Sorry to intrude..." he said as he landed, "But it looks as though you could use a hand." Not long after he landed, an ethereal soldier spawned at the front next to him, sword drawn, and ready for battle! 30 Life 7 Loyalty Drake Umbra -> Marcellus (+3/+3, Flying) Unbroken Soldier summoned (1/1, Red/White/Blue)</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina hears the female who called herself Victoria call to her, asking for assistance. As she looked over to respond, Victoria was taking damage from her own summoning. Seeing an enemy start to cast its own spell, Photina quickly countered, pulling the spell's essence from the enemy caster, converting it into healing energy, and sent it to Victoria to help her wounds. "I apologize for the lack of health I could supplement, for I tend to nullify more damage than I heal. I will gladly keep you from getting hurt further." At that moment, Photina used another one of her memorized spells, sending a small protective aura to Victoria, which then bounced off the female and to her own creature. She readied the rest of her mana to regenerate the previously sacrificed Deathpact Angel, adding more defences, or damage, to Victoria's arsenal. Panting, Photina says "that is all I can do for now. I will ready more protection for you as soon as I can." Photina HP: 25 Loyalty: 5 Absorb's effect: Victoria's HP 14 -> 17 Heal the Scars regenerated Deathpact Angel</s> <\|message\|>Fiora - Sylvanas, The Forest Defender - A large groan could be heard as a large beast around the size of intimidating 7 feet could be seen coming to the battlefield, and dragging along it was two tiny cute little saplings that following it mindlessly. The large tree seemed friendly to most of the group however, gave the dragon girl a deathly stare knowing that a glamour was disguising her true form. However, it sensed a greater threat at the moment, which was the Zombie Beast that was surprising in power as it had never seen one as strong as this one in a long time. So wasting no time, the great tree pulled forth the nearby mana and the remaining green mana that was available from the burned vegetation and shot forth a spell. With a thunderous clap, a there was two large walls, one being significantly larger that one of them, as it started glowing. The smaller wall of the duo was an Overgrown Battlement while the larger one was a Tree of Redemption, which was swelling with light. Its branches twisted and turned spreading out dramatically as its sturdiness at a glance was obvious. While the less wall intertwined and melded with the large tree supporting the branches and structure of the thing overall. Despite it using its mana, the Tree Creature would not rest and it would have no problem using its own magical abilities as it opened it mouth but nothing could be heard for the others. At least for them, as tiny pieces of grass began to sprout from the stone with some effort and began futilely wrapping the large creature with its tiny vines. More or less being a tiny annoyance to the beast of that size as the tiny vines would not hold back the strength of the undead beast. With the tiny vines slowly wrapping the beast's legs, the tree clasped its hands before another sapling fell to the ground have three of the baby forest seeds near the tree glowing with its older sibling using their minor magicks to support Sylvanas while also reinforcing the Overgrown Battlement negating some damage if it took some. If the beast did attack Slyvanas it would go through the two erected walls, first taking down the supporting Battlement before having to go again against the Redemption Tree. -Casted- Overgrown Battlement (0,4 - Defender - Negate 2 points of Damage) Tree of Redemption (0,13 - Defender) (Loyalty +3) Sapling (0,2) -On Battlefield- Sapling x2 (0,2) -Stats- 30 HP (+2 from Sapling) 6 Loyalty (+3 Planeswalker Ability) --- Fiora, Chains of the Sea Fiora tapped into her herself before a circle of blue light enveloped before before dissipating, extending her hands chains flew from her hands, surrounding the beast and clasping the monstrous thing down to the ground for the moment. It would not be able to attack, defend or even use any of its special powers while these chains where holding it down. Restricting the beast movement, rendering it defensive and offensive capabilities near useless for the moment she had her magic around it. Then piercing her concentrating was a monsterous groan... 'Was that another monster we will have to deal with? I can only hold this one off at the moment...' She thought to herself, as she maintained the chains maintained on the undead creature. It was fighting against her but she was managing to hold the thing down, and from the side of her eyes she saw the monstrous tree thing was on their side, as it summoned forth impressive creatures that green mana was know for but it seemed it focused on defensive more than offensive. She then gave a little gasp as she saw tiny vine surround the beast as well helping her secure down the beast but it seemed to do little good as the vines were small and weren't suited for this mountainous region. So until her allies could do anything else, she and the tree were for the most part rendering the beast harmless for the meanwhile. Buying time and single spells were her specialty, and having a single powerful beast like this was her area that she dominated. Holding the thing off was all she can do until the rest of the group thought of something to destroy the large monstrous beast. -Casted- Planeswalker Enchantment -> Deathbringer Thoctar (+1 Loyalty - No Attack/Block/Activated Abilities) -Battlefield- Wall of Denial - 0,4? [Equiped - Fiora] Force Bubble -Stats- 30 HP 4 Loyalty (+1 Planewalker Ability)</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara The Deathbringer Thoctar roared in anger as it fought against the magical prison that Fiora had conjured up around it. The effort of Fiora had impressed Victoria, it looked to her that someone had finally done something useful. Everyone had been so defensive. Victoria almost had to switch to a more defensive strategy herself but the assistance of Photina had helped tremendously. She had prevented the death of Victoria's deathpact angel somehow. Victoria was planning to have to revive the angel once her magic restored itself, But now her angel and demon were all ready to fight. Victoria quickly gathered her mana and cast another summon. A mana materialized into a living breathing dragon. It seemed that the dragoness was not the only one who could control dragons. Victoria's Archwing Dragon soared rapidly through the air attacking the undead beast trapped in its prison. The dragon was joined by the Deathpact angel and the Demon at death gate. The Thoctar took considerable damage but in retaliation launched its spikes at its attackers. All three of Victoria's creatures were lethally wounded. Victoria called out to the others around her, "Now! Everyone Including y'all new to the battle. Strike the Beast while it is wounded. I cannot finish it by myself." Victoria looked over the two new planeswalkers. She had never seen a treefolk with a spark before. The multiverse was truly a marvelous place. The other new comer was a man who's appearance intrigued Victoria. He was looked like a front line fighter dressed in that aura of magic. There was something of divinity in him that Victoria felt conflicted about. She could not place it. The Treefolk had established a quick defense and the man had only asked for forgiveness to intervene. This entire group, if it did not fall apart, was very unique and interesting. If nothing else mattered, that was the reason Victoria would stay with this group. A masked man, An Auramancer, A dragon, a walking tree, a child of the sea, An true Angel, and a master assassin. If this worked out, it would be a story for the ages. As Victoria took a up a defensive stance while waiting to the others to finish off the undead beast, a shining light appeared beside her. It formed into the distinctive shape of the Black Sun, symbol of Orzhova. Victoria swore under her breath. She was being summoned to another plane in the middle of a fight. This group had her interest but she had obligations elsewhere. Ravinca exactly. Seeing that her creatures all died trying to destroy the Thoctar, Victoria looked at the group, "I will return to reclaim our home..." Without another word, she planeswalked and left the group behind. life: 17 loyalty: 3 spells cast: Archwing dragon Deathbringer Thoctar is currently 30/12. Having taken damage from Archwing dragon, Deathpact Angel, and Demon of Death's Gate.</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent With a wild combination of efforts, the absolutely monstrous creature that had emerged and through an absolutely magnificent combination of efforts it had been greatly weakened. As Teysa circled about in the heavens above, she saw her opportunity. With another roar that shattered the very air about her as her wings folded inward and dove in from the sky. With the blood rush effects still ever present, and her already monstrous strength added alongside it, the Resurgent One charged towards the target. Teysa is a 12/12 with Double Strike/Trample/Haste She struck first, she always struck first. Her colossal size and weight crashing into monstrous creature and tackling it onto the ground. Her magnificent scaled wings spread wide and kicked up hurricane force winds as her massive talons forced it onto the earth. Teeth that were the size and sharpness of swords bit down upon its neck and promptly tore out the throat of the creature. Flesh and bone came with it as the monster screamed and struggled. Teysa's gut once again rumbled with embers as she inhaled sharply, and with her exhale, liquid dragonfire poured onto the creature. With such, as superheated breath poured down upon its skull, it then stopped. Everything stopped, the calamitous conflict came to an abrupt end, and as the dust settled there stood a humanoid dragoness atop the massive corpse. Even she was injured however, having taken some hits from the goblin rabble, but it didn't matter. She had sensed someone else. There was someone else newly attuned to their party that she knew all too well. A wielder of Holy, Control, and Fire. With a brilliant smile, she hopped down from the gargantuan corpse and ran to him. The dead monster didn't matter anymore. Not at all to the Dragon. The gap quickly closed between Marcellus and Teysa and at the last gap she dove to him. Wrapping her arms about his neck and pulling him closer into a warm embrace. Releasing her stranglehold on the Plainswalker, she offered him a warm smile as she leaned upward to lightly brush her lips against his cheek in a heartfelt welcome. "It has been too long, you foolish Angel! How have you been? What have you been up to as of late?"</s>
<\|description\|>Fiora Alias: The Chains of the Sea Age: 237 years Race: Merfolk Class: Enchanter Appearance: Mana colors: Blue and White Role: Control - Causality Mitigation Personality: A cautious and silent individual, she seeks out to negate her opponent's attacks while stalling them in battle. She tends to stall her opponents down, letting her allies get more time before catching up to them or escaping. Controlling the way of the battle, while at the same time looking outside of the battlefield is her specialty looking for ways to win both in and out of the match. She prefers to keep her identity a secret from other planeswalkers and often tries to lose their attention and lay low if she can. Theme song: Payphone -Colorless/Artifacts- Isochron Staff (2-cost Artifact) -Blue Spells- Mana Chains (1-cost Enchant) Mana Drain (2-cost Instant) Mana Leak (2-cost Instant) Wall of Denial (0,8) (3 Cost Monster) Slow Motion (3-cost Enchant) Control Magic (4-cost enchant) Giant Oyster (0,3)(4-cost Monster) -White Spells- Holy Day (1-cost Instant) Call to Serve (2-cost enchant) Force Bubble (4-cost Enchant) -MultiColored- Crystallization (2-cost enchant) APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Moans drift across the henge as the gathered planeswalkers wake to a bright morning sun. The bright light burns the eyes at first, though it lessens as the eyes become accustomed to the light. Heads throb throughout the group, perhaps the only thing these planeswalkers share, but no there is another thing that binds them, and they all know it. They are all from the same plane, one that has vanished completely. Who, why, and how this happened is a mystery to the gathered planes walkers. There does't appear to be anyone else around, though the woods are thick not far beyond the henge, so who can say for sure? Mot woke quickly, and wished he hadn't. The throbbing was debilitating and he did his best to push it to the back of his mind and was mostly successful. He listened carefully, but heard little besides the groans of those around him. Carefully, he rose, using part of the henge to steady himself with one hand, while the other made certain the his mask was in place, which it was, and then he pulled the cowl of his cloak up over his head. He shifted his feet, stumbling into the shade of a lentil, sometimes the heavy black cloak was a disadvantage, such as now. The light breeze did little to soothe the stifling heat of radiating from his own cloak and he wondered just how long they'd been laying there. Mot put his back to the stone he was leaning on, his legs still stiff, and gazed across the henge at the gathered plainswalkers. He didn't recognize any of them, but something told him that he could trust them and he didn't doubt it. From the lower branches of a tree not too far away, a goblin peered through heavy foliage, trying to see what lay within the henge, but not daring to move any closer or make a sound lest he draw attention to himself. Instead, after a few moments, it slid around the trunk, and then climbed down the tree, and stole quietly away before those gathered could gather to much of their wits for the throbbing recesses of their minds.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina awoke with a headache throbbing. Ugh, what ever did I do to deserve this? I was trying to heal someone's wounds. Everything went bright. What is this place? Seeing someone else up, she arose slowly, making sure to not make the headache worse. "Excuse me," Photina politely aimed her greeting at the standing male, "do you know where we are?" She notices all of the others around her, all groaning from, supposedly, the same or similar headache Photina had been subject to. She decided on making the best of it by trying to heal them. I don't have the power to heal all these people... At least, not quickly... Pushing away her negative thoughts, she decided to find a small spell to heal the other upstanding planeswalker. She took a second to remember a grassy forest she had visited when she learned to heal using nature's power. She minorly healed the standing planeswalker and rested. That took too much energy after having just awoken, but kept herself from falling over. Photina stretched her wings out and tried to fly, but was too sore to get more than half an inch off the ground before being unable to continue from fatigue. With that, Photina decided to start walking, slowly, towards the standing planeswalker.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria awoke with a jolt. Without thinking she shot a spell of lightning into the air above her. It struck one of the stones of the hedge and bounced harmlessly but threateningly to another. The stone was not harmed but blackened by the heat. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She rose to her knees while holding her head. She was dizzy and confused. While she had been drinking recently, She knew she had not drank enough for this. As her managed to obtain her balance, she looked around her. Spotting several beings were around her. Varying in race and make. Friends or Foe it mattered little to her. Two were awake, more asleep. The two awake had the advantage over her. The fact displeased her. Victoria stood up on her feet and takes a few steps back away from any nearest person. She watched and observed everything and everyone around her. Her left hand pulled her white cloak over her while her right rested comfortably on her dagger.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman. Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back. Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa the Chaotic Resurgent Wakie Wakie, Eggs and Bacy She had been particularly enjoying a good nap beneath the soothing warmth of the sun until lightning crackled and broke through the air directly into the mountainside beneath her. Sharply, a pair of ruby red draconic eyes would open as the vertical pupils narrowed upon the source. From a distance, she could easily grasp the fact that the gathered group was ill at ease, and displeased with what had happened to them. So was she, this agonizing headache wasn't helping any. Aside that, the Dragon spread the magnificence that was her wings wide as she dove from the cliff top. With a monstrous size that rivaled the mountainside that she had leapt from, as she got closer, the draconic plainswalker swiftly shrunk into a humanoid state. Even though the crown of her being, two long horns from her crown emblazoned in gold and sweeping back into the maddening thickness of her red hair, still very much remained. The mark of her species, her pride in being who and what she was. Sweeping the translucent cloak of crimson behind her, the Dragon strode to curiously watch the two others who had woken sort out their difference. If they would sort them out at all, that is.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina noticed the bolt, but merely flinched. The headache and fatigue was wearing on her reflexes as well. She turned to the caster, noticing the man's intent in speaking, and joined him, saying "aye, dear. If we meant harm, we would have already been inflicting it. I'm a healer anyway. Do you have any wounds needing to be tended to? It would take but a few seconds to conjur the mana needed to heal you. As a show of good faith, I shall greet first. Now," turning so that either 'walker was to either of her sides, and raising her hands in surrender, but remembering an open field where she learned of the Samite people, who were very apt healers, so she could summon one "I have a healer I can summon. My name is Photina, and I am a travelling healer of sorts. Known in some parts as 'The Kind Stranger'. I'm going to summon my healer now." Lowering herself to the ground, she touched it, creating a circle which contained part of a plain on the ground. One of the Samite people appeared in a shower of light, to which the portal closed. "Sir, please prevent damage from the lass over there, please." The healer nodded back to her. "He cannot directly heal wounds, but can prevent them. I'm summoning him as a guard for your protection as a benevolent sign." The angelically ascended woman then smiled warmly at the female, with a hint of wariness, purely due to uncertainty.</s>	<\|message\|>Fiora Fiora, The Chains of the Sea With a bang, Fiora woke from the ground and stood up, silently looked at the others in the room, definitely being planeswalkers but it didn't matter at the moment as she needed to assess her situation. The painful throbbing in her head can wait for latter, as she pulled her cloak over her head and then pulled a scarf to cover the majority of her face leaving only her eyes to be seen. She although being merfolk, her time on land she had grown adapted to the modesty of the races that had lived on the land, adopting some of the clothing to make her look less of a sore-thumb. She looked at her 'companions' as she silently observed them, deeming that two of them were at least decent enough to trust, especially the Healer. The Dragoness was an intimidating individual but in a match of smart and wits she could probably win, but she wouldn't chance that and either way the girl was on her side for now. Then there was the problem of the two shady individuals who she knew could never be up to any good, and placed a mental note to keep her guard up. With nothing better to do, she closed her eyes, before she gently pulled in the strings of energy that she could feel pulling in the light that touched everything in its kingdom and water from nearby that she wished she could disappear in. She took her time collecting the energy of the land that was unfamiliar to her, recognizing the feel of the energy of this plane before casting her spell. The space around her hardening before a barrier was formed that would protect her from damage, and friendly fire... Feeling decent enough she let her guard down slightly for the mean time and watched the other planeswalker interact with each other, keeping to herself. Force Bubble - Fiora</s>
<\|description\|>Fiora Alias: The Chains of the Sea Age: 237 years Race: Merfolk Class: Enchanter Appearance: Mana colors: Blue and White Role: Control - Causality Mitigation Personality: A cautious and silent individual, she seeks out to negate her opponent's attacks while stalling them in battle. She tends to stall her opponents down, letting her allies get more time before catching up to them or escaping. Controlling the way of the battle, while at the same time looking outside of the battlefield is her specialty looking for ways to win both in and out of the match. She prefers to keep her identity a secret from other planeswalkers and often tries to lose their attention and lay low if she can. Theme song: Payphone -Colorless/Artifacts- Isochron Staff (2-cost Artifact) -Blue Spells- Mana Chains (1-cost Enchant) Mana Drain (2-cost Instant) Mana Leak (2-cost Instant) Wall of Denial (0,8) (3 Cost Monster) Slow Motion (3-cost Enchant) Control Magic (4-cost enchant) Giant Oyster (0,3)(4-cost Monster) -White Spells- Holy Day (1-cost Instant) Call to Serve (2-cost enchant) Force Bubble (4-cost Enchant) -MultiColored- Crystallization (2-cost enchant) APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara It really did not Victoria the answer this Mot gave. He failed to answer the only question that mattered: Who took the plane? Anyone that powerful needed to be dealt with. They threatened the natural order of things. How they did it? Why? These were the questions that Victoria was thirsty to know. And she wanted as much blood as possible to find out the answers. She could tell the masked man before her was not one to give answers freely. She might have said something more to the man but the dragoness took her attention. The dragon had summoned another being. Unlike the angel, this one looked like it could do some damage. Her actions evoked the self-righteous anger she learned on the plains as a youth. This dragon had just attacked a person with out provocation. Maybe things were different in the eyes of the dragon, but being looked at by another is not a cause worth killing for. "What in Grixis are you doing, Dragon? You have the audacity to attack a bystander of the plane without cause? You are just begin to being a hornet's nest down on our head. I have no reason to be associated with you. Acting for the whole group here was not asked for." Victoria said anger. She prepared herself for a fight with the dragon. She could not allow the dragon to kill without cause. She might have no moral compass but this gave planeswalkers a bad name.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin Grud cowered as the very forest around him shook and gave way to a massive being. He scrambled backwards, until he heard another voice behind him. Turning he saw the source of the voice, though it seemed much to small to be the source, but it clearly wasn't afraid of the dragon behind him. Grud didn't understand a single word spoken to him, whether out of fright or ignorance, is not immediately apparent. Dread Cultist Mot Well... that wasn't entirely surprising, considering that a dragon had landed not far from where a lightning bolt had risen from the ground to the mountain above, being observed was a thing that was highly likely. He only wondered if there were others observing, and guessing that even if there were none now, there would be more soon. Speaking to the angel beside him, he reluctantly followed the dragon and the feisty little girl. He had to give her that much, few could stand up to a dragon, and she was certainly confident in her ability to handle herself. As much as I would like to leave those two behind, I do not have a clear understanding of where we are, and I suspect that following along will answer that question more quickly than any other path. So for now, let us remain one group, however divided our loyalties may be. Mot wondered what the Mermaid thought about all of it, but she had remained quite silent and aloof of the proceedings. As he thought of her, he remembered the first time he'd met a merfolk, and the Island on which it happened. As Mot mooved the summoned Gatewarden buzzed through the air just over head, it's hair thickening into writhing strands, as he enchanted her with Aspect of Gorgon. He wanted to be ready for whatever attention the dragon's ... blatantly overt actions had drawn. He also took a moment to review his inventory of spells readied, and noticed he had an abundance of sorceries, but a distinct lack of creatures to attack with. That could be problematic.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them. He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe. Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head. "You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here." She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. "The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood." Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue. "Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria watched the dragoness masquerade as the goblin's god. It was insulting to watch. Even if the goblin believed in gods, there are no gods in this multiverse. Those so called gods of Theros are only powerful beings and they use their powers only to amuse themselves. For this dragon to claim the divinity of a god was blasphemy that was insulting to Victoria. Regardless she remained silent. If her feelings would take the best of her, she would not survive the repercussions. She might be able to take the dragon but not if every planeswalker here rises to the dragoness' defense. She bite her lip to keep from speaking and drew her dagger playfully. She flipped it in her hand. She swallowed her anger enough to make her think sharper. She began to become honestly interested where this interrogation would lead them.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud looked at the second woman to address him and tried to understand what she asked, but was interrupted by the goddess' request. He Turned and pointed, quickly scurrying off in the indicated direction. He disappeared in the low brush, but didn't move very fast so keeping up by sound and the sight of moving branches was easy enough. And then he suddenly stopped, or rather was stopped, as the brush around him erupted in a flurry of rapid movement and high-pitched squeaks. When the group caught up to him, he lay buried beneath a pile of feasting rats. None of which seemed to pleased at the intrusion of yet more beings. With one last squeal they surged forward towards the group. Mot, content to walk in the middle of the group, sent forth his summoned Gatewarden, and two just summoned Deathcult Rouges to hold off the swarm while until the others could gather their defenses, or plan their attack, as each being must choose. They met the rats, and held them , though more rats were coming and it was obvious that these three defenders wouldn't last long despite the gatewardens's apparent ability to kill with a touch.</s>	<\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed before her hand swept forth, casting a spell before a Wall was summoned. It was combined with blue and white mana to create a 'Wall of Denial'. It was a study thing and would definitely hold off several of these rats but against the whole lot, it would easily fall. All she could do was buy time, and so from the air she tapped into its energy. Weaving and stringing along the blue mana that was there, turning it into blue chains that flew into the rats. It had only been able to stop a few due to their petite size but her spell were mostly effective on a single person that was bigger. Since her blue spell was useless against this amount of opponents, she saved her excess mana and began to focus collecting the white mana for her next spells. Wall of Denial - (0,8) - Defending Force Bubble - 0/4 - Fiora</s>
<\|description\|>Mysaren Fortier Age: 25 Gender: Female Ethnicity/Nationality: Black // French Physical Description: Before the augmentation, Mysaren stood about 6'3, at 180 pounds. She's muscular, with a chiseled, prominent jaw, and square face. She keeps her hair in a frohawk, which is generally dyed a light pink, although her hair is naturally black. She has dark blue eyes, dark brown skin, and freckles covering her face and body. After the enhancements, she stands about 2 inches taller, due to her leg enhancements. She also has noticeable cochlear implants in both ears. She stands in a strange manner as well, due to the fact her spine was replaced. Skillset: Definitely more street smart than book smart, she knows most of the city by heart, making it much easier for her to move and travel with efficiency. She's well versed in most criminal behaviors, breaking and entering, how to trespass, etc. She knows how to get to where she wants to be with minimal trouble. She also has a wide knowledge about the majority of drugs that are currently on the streets. She's also very good at reading a person, their tics and behaviors, in order to manipulate (or sometimes seduce) them. She knows a lot about the human mind and how it works, mostly from years of experience. She also knows that everyone comes with a price, and it's not hard for her to figure out how to get people to do what she wants. She also has many connections to the underworld, whether it be for scrap parts, drugs, weapons, sometimes even blood or sometimes, people. History Her parents died when she was 15, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets of France for a long time. She started out as nothing more than a petty thief, breaking into homes and stealing what she could, which involved a lot of trial and error, before she was finally able to get involved in drug dealing, which supplied a lot of her money for a long time. She worked as a drug dealer until she was 17, when she was approached by an organization of vampires who said they wanted her skills to help them in some smuggling. Unable to say no, she joined their ranks and quickly got to work with them. She worked in a strange harmony with the vampires for a long time. They provided her with protection, food, money, and she just transported things for them. She was never really aware of what they transported, only delivering cars from one place to another, and occasionally gym bags full of what she assumed was cash or drugs. It wasn't until one day that a deal gone wrong resulted in her finally opening the back of one of the vans they had given her to see that it was filled with humans, all likely to become nothing more than cattle for the vampires. Devastated, she quickly freed the humans she could and drove off to a remote town, wanting nothing more than to leave her life behind. A few months later, however, in the dead of night, a group of vampires from the organization found her and broke into her home, leaving her barely alive with one message, "The boss sends his regards." As a cruel joke, they fixed her up before leaving her on the floor of her apartment, unconscious. Unable to see, hear, move, or even scream, one of her neighbors had called the cops for her, and she later awoke in a hospital, before being approached by the Vigil, who promised her that they would repair her, make her even better, if she joined them. Having no other choice, and a deep sense of revenge, she accepted. Psychological Profile: After the attack, she was left with an extreme sense of paranoia, and is known for constantly being on her guard, for fear of another attack. She was never formally diagnosed with any form of PTSD, although the symptoms are there. She's also become an insomniac, practically never sleeping anymore, besides when she absolutely must. She also tries much too hard to prove herself, and has severe problems with what people think about her, especially what people think of her past. She thinks that a majority of what happened was her fault, and she is scared of people finding out. Modifications: * Communications suite, HUD and neural-computer, all standard issue – Vigil agents are able to text by thinking it among each other on a heavily encrypted wireless network. In fact, the computer works off brain impulses and is easily one of the most sophisticated and useful implants they have; what's more, its capabilities have yet to be fully exploited. The downside of this implant is that it includes a cortex bomb with an anti-tampering device. A captured agent can set it off, destroying the hardware inside, or a signal from control can do the same. This is to prevent the enemy from learning the capabilities of implanted agents. * Internal air supply and aerial toxin filter -- this also has the added advantage of making the agent immune to vampire pheromones, as some types of vampires are known to use this to seduce their prey. * Blood/liquid toxin filter -- the obvious is at work here -- vampires use their blood as a means of controlling mortals, and this system (and everyone, even non field agents, in the Vigil organization have this implant) screens out one of most subtle weapons a vampire has, rendering them functionally immune to being controlled through ingested blood the way mortal thralls of a vampire might be. * Eye augmentation; a HUD showing all sorts of system data, such as the status of implants, as well as allowing for low-light and ultra-sound modes of vision, the latter being thought to be more effective than thermographics when dealing with vampires, who tend to run cold if they haven't fed lately. * Cochlear Implants: Giving her the ability to hear a much wider, clearer range of sounds. * Spine Implants: Helping her flexibility, and helping her reflexes, due to its attachment to the central nervous system. * In her left arm, her fingertips can be removed to reveal a set of lock-picking tools, something she's proud to say she suggested. The tools can be removed as needed. Her hand can also be pulled back to reveal a small semi-automatic gun. * In her right, her pointer finger doubles as a flashlight, and her ring finger has a small needle in it, which she can use to inject anything she needs to. In her thumb is a USB drive, so she can download information as it is needed. * Both of her legs are slightly taller than her original. She has a variety of compartments hidden in them, where she can store things if she needs to. * Various muscular implants, making her stronger, faster, and also increasing her reflexes. Equipment: (The items already listed are standard issue.) * Mimetic Camouflage (Predator) coat, though this is designed to look more like a trenchcoat -- no doubt some project engineer with a penchant for the dramatic, or an interest in fashion design. The coat is actually stylish, which serves a dual purpose as vampires tend to dress stylishly and surround themselves with the stylishly dressed. This allows Vigil agents one more edge. Of course, they call it the Predator Coat. Because the engineers are geeks. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * Modular, caseless assault rifle/carbine. Bullpup, caseless ammunition, synched with existing implants and capable of mounting a variety of accessories including a 25mm grenade launcher whose munitions range from conventional high explosive to nano-guided scattered mines. It also syncs with HUD implants for improved accuracy in a mechanism similar to a bluetooth link. The trigger is electric and the weapon includes a biometric security system; anyone but someone authorized to handle it and it will blow; that is a standard feature on most any weapon the Vigil has in service with its teams. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * A number of electronic accessories, including a PDA tablet and other items to assist in making physical connection with computer equipment. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * Grenades, mostly white phosphorus. The organization has designed a 'grenade' that involves a strobing UV light that damages vampires -- it is known as 'the disco ball'. * Several drugs/poisons/tranquilizers that she can put in the ring finger of her right hand. * A small pistol.</s> <\|message\|>Blake Heimer Blake's head twitched slightly as he sat on the log, his cybernetic hands clenching and unclenching. "Don't taunt the vampires, Blake, myeh-myeh-myeh," he said to himself in a mocking tone as he continued sifting through the data. The facial recognition in the traffic cameras had picked out three teams of hostiles fast approaching from all different directions. The two vampires were separated, which was good - that would make it easier for the fighters on the team to take them down. Watch out for Anna; Carlo's older, but Anna's the brains here, guys. She's the adaptable bitch that wrote those books and runs the thralls. She ought to be the priority. The team led by the female bloodsucker had entered the box and was in sight of one of the Musketeers. With half of his brain, Blake directed the drone (Aramis) after them, so that he could track their progress towards the bait directly. The other half of his brain, he bent towards the bloodsucker's comms network. It was a standard setup - every thrall and vampire had an earpiece. The network had two layers of security, private wi-fi style. The bloodsuckers were ready for some punk with a PDA, but they weren't ready for Blake. Not in the slightest. A few mental keystrokes and an assault by ten varieties of trojan software later and Blake was in. Now he had a choice - listen in on the vampires and try to glean some useful intel, or cut them off from each other. He chose the second - he'd already set up his web of surveillance to see and hear the vampires, and if they were isolated, the teams could be dealt with one at a time. Now, he could brute force the network down, swamp it with programs and viruses and requests until it broke and the vampire's and thrall's earbuds just went silent. Alternatively, he could try something a little more... elegant. That's how every earpiece hooked up to the network started blaring K-pop simultaneously, totally drowning out any attempt to communicate along it. Found a friend. Commencing friendly chat. It will likely be short. Blake shuddered at that. Few people were able to really scare him since his first run-in with vampires, but his Russian teammate managed it, especially with the enthusiasm he displayed towards 'friendly chats'. He sent out a message to the team: Whatever you're going to do, Chernobyl, do it fast. We've got three thrall teams approaching the bait, two led by vampires and all of them armed. Closest one is led by Anna, ETA four minutes. I'm broadcasting you their current coordinates, and I'll update you periodically: They can't communicate between teams anymore (Thanks, Blake), so get in there and start scoring for our side. Also, the team with Carlo is fast approaching my position, so I'm going to be running away. Help would be appreciated. With that, Blake took off sprinting into the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Kentaro, Azai Finished here. Heading to your position now. Will intercept. Like a shadow in the night, Kentaro moved silently and invisibly through the back of the woods, sword strapped meaningfully on his back. This was not his preferred approach, nor his area of expertise, but the level of technology available to them made the whole ordeal almost laughably easy. --- Upon arrival at the scene, Ken had immediately honed in on a group of thralls near the perimeter of the mission area, far from the center of the action. He dropped down upon them, and almost absentmindedly destroyed the group's largest man's skull with a sharp drop of his elbow. Of the three remaining thralls, two of them noticed that their leader had been killed, and began to formulate their "counterattack". It might have been called that, if they had ever gotten a chance to put it into action. As it ended up being, they had only just begun to flail helplessly when they found themselves almost simultaneously bisected by a single, smooth swing of the Vigil Agent's sword. They were not overwhelmed by the man's technique, or simply by the fact that he had gotten the jump on them. It was because he had moved quicker, and reacted faster than they could have possibly imagined. Up until now, they had only ever fought among themselves or against ordinary humans. Never had they thought that they would have to compete against this, something which could almost be said to be on the level of their eternal masters. The last thrall, who had been oblivious to his first comrade's demise, quickly realized what was going on when his friend's upper body flew past his head from behind. He turned, with no idea about what he would turn to see, and laid his eyes on that man for the first time. Azai Kentaro. Flicking his sword forcefully to the side to dislodge blood from its blade, Ken eyes the last remaining thrall with an air of intimidation. For just an instant, the two of them seemed frozen, eyeing eachother carefully, trying to figure out what the best course of action was. Spurred on by his growing madness, the thrall made the first move. It was not a good one. He charged, blinded by a combination of fear and lunacy, attempting to claw at the Vigil Agent's body and get a hold of his flesh. Ken wouldn't allow it. Stepping simply to the side and raising his sword, he slams the solid hilt against the side of the thrall's head, sending enough force through the poor young thing's skull to immediately fracture it and rupture the precious grey matter stored within. It was all over, in a single instant. --- And, it was from then that Azai first contacted Blake. He heard the gist of what everybody had to say, through the messaging system that the lot of them shared, and was just finishing up cleaning his treasured sword when Blake's final message was received. Moving with deliberate slowness, Kentaro begins walking towards Blake's current location, headed for the area that his next opponent would soon be arriving at. What preparations he made were in his head, as he considered his mental map of the area, and how he could possibly use the terrain to his advantage. Experimentally, he flexes his fingers, a habit that had persisted from his earlier days as a street brawler. This feeling was... Anticipation. Anticipation for a fight.</s>	<\|message\|>Mysaren Fortier Mysaren looked at all the messages rather impatiently, sighing. More thralls, something something, blah blah. She reloaded her pistol and headed towards Blake, chewing absently on her lip as she thought. Her body was tense as she got prepared for the battle, mentally and physically. The chemicals pumping through her helped slightly, but she was still ready to kill. She had the urge to crack her knuckles, but, sadly, the replacements didn't allow for things like that, so she cracked her neck instead. Little things like that that kept her human. Well, at least, they made her feel human. She wasn't human anymore, she accepted that as soon as she woke up with half of her damn body replaced with metal and wires. Cold, calculating, things that humans shouldn't be. She shook her head, starting to take deep breaths. She wasn't going to have another existential crisis, not now. Mysaren couldn't afford to panic, couldn't afford to let her guard down. Lives were on the line, and being human was a disadvantage as far as she was concerned. They didn't treat humans like humans half of the time, so why should she act like one? She sent a quick message. On my way. It's showtime.</s>
<\|description\|>Mitsuri Sachi 'Hm.... It so fun seeing people crying on their knees. I wish to see everyone like that.' Age: 18 Gender: Female Arcana: Moon Arcana Perk: 15% boost to pierce physical attacks. Personality: The best way to describe Sachi is as someone with a sharp tongue with no social skills whatsoever. Still, that does not keep Sachi from having a friendly demeanor, if a bit cold. She is known for being someone who keeps her cool no matter what situation she is in, with a smile on her face and sarcastic comments to accompany it. Her usual personality revolves around her insulting you and trying to see how far she can go before you get mad and her trying to spark a conversation with bits and bites of random popular things, though most of them are anime or games related. This two combined are usually a recipe for disaster when interacting with others, often leading to awkward spots in conversations and Sachi moving on from that person for the next one. She is also prone to jealousy, both for people with actual conversation skills as well as those with artistic talent. Sachi is also a big otaku, despite her not usually accepting it. She would love to some day become a mangaka too, but she has no confidence whatsoever to do so, and she finds it incredibly embarrassing the simple thought of someone reading her tries at making one. She has still done some doujinshin works, though, but always using existing series as a base for them. She is fairly short as well, and is also prone to lose her cool once someone goes into the subject of her height, making her not only flustered, but also really upset at the person. History: Not much of a story here, for the most part, this girl has had to deal with bullying and whatnot, making her personality what it is now. Given that since she was a kid, she like anime and manga and even started on trying to make things like them on her own, it wasn't anything unusual for her to be often looked down upon and bullied by other people. In order to stop this, Sachi developed her now poisonous tongue that now mostly keeps people away, but that, and the fact that she didn't speak to people a lot in the first place, made her also the social inept she is now.</s> <\|message\|>Jin Takeyama The five would find themselves lucid dreaming by accident/literally or some of them might've used the device that makes lucid dreaming easier but still those five persons are on the same place on their dream. The place is beautiful! The skies are blue and there are beautiful sky formation. Even the ground reflects the sky's reflection. It was obviously a dream unless someone knows the place in real life. However, no matter how hard they try to wake up, it won't work. Even if they pinch each other, punch each other, kick each other, or any ideas of how to wake up. It seems like that they're stuck there like for eternity and wait for something to happen. How long will they be stuck there? seconds? minutes? hours? days? weeks? months? or maybe even a century? Let's find out. --- Jin found himself lying on the ground. As he stood up and opened his eyes, he was amazed on what he saw. He was starstrucked by the view he saw. "Wow!" Jin already knew the place, he has been dreaming to go here. Yes, the place is Where Earth Meets the Sky in Bolivia so Jin already knew that so he was dreaming since he is not on a vacation in Bolivia. It is more obvious since tomorrow was his first day of school. "I must be dreaming" he said to himself and pinched himself but he failed to wake up. "Oh well, I think my brain wants to finish my dream" Jin said to himself again then turned around to see that there are 4 more people with him. "This is totally a dream"</s> <\|message\|>Kotone Arima When Kotone awoke, she couldn't quite process what she was seeing at first. Understandable, really. It wasn't every day you found yourself stuck in what seemed like an endless expanse of sky. She sucked in a breath as she sat up, staring out at the surreal landscape… Skyskape? Ugh, who cared? Where was she, anyway? She shifted awkwardly, hands patting the ground around her, relieved to feel a course surface under her palm. At least she wasn't floating in space somewhere. So standing shouldn't be a problem, right? Mercifully, the ground seemed stable enough, at least what she could tell from her good leg. Slowly, but surely she was gaining her bearings, enough to draw her attention to other matters. Like the four other people around her for instance. And they seemed just as disoriented and confused as she was. "Oh, uh… Hey!" She quickly smoothed out her pjs in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. Wait, crap, PJs?! Why the hell was she outside with people like this? And her prosthetic was showing too… Great. But wait, if glasses guy was saying it was a dream, than she might be saved the embarrassment. It made sense, too, how else was any of this even possible. But were dreams always this vivid? "Yeah, you're right. Gotta be a dream." Her eyes darted between the others for confirmation. Now she got a look at them, they kind of looked familiar. Didn't she go to middle school with some of them? "Say, do any of you guys go to Yakuharai High? Maybe?" Okay, maybe that was a bit out of the blue, but if it was a dream, it was fine, right? Nothing weird about it.</s>	<\|message\|>Mitsuri Sachi Sachi would have continued on sleeping, had it been not for the loud guys that were right beside her. Damn, didn't they know how to keep quiet during the night? It was really rude to do something like that to someone who was sleeping soundly on her bed just... moments... ago.... "......" Already awake but unable to process the situation she was in, it took the purple haired girl some time before her brain finally swallowed up everything that was happening around her. She jolted into a sitting position with her ever present poker face. It was no time to be getting worked up about little things. Yeah, they were in God knows who doing God knows what, but, at the very least, the other guys seemed to be enough idiots as not to have been able to kidnap her. In fact, they also seemed to have just woken up. Sachi first looked around. If anything, the place was damn pretty. She rubbed her eyes to try and chase the sleepiness away and also let out a big, big yawn. "So... what the hell is this?" She simply asked to everyone else. Welp, that was indeed odd. At the very least, she wasn't like the girl in the pijamas and the prosthetic leg, since she passed out in front of the TV after watching the anime she had been waiting for the whole week, and as so, she was wearing a blue hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. Not an outfit you would want your crush to see you in, but to these guys she barely knew, well, she didn't give two damns about it. But damn, was that a good ending! Those guys really knew how to end things in a good note, with that anime. Short and cool, not wanting to prolong things any longer. The guy also ended up with the heroine and.... Wait, it is no time to be thinking about that. She shook her head before raising her voice at the affirmations and questions of the other people. "If this is a dream, then I couldn't care less about it now. Though I usually dream with...." She was about to say anime and manga, but she got flustered and her pale skin also got a bit blushed, before she cleared her throat and went on. "Yeah, I also go there. Odd thing to ask in a dream though." A mocking smirk appeared on ehr face. "You should ask if we don't have a hidden head somewhere or a tail hidden in our pants. Or if we don't have an extra leg we can share with you. In a dream, that's possible, no?" After saying her piece, she decided she had no more business with the guys around her. She laid back down in the floor and yawned yet again. "Well, I'm going back to sleep guys. God knows I need some sleep. It was nice meeting ya and all that crap. G'night." She supported her head on her left hand, and was quickly falling asleep. If nothing perturbed her rest, she'd probably go to sleep without anymore incident. Maybe, she'd wake up again in her world if she did that.</s>
<\|description\|>The Black Thief of Sloan, or Rook Eisen Nickname: Blacky, Blackbird, or Rook. He prefers the latter. Race: Human Fable Gender: Male Appearance: The only difference between his fairy tale appearance and his human world is his clothing- he wears black clothes all the time, but has a cloak and a sword in his fairy world form. Rook is also missing one of his toes, and has a large, nasty looking scar going down the side of his stomach from an encounter with a giant gone wrong. Overall, Rook looks like a relatively dashing man–he's just been battered a bit more than most heroes. Job: Fabletown Librarian. He has a near encyclopedic knowledge of fairy tales, and spends a lot of his time doing research in the basement of the library–when he isn't roaming around the city. Personality: Rook is a relatively cheery person despite the beatings he's taken in the past, always willing to tell a story and always looking on the bright side of life. Odds are, he's been in a worse situation than the current one–and he's perfectly happy to not have to repeat the previous occurrence. Fable: The Black Thief and the Knight of the Glen The Black Thief helped three princes steal a Knight's horse, the price of their lives from their evil stepmother. The Knight (of the Glen) captured them when the bells on his steed gave away their position, preparing to boil them alive. The Black Thief saved each of their lives by telling a story where he was in far worse danger, the Knight pardoning each for a story. The final tale revealed that the Black Thief had saved the Knight's mother years before, and the grateful Knight set them free. Since coming to the real world, the Thief's well known prowess with tales has landed him a spot as the Fabletown librarian and owner of Eisen's Emporium, a strange combination of library and bookstore in the middle of Fabletown. The ground level is split fairly evenly between bookstore and library, with the upper level being entirely devoted to a reading room. The basement is storage for books not on the shelves for whatever reason, and has a bed, bathroom, and small kitchen in the northwest corner for Rook's living quarters. Abilities: Invisibility, silent movement, enhanced reflexes and speed. Nothing ridiculous, but he can move quite a bit faster than a Mundie. Mild superstrength, but only to swing his gold sword. Other: Equipment: A pure white gold sword, which he can wield as though it was a normal blade. (Cookies for anyone who gets the white gold reference) As for non-aggressive equipment, Rook carries with him a book of Fables, both in his head and in a leather volume on his person. The book is normally pocket size, but expands to roughly the size of a paperback when he needs to read it. Once upon a time... I was a thief.</s> <\|message\|>The Bogeyman, goes by Booker Manson when speaking to mundies As the day was beginning and residents of the neatly tucked away community called Fabletown began to stir there was already one wide awake with a mischievous smirk on his lips. The lanky man strolled away from the front doors of the towering apartment building known as the Woodlands while whistling a simple tune. He turned on the heels of his boot covered feet to admire his handy work, a wicked gleam in his amber eyes. He moved a strand of his wild raven colored hair out of his pale face as he analyzed the small trap he had set up. A small string attached to the entrance of the Woodlands that would cause a bucket of water fallowed by a bag of flour to fall on whoever opened the apartment's doors It was simple honestly, but a master piece all the same. The man couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he stepped back further and took a seat on the bench that waited in the courtyard of the Woodlands, he was practically giddy with excitement. One would expect a man of his age not to get so worked up over childish pranks let alone commit them himself, but whoever truly knew the man would know that this was him holding back. For this prankster was Boogie, former nightmarish monster of legend now the pranking fiend of Fabletown. Boogie let out another giggle before he managed to regain his composer and tried his best to look as innocent as possible as to not let anyone catch on to what he was doing.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Miller Mary smiled as she locked her house up, a sense of relief came to her. Today was going to be a different day, she was sure of it. Her eyes scanned her front yard and landed on a truck full of wooden crates. She loved the simplicity of her life now. She only wished she could share it with her beautiful sister, but a monster- no, she couldn't think of that right now. Instead, she walked over to her truck and drove to town. It was a short ways away but she always drove slow so she could take in the atmosphere.</s>	<\|message\|>The Black Thief of Sloan, or Rook Eisen Rook snapped awake, coughing at the sudden cloud of dust that formed when he sat up, with some difficulty. Books. All over. ANd he wasn't in his bed... Evidently, he'd pulled a bookshelf over on top of himself the night before. That meant... Today was a good day to get some fresh air. Too much dust, not enough sun down here in the basement. The Black Thief pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off, walking up the stairs and out of the bookstore, stepping into the morning sun.</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV The moment the words left the nun's mouth, VV's lips spread into a wide grin. She let out a small laugh. There it was. The completion of their deal. The seal that would confirm the nun's nature as her anchor. Now, they had forged a contract that could not be broken, at least not without certain extreme circumstances being met. VV was in the human world, and she knew there was nothing that could take her out. "Contract accepted." The Marionette had evidently gotten over his shock, one fist lunging towards her, towards her at an impossible angle. That wasn't right at all...! It was then when she noticed, the coiling shadow that was the Puppeteer wasn't inside the man's body, but to the side, to the right of him. So that was it... Moments before the fist could connect, VV's fist lashed out! It struck the air beside the Marionette's head, and there was an ugly crack as the image of his body snapped to the side, relocating to its appropriate location. He reeled back, clutching his nose as he fell backwards, toppling off the balcony and to the ground below. He hit the ground with a thud below. Idiot. Didn't he know anything about dealing with Dolls? Placing one foot on the railing, VV looked back over her shoulder at the nun. "Now don't do anything stupid." With that, she sprang off of the railing, landing boots-first below on the cobblestones. They cracked beneath her from the impact, dislodged and kicked into the air, several cobblestones clattering across the ground as she straightened. The Marionette was back on his feet already, both eyes fixed firmly on her. His body was already to the right of the shadow within again. Placing one hand on her hip, VV laughed. "Really?!" she began, "Do you seriously think that's going to work? I can see you inside him. Twisting around like the parasite you are. You can't solve that, can you?" The Marionette's hands clenched into fists. "Doll... I'll butcher you and that bitch!" "Pffftahahahaha wow, you're funny," VV wiped a mock tear from one eye. This idiot seriously thought he had a chance? That parasite was going to learn a whole new world of knowledge in a few moments. Well, before dying. "But there's no more time to mess around. Come on out, Calamity Edge!" VV outstretched her right hand. The air seemed to warp and distort, as red sparks materialized from nothing and gathered in her palm. With a flash, an immense pair of gold-and-silver shears had formed. The center of the handles was held tight, shut so that each blade formed a single double-edged sword. The metal hissed as VV swung it into the air, red sparks still raining down from the pristine metal that composed the massive shears. There was no further hesitation, VV's crimson-clad body blurred as she suddenly charged towards the Marionette! The sheer speed, the speed of a Doll and even moreso, dislodged cobblestones from the ground with each step. The Marionette attempted to use his distorted image, pushing himself to the side harder than before, but really it was useless. VV's free hand latched out and caught his shoulder with an ugly crack. Well, something near it. It was hard to tell where it had hit, but wherever it was had sent the bastard stumbling! She wouldn't use Calamity Edge to inflict lethal injury, especially not now. Not until her real target was exposed. The red-headed Doll's hand blurred, and with a thunk slammed directly into the spot that was occupied by the Puppeteer. The Marionette let out a stranged cry of shock as his image once again returned to its proper place, and it was now clear what was going on. VV was reaching inside, a shimmering light around her wrist as her arm sunk in deeper, grabbing for her target. The parasite was about to get just what it deserved! There was a hiss of metal through the air, and VV barely snapped Calamity Edge up in time to deflect it. It was, apparently, the Marionette's hand, reshaped into a metallic blade. He was already preparing to lash out again, but... "There. I've got you now, bastard!" VV's fingers wrapped around the coiling darkness and began to draw it free. The Marionette's hand returned to normal and he staggered, letting out a gurgle as VV began to pull the parasite from his body. Finally, his eyes glazed over as he passed out, his body going slack. VV wrenched the monster free as he collapsed, and tossed it down onto the cobblestones! It was human-like in shape,though it lacked most features beyond eyes and pale skin... and its hands were simply sharp edges. No wonder it had wanted a human body so badly. She could already see its shape shimmering! But it was disoriented, she wouldn't let it get away! Calamity Edge slammed downwards. There was a wet thunk, then a crunch as it pierced all the way through and cut into the stone below. The Puppeteer's body ceased to shimmer and returned to its natural place as blood sprayed from its chest, splattering across VV's clothing and across the ground. "Like I said, not your lucky day, is it?" she commented as she drew Calamity Edge from his body. The shears faded into red sparks as she straightened, standing over the monster. The parasite's body went limp, collapsing onto the ground as blood continued to spray from it, coating the red-headed Doll. But it was starting to vanish, the blood seeming to seep into the girl's body. Indeed, the body was dissipating into a red mist too... all of it flowing into VV. Soon, the blood, and the corpse, was gone, the only remains of a battle being the unconscious former Marionette and the damaged cobblestones. "Sheesh, he wasn't even very filling," VV stretched, "Oh well, he's dead now."</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah Ah, there it was. She'd found her Alice. With the acceptance of her help, the anchor was formed and the Transient Princess was here to stay as she turned her head to the side and smiled at the fearful being behind her. A peasant before a Queen, challenging her domain, her rule, and her beloved Alice...? What an insult to royalty. A snap of the fingers and the creation of circles in the ground behind him -- ones that held large spades within -- bought life to two Pawns of her army. The metal clang of two halberds crossing against one another to block his way of running followed the Transient Princess picking up her Alice with both of her arms to let her rest on her shoulder. A draw of the snowflake hairpin from the side of her hair and those silver eyes of hers focused on the corrupted being before her. The mist that escaped him, the evident lowering of temperature around... Was he expecting her to be scared from the weak display? "I deem you under the highest of treason for your actions. Hurting my dear Alice is a crime that ends in death." The mist concerned her not -- her only concerned dealt with keeping her Doll Master on her shoulder and away from this man's reach as the flicking of the hairpin's clasp opened it up all the way and allowed the snowflake to converge into larger, brighter snowflakes and extend out the shape of the small adornment. With a sound akin to the cracking of ice, the hairpin had forged itself into a scepter fit for a Queen with that snowflake decoration at the top of it, bladed for the sake of combat and ready as the Doll grinned at the events to come. A wordless command, and the two Pawns -- human-sized beings dressed in shimmering white armor -- charged at the peasant -- the putrid Marionette -- that she'd given the penalty of death for. With halberds stretched out, they'd aim for the shoulders -- trying to avoid lethal wounds as she took a single step forward and aimed for the midsection of the mist-breathing antagonist herself. "Hang on tight, Alice.~ This will only take a moment!" The peasant knew what she was, and he showed the right kind of fear for it -- but he had stayed. And with his stay came her need to end his life. Not like her big sister, no, but sometimes a bit of red had to splash into the white in order for things to be completed.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander Alexander brushed his clothes off of any dust and smoothed out any wrinkles he had. He smiled, glad that he had Matthe on his side.... sort of. Time to defuse this situation here if I want that dessert, Alexander thought. Putting his best innocent face on, he said, "Come on, Matthew, don't threaten me with that. You know I love your desserts." Bending down to collect the money the goons had failed to collect, Alexander continued, "Besides, if you really were watching, you would have seen those goons threatening me and pulling out weapons. They were trying to rob me." After straightening out the bills and placing them back into a fold of his clothing, Alexander asked while raising his hands in an "I don't know" gesture, "What was I supposed to do, let them take my hard-earned money?" "It was entirely self-defense," Alexander reassured his faithful Doll. "Besides, I'm a priest. I have no reason nor intention to initiate meaningless brawls with people I don't know." Megumi Megumi pulled herself up into the window, performing a flip through it and landing silently so as to not alert Annalee's parents. Megumi looked at Annalee and nodded, then leaned against a wall and sat down crosslegged, placing her hands on her knees. She didn't like to waste words when they weren't necessary. Still, she sighed. The Puppeteer was stronger than she had expected, and it took quite a bit of effort to defeat it. However, the deed was done, and that was one less threat against her and Annalee. Now was the time to rest while she could. She would need her energy if she was to perform her duties as best she could.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. CLACK! The plastic ball rolled its way through one wicket, smashing into the blue ball, and entering another wicket. "Good show!" A series of claps followed as Shane watched the game of croquet play out. He looked at his watch. It had been a few weeks since he became a Hunter, and yet outside of the training, he hasn't gotten a true hunting opportunity. He sighed. "Something the matter, son?" His father asked him. "Eh, Not much. I'll get a big break soon." Shane got up from his seat and left. "Tell me who wins, okay?" "Where are you going?" His father asked. "Well, I'm not just gonna wait for the prey to show up, right?" Shane said. He walked out of the small gathering. He only knew a bit of details over what he's looking for. He took out his Doll Hunters Guide and began to read about things like tell-tale signs and how to effectively fight a Doll.</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee She was really a Doll! Cynthia couldn't get over her excitement. As horrifying as the man was-and still was, rising to the ground in such an awkward, jerking fashion-the little girl was entranced by this new being... A Doll. A real Doll! She knew Dolls were real! Did that mean that guy was a... a... what were they called again? A puppet? Something like that... Whatever the case was, Cynthia sat there, trembling in her Doll's arms in fear and excitement, eyes fixed on the beings she had summoned and on the man who was breathing mist. The moment that the beings thrust their halberds at him, he attempted to dodge. But as one missed, the other hit home, slicing deeply into his shoulder. Along with blood, more fog poured from the wound, a testament to the possession the Marionette was undergoing. He howled in agony and stumbled back. Even as he did, however, the flesh was already gruesomely knitting itself back together. Filling ill, Cynthia covered her eyes and tried to look away. The few moments the Marionette spent healing left it wide open, however, and Transient Princess's fist struck him right in the stomach. Not to be delayed, his hand suddenly grew grotesquely deformed, fingers stretching and nails forming into blades as he lashed out. "I'll kill both of you! I'LL EAT THE LITTLE ONE ALIVE!"</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Eren Deville Eren sighed. "Are you really cutting me out of seeing this?" He asked. "Whatever, I'll just try on the dress." A few minutes later, he answered the door. He took a lot of details in at a glance. He looked at the man's odd outfit and appearance. He glanced at the man's weapons, and noted anti-doll weaponry. "Hello sir! If you're looking for my boss, they're out of the house right now," Eren said, "I'm Cathy, the housekeeper." Eren hoped her Doll was keeping an eye on this. She didn't have her gun or knife, and if the dollhunter aggressed on her she'd have to hope her fists would serve to deter the man. Mathew "Money you got through gambling, Alexander!" Mathew said, "It's not theft, but it's still dishonest and dangerous. What if I were busy, Alex? I worry about you." He paused, "And I've seen you do some unpriestly things. Especially when the fairer sex is involved. Bah, but enough of that. Just remember to behave, or I will stay as far away from that oven as possible." By now, Mathew had shifted into his humanoid zombie looking shape, with rotted looking skin. He was actually perfectly clean and sanitary, though he didn't look it.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The smell of roast beef wafted into his nostrils as he listened to the sounds of a happy family. "Happy birthday son!" He heard them say, quickly followed by some furious tearing and a happy exclamation. "Thanks Dad!" A boy said, "This is what I always wanted!" He couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy. "Let's eat before it gets too cold!" A mother said, and the sounds of clinking plates and cutlery soon followed. He turned away from the window and walked elsewhere, there was no way he could listen for much longer without breaking down. The cat in his arms made a confused mewl? as they walked. The boy sat with his back to a wall when they had travelled far from the happy family. He buried his face in his white cat's fur, as always it was a comforting presence. He stayed like that for a few seconds, before sighing and throwing his head back. He silently reached into his weathered coat, and pulled an old photograph from a pocket. The picture wasn't exactly old, but it looked to be a little worse for wear. The edges were slightly blackened and it looked to have been folded a few times, but he would never let go of it. In the picture, he saw himself holding his cat in some kind of garden, while a woman he didn't recognize stood behind him, hand on his shoulders. He could only assume she was his mother, or someone close to him, that was all he knew for certain. He had been travelling for a while now, looking for clues, asking people if they recognized anything in the photo. Alas, no luck. All he had was his clothes, his cat and the Doll. Without money or anything of value, he relied on the doll to find food, shelter, and help him survive. The boy knew nothing of the world, he would have died many times over without her. His cat snuggled deeper into his arms, and he in turn hugged the cat closer to his body. "Masami, please come back soon." He whispered to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander Alexander smiled. He couldn't help it when it came to Mathew. He was right, gambling could be dangerous, but there was something about the thrill of taking money away from the fools that he just couldn't resist. He also didn't deny the statement about the fairer sex. Especially that lovely Regina he saw every once in a while... ahh, bliss. Even if she was a Doll Hunter, she still had some charm to her. But that was enough time lost in thought now. "Yeah, yeah, I know," Alexander responded. "Besides, it's not like I use this money for selfish purposes all the time. Think of it as additional earnings for the church." He then began walking past Mathew, saying, "Well, enough chit-chat. Let's go home." Alexander turned his head back and glanced at Mathew, giving Mathew a half-serious half-amused face, then asked, "Also, shouldn't you be worried about your appearance right now?" He pointed at Mathew and continued, "It's not like a moving and rotting corpse is inconspicuous." Megumi Megumi opened her eyes to stare at Annalee. Maybe Megumi was being a bit of a burden on Annalee. Annalee was always concerned for her, and Megumi sometimes acted too cold to express her thanks. Megumi was going to open her mouth to say something, but then a growling sound emerged from Megumi's stomach. Her face flushed, Megumi looked away from Annalee, then went into the bathroom to take Annalee up on the bath, closing the door behind her. On the way, Megumi had also folded the blanklet into a neat square, placing it onto a nearby chair.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Well, I suppose that means she's hungry AND wants a bath." Annalee spoke to herself after the bathroom door had closed behind Megumi. Half sighing, and half laughing, Annalee went to get some food ready for her. She made a simple sandwich, as she still didn't really know what type of foods that Megumi liked, and she also made a serving of oatmeal that she put some butter and sugar in before bringing it all upstairs. She placed the food on her nightstand and went to knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, I got some food for you. It's on the nightstand, although I don't know how much longer the oatmeal will stay hot just sitting there." She called through the door and added, "I'm going to put Lucas to bed now, so don't worry if i'm not in the room when you get out." With that done, Annalee walked down the hall, past her older brother's room, and knocked on the door to Lucas's room. Be fore she had even begun to speak, the door swung open, and there stood her adorable little brother, with his pajamas on backwards. "Good night sister!" He said with a big grin on his face. "Oh, dear. One, you don't say good night as a greeting, you say good evening. Two, you do realize that your pajamas are backwards, don't you?" Annalee couldn't keep herself from laughing as Lucas said in a perfect mimic of their mother, "Of course I know, Dear! I always know best." He laughed with her for a second and then pulled on her hand, bringing her into hi room with him as the door shut behind them. Speaking normally now, he said, "I don't like the buttons, they make me itchy." Annalee knelt on the floor by her brother. "Well then, shall we find out why?" She moved her hand in a motion to mean 'turn around' and unbuttoned the jacket of the pajamas, taking it off of him. "Alright, turn back now." When he did, she stood and went to his dresser. Pulling out a soft undershirt, she said, "Let's try wearing this under the jacket. The extra layer will keep you from itching, and you'l be warmer as well!" He took the undershirt from her and put it on quickly, while she waited to help him put the jacket back on too. Once he was properly dressed, he hugged her and thanked her. "There's no itching now sister! None at all!" A big grin on his face. Annalee patted him on the head and steered him to his bed. "Alright, you know that's just my job. Now it's time for you to go to sleep, Lucas." She pulled the blanket up to his nose and kissed his forehead lightly. "Good night. Sleep tight, and don't bite the bedbugs." She smiled as she turned off the lights and closed the door, with her brother's laughter echoing in her mind as she went back to her room.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The woman who answered the door seemed very strange, Gehrman noted. However, in his line of work that was not so unnatural, seeing as he often had to contend with people either brainwashed into servitude by Dolls, or struggling with their situation. Noting how Deville seemed to be out of the house, he still had to check the household for any clues to his whereabouts. "Your master has become possessed by a demon, and this house could hold traces of its corruptive influence. Stand aside lady, and let me investigate the house."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami sat on her ring, as she just "acquired" some food, from somewhere to serve her Doll Master, which is suffering from amnesia and doesn't have anywhere to sleep, so she needs to cater to him in order to stay alive. As Masami hovers through Saulbine on her ring, while hiding herself from existence. finds a lonely boy, snuggling his white-furred cat sitting with his back on a wall. She stops hiding herself, putting her large ring on back of her before approaching the boy with the food. She put the food in front of the boy, then gently tapped him. "I'm back, with some food. I'm not gonna tell you where I got it, but I'm mostly sure this is enough to keep you and your cat alive." Ryan Macfield "The bullies didn't stop, and I don't know how could I stop them..." Ryan spoke to his Doll, which just materialized from one of the many mirrors. Ryan was almost crying, with a sign of anger on his face. "They must be punished, no matter how." he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Mathew Mathew sighed. "I suppose it's at least going to a somewhat good cause. But will you at least try to avoid fights in the future?" Mathew gestured at the one man he'd knocked out. "That man is going to have a splitting head ache when he wakes up. And honestly the guilt of that may or may not have ruined my whole day. But yes, homeward bound I suppose. I'll just stop existing for a bit and follow you. Remember that I AM watching though, Alex!" Alex waggled his finger as if he was scolding a child, before melding into the earth. This was mostly just a visual effect. In truth, he had melded partially outside of reality, as all dolls could. He wished he could just walk the streets, but sadly, his appearance was horrifying to most humans. Oh well. Once they got back he could probably feed some of the stray cats that hung out in a nearby alley way. That would boost his mood. Eren Deville "Ah, I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you inside without proper identification. Why, the other day, silly me, I let this one man claiming to be a cop into the house. He made off with a small amount of cash. The boss never noticed, luckily, or, why, I might have gotten sacked!" Eren was making up Cathy's characterization in his head as he went. He always was good at acting and lying on the fly. So far, he figured Cathy would be a ditzy type, but pleasant. Cathy would also be quite expressive, so Eren added slightly excessive body language to his speech. He figured that if this man insisted on trying to come in, then he'd slam the door and grab his pistol from the kitchen table. He didn't like the idea of contending with a dollhunter when he'd already taken a beating from Viper, but he was ready to fight, in a dress if need be.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was starting to become annoyed by the woman's refusal to grant him passage, and thought of checking through the house later. He had better ways to waste his time with than to stand there and argue. For all he knew, his target could be right now somewhere in the city causing havoc using Deville. "Fine, just tell me where he went."</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand what had happened. One moment, she had been in front of the horrible man threatening to eat her(which was at once scary and kind of a weird threat. She thought that sort of thing was a joke, not anything real adults said... maybe it was because he was a Puppet?) and the next moment she was behind him, as he clawed into a shield. The man let out a cry of rage and pain as the strange figures cut into him, and then the Doll's hand suddenly drove inside his body. There was a spray of mist, even as the rest of his wounds knitted themselves back together, and light shimmering around the Doll's wrist. The man struggled, but as her grip found the Puppeteer he went still. The mist drew back inside the man's body as he lost consciousness, and from him was drawn a strange creature. It appeared to be made of crystal, with vapors pouring from its body and log, clawed hands, full of sharp angles. "Grr... D-Doll..." the spire that was the Puppeteer's head swung open to reveal rows of crystal teeth.</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The Doll knows of the church, as is expected of the Keeper of Secrets. But what is this about Puppeteers? I've heard of that somewhere, but where? Gehrman noticed how the Doll seemed to obey the will of the man, which was confirmation that he was indeed Mister Deville. The situation had developed in a direction he did not see coming: he was losing, yet he was still alive. Strange events surround mortal existence blessed by eyes, as was foretold in the book of Kosm. Figures, Gehrman thought to himself. There were many hints in his behavior pointing to the case, but he wasn't interested in dwelling on it. More importantly, the greenhorn surrendered, which tipped the already tilted favors against him even further. "But-" Gehrman spouted out from his gritted teeth, before he sighed. This was checkmate for him, and he knew when to fold his cards. He was given a chance to live, and that is what he was going to choose. Not because he wanted to survive, since he was willing to die for his cause, but because he wanted to learn more about what he's been talking about. Gehrman thus dropped his nailgun on the ground, and lifted himself slowly up from the dirt. "You won this battle, Dollmaster."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the boy happily, herself being happy too since she could be let in, too. Listening to what he is saying, she quickly memorized that the boy should be called "Leo" for now, until he finds out his true name. Looking at the girl that let her Master and herself in, Masami came to know that the girl is alone unless her Doll was taken into consideration, and that she looks about the boy's age. "Please..." Masami said, adding to what her Master said. @Scarifar</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Oh come now, is that it?" Nuul said, the swarm around her flying back into the Grimoire, "I've met children with more conviction than you, but I suppose children don't know as much." The Beholders all surged back into the Grimoire, the portal on top closed. She turned to Eren to address the question. "You'll have to declare a sacrifice before I can use it," She said, flipping through her book, "Unfortunately, you didn't, but I have some uses for him anyway." The air fractured above her, and the Pursuers surged through the rift, biting into the corpse and dragging it back with them. The rift sealed, and she closed the Grimoire. It floated below her and she gratefully sat on it. When she had put the Thug's blood on the Pursuers' page, she had added a target for them to pursue. They were powerful, but their hunger limited her commands somewhat, but the commands she could give worked well enough. Regardless, she had promised them prey and she always delivered on her promises. "Now that we've resolved ourselves, Eren, why don't you make a start on that tea?" She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville Eren chuckled. "Come now, Nuul. An empty mind is the easiest to fill," she said. Eren saw Nuul's disposal of the corpse, and blinked. "Huh. Well, that's taken care of, at least. Now, I'll make the tea." Eren brushed off her dress, and walked inside. As she set off, she looked behind her and raised an eyebrow at the hunters. "You know, had you guys not showed up, Viper would be properly contained and my dress wouldn't be ripped. I want you to feel properly guilty for ruining my dress," she said, before going inside proper. She entered her relatively spartan kitchen and started brewing tea. She waited for the hunters, before speaking. "So, I guess the first thing you should know about is Puppeteers. Remember how I said Dolls were a varied lot?" She spoke with steel in her voice, "Puppeteers are not. A doll will have as much of a fully fleshed out moral compass as a human. Puppeteers do not. They influence people and attack their hearts, turning them into monsters known as Marionettes. Marionettes are forced to watch their bodies do unspeakable acts. Marionettes are as powerful as dolls, and are similarly immune to non-nail based weaponry." Eren paused. "A marionette can be cured, however, By bringing them within an inch of death and then attempting to destroy the puppeteer that inhabited the body." Eren paused. He seemed to be turning something over in his head. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "A marionette may still be susceptible to their doll's influence after the fact, if that puppeteer is not successfully destroyed," Eren said, "But they will no longer have their marionette powers. They may manifest odd traits, like enhanced senses or an intense pain tolerance, however." He paused, "Nuul, am I glossing over anything? Do you have anything to add?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled as the boy, Leo, introduced himself and his doll. "It's very nice to meet you Leo, and you as well Masami. It's no trouble to me to have you stay here tonight, in fact I find it's a responsibility of mine to help all those who need it, so it's more of a pleasure to have you here than a hassle." Annalee glanced around the room as she said this, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to see Megumi. "Someone else here probably thinks that I'm going to get myself into a lot of trouble because of that feeling of responsibility, one day. But i'll just leave that topic with this: 'You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar'." Annalee smiled again at the two as she continued. "Speaking of honey, are either of you hungry? I'm not a fantastic cook, but I'm sure I could make something edible, like soup or oatmeal. I could get some cream for your cat too if you wish." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling took the small mirror from Ryan, finding the reflection of his own eye quickly and creating a copy of himself, which materialized from the mirror in a small ball of light. The copy looked at Ryan and began to mimic him, creating the illusion of Ryan's appearance over the surface of the copy's body. The copy stood while the real MiRRor spoke. "I will stay here with you unless it is necessary for me to go help my copy. Can I trust you to stay out of trouble if that happens?" After MiRRor finished talking, the copy spoke too, in Ryan's voice. "I'm going to confront them now. They will think I am you, and I will be able to lull them into a false sense of security because they will think they know my strengths." Next they spoke at the same time. "Do you have any changes you would like to make to this plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "I think you've forgotten the biscuits, Eren." Nuul said, floating over to the table on her Grimoire, "And you'd best set the sugar on the table for our guests as well." Of course, handling a sugar pot, tea pot, plate of biscuit and four cups would've been troublesome, but she was sure Eren could handle it. After all, dealing with a gang and the forces of darkness was probably much easier than serving tea. --- The Boy "Ah! Thank you!" He said, "But I ate just before. I'm not sure about Masami though." His stomach rumbled, but he punched himself to stop it. "Do you happen to have a bath we could use?" He asked, "This is the first time we've been able to settle for a while."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at her Master, before smiling at the person who opened the door. While Masami does not feel the need to eat, she still wants to do so. Although she thought of eating something, she decided to refrain from doing so, hopefully until the morning, when the housekeeper would possibly serve breakfast for them. I ate them just before, too. Masami smiled at the person who opened the door. Ryan Macfield "Perfect. I'll make sure to hide when bad thing happens." Ryan whispered to his real Doll, before analyzing the surroundings. He found a spot which dumb-headed people like the bullies wouldn't bother finding. He then looked to the copy of him his Doll just made. "The copy's perfect, too. No changes necessary."</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Victoria Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Normally, she's not actually bareheaded. Personality: Despite overall having rather... childish likes, Regina stubbornly tries to act 'properly', both as an outstanding member of the community and for someone in her position. Whilst she's normally quite a laid back person, she gets irritable quickly if someone draws attention to her doing something 'improper' or trying to push her into doing it. This is even worse for the immediate future because of her ongoing failing. Very, very particular about telling the truth and keeping her word. Currently keeping her in a cheery catch-22 situation where she's breaking her vows one way, but would break them far worse if she were to fulfil them properly. Backstory: Orphaned at a young age, Regina was raised by a particular sect of the church that views Dolls as a terrible menace, and generally agreed with them, even more so when she joined the church proper and found that there were ways to deal with the monsters without involving even more monsters. So, more than just a church member, she was a Doll Hunter. 'Was' being the operative word, with an extremely bad situation and a moment of panic leading her to accept a bargain that should never have been struck in the first place. Now... stuck with a Doll that she can't kill, since that would put her in a much worse situation. Along with being unable to go 'home' properly for the immediate future, she's secretly hoping that something will free her from her obligations, whilst trying to keep going as normal. Skills: Though previously quite well armed, and with a 'one shot, one kill' mentality due to having quite the overdone weapon--certainly not something you'd ever want to try using without a lot of bracing--Regina has no ability to really use her shooting skills, since the weapon itself was rather thoroughly broken. She's had practice with a knife, and still has some rather... longer nails, but is herself mostly harmless to Dolls and Puppeteers alike at the moment, because only an idiot tries to use a weapon of last resort (or for finishing off anything that found itself staked in place but not dead) to attack with. At least, with her athleticism, she's got a good headstart for running away and dealing with more mundane attackers.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Victoria The day continued to get ever stranger, as a short redhead came from nowhere to interrupt her impending demise. With relatively little space on the balcony, the creepy man was still too close for comfort... and now a Doll. To the nun, this was hardly the godsend that anyone else would be treating it as; the number of monsters she had to fight had gone up. At least this one, inexplicably huge scissors aside, would be easier to fight than the Marionette: she wasn't visually displaced from her actual location (the hand on her shoulder gave it away) and she'd hardly be expecting to be dealt with by the person she'd saved. Though maybe she'd have to let the Doll go and simply report her to the higher-ups. Even if it was a monster saving your life, betrayal was the worst crime imaginable. "Fine, kill it," Regina answered, gripping her nails tightly and mentally adding 'then leave'.</s>
<\|description\|>VV Gender: Female Appearance: "Just remember, this one is mine."(Red hair and eyes, pale skin, gold and silver scissors, red dress with black trim and frills) Personality: At first glance, VV seems rather cheerful. And this is not entirely untruthful. The Doll can be quite happy... it's just that she's also quick to anger and quick to violence, as well as rather hostile to others. At least she's usually initially friendly. However, VV is also highly possessive of her Doll Master. She dislikes letting them out of her sight and follows them practically everywhere when she can, and becomes rather irritable if they begin spending too much time alone with anyone else. VV is okay if it's multiple people, but alone? She'll be very unhappy with her Doll Master. She also has a tendency to speak rather harshly, saying things like "This is mine" in reference to her Doll Master. VV has a tendency to be overzealous in combat and possesses an aggressive fighting style. She is quite arrogant in combat, claiming that she is never going to lose. Even still, however, she can initially be friendly as long as she actually likes someone. Though if that someone starts trying to spend time alone with her Doll Master, things will rapidly go downhill. VV loves food, especially sweets(some of the neighboring countries to Saulbine have fantastic sweets, in her opinion), and has a notable interest in stuffed toys. Abilities: VV is strong enough to effortlessly wield Calamity Edge one-handed(blades shut), but she is weaker then many other physical combat Dolls. She compensates for this by being highly fast and agile, able to outpace some Dolls and Marionettes entirely. She is also less durable then other physical combat Dolls, though she is still far more durable then a human being and is invulnerable to nearly all mundane weaponry like all Dolls. Weapons: Duality of Laceration: Calamity Edge - VV wields a giant pair of shears, as long as she is tall(about 5'1). The handle is a gleaming gold, and the blades an equally shining silver. Held shut, Calamity Edge acts as an effective sword, capable of cutting and parrying. However, when she uses both hands to fight with them open, the razor-sharp blades can slice through nearly anything. Even shut, the shears are capable of cutting solid stone like butter, and even effortlessly shearing through metal. When opened, Calamity Edge's true power shines. The shears are capable of cutting even the intangible, such as Dolls who have hidden themselves from existence. However, as VV cannot see the invisible, she requires some idea of where they are located to do such a thing. VV also states that the more power she gets, the more Calamity Edge will be capable of. Misc: VV has an "older sister", /\/\(pronounced AA).</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria The day continued to get ever stranger, as a short redhead came from nowhere to interrupt her impending demise. With relatively little space on the balcony, the creepy man was still too close for comfort... and now a Doll. To the nun, this was hardly the godsend that anyone else would be treating it as; the number of monsters she had to fight had gone up. At least this one, inexplicably huge scissors aside, would be easier to fight than the Marionette: she wasn't visually displaced from her actual location (the hand on her shoulder gave it away) and she'd hardly be expecting to be dealt with by the person she'd saved. Though maybe she'd have to let the Doll go and simply report her to the higher-ups. Even if it was a monster saving your life, betrayal was the worst crime imaginable. "Fine, kill it," Regina answered, gripping her nails tightly and mentally adding 'then leave'.</s>	<\|message\|>VV The moment the words left the nun's mouth, VV's lips spread into a wide grin. She let out a small laugh. There it was. The completion of their deal. The seal that would confirm the nun's nature as her anchor. Now, they had forged a contract that could not be broken, at least not without certain extreme circumstances being met. VV was in the human world, and she knew there was nothing that could take her out. "Contract accepted." The Marionette had evidently gotten over his shock, one fist lunging towards her, towards her at an impossible angle. That wasn't right at all...! It was then when she noticed, the coiling shadow that was the Puppeteer wasn't inside the man's body, but to the side, to the right of him. So that was it... Moments before the fist could connect, VV's fist lashed out! It struck the air beside the Marionette's head, and there was an ugly crack as the image of his body snapped to the side, relocating to its appropriate location. He reeled back, clutching his nose as he fell backwards, toppling off the balcony and to the ground below. He hit the ground with a thud below. Idiot. Didn't he know anything about dealing with Dolls? Placing one foot on the railing, VV looked back over her shoulder at the nun. "Now don't do anything stupid." With that, she sprang off of the railing, landing boots-first below on the cobblestones. They cracked beneath her from the impact, dislodged and kicked into the air, several cobblestones clattering across the ground as she straightened. The Marionette was back on his feet already, both eyes fixed firmly on her. His body was already to the right of the shadow within again. Placing one hand on her hip, VV laughed. "Really?!" she began, "Do you seriously think that's going to work? I can see you inside him. Twisting around like the parasite you are. You can't solve that, can you?" The Marionette's hands clenched into fists. "Doll... I'll butcher you and that bitch!" "Pffftahahahaha wow, you're funny," VV wiped a mock tear from one eye. This idiot seriously thought he had a chance? That parasite was going to learn a whole new world of knowledge in a few moments. Well, before dying. "But there's no more time to mess around. Come on out, Calamity Edge!" VV outstretched her right hand. The air seemed to warp and distort, as red sparks materialized from nothing and gathered in her palm. With a flash, an immense pair of gold-and-silver shears had formed. The center of the handles was held tight, shut so that each blade formed a single double-edged sword. The metal hissed as VV swung it into the air, red sparks still raining down from the pristine metal that composed the massive shears. There was no further hesitation, VV's crimson-clad body blurred as she suddenly charged towards the Marionette! The sheer speed, the speed of a Doll and even moreso, dislodged cobblestones from the ground with each step. The Marionette attempted to use his distorted image, pushing himself to the side harder than before, but really it was useless. VV's free hand latched out and caught his shoulder with an ugly crack. Well, something near it. It was hard to tell where it had hit, but wherever it was had sent the bastard stumbling! She wouldn't use Calamity Edge to inflict lethal injury, especially not now. Not until her real target was exposed. The red-headed Doll's hand blurred, and with a thunk slammed directly into the spot that was occupied by the Puppeteer. The Marionette let out a stranged cry of shock as his image once again returned to its proper place, and it was now clear what was going on. VV was reaching inside, a shimmering light around her wrist as her arm sunk in deeper, grabbing for her target. The parasite was about to get just what it deserved! There was a hiss of metal through the air, and VV barely snapped Calamity Edge up in time to deflect it. It was, apparently, the Marionette's hand, reshaped into a metallic blade. He was already preparing to lash out again, but... "There. I've got you now, bastard!" VV's fingers wrapped around the coiling darkness and began to draw it free. The Marionette's hand returned to normal and he staggered, letting out a gurgle as VV began to pull the parasite from his body. Finally, his eyes glazed over as he passed out, his body going slack. VV wrenched the monster free as he collapsed, and tossed it down onto the cobblestones! It was human-like in shape,though it lacked most features beyond eyes and pale skin... and its hands were simply sharp edges. No wonder it had wanted a human body so badly. She could already see its shape shimmering! But it was disoriented, she wouldn't let it get away! Calamity Edge slammed downwards. There was a wet thunk, then a crunch as it pierced all the way through and cut into the stone below. The Puppeteer's body ceased to shimmer and returned to its natural place as blood sprayed from its chest, splattering across VV's clothing and across the ground. "Like I said, not your lucky day, is it?" she commented as she drew Calamity Edge from his body. The shears faded into red sparks as she straightened, standing over the monster. The parasite's body went limp, collapsing onto the ground as blood continued to spray from it, coating the red-headed Doll. But it was starting to vanish, the blood seeming to seep into the girl's body. Indeed, the body was dissipating into a red mist too... all of it flowing into VV. Soon, the blood, and the corpse, was gone, the only remains of a battle being the unconscious former Marionette and the damaged cobblestones. "Sheesh, he wasn't even very filling," VV stretched, "Oh well, he's dead now."</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria This was, the blonde nun had to admit, not how she had been expecting the fight to go in the least. The Puppeteer had looked like an easy mark, paying no attention as she took aim from a balcony. Taking down a creature of habit that chose to walk the exact same route every day was pretty trivial, given her skill set. She'd been in position, hefted the baroque masterpiece that was her primary weapon-- --and watched the spike of metal appear to pierce right through the target, only to slam unimpeded into the pavement. Things had promptly gone quite downhill from there, with her gun being smashed, fine mechanisms unable to take the impact as it (she refused to think of one of those things as 'He') joined her on the balcony. Given her quite fragile position, reduced to holding two knives as a supernatural entity moved in for the kill, it was inevitable. She wasn't trained for this, or as insane as her direct superior to rely on skill to try and do the impossible. The monster inside that person was going to kill her, and at best she'd inconvenience it a little.</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah The Transient Princess --- The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway. Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time? She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen. By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her. "Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry." Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her. Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her. Ein Ferah --- "GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!" The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity. "Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?" A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...! And then came the click of the triggers.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV There! The brilliant red sliced through the darkness. It knitted and weaved itself into a shape, a perfect circle, layering upon itself and filled with a kaleidoscope of rotating designs and shapes. This alone gave the monster on the balcony pause. A hand reached from the middle of the circle, the air rippling around it as it latched onto the nun's shoulder. VV used this. Her anchor's shoulder... Her Doll Master's shoulder. She pulled herself through, stepping onto the pristine white stone that composed the platform. Well, it sure wouldn't be pristine for long. The Marionette, grinning as he was, about to enjoy a new victim, faltered, stepping away from her. "Y-you're..." he trailed off, eyes wide in shock as VV straightened, releasing her anchor's shoulder as she stared him down. Heh, it was pretty clear this had been the last thing the monster had expected. She could even see it, not its form, but the coiling shadow within the Marionette. The vile thing that had emerged from beyond to take control of the man before her. "Oi oi..." VV began, brushing her crimson hair back, one eye open and fixed on the Marionette as she inclined her head to the side. Straightening, she opened both eyes and took a step towards him, "Tch... it's not your lucky day, is it?" The Marionette was, for a moment, too stunned to do anything. The emergence of a Doll was clearly the last thing he had expected, and that thought brought a smile to VV's lips. Now it was time to seal the deal. Grabbing her anchor's shoulder, she hauled the nun to her feet, then pushed her back. "I'll handle this, alright?" --- Cynthia Lee All Cynthia could do was tremble in terror as the man came closer, and closer, and closer... She shuffled back on her rear, trying to get away and escape from him, but somehow it was just so difficult to do so. Something made her limbs feel like lead, as her heart hammered in her tiny chest and the man raised one cold, clammy hand... and then she appeared. A woman in white, descending from the sky so suddenly, and landing on the horrible man! Cynthia could see how she landed and kicked off of him, and watched him it the ground with a loud crack, the cobblestones fracturing from the impact. For a moment he lay there, quiet, a wound in his back from where the woman's heel had struck him... And now the woman was offering to help her... to... to play? Adults didn't usually talk like that, but right now Cynthia didn't care. She'd knocked that man down so fast, and he'd been so terrible... The girl had no idea why she was being called Alice, but that was another thing that didn't matter right now. This woman had just saved her life, just like that! Trembling, she raised her hand, her small fingers wrapping around the woman's as she managed to work up a reply. "Th... th-that was amazing!" No sooner then she had said that then the man began to rise. The injury in his back had sealed by this point... and there was a twisting darkness within him, though that was not something Cynthia could see. All she could see was the misty breath leaving his mouth, as if it was a cold day... and that his eyes had gone completely white. And in spite of this terrible change... something told Cynthia that he was afraid. She could see it, his body shaking... "D... Doll..." the man choked out as he rose. "Something like you... here... you...!"</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The train whistle blew as the locomotive screeched and halted in its tracks, and spilled its insides of travellers and businessmen, only to suck in another batch of people. From one of the carts appeared a man with a mission; to purify the city of Saulbine from the corruption that has taken hold of it, like a vampire drawing blood from innocent virgins. Gerhman Steinback walked out of the train station and took a cab to the city's center square. The suitcase he used to carry his weapons inside was stuffed into the storage compartment while he sat in the back seat, looking over the notes he had made. He had a habit of travelling from city to city, purging any presence of the vile Dolls he could find before setting out again, for virtue does not reward the idle. During his travels, he came across a number of news clippings and witness testimonies of a certain man seen acting strange and sometimes even violent, but was unable to be apprehended or escaped; seems like he had built a reputation of weirdness for himself. From what he has studied them Gehrman knew that a Doll had to be the cause for these incidents. He doublechecked the name of the person who has led him into Saulbine in search of victims to the venomous allure of the Dolls, and the monsters fro him to wipe off from the face of the earth. "Eren Deville...soon you will be released from your torment, as Yhar'gul was liberated from his prison of flesh."</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The woman who answered the door seemed very strange, Gehrman noted. However, in his line of work that was not so unnatural, seeing as he often had to contend with people either brainwashed into servitude by Dolls, or struggling with their situation. Noting how Deville seemed to be out of the house, he still had to check the household for any clues to his whereabouts. "Your master has become possessed by a demon, and this house could hold traces of its corruptive influence. Stand aside lady, and let me investigate the house."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami sat on her ring, as she just "acquired" some food, from somewhere to serve her Doll Master, which is suffering from amnesia and doesn't have anywhere to sleep, so she needs to cater to him in order to stay alive. As Masami hovers through Saulbine on her ring, while hiding herself from existence. finds a lonely boy, snuggling his white-furred cat sitting with his back on a wall. She stops hiding herself, putting her large ring on back of her before approaching the boy with the food. She put the food in front of the boy, then gently tapped him. "I'm back, with some food. I'm not gonna tell you where I got it, but I'm mostly sure this is enough to keep you and your cat alive." Ryan Macfield "The bullies didn't stop, and I don't know how could I stop them..." Ryan spoke to his Doll, which just materialized from one of the many mirrors. Ryan was almost crying, with a sign of anger on his face. "They must be punished, no matter how." he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Mathew Mathew sighed. "I suppose it's at least going to a somewhat good cause. But will you at least try to avoid fights in the future?" Mathew gestured at the one man he'd knocked out. "That man is going to have a splitting head ache when he wakes up. And honestly the guilt of that may or may not have ruined my whole day. But yes, homeward bound I suppose. I'll just stop existing for a bit and follow you. Remember that I AM watching though, Alex!" Alex waggled his finger as if he was scolding a child, before melding into the earth. This was mostly just a visual effect. In truth, he had melded partially outside of reality, as all dolls could. He wished he could just walk the streets, but sadly, his appearance was horrifying to most humans. Oh well. Once they got back he could probably feed some of the stray cats that hung out in a nearby alley way. That would boost his mood. Eren Deville "Ah, I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you inside without proper identification. Why, the other day, silly me, I let this one man claiming to be a cop into the house. He made off with a small amount of cash. The boss never noticed, luckily, or, why, I might have gotten sacked!" Eren was making up Cathy's characterization in his head as he went. He always was good at acting and lying on the fly. So far, he figured Cathy would be a ditzy type, but pleasant. Cathy would also be quite expressive, so Eren added slightly excessive body language to his speech. He figured that if this man insisted on trying to come in, then he'd slam the door and grab his pistol from the kitchen table. He didn't like the idea of contending with a dollhunter when he'd already taken a beating from Viper, but he was ready to fight, in a dress if need be.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was starting to become annoyed by the woman's refusal to grant him passage, and thought of checking through the house later. He had better ways to waste his time with than to stand there and argue. For all he knew, his target could be right now somewhere in the city causing havoc using Deville. "Fine, just tell me where he went."</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand what had happened. One moment, she had been in front of the horrible man threatening to eat her(which was at once scary and kind of a weird threat. She thought that sort of thing was a joke, not anything real adults said... maybe it was because he was a Puppet?) and the next moment she was behind him, as he clawed into a shield. The man let out a cry of rage and pain as the strange figures cut into him, and then the Doll's hand suddenly drove inside his body. There was a spray of mist, even as the rest of his wounds knitted themselves back together, and light shimmering around the Doll's wrist. The man struggled, but as her grip found the Puppeteer he went still. The mist drew back inside the man's body as he lost consciousness, and from him was drawn a strange creature. It appeared to be made of crystal, with vapors pouring from its body and log, clawed hands, full of sharp angles. "Grr... D-Doll..." the spire that was the Puppeteer's head swung open to reveal rows of crystal teeth.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz MiRRor (Ashling) "So, revenge then?" Ashling saw the emotions on his master's face, and recognized the tone in his voice. "Don't you start crying. Anger is better for revenge, then the sadness may come later." Ashling himself never pondered over the irony that was him speaking about emotions, but not having any of his own. Except anger, that is. "I don't like it when you cry either though. I suppose if I have to stick around you all the time I'd prefer if you were in a good mood." Ashling attempted a casual smile, something he'd been practicing lately, but decided to quit after a second. "Any ideas for a plan yet?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He looked up to see the doll. Masami had returned! "Ah..." He said. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn. "Thank you." He took the bread and cheese that she had put in front of him and put them in his lap, before reaching out for the tin of sardines. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a simple tin opener and proceeded to open the can. He placed it next to him on the ground and his cat jumped from his lap and started eating with gusto. He watched for a couple of seconds, before starting on his bread and cheese. It wasn't exactly roast, but he couldn't complain. He had very little as it was, he needed all he could get. Although there was nothing stopping him from staying in one place and getting some money, he didn't want to. He'd felt that he was getting closer to finding out about himself the farther they had travelled, but now he felt it might be okay. He felt like the answer was somewhere in Saulbine. "Do you think we'll find anything here, Masami?" He asked the doll, "I feel like we will." --- Nuul "The Pursuers are the souls of the dead." She whispered in his ear, "They will not stop until there are none who live." Perhaps it would have been hard to hear a whisper over your own screams, but she doubted he wouldn't hear her whispers. She floated behind him, a shadowy spectre in the maelstrom of his nightmare. "Submit to me, and you may live." She said. "YOU, CRAZY BITCH!" His arm whipped back and he tried to stab her with his knife, hard as it was with his body being torn apart by the fangs of the Pursuers. The knife plunged into empty air, the shadow flowed around him, apppearing in front of him. "The Pursuers have caught the scent of your blood, they will never stop while you remain alive." At those words, the Pursuers finally caught the rest of her unfortunate victim's flailing limbs. The knife dropped out of his hand and fell away into the abyss. "This is your final chance, if you do not submit, you will be torn apart." "GO. TO. HELL!" He spat. "How unfortunate." She said with a disinterested tone, "Hm, perhaps I'll see you there." At that, the pursuer's were free to tear him apart. As she watched, the worms tugged at his limbs, slowly but surely starting to separate them from his body. "AAAAAARRRRGGHHHHH!" He screamed as his limbs were torn from his body. But of course, Nuul never let it get that far. She had banished the Pursuers before they had even started doing any serious damage. The thug was on the floor, eyes rolled back into his head, screaming at nothing at all. "A perfect success." She said, her mouth curling into an evil smirk.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "My, my, what do we have here?" Nuul said. Her voice seemed to come from empty air, but there was no trace of her in the room. Suddenly, the air seemed to fracture above the chair in which Eren was hiding behind. A large rift from the floor to the ceiling opened in the air as the Pursuers surged through it, but they curled around and and twisted sideways, positioning themselves into what appeared to be a staircase. Nuul stepped out from the rift, descending the staircase made by the Pursuers. "Have we all forgotten our manners in this day and age?" Her Grimoire floated beside her, she didn't need it right now. As her feet touched the wooden floor, the Pursuers returned through the rift as it closed. "Surely we are all civilized beings, why all this commotion?" She said, as she sat down on the chair. "The master of the house is absent, what is it that you desire?" --- The Boy He nodded at the doll's answer, satisfied with what she said. He finished his bread and cheese, and his cat finished its sardines at the same time. He got up and dusted himself off and his cat meowed happily beside him. "It looks like we might still have some time." He said to the doll, his confidence returning. "Why don't we find somewhere to stay for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Mathew Mathew remanifested in the apartment, forming into a medium height humanoid thing with no face and long, spindly arms and fingers. "This place could use some tidying up, Alex," he scolded, before looking at the money Alex set aside. "I may not quite approve of how you got a hold of it, but I do want you to know I'm proud of you for helping the church. Now, I'm going to make dinner. How does rhubarb pie sound for desert?" The shambling, faceless horror that was Mathew tied on an apron and washed its hands in the sink, before it began cooking. More arms sprouted out of his body, before washing their respective hands and handling multiple jobs at once. Eren Eren hesitated, before sighing. "No, they weren't clear, at all. I thought you were talking about the Hunter," Eren whispered, before setting off for the basement. It irked her how terrible she was at working with her doll. She wished she'd not been forced into such a partnership. But then, if she hadn't met Nuul, she would have been killed by those dollhunters when she was a marionette. What especially irritated her was that neither of them truly trusted the other. From what Eren knew, doll and master were supposed to be friends, at least. But Nuul, Eren just saw the doll as an asset, and an irritation. Eren's feelings about Nuul were a mixed up conviction of resentment, fear, irritation, fondness and bitterness. Well, however she felt about the doll, she had to work with her. Eren stepped into the basement, and saw Viper. The thug was on the ground, arms around his knees, breathing heavily. "Viper," Eren said, "Are you ready to talk?" Viper looked at him, blinking, as if surprised. "I..." Eren waited for him to continue, before shrugging. "It doesn't matter, for now, come with me." Eren went back upstairs, Viper in tow. Eren stepped quietly along the wall to her room, then opened the window. For some reason, without explanation, Viper was complying. He followed her out of the window. Eren thought for a moment. She could take Viper to her father's, but that would put Dad at risk. She could use one of the abandoned warehouses nearby, but then how would she properly secure her prisoner in so short a time. Maybe she cou- She felt hands wrapping around her throat before slamming her face first into a wall. Eren winced in pain, before biting down on her enemy's hand as hard as she could. He cried out in pain, and Eren followed it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Viper responded with one intense punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Eren's stomach, before lifting the detective and tossing her into the wall. Eren fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Viper grabbed her by the throat amd lifted her. he is yet to awaken... Eren cursed her own thoughtlessness. Nuul had said he was ready to talk, and yet he'd been close lipped. Nuul had said he was unconscious, and Eren had disregarded that when she saw him awake. Eren had made stupid mistakes by ignoring her partner and not trusting her. Perhaps... No. Eren kicked Viper in the face hard, once, twice, three times. Viper became more and more dazed each time. Finally, Eren slammed her foot into his temple and he dropped. Eren drew her pistol and aimed it at Viper. Eren had always done best on her own. She wasn't going to reduce herself to bring some demonic lawyer's pet human. She would not rely on Nuul. The man returned to consciousness quickly, eyes glowing yellow a moment. "Tell me all that you know if you want to live," Eren said. "O-okay, fine. Just please let the nightmares end," Viper said. Eren knew she had limited time. If Nuul could defeat the dollhunter, that would be great. But if the dollhunter managed to escape, he could come across Eren. As she was, there was no way she could face a dollhunter. Hell, Viper could have killed her had he any skill to match his supernatural strength. "Where can I find him?" Eren said. "At this pub, the Alabastor Python. The bartender keeps an extra room for us. That's where I report my goings about,and where Mr. White, where he...where he..." Viper looked at his hands. "Where he made me a god," Viper said, suddenly grinning. "Speaking of which, what are you?" Eren said. "The future," Viper said, before standing up. "Don't move or I will blow your fucking brains out," Eren said, cold and calm. Viper began laughing, then stepped toward Eren. Eren fired into the man's skull, and he collapsed. "...well, I have a location," Eren sighed, climbing back through her window. "The trail's not cold yet..."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback After a long time of staying in cover and observing the beams that the Doll launched, Gehrman came to a conclusion: the doll was stalling him, for reasons unknown. It came apparent in the entity's never-ending barrage of attacks, and also at the fact the demon didn't do anything else but stay vigilant towards the door, even though it could have retreated or advanced if it wanted to. Gehrman realized he had to act now, or whatever the doll was planning would come to fruition, and looking at his opponent, he imagined it wasn't anything that could benefit humanity in any form. He relocked his Nail Driver and placed his bandaged hand over it for a moment as he inspected it. This may only have the slightest chance of succeeding, but it is one I must take! Fortune favors the bold, and the Eye of Infinity watches those who see with clarity. With conviction in his heart, he charged forward, using the large weapon as a shield, hoping it would protect him long enough for him to get into close proximity to the doll. He actually succeeded in dodging some of the beams that were shot at him purely due to the trained reflexes he's attained over years of combat against otherworldly creatures like these. However, he knew his weapon would become soon broken by all the blasts it now absorbed, and so he took a jump towards the living room. It was there when he heard a loud gunshot coming from the backyard. Gehrman thought that whatever the Doll was trying to hide must be there, and so he jumped out the window and headed there. He found the still warm corpse of a man, and cursed his lateness. He shouted: "Curse you! As a vanquisher of dolls, I will exact justice upon you!"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Gnomala Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Here. Personality: Always kind and pleasant on the outside. If he sees a poor unfortunate soul having trouble of some sort, he won't hesitate to help. He talks about God quite a bit, saying that He is always watching and will take care of those He loves. He can be quite charismatic, However, despite being a priest, even he has a few guilty pleasures. There have been rumors that he is a pervert who likes to feel up women, although that has never been proven to be true (mainly because Alexander makes sure no one sees it happening when he does it). He is also sometimes seen gambling, and is quite good at it too, able to maintain a smiling poker face while bluffing his opponents down to their underwear. Backstory: Alexander was born in quite a religious family who expected their son to follow in their footsteps. In other words, do exactly as they said and never talk back. Even the slightest mistake resulted in a smack on the hand with a wooden stick. Alexander then made a few "friends" who taught him some tips and tricks for certain unethical purposes. Alexander practiced them a few times and found that he was rather good at them. During the day he would obey his parents' every word, at night he would sneak out a window and hang out with his friends. This continued for many months, until his parents found out about it and disowned him. Fortunately, Alexander was lucky and was taken in by the local church, where he lived for the rest of his life until he turned 18, from there renting an apartment while still working at the church as a priest. Skills: Calm: Alexander is able to stay calm when others would have freaked out and panicked. Silver tounge: Alexander can make almost anything he says sound like the truth. As one would expect, though, this takes a lot of quick thinking and clever words. Smooth hands: Alexander has a lot of practice with his hands, whether it be pickpocketing someone, feeling up a girl's behind, or other such tricks. Cheating: what kind of gambler would Alexander be if he didn't know how to cheat? Whether it be with cards, chips, or what not, Alexander has quite a bit of experience with it. Fist fighting: let's just say he has gotten into a bit of trouble with his cheating ways, as well as dealing with drunkards, and had to learn how to fend off would be attackers. Name: Megumi Gender: Female Appearance: Here. Personality: Always serious about everything. She has no sense of humor and will not hesitate to strike down someone she doesn't like. Megumi is almost always silent, apart from short replies and various short sounds. However, she is not without kindness, although it takes quite a bit for her to reveal it. Abilities: Observational: Megumi has far better sight than a human could ever hope to have without the aid of vision enhancements. She can also see with the use of both night and thermal vision. Speed: Megumi is, of course, also faster than any normal human could hope to achieve. This includes reflexes as well. Cloaking: Megumi is capable of turning invisible. Other forms of vision such as thermal are incapable of detecting her as well. Also, while not related to her ability yet also worth mentioning, she is silent enough to escape the detection of human ears. Acrobatics: self-explanatory. Poison: her weapons are coated with poison. Effects of the poison are slowed reflexes, blurred vision, increased fatigue, and enhanced pain sensitivity. Just the kind of stuff that makes you wish you were dead. Effects will wear off after about 5 minutes. Weapons: -A pair of short swords. -A seemingly endless amount of kunai and shuriken.</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah The Transient Princess --- The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway. Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time? She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen. By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her. "Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry." Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her. Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her. Ein Ferah --- "GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!" The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity. "Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?" A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...! And then came the click of the triggers.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV There! The brilliant red sliced through the darkness. It knitted and weaved itself into a shape, a perfect circle, layering upon itself and filled with a kaleidoscope of rotating designs and shapes. This alone gave the monster on the balcony pause. A hand reached from the middle of the circle, the air rippling around it as it latched onto the nun's shoulder. VV used this. Her anchor's shoulder... Her Doll Master's shoulder. She pulled herself through, stepping onto the pristine white stone that composed the platform. Well, it sure wouldn't be pristine for long. The Marionette, grinning as he was, about to enjoy a new victim, faltered, stepping away from her. "Y-you're..." he trailed off, eyes wide in shock as VV straightened, releasing her anchor's shoulder as she stared him down. Heh, it was pretty clear this had been the last thing the monster had expected. She could even see it, not its form, but the coiling shadow within the Marionette. The vile thing that had emerged from beyond to take control of the man before her. "Oi oi..." VV began, brushing her crimson hair back, one eye open and fixed on the Marionette as she inclined her head to the side. Straightening, she opened both eyes and took a step towards him, "Tch... it's not your lucky day, is it?" The Marionette was, for a moment, too stunned to do anything. The emergence of a Doll was clearly the last thing he had expected, and that thought brought a smile to VV's lips. Now it was time to seal the deal. Grabbing her anchor's shoulder, she hauled the nun to her feet, then pushed her back. "I'll handle this, alright?" --- Cynthia Lee All Cynthia could do was tremble in terror as the man came closer, and closer, and closer... She shuffled back on her rear, trying to get away and escape from him, but somehow it was just so difficult to do so. Something made her limbs feel like lead, as her heart hammered in her tiny chest and the man raised one cold, clammy hand... and then she appeared. A woman in white, descending from the sky so suddenly, and landing on the horrible man! Cynthia could see how she landed and kicked off of him, and watched him it the ground with a loud crack, the cobblestones fracturing from the impact. For a moment he lay there, quiet, a wound in his back from where the woman's heel had struck him... And now the woman was offering to help her... to... to play? Adults didn't usually talk like that, but right now Cynthia didn't care. She'd knocked that man down so fast, and he'd been so terrible... The girl had no idea why she was being called Alice, but that was another thing that didn't matter right now. This woman had just saved her life, just like that! Trembling, she raised her hand, her small fingers wrapping around the woman's as she managed to work up a reply. "Th... th-that was amazing!" No sooner then she had said that then the man began to rise. The injury in his back had sealed by this point... and there was a twisting darkness within him, though that was not something Cynthia could see. All she could see was the misty breath leaving his mouth, as if it was a cold day... and that his eyes had gone completely white. And in spite of this terrible change... something told Cynthia that he was afraid. She could see it, his body shaking... "D... Doll..." the man choked out as he rose. "Something like you... here... you...!"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The train whistle blew as the locomotive screeched and halted in its tracks, and spilled its insides of travellers and businessmen, only to suck in another batch of people. From one of the carts appeared a man with a mission; to purify the city of Saulbine from the corruption that has taken hold of it, like a vampire drawing blood from innocent virgins. Gerhman Steinback walked out of the train station and took a cab to the city's center square. The suitcase he used to carry his weapons inside was stuffed into the storage compartment while he sat in the back seat, looking over the notes he had made. He had a habit of travelling from city to city, purging any presence of the vile Dolls he could find before setting out again, for virtue does not reward the idle. During his travels, he came across a number of news clippings and witness testimonies of a certain man seen acting strange and sometimes even violent, but was unable to be apprehended or escaped; seems like he had built a reputation of weirdness for himself. From what he has studied them Gehrman knew that a Doll had to be the cause for these incidents. He doublechecked the name of the person who has led him into Saulbine in search of victims to the venomous allure of the Dolls, and the monsters fro him to wipe off from the face of the earth. "Eren Deville...soon you will be released from your torment, as Yhar'gul was liberated from his prison of flesh."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander smiled happily as he walked down the street. Another great gambling run in Blackjack and Poker. Plenty of great hands, and successful bluffs when the hands were bad. He had also managed to quit while he was ahead, and left with a lot of people's money. As he was walking, however, a group of five guys quickly surrounded him. Alexander recognized most of them as the people he beat the pants off of in the casino. It seemed like these guys didn't take kindly to his money-making ways. "You're in trouble now, funny man," one of them said. "Give us back our money, and maybe no one gets hurt." At that moment, all of them began taking out small knives and shanks from within their clothing. Alexander sighed. At least one person was going to get hurt indeed. "You mean... this money?" Alexander asked as he pulled out a small wad of cash and threw it into the air. The thugs looked up, distracted by the scattering bills, and Alexander lashed out at one of the men, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards. The men quickly realized what had happened, but Alexander was quicker and punched another guy in the face, knocking him down to the ground. The men were not so easily beaten, though, and managed to hold him at knifepoint while they began collecting the money Alexander had scattered. Alexander, however, was not worried. If anything, he looked like he still had the advantage. Perhaps it was time he got a special friend of his to help out.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Gnomala Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Here. Personality: Always kind and pleasant on the outside. If he sees a poor unfortunate soul having trouble of some sort, he won't hesitate to help. He talks about God quite a bit, saying that He is always watching and will take care of those He loves. He can be quite charismatic, However, despite being a priest, even he has a few guilty pleasures. There have been rumors that he is a pervert who likes to feel up women, although that has never been proven to be true (mainly because Alexander makes sure no one sees it happening when he does it). He is also sometimes seen gambling, and is quite good at it too, able to maintain a smiling poker face while bluffing his opponents down to their underwear. Backstory: Alexander was born in quite a religious family who expected their son to follow in their footsteps. In other words, do exactly as they said and never talk back. Even the slightest mistake resulted in a smack on the hand with a wooden stick. Alexander then made a few "friends" who taught him some tips and tricks for certain unethical purposes. Alexander practiced them a few times and found that he was rather good at them. During the day he would obey his parents' every word, at night he would sneak out a window and hang out with his friends. This continued for many months, until his parents found out about it and disowned him. Fortunately, Alexander was lucky and was taken in by the local church, where he lived for the rest of his life until he turned 18, from there renting an apartment while still working at the church as a priest. Skills: Calm: Alexander is able to stay calm when others would have freaked out and panicked. Silver tounge: Alexander can make almost anything he says sound like the truth. As one would expect, though, this takes a lot of quick thinking and clever words. Smooth hands: Alexander has a lot of practice with his hands, whether it be pickpocketing someone, feeling up a girl's behind, or other such tricks. Cheating: what kind of gambler would Alexander be if he didn't know how to cheat? Whether it be with cards, chips, or what not, Alexander has quite a bit of experience with it. Fist fighting: let's just say he has gotten into a bit of trouble with his cheating ways, as well as dealing with drunkards, and had to learn how to fend off would be attackers. Name: Megumi Gender: Female Appearance: Here. Personality: Always serious about everything. She has no sense of humor and will not hesitate to strike down someone she doesn't like. Megumi is almost always silent, apart from short replies and various short sounds. However, she is not without kindness, although it takes quite a bit for her to reveal it. Abilities: Observational: Megumi has far better sight than a human could ever hope to have without the aid of vision enhancements. She can also see with the use of both night and thermal vision. Speed: Megumi is, of course, also faster than any normal human could hope to achieve. This includes reflexes as well. Cloaking: Megumi is capable of turning invisible. Other forms of vision such as thermal are incapable of detecting her as well. Also, while not related to her ability yet also worth mentioning, she is silent enough to escape the detection of human ears. Acrobatics: self-explanatory. Poison: her weapons are coated with poison. Effects of the poison are slowed reflexes, blurred vision, increased fatigue, and enhanced pain sensitivity. Just the kind of stuff that makes you wish you were dead. Effects will wear off after about 5 minutes. Weapons: -A pair of short swords. -A seemingly endless amount of kunai and shuriken.</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s>
<\|description\|>Eren "E" Deville Also known as "The Perfect Doll" Age:19 Gender:E Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at her Master, before smiling at the person who opened the door. While Masami does not feel the need to eat, she still wants to do so. Although she thought of eating something, she decided to refrain from doing so, hopefully until the morning, when the housekeeper would possibly serve breakfast for them. I ate them just before, too. Masami smiled at the person who opened the door. Ryan Macfield "Perfect. I'll make sure to hide when bad thing happens." Ryan whispered to his real Doll, before analyzing the surroundings. He found a spot which dumb-headed people like the bullies wouldn't bother finding. He then looked to the copy of him his Doll just made. "The copy's perfect, too. No changes necessary."</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s>	<\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s>
<\|description\|>Nuul Gender: Female Appearance: "Do you want to make a pact?" Personality: Nuul is rather aloof and condescending as a doll, and more so because of her power. She believes herself to always be the master, and only ever grudgingly admit that she does have to serve a doll master to really do anything. She hates being forced to do anything unless it has incentive, her reasoning being "If they're willing to give me something I want, that means they acknowledge my power." Abilities: The pact - Nuul has the ability to take anything sacrificed to her and turn it into power. All sacrifices have a value, and that value can be turned into whatever she wishes. If the sacrifices are small, then the power is usually only temporary but for something like a human sacrifice, they can be permanent. The sacrifices scale upwards harshly past small immediate boosts, but the size of sacrifices can be decreased somewhat if you choose to suffer after-effects instead. Demon Master: Nuul can create a variety of 'demons' to do her bidding. They're not exactly real demons, but instead are sort of more like a part of her. She creates the 'demons' using sacrifices and their power is again proportional to the sacrifice itself. Unlike The Pact however, the sacrifice cannot be lessened through the use of after-effects because there are none on the summoner. Instead, the sacrifice can only be lessened by weakening the demons in some way or another. Weapons: Tome of the Pact: Grimoire Nuul - The Tome of the Pact is a large black-steel bound book which is about 2 feet lengthways, 1 foot in width and about 10 cm in width. Nuul can control the Grimoire freely, as in she can move it however she wants. Mainly she just sets it to hover and sits on it as she travels as she doesn't want to touch the ground. The Grimoire contains all of the contracts she has between her and whoever wanted them, as well as a page for each of the demons she has made. Each contract erases itself when the price has been paid. Temporary contracts are also written into the Grimoire and do not fade until the price has been paid. In this way, you could essentially pre-order a pact because the Grimoire is really mainly for book-keeping (eh? eh?). If you were to destroy the Grimoire, then all her contracts would go up in smoke, but good luck with that. Those pages ain't burning for anything less than the strongest fires of hell(not that there is one), and the bindings ain't gonna give unless the sky falls onto it. Because of its durability, she can use the book as a shield if she wants to. Misc: Nuul can hover on her own if she really wanted to. Name: ??? Age: ??? looks about 10-12 Gender: Male Appearance: His clothes are somewhat dirty, as if he's been travelling for a while. He also has a coat that is a too large for him and drags along behind him as he walks. He also usually carries his cat around, as it comforts him. The cat is an ordinary white cat with mismatched eyes. Personality: His personality could be mostly summed up with the word 'confused'. He has no memories of much of the world, so he is constantly discovering new things and becoming confused when he discovers weird things. Besides that, he is rather normal for a boy his 'age' but he can be rather shy when interacting with people that look like they have a higher status than he does. Backstory: One day he woke up sitting in an alleyway with no memories and a white cat in his arms. He had no idea what he was doing there or why he had the cat. Everything in the world was alien to him except for the cat in his arms. He knew he had memories, and now they were gone, and he has been trying to find them ever since. Skills: Running and hiding.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s>	<\|message\|>Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz "Insecure? You don't have to worry about him so much... even if he is your master. My doll, Megumi, won't attack either of you unless you give her a reason to, which I know neither of you will." Annalee spoke seriously as she walked up the stairs, hopefully with Leo's doll still following her. She went into the guest room and started making sure everything was ready for the two for the night. "The bathroom's right there, and I'll lay out your clothes on the bed for you." She said while she motioned to the door to the bathroom and then went over to her brother's room to get a change of clothes for Leo. She went back downstairs to give them to him, and when she had finished all that, she decided to read a book in the living room until everyone else was ready for bed. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Yea, sure. We could approach them now if you wanted to, the copy has pretty much beaten everyone except the leader now." MiRRor stood and motioned for Ryan to follow, approaching the copy and the tired bullies.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Insecure? You don't have to worry about him so much... even if he is your master. My doll, Megumi, won't attack either of you unless you give her a reason to, which I know neither of you will." Annalee spoke seriously as she walked up the stairs, hopefully with Leo's doll still following her. She went into the guest room and started making sure everything was ready for the two for the night. "The bathroom's right there, and I'll lay out your clothes on the bed for you." She said while she motioned to the door to the bathroom and then went over to her brother's room to get a change of clothes for Leo. She went back downstairs to give them to him, and when she had finished all that, she decided to read a book in the living room until everyone else was ready for bed. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Yea, sure. We could approach them now if you wanted to, the copy has pretty much beaten everyone except the leader now." MiRRor stood and motioned for Ryan to follow, approaching the copy and the tired bullies.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Thank you." He said as he took the clothes. Annalee had walked off and left him alone. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. A few minutes later... "Ahhhh, this is nice..." He said lazily as he laid back in the bathtub. It had been a while since he'd last been able to use one, he'd built up a lot of dirt on his skin. After scrubbing it all off he was free to enjoy the rest of his bath. It was nice and warm, a feeling he missed most of the times he travelled. After enjoying the bath for a few moments, he sat back up and got out. He towelled himself off and slipped into the spare clothes Annalee had given him, they were soft compared to what he usually wore. He bundled up his discarded clothes and headed over to the living room. "Where should I put these?" He asked her, approaching her from behind.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami took a deep breath and thought. "Guess I'll have to trust her at this point... No use being paranoid when the other Doll's master said it won't attack my Master unless the girl was lying. But I think I could trust her, so let's give her a chance, shall I?" She smiled at the girl who let her and her Master in. "Thanks for letting me know. I was worried it would happen." She then took the clothing and went to the bathroom. Ryan Macfield Ryan followed his Doll, heading to the place where his copy and the bullies are. The environment around him looked darker than a dark alley to him, but he kept walking towards the bullies, which should be afraid of him now. Once they approached the bullies, Ryan grinned at the bullies. "I have a friend that can do this. Don't bother bullying me, or you'll suffer..." Ryan said seriously, despite the fact Ashling is more than his friend.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Mathew Mathew remanifested in the apartment, forming into a medium height humanoid thing with no face and long, spindly arms and fingers. "This place could use some tidying up, Alex," he scolded, before looking at the money Alex set aside. "I may not quite approve of how you got a hold of it, but I do want you to know I'm proud of you for helping the church. Now, I'm going to make dinner. How does rhubarb pie sound for desert?" The shambling, faceless horror that was Mathew tied on an apron and washed its hands in the sink, before it began cooking. More arms sprouted out of his body, before washing their respective hands and handling multiple jobs at once. Eren Eren hesitated, before sighing. "No, they weren't clear, at all. I thought you were talking about the Hunter," Eren whispered, before setting off for the basement. It irked her how terrible she was at working with her doll. She wished she'd not been forced into such a partnership. But then, if she hadn't met Nuul, she would have been killed by those dollhunters when she was a marionette. What especially irritated her was that neither of them truly trusted the other. From what Eren knew, doll and master were supposed to be friends, at least. But Nuul, Eren just saw the doll as an asset, and an irritation. Eren's feelings about Nuul were a mixed up conviction of resentment, fear, irritation, fondness and bitterness. Well, however she felt about the doll, she had to work with her. Eren stepped into the basement, and saw Viper. The thug was on the ground, arms around his knees, breathing heavily. "Viper," Eren said, "Are you ready to talk?" Viper looked at him, blinking, as if surprised. "I..." Eren waited for him to continue, before shrugging. "It doesn't matter, for now, come with me." Eren went back upstairs, Viper in tow. Eren stepped quietly along the wall to her room, then opened the window. For some reason, without explanation, Viper was complying. He followed her out of the window. Eren thought for a moment. She could take Viper to her father's, but that would put Dad at risk. She could use one of the abandoned warehouses nearby, but then how would she properly secure her prisoner in so short a time. Maybe she cou- She felt hands wrapping around her throat before slamming her face first into a wall. Eren winced in pain, before biting down on her enemy's hand as hard as she could. He cried out in pain, and Eren followed it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Viper responded with one intense punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Eren's stomach, before lifting the detective and tossing her into the wall. Eren fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Viper grabbed her by the throat amd lifted her. he is yet to awaken... Eren cursed her own thoughtlessness. Nuul had said he was ready to talk, and yet he'd been close lipped. Nuul had said he was unconscious, and Eren had disregarded that when she saw him awake. Eren had made stupid mistakes by ignoring her partner and not trusting her. Perhaps... No. Eren kicked Viper in the face hard, once, twice, three times. Viper became more and more dazed each time. Finally, Eren slammed her foot into his temple and he dropped. Eren drew her pistol and aimed it at Viper. Eren had always done best on her own. She wasn't going to reduce herself to bring some demonic lawyer's pet human. She would not rely on Nuul. The man returned to consciousness quickly, eyes glowing yellow a moment. "Tell me all that you know if you want to live," Eren said. "O-okay, fine. Just please let the nightmares end," Viper said. Eren knew she had limited time. If Nuul could defeat the dollhunter, that would be great. But if the dollhunter managed to escape, he could come across Eren. As she was, there was no way she could face a dollhunter. Hell, Viper could have killed her had he any skill to match his supernatural strength. "Where can I find him?" Eren said. "At this pub, the Alabastor Python. The bartender keeps an extra room for us. That's where I report my goings about,and where Mr. White, where he...where he..." Viper looked at his hands. "Where he made me a god," Viper said, suddenly grinning. "Speaking of which, what are you?" Eren said. "The future," Viper said, before standing up. "Don't move or I will blow your fucking brains out," Eren said, cold and calm. Viper began laughing, then stepped toward Eren. Eren fired into the man's skull, and he collapsed. "...well, I have a location," Eren sighed, climbing back through her window. "The trail's not cold yet..."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback After a long time of staying in cover and observing the beams that the Doll launched, Gehrman came to a conclusion: the doll was stalling him, for reasons unknown. It came apparent in the entity's never-ending barrage of attacks, and also at the fact the demon didn't do anything else but stay vigilant towards the door, even though it could have retreated or advanced if it wanted to. Gehrman realized he had to act now, or whatever the doll was planning would come to fruition, and looking at his opponent, he imagined it wasn't anything that could benefit humanity in any form. He relocked his Nail Driver and placed his bandaged hand over it for a moment as he inspected it. This may only have the slightest chance of succeeding, but it is one I must take! Fortune favors the bold, and the Eye of Infinity watches those who see with clarity. With conviction in his heart, he charged forward, using the large weapon as a shield, hoping it would protect him long enough for him to get into close proximity to the doll. He actually succeeded in dodging some of the beams that were shot at him purely due to the trained reflexes he's attained over years of combat against otherworldly creatures like these. However, he knew his weapon would become soon broken by all the blasts it now absorbed, and so he took a jump towards the living room. It was there when he heard a loud gunshot coming from the backyard. Gehrman thought that whatever the Doll was trying to hide must be there, and so he jumped out the window and headed there. He found the still warm corpse of a man, and cursed his lateness. He shouted: "Curse you! As a vanquisher of dolls, I will exact justice upon you!"</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol was about one foot into the house when he heard Gehrman scream. As soon as he heard the shout, Shane ran into the house, armed with his Peerless Nail. He looked around, pointing his Nail Gun at any corner he'd turn when he was in the house, only to find nothing. As soon as he noticed something in the window, he realized whatever made the noise was in the yard. Gambol walked out of the house and to the backyard. As he made it there, he saw Gehrman. He had recalled that the shout said something about him being a vanquisher of dolls and put his Nail Gun away. He gagged upon seeing the corpse. He composed himself and spoke up to Gehrman. "So... I guess a Doll did this to him, huh?" Gambol asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s>
<\|description\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" Gender: F Appearance: "Has an Outsider come to play?" Personality: Transient Princess -- alternatively referring to herself as "The White Queen" -- has a personality that befits royalty. She does not speak with meekness, and she is set in her ways, as a result. Her Master she refers to as "Alice" regardless of gender, and she only speaks in pronouns of "We" as if referring to a kingdom when in the presence of any other than the one she is contracted to. She is kinder than her older sister -- "The Red Queen" or otherwise known as the Ethereal Princess, and can even display childlike tendencies such as "playing" with the "Outsiders" (read: other Doll Masters/Dolls). Her anger is rare to incur, but when incurred, dares for a war in the name of honor and of treason for insulting her. It's easier to say that she's a brat when she's angry, and a quirky "older sister" any other time. Don't worry, she doesn't want someone's head chopped off -- that's the job of her older sister. Abilities: - The Army of White \| The White Queen is capable of creating sentinels out of chess pieces that follow her orders, scaled in power in terms to the ranking and capabilities that they have in normal chess games. + The King - Can only move if there are no other Sentinels out [The White Queen herself does not count as a Sentinel, therefore is excluded from this rule]; Acts as a "revival" station to bring back fallen Pieces. Only one can exist at a time. + The Queen - [The White Queen herself. A fast and hard hitter. However, she is fragile. She is capable of being healed by standing by the side of The King Sentinel, but cannot be "revived", should she die.] + The Rooks - Durable "shields" to take hits. Only two can exist at a time. They are generally large castle-like structures that are capable of moving through the usage of marble spider-like legs. + The Bishops - Loyal marble steeds that enable transportation for whoever The White Queen deems worthy of allowing the ability to mount them. Only two may exist a time. + The Knights - Very slow. They make up for it by being heavily armored and powerful Sentinels. Only two may exist at a time. They are generally armed with broadswords and shields. + The Pawns - Footsoldiers that aren't terribly powerful or strong. Should a Sentinel of higher value fall, they may choose to sacrifice themselves to The King in order to become a Rook, Bishop, or Knight in order to replace the one that fell in battle. Eight of these Pieces may exist at any point in time. They are notable armed with pikes or general polearms. \| - Save The Queen \| The White Queen is capable of instantaneously switching herself with any Piece that is summoned that is not a Pawn, leaving the Piece in her place and her where the Piece originally was. \| - Save The King \| The White Queen is capable of instantaneously switching herself with her Doll Master so long as s/he is within her peripheral vision. This performs the same function as Save The Queen, only she is the only available candidate to switch with. \| Weapons: Royalty and Regalia - The White Queen is armed with a scepter [Royalty] whose top is shaped in the form of a snowflake with sharpened edges and a large, marble rod [Regalia] that stands two feet taller than her. The former is capable of taking on a "storage" form of a snowflake-hairpin within the confines of her hair, whilst the latter "stores" itself as a marble needle that she pins into her dress. Anything that the scepter hits suffers from being "marked" by her, ensuring that her Pieces stay aggressive on the target until they are destroyed or their target is defeated. Meanwhile, the rod serves the purpose of being unbreakable despite being made of marble. Misc: She's really good at knitting. She also believes that "six impossible things can occur in a single day", and you will witness it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "My, my, what do we have here?" Nuul said. Her voice seemed to come from empty air, but there was no trace of her in the room. Suddenly, the air seemed to fracture above the chair in which Eren was hiding behind. A large rift from the floor to the ceiling opened in the air as the Pursuers surged through it, but they curled around and and twisted sideways, positioning themselves into what appeared to be a staircase. Nuul stepped out from the rift, descending the staircase made by the Pursuers. "Have we all forgotten our manners in this day and age?" Her Grimoire floated beside her, she didn't need it right now. As her feet touched the wooden floor, the Pursuers returned through the rift as it closed. "Surely we are all civilized beings, why all this commotion?" She said, as she sat down on the chair. "The master of the house is absent, what is it that you desire?" --- The Boy He nodded at the doll's answer, satisfied with what she said. He finished his bread and cheese, and his cat finished its sardines at the same time. He got up and dusted himself off and his cat meowed happily beside him. "It looks like we might still have some time." He said to the doll, his confidence returning. "Why don't we find somewhere to stay for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s>	<\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s>
<\|description\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Age: 27 Gender: Female Appearance: Dirty blonde hair kept in a messy ponytail, a quite nasty scar running over her left eye and the left side of her mouth (reaching from just above the eyebrow to almost the chin), her scarred eye is white and blind but her unscarred eye is hazel. Her body, or what's left of it, exists within the combined power armor / life support system that is her suit. She was of average height before being equipped with it, but now she's eight feet tall thanks to it. Weapon (up to six): The hydraulics that power her suit give her monstrous strength, enough to get into fistfights with even the larger aliens. There is a mount on her right arm where a minigun can be affixed, though this means she can't punch with it. Another mount allows a grenade launcher to be attached to the upper left of her back, allowing it to fire over her shoulder. Though not technically a weapon, her suit is outfitted with jump jets that, although they don't allow for the heavy machine to fly, allow for jumps that can place her on the roof of a two-story building. Similarly, while not actually a weapon, her cybernetics have taken advantage of her blinded eye to co-opt that optical nerve and link it to sensors on her suit, allowing her to see an array of information including details about her suit status and also various environmental and rangefinding details useful in a combat situation, i.e. ladar scans and toxicology / radiation warnings. Position on Infinity: Heavy weapons specialist, assists with the heavy lifting Reasons they joined The Infinity: Revenge for being mutilated and the deaths of many people that she cared about at the hands of the aliens. Bio: A career soldier, she was nearly killed with the rest of her unit in an alien attack. Initially expected to be bedridden for life, she was quick to volunteer for the experimental project to put critically injured soldiers back on the front lines by outfitting them with a super-heavy exoskeleton / life support system, and the invasive cybernetics required for them to interface with the suit as though it were their natural body. No longer able to survive outside of her suit or a similar cybernetic life support system, she has made it her mission to break the aliens into as many little pieces as possible, even if she has to do it with her (admittedly large and metal) bare hands.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was already awake when the message was rang through the intercom to be at the briefing room in fifteen minutes. She had been set straight to the job of a neural networks operation as soon as she boarded, someone else taking care of her belongings and storing them in her cabin. She nodded to herself as she continued guiding a maintenance arm toward one of the dropships in the hangar. She clicked on the 'mount' button on her screen, and then once it had confirmed the task as being completed, she clicked on the 'drain fuel' option. A warning voice began to speak into her ear. "Warning: The draining of fuel must be monitored by an engineer or a ne-" Emily spoke at the same time as the computer spoke to her. "Neural network operator bypass, authorization 'Whiskey-Bravo-Three-Nine-Five'." The computer made a clicking sound as it authorized the drain, and pooled dropship fuel back into the tanks. The dropship was currently not needed, so she was making sure that if it had an accident that no fuel leaked. There were other dropships she had drained, however she left one fueled in case of an emergency that required it. She locked her computer, which she was trained to remember to do. If someone were to access her computer, they would have a lot of power in the way of accessing databases. Most of the highly confidential stuff required a second authorization every time it was accessed, however there were still basic things that could be accessed or done. After locking, Emily took her Admin Deck and trotted down to the meeting area, where she sat in a chair at the very front, giving a salute to the Captain. She then logs into her Deck and is immediately greeted by several errors and things that people have messaged her about while she was logged off. Emily shakes her head to herself as she taps on her pad, going through everything.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) The earth-shaking sound of metal on metal footsteps warned of Jacqueline's arrival long before she came into sight. She had already been busy around the lower levels of the ship for some time, helping to move and install the large upright docking cradle that served as her necessary alternative to a bed. With her massive frame, there was no bunk that could fit her, and even if there was the regular diagnostics and maintenance required by her suit was most easily dealt with during a normal sleep cycle. Since such a thing couldn't fit into the crew quarters, a small section of the cargo hold had been cordoned off to function as her domicile. What it lacked in privacy it more than made up for in functionality, as the cargo hold was one of the relatively few places on the ship where she never had to worry about damaging the roof by raising her arms too high. When she arrived at the briefing room, she had to duck slightly to fit in through the doorway. Her suit's integrated helmet was inactive, revealing her heavily scarred face and messily tied-back hair. The suit itself was blocky and industrial looking in a way that only military hardware was, and combined with her size she almost looked like one of her parents was an actual tank. Looking around, her one good eye passed over the available seating to rest on some crates left in the corner—crates that looked sturdy enough that they wouldn't just crumple under her weight. Walking over, she eased herself into a sitting position, bringing her head to eye-level with the rest of the room's occupants. Drumming her fingers on her knee with one hand, she scrutinized the rest of the crew that had so far shown up.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian woke up with a new sense of enthusiasm, Staring at the metal wall infront of him he gotten off of his bed, and gotten ready for his new day saving lives, putting on a Khaki-colored Uniform with a Green Vest and Helmet which reminded him of a WWI Helmet in a way, he armed himself up with a Simple Pistol and some ammo. and a Medical Kit full of cool medical stuff, he was extremely excited and he could barely stop himself from exploding with happiness, he walk-runned out of the door to what he thinks is the Briefing room. he walked inside viewing a medium-sized room with a Table in the middle, and a person who looked more robot than man Sitting on a crate, just the view of her gave him goosebumps. he looked away from the person. she looked like she had a tank for a mother or something, he looked away and ignored her, he had more important things to do than stare at a robot, he stood with Enthusiasm and waited for briefing to happen</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred was already heading in the direction of the briefing room when the message rang out. His dropship had docked a few hours ago, and he had taken the time to unpack in his cabin. Back on duty after a 6-month medical leave, he hoped that his fresh energy and enthusiasm would match how rusty he was. A few days in the training complex on Earth gave Alfred a bit of his old edge back, but live combat would be needed to return to full capacity. He checked the map on his deck (similar to Emily's, but without administrative capabilities.) to ensure he was going the right way, before entering what should be the briefing room. The room was not small, but crates piled in the corners made it a little claustrophobic. The occupants were a varied bunch, not seeming to fit any description of a team. A small platform across from the door supported a scruffy man with multiple scars, who appeared slightly upset about something. "I'm sorry," Alfred said, with a polite, cultured tone. "I appear to have taken a wrong turn. Could any of you direct me to the briefing room?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian immediately answered the dude, Stepping forward to his direction he answered, his voice full of New-Enthusiasm, This is the briefing room I think!</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman's cold eyes watched the new crew as they poured into the briefing room. One of them who was carrying a medical kit, looked far too enthusiastic for Soloman's liking. One member asked if they where the briefing room was. "It's right here idiot!" He sneered distastefully. "It looks like we're all here. Good. We have just received a very basic mission. We need to transport ammo to an outpost in our base on Uranus." He gave the crew a stern look as to dare them to make a joke "Sadly our alien 'compadres' have taken several areas of Saturn and have heavy artillery," he pulled down a picture of the flight route "so to avoid being destroyed on your first mission, that does happen, we will stop on Jupiter where our a new military lab have devolved a device to make us travel past unseen, so we can safely land on Uranus. Sadly we may encounter an alien or two on Jupiter or Uranus so I expect you all of to have all your wepons on you at all times. If you don't and the aliens don't kill you I certainly will, and I'm not joking!" He knew one thing however, the neural networks manager would be into him, he protested when they were brought into his ship. Then again if he had his way a the female members of the crew would dress like french maids. "Any questions?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior The commander yelling made Brian flinch a bit, he turned away from the person he was talking to and listened. and frowned after hearing what his mission was, and that he was just going to sit down and wait in a space ship all day, He wanted to actually do something cool like Rescue soldiers from a POV camp or Lay siege to a city! but instead they were just being glorified cargo ships?. Brian Sighed. this was not what he signed up for.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack shifted her weight, causing the crate beneath her to creak in protest. When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice had a slightly synthetic edge to it that implied some level of cybernetic assistance to her voice, but even that couldn't mask the distinctive rasp that only a smoker's voice would have. "Experimental stealth tech on a high end warship, all for an ammo drop? There's either something more that we aren't being briefed on here, or else someone idiot in the brass thinks we're a freighter because this is some shit use of materiel if I've ever seen one. Though to be fair..." she looked around the room, her face the very picture of unimpressedness. "...I've seen forests that are less green than some of the faces here, they could probably do with a gimmie mission so they can decide if they'd rather run home or not before things get serious."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily let out a small huff. Ammo drops would mean little difference to her, probably only just a few extra scans to make sure that nothing had fallen out of place. However, the way the captain said they should have their weapons on them at all time made it sound like she would be going onto the ground with the troopers. A neural operator was senior crew on a ship, as they were the only members of the crew that could access remote control functions of many of the things of the ship. The senior operations officer could do that, too, but they never really had the time, and they were limited with what they could do. The captain could also do that, but it was obvious why a captain wouldn't be the one doing it. Emily grunts. Maybe the reason she could be going onto the ground was to monitor the dropoff of the ammunition, and edit the ship's inventory likewise with her Admin Deck. She shrugged. She'd need an escort if she was going to do that.</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred quickly sat in the closest chair as the captain began to speak, still slightly confused by the lack of professional atmosphere in the briefing room. The crew being briefed were arrayed at different points around the room, some even standing, with no attempt to even organize themselves by rank or position. The angry man at the front, apparently their captain, sounded a little drunk, and was yelling far more than necessary for the small space. After the captain finished his tirade, a heavily-scarred woman in a suit of heavy battle armor spoke up, raising a point about the absurdity of the mission. Alfred raised his hand, then stood and spoke when no-one acknowledged him. "I must agree, using a warship to carry cargo is less than effective. What limited space we have is mostly used to hold the dropships and our own supplies and ammunition. Perhaps you meant that we would be escorting a convoy or single cargo ship to its destination?" Sitting back down, the young technician officer wasn't sure if he preferred a yes or a no. Which is worse, an incompetent captain or an illogical mission?</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman smiled at the man who spoke up. "Right there!" He shouted "Right there is a model solider, who can guess what the rest of you where to dim to realise I didn't metion." He liked this kid, he was smart unlike most recruits he met. "Yes we are escorting a smaller convoy to our destination, Uranus. That's why I asked you all to bring your wepons. I wasn't lying about the gadgets though, we need to been unseen by the aliens on Saturn." He turned to the Medic "Listen son, that media it of yours may be used quite frequently on Uranus so, do you feel prepared to fight," he sternly frowned at him "and use it, at the same time!" He said at the same time to faze him a little. He slammed his hand on the desk "Well, do you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack rolled her eyes at the captain who was increasingly sounding like a wannabe Drill Sergeant. "Take it down a notch, Commander. If we need ground support or extraction, that's where I come in. Leave the medic somewhere safe, I can drag any injured personnel back to safety where we DON'T risk having a hole blown through the skull of our support staff. We have one medical officer from what I saw of the unit roster, if sparky there gets critically wounded there's not gonna be anyone to patch him up." Putting her hands on her knees, she rose to her full standing height. "Besides, we're still in Earth controlled space. Even if we DO run into hostiles, there's no way they'll have the numbers to pose a serious threat. We can just shell any exposed targets with the ship's guns, and we have enough ground firepower to dig them out of any bunkers they might somehow have set up. Unless there's some gaping hole in our intel, there's no reason to expect heavy resistance." She fixed Soloman with an unamused stare. "At least, nowhere near heavy enough to put support staff in the line of fire."</s>

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<\|description\|>Thomas Barnett Age: 21 Gender: Male Height: 6' 3" Eye Colours: Green and blue Gift: Can become "unnoticeable". If he wants, he can make it so that people do not "see" him, even though he is still completely visible. For example, if he slaps someone, they will notice him. Bio: Thomas was born to a relatively normal family in a relatively normal neighborhood. He grew up leading an uneventful life, until his eighteenth birthday, however. When he woke up, he looked in the mirror, and saw that one of his eyes had changed colour to blue. He thought it was just the light, or because he was tired. In school that day, though, he got angry at someone, and went to the toilets to calm down. Because of all of the attention he was getting, he didn't want to be noticed, and then people stopped noticing him, unless he interacted with them. At first, he thought this was a joke, but it kept happening, whenever he wanted it to. He has now been on the run for a few months because people have been following him.</s> <\|message\|>John Reynolds Blurred images of people running, muffled screams filling the air...the faint humming of a helicopter getting louder...getting closer. Looking back down at the ground...is that blood? Is that...my blood? John thought, a headache setting in as he moved to put his hands on the ground to push himself up. Suddenly an immense pain shot up his left arm, and John rolled onto his back and looked at his arm to see that it was broken. He slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position with one hand, looking over at the body of Nice. Blood had been pooling up beneath her, seeming to be pouring from her head. Oh shit...I hit her when I was thrown...her skull must have fractured when it hit the concrete. John thought as he stared at Nice's face in the puddle of blood...she almost looked asleep. John was soon snapped out of his trance when he heard and saw one of his shock batons hit the ground beside him, accompanied by Chris' rallying words. "Get up, John! You can still save them!" John offered no reply, and simply spat out blood before slowly rising to his feet. He took hold of his broken arm and shifted it back into place as best he could, grunting through his clenched teeth. A news helicopter had arrived on scene, which was doing a decent job of distracting Valkyr as she screamed up into the air. John picked up the shock baton that Chris had tossed at him, and put it away in his coat before picking up the other baton by Nice's body. "We've got to go...n-now! We won't be...a-any help...t-to these people if...if we're d-dead. We've got to...r-run...l-lead her away..." John tried to tell Chris as quickly as he could, before Valkyr could focus her attention back on the two of them. By now, this event was broadcasting live by the news helicopter, and sirens could be heard in the distance. John looked down the street and back at Chris. Valkyr then heard the sirens herself and snapped her head around to look dead at Chris and John. She growled menacingly as another set of vials raised out of the back of her suit, injecting the liquids they held into her body once more. "F-Fucking hell! W-We...n-need to go...N-NOW!" John shouted as he turned to run away, holding his broken arm with his good arm almost as if he was carrying a football. Once Valkyr's fresh set of vials had been ejected and fell to the ground, she released a bloodcurdling shriek. Whatever humanity she still had was now completely gone from her, as she continued to growl like she was some wolf defending her claim over a fresh kill.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson Chris saw the remains of the girl's body a moment after John. She looked peaceful, pleased almost - a thin smile tugged at the corners of her still lips. He wondered, idly, what she had been feeling when he died, if she had been afraid, or sad, or if she had suffered long. He wasn't accustomed to not knowing, and now it seemed like he'd never have cause to be. For a moment, Chris glanced between the news chopper, the monster, and the girl's dead body on the ground. "...Right. Run. Run sounds good." Squinting from the helicopter's lights, Chris took off down the street, trusting that John would be following behind. "Follow me, I know a place where we can hide!" Without turning to see if the hunter had obeyed his directions, Chris turned into an alleyway. The place he had in mind wasn't far, but the path was long and twisting - with any luck, they'd lose the monster in the turns. And, failing that, at least the place was always empty - if he and the hunter couldn't shake their pursuers, at least nobody else would die.</s> <\|message\|>Miller Anderson Miller Anderson Becoming wide eyed and awed at the immense place at what he thought would be a dump, he whistles then says, "Wow, you really struck it big, this place is sweet. with a grin, he quickly set off to explore the area, he set off right before Cole could explain the area but Miller was enthralled by the place and quickly found one of the bedrooms. Placing his backpack down, and just admiring the place, he quickly took a change of clothes since his old ones were sweaty. Putting on his new clothes, he left the bedroom and looked around. He still couldn't believe the size of this suite, the Bathroom was nice, the Kitchen was huge, but what took him by surprise was the living room, it was sweet. Stumbling upon the Pool, on impulse he decided that he'd want to take a quick dip, removing his clothes to reveal hard rock abs... No who am I kidding he doesn't have any. Running back to his room, he luckily had boxers that were fit for swimming and he changed again and ran back to the pool and jumped it, yelling "CANNONBALL!"</s> <\|message\|>Cole Harland Cole had finished his last drink, the fourth, and was now sitting in the kitchen trying to determine his next course of action. Of course while this was going on he heard Miller yell, ""CANNONBALL!" from downstairs. That triggered a memory of Cole's last time here. What was happening now was almost exactly like last time. The only difference was Cole wasn't drinking the first time. Well at least not for the same reason. His memory reminded him of the youngest in the group, Alex. Alex was a lot like Miller, the only difference was that Alex knew when to shut up. Still so far Miller has proven to be an alright guy. His last group even had someone like Naddy...no, no one was like Josie. Cole tried hard to forget the memory of her. It was too painful to revisit, not after what happened. Cole got up from his seat in the kitchen and headed downstairs. Once he was near the pool Cole didn't wait for Miller's undivided attention he simply yelled, "Hurry up, we got a meeting in the living room real soon!". Cole headed back upstairs and sat back on the couch. He didn't waste time and immediately handed Naddy one of the 1911s. "Just incase", was all he said before grabbing the remote and turning the tv to the news. What he saw wasn't good news. There was...something terrorizing the nearby town. What it was exactly Cole had no clue but it wasn't the first time he saw something like this. The Hunters had used gifted before in strange experiments but it was the first time he'd seen one actually completed. From the looks of it that thing was pursuing Gifted no doubt. The problem was what course of action should be taken. Cole wanted to help as many Gifted as he could but that thing...was there even stopping that thing?</s> <\|message\|>Natalia "Naddy" Neapein Naddy looked over to Miller as he seemed quite excited. She was more excited by the prospect of having a comfortable bed at this moment. Getting up she removed her coat, her tank top showing all the tattoos down her arms, as well as the ones on her lower back and even comingup the the back of her neck. She fallowed Cole over to the kitchen and opened a cupboard pulling out a glass as she moved the fridge getting some ice. After that she moved over looking and finding the Bourbon. Pouring her self a glass she lifted it up to her mouth and took a sip of it. Smiling she felt that golden brown liquid flowing down her throat with that little tickle of a burn. "Now that is refreshing" She set down her glass sighing as she was able to relax for the first time in what seemed like months. She closed her eyes as she was taking sips of her drink. As she stood there a handgun was handed out to her her. With out even looking she grabbed it, dropping the clip she pulled the slide back and looked forward raising it up as she pulled the trigger. It clicked but since there were now rounds that was all it did as the slide locked back. "Nice, smooth action, quick response. You take care of your guns, the hammer is a little slow on the response." She released the slide lock as it slid forward and she pushed that magazine back up into it's home as she reached back pushing it into the back of her pants. "A holster would be nice" She added grabbing her coat and her drink heading into the living room after hearing cole talking about a meeting. She draped her coat over the back of the couch as she sat down leaning back into the nook of it and took another sip of her drink.</s> <\|message\|>John Reynolds John followed Chris as the two made their escape, running into the alleyway as the sirens got louder. You could hear the screech of tires, followed closely by the opening and slamming of car doors. There was a moment of shouting, accompanied by the whirring blades of the orbiting news helicopter. A ferocious scream then broke through the air as if the shouting of men and the whirring of the helicopter had only been little more than crickets chirping, capable of belonging to no one other than Valkyr herself. John slowed down and turned to look behind him as Valkyr pounced on an officer, beating his head into the pavement as a shock baton rolled out of his now lifeless hand. The other authorities reached for their sidearms, but Valkyr had already taken the one from the officer she had just killed and began to fire on the other men. Twelve gunshot rapidly rang through the air as four men fell to the ground, dead. The surviving officers took cover being the cars they had arrived in, and Valkyr began to look around frantically. She was doing something...she had an objective...but what? She growled almost as if out of pain, struggling to remember the man with the two shock batons. That was it! She was after him...but where did he go? Valkyr then looked down the alley way and saw a blur of movement disappear around the corner, taking it as a sign of her prey she then bolted off down the alley while the officers began to open fire on her from behind. Meanwhile, John had returned to running after Chris as fast as he could, grunting with every other step as he felt a throbbing pain in his broken arm.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson Chris felt all of it. The cracking, the tearing, the crying and the dying and the fear, pungent and mortal, all of it burst into his head as the men were torn apart by the monster. He screamed, fell to his knees, clutched his head with tears streaming from his eyes. One man was afraid when she tore at his throat, afraid to die - another was sad, very sad, because he had never seen the Eiffel Tower. One was guilty, because his son wouldn't be able to sleep without someone to read him bedtime stories. These feelings, these images, were the last things that would ever pass through the minds of those men - and now Chris would forevermore be the keeper of their dying days. He struggled to his feet and kept running, trying to shut out the pain as he had tried so often to before. It was a losing battle, but he could at least ignore it for now. Most days, he hated ignoring other people's pain; it felt selfish, irresponsible. But he needed to focus now - he needed to get to the stash of supplies he'd hidden, the little place he'd carved for himself during his short time in this city. There, he could think, he could rest, and the creature wouldn't be able to kill any more innocents. He was, of course, quite certain the place would be empty. Who ever went to train stations these days?</s>	<\|message\|>Thomas Barnett Thomas heard Lucky tell him to help up Lilith, and he extended his had to pull her up. Thomas looked into her eyes, and stared. She looked so pretty, and he wanted to tell her that. He wished that he could, but he hadn't spoken to anyone in so long, and he had barely spoken to people to begin with. Maybe she felt the same way about him, and she could ask him out. Thomas hoped that his staring wasn't too creepy.</s>
<\|description\|>Lilith B. Smith Age Twenty-One Gender Female Height 5'6 Eye Colours Jade Green & Maroon Red Gift Lilith has a way with plants and animals. Making plants grow out of the earth, and willing them to curl or elongate. She makes animals attack things, or obey her whims. If she does too much of this manipulation, she can get anything from a minor headache to a bloody coughing fit. History Lilith grew up with two very normal parents, and a very normal sister. She was treated like any other child, with lots of friends and a happy school life. She heard stories about people with two different colored eyes called the "Gifted", and was told by her parents to stay away from them, just as she was told to stay away from men in white vans with offerings of candy. It was commen sense to her, and she believed that she would never become one of those bad guys Her parents talked about. On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she awoke to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and ran as fast as she could to get to it. She saw her mother handling eggs, her sister spraying down the waffle iron, and her father sitting in his sweats, reading the paper. All was normal, Lilith thought. Her father put down his paper and looked at his daughter, smiling. "Morning birthday g-" Her father cut off in the middle of his sentence, looking dumbfounded. Lilith frowned, turning to her mother. "Mom, is dad okay?" She asked, and her father started to stutter. "Honey, her eyes, l-look at her eyes." Her mother turned around almost instantly, and when she did, she became panicked. "Oh, oh no." She muttered, and she rushed towards Lilith, giving her a hug. In her ear, Lilith's mother whispered, "Lilith, you need to go. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Her mother sobbed, and pushed Lilith away. Lilith was confused. Everything was crumbling around her. She didn't know what was wrong, her parents were acting crazy and her sister wouldn't look at her. "What do you mean I have to go? This is crazy! Are you guys kidding me? What's wrong with my eyes dad?" Her mother frowned, and handed her her compact. Lilith flipped it open and gasped. Her eyes....they were two different colors. She started to hyperventilate, and clutched her chest, dropping the small compact. Her vision got blurry, and soon she fell to the floor, unconscious. Lilith didn't know how long it took her to wake up, but she found herself in an unknown area, with a severe headache and no sense of direction. Next to her was a backpack, and on top of it was a note. It was her father's large print, This is for the best. Don't stay in one place, sincerest apologies, Dad. Lilith felt like crying, but if she really was one of the "Gifted", she was a criminal. And criminals had to run, whether they wanted to or not. That was how Lilith started to run, and she's not sure if she'll ever stop.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Jackson A monster. Betrayed, hunted, squeezing red ragged rips, running, can't kill it can't kill it can't kill it. The fear cracked into Chris's mind like a lightning bolt. Something was very, very wrong nearby. That was when he turned to see the bandaged man (now sans-bandage) sprinting towards him. On his tail was someone or something else, a woman in a red and black bodysuit, a collar around her neck. Another Gifted, he thought. One they'd made a slave of. "Go! Gogogogogo! NOW! Run! There's a fucking MONSTER after me!" "GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!" Now it was starting to make sense. The bandaged man was a hunter, or worked for hunters, and he'd known this thing was coming, or maybe he hadn't but he'd known something, and he knew that Chris and the girl were in danger. That's why he did what he did, but now he was in danger. The monster had hurt him, that much was clear from his pain and the dripping red holes in his arms. It would kill him if it could, and then the girl, and then Chris, and maybe other people too. Innocent people. All of these thoughts flashed through Chris's mind in the fraction of an instant it took the man's frantic pace to reach his position. Fortunately, his next action required no thought. None at all. With one hand he flung the scarf and glasses from his face and dropped them to the ground, along with his bag and guitar case. He took off running, running towards the monster, and slammed his shoulder into it from the side. "Go! Run! Get out of here, get away from the library, there are people in there!"</s> <\|message\|>Lucky Newman Lucky Newman Lucky smirked hearing where Thomas was from, though he was right about the putting on the accent that area. It was easier to get people to talk to people if you sounded like them. Though it was hard to fit in now, being Gifted stopped all chances of being normal and interacting with others. Though it was nice to be able to talk to someone like yourself, so talking to Thomas was nice. He didn't feel so alone but at the same time he was waiting for the knife in the back. It was a constant struggle in his head, he wanted to trust but the past betrayal was hard to get over. So simply put, he was on the fence about trusting. "I'm from Prince Edward Island, Canada." He said before chuckling softly before continuing, "If you heard my natural accent you would think I was someone fresh off the boat from Ireland or Scotland." He said with a smile remembering how heavy his accent was when he first was on the run, people thought he was from the old country. But he needed to blend in, that was when he met Siri.... He quickly shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He looked out the door of the old rail car when he noticed movement. "Be ready to make yourself unnoticeable Tom." He said lowly as he continued to look out for danger. As he watched a girl suddenly popped up from behind some old train parts, "Hi...I'm Lilith." The girl said with a slight smile on her lips. Lucky locked his eyes on her and stood still for a moment before jumping down from the old rail car. He could see that she was Gifted by her Jade and Maroon eyes, though he was going to be careful like he was with Thomas. He made his body rigid as he watched Lilith for a moment, he had to wonder if she was hunter. But as he watched her he noticed that her hair was wind blown and that she was slightly dirty, so she was mostly likely not a hunter as hunters were usually clean. "I'm Lucky." He said with a slight tension in voice but he didn't sound as threatening as he did with Thomas earlier. "You thirsty or hungry?" He asked though he was still weary of the new comer. He was glad to see another Gifted, but he was realizing that he was rusty in his communication skills. Damn you Siri! He thought as he held an arm out ushering Lilith to the old rail car that would give them some cover, for now at least. Maybe they could plan what to do next or in the very least get to know each other. But Lucky was waiting for the ax to drop and his luck run out.</s> <\|message\|>Cole Harland After exiting The Suite, Cole sat in the driver's seat of his car. This time there was music, only silence as he sat there trying to decide whether he was doing the right thing. Last time he tried something like this...it didn't end well. It seemed as though being around Cole was bad for people's health. The more he thought about it the more the memories of those he'd lost came back to him. It got to a point where it was too much and Cole punched the car stereo causing the display to crack and the dial to pop out again. Cole sighed as he sat back in his seat. "..What are you doing?". There was a silence as he rubbed his forehead, the pain in his knuckles had begun to fade but was still throbbing somewhat. That was when it happened, all those memories of his old friends came once again but this time instead of agony Cole felt a growing rage which added to the already existing pool of anger he had within him. The Hunters would pay for what they did to his friends, what they do to all Gifted. Starting now his crusade would begin, and those two down in The Suite would be the first out of many other gifted he'd recruit to exact revenge on those who oppressed his kin. "I don't usually let you out...but I cam tell it won't matter soon", of course Cole wasn't talking to himself. Technically he was but now it was a different being all together. Exiting the car Cole went to the back and opened up the trunk, inside was the same dufflebag from the gas station but instead of opening it he took it out with him along with one other bag which was for clothes. Once he was back inside The Suite he laid his clothes bag on hos bed and laid the duffle bag on the living room coffee table. Opening it revealed that it's contents were more than just money, inside were two Remington Colt 1911 R1 pistols and a G36C Assault Rifle. Cole laid the 1911s on the table but took the G36C with him to his room. Once inside the room he placed his rifle by the nightstand and headed back into the living room. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv.</s>	<\|message\|>Lilith B. Smith Lilith looked at Lucky, her eyes widening. The offer of food and water made her lip quiver. The offer of shelter and company made her want to cry. She was so desperate for a place to stay, for people she could actually become friends with. So Lilith approached the train car without a second thought, she stood only a couple of steps away from Lucky now. If Lucky looked close enough, he would realize that Lilith's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, her hair was disheveled, and her body was cleansed roughly, as though she had very little time to get clean. "T-thank you. That's very generous. I think I'll take you up on that offer." She understood this was generosity, and that he was offering it because she was desperate. Still though, she managed a bold smile, and reached out her hand. "What's your gift? We might as well exchange them, since we're going to be sitting in a train car for who knows how long." Her voice was a bis stronger although it was rough as if it hadn't been used often. She offered a hand to Lucky, and then peered around him, at the other stranger. She pressed her lips together and frowned. "Um hi to you too. How are you?" She asked, glancing between Lucky and the man who hadn't spoken yet.</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross The sound of a gunshot rang in the air, and not long after, another followed it, causing Irene to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Gunshots weren't so common anymore. In the beginning, it had been hard to sleep at night because there had been so many, but now, with the world nearly empty, it seemed, it became more and more of a surprise to hear them at all. It sounded like it came from...the highway, perhaps? The young woman, who'd been sitting on the roof of her quiet little haven of a house for the past hour, got up and climbed down. Although she considered it important to relax at a time like this, there were things that needed to be done: she needed to pull some weeds, check for pests and disease on her precious veggies, see if dinner had gotten caught in one of her snares. And maybe it would be necessary to complement her cactus fence with some nice, deep pitfalls with something sharp or hot at the bottom. There had been no major incidents with infected before, but better safe than sorry, reasoned Irene. The veggie garden was coming along nicely, but soon it would probably need some compost. The herb garden...was a little more weedy, but that was easily fixed. Everything seemed in place. Perfect. Irene wiped her hands on her filthy apron and checked to see that her glass knife was on her before carefully, quietly sliding open her gate. This was always the chore she dreaded the most, because while it wasn't very likely they could break into her little establishment, they might pick her off easy out here. She ran back and picked up her garden shovel. It was good and heavy, something that could easily bash out the rotten brains of an infected.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would wait for the alarm to stop inside the trailer, in his lap as he waits his shotgun. He sits watching the door, he can hear the infected outside. "How long can that alarm go for?" He would say in a muffled voice. "It's weak so the battery should die sooner or later but still! I mean how many cars still even are in decent enough condition to do anything like that! And I hit the one car that still has a working alarm! I mean...What the hell?!" A thud from an infected could be heard from the side of the trailer. "Shut up corpse I'm busy thinking!" It would thud again. Hunter would speak under his breath "Even when the dying car alarm stops the infected may not leave for days, I don't have days worth of food left." He'd look at his shotgun. "I may have enough shells to fight my way out? But if more come then I may use all my ammo trying to get off this thing." He'd look at the gun again "But it wouldn't be the first time I had to survive with out bullets, you can survive with out bullets, can't survive with out food." Hunter would stand up loading his gun and slinging his bag and rifle. He would creep out the opening int he roof of the trailer and look around to see maybe 20+ infected. "Well then...More then I thought." Most the infected were rotted pretty well, Mostly older ones. He would jump onto a near by car to soften his landing, But as soon as he lands the roof of it caves in and he falls though. "...crap...Next time...I hit the road..." He would turn his head and see an infected pinned under him in the car. "CRAP!" Hunter would fire the shotgun into the head of the infected, the slug running through the car into the road. He would look around and see the rest of the infected drawn to his gun. "...Note to self, get quieter gun." He would start running down the highway, sometimes having to dodge the infected that would try to cut him off. Their were more then 20, maybe more then 30, maybe more then 40 even. Hunter was keeping pace, his training int he national guard kicked in, He kept pace weapon in hand and keeping his thoughts strait. Though he would get tired, Every human does. When out running infected it wasn't that bad, But Runners...Too many from this pack were runners, Out-running them wasn't an option. Hunter stopped and braced his feet aiming his shotgun. He'd fire one slug at a time dropping each infected as it came close. Click click, BANG, Click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG! This would work for a while, but he had to reload sooner or later. And the gun was loud, His ears were already ringing, and more infected would be here soon, Every thing with ears fore miles could hear that gun. So he stops shooting and keeps running, He would run off an exit ramp and do what he could to keep pace, But hunter wasn't in the same condition he was in when he went AWOL, he has eaten less, He didn't exercise anymore, He did cardio but that wasn't enough, He was weak compared to his old self.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross The sound of yet more blasts made the bluebird and the squirrel struggle in their snares before Irene snatched them up and broke their necks with a flick of the wrists. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath as she salvaged the cordage and placed the still-warm animals in her pocket. A soft rustle in the bushes nearby announced the presence of an infected--apparently downwind of her--and she scrambled for the shovel, which she'd put on the ground to attend to the traps. A spray of foul, aged blood spattered the scrub oak when she swung the heavy tool into the creature's soft, festering abdomen. Time to run, now. Irene took off. The weight of her shovel, combined with her unfortunate lack of cardiovascular endurance, slowed her. She could hear a whole horde farther off, and prayed they couldn't hear her breathing. She hopped the gate rather than opening it, set the shovel against her wall, and went inside her house. It was time to do what she did best: Stand her ground. She grabbed all of the glass points she'd made and hafted onto twigs as spears. She couldn't throw very well, but if any followed her and got close, they'd be much more precise than her shovel. Irene went back outside and leaned on the wall. She doubted whoever set off the gun was still alive, but it occurred to her that perhaps she would have to fight them as well. That would be the hard part: Infected are vicious, but stupid. Real people? They're cunning.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe After running for a while Hunters foot landed in a pot hole, his ankle twisting. He would fall with a scream dropping his shotgun, it then going off and landing out of reach. "Dammit!" Hunter would try to stand to grab the gun but fall from his damaged ankle. "Crap...Crap crap CRAP!" The nearest runners would be upon him, he would turn and fire his M1911 into the closest one. he would turn and fire into the next one dropping it, he would turn and fire two shots at the last one, the first missing the next hitting it in the head, the close runners would all be dead. "Dammit, too much noise, way to much noise." Hunter would stand with a limp and grab the shotgun trying to keep balance. After limping for a short way his eye sight would start to fail him, he was passing out. "Not that hurt...Blood loss?" He would look at his ankle and see what looked to be glass crammed into his leg. "Crap...Need to find rest." The screams of the infected were close, Too close. "Suburbs, only way I can hold out for the night, or the week. Huh, decided to fight so I wouldn't starve, Now I'm likely to starve because I can't walk." Hunter would limp down the street, Moving from cover to cover, avoiding the sight of the infected. "How could I be so stupid!" he would say under his breath. "After that first shot I should have ran back into the trailer, or waited till morning in the first place." Hunter would sneak his way into a yard of a fairly maintained house, It seems safe enough to hold out for a night or two, or a week. Hunter would limp with the shotgun still in hand, Though too weak to hold it up correctly, it sages facing the ground being held with one hand, The other holding his injured leg. His hearing almost gone, his eye sight almost completely blacked out, his strength failing, he keeps trying for the door. He would walk up to the door but pass out before he could enter it. Before he passes out completely he just hopes that none of the infected are smart enough to make there way into the yard.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross About half an hour passed in which Irene simply stood still, two spears at the ready, waiting to drive glass through softly rotting ribcages. Although she could hear groans nearby, however, it never happened. Maybe the wall of cacti confused them. Maybe--hey! Was that what she thought it was? She put one spear aside and prepared to thrust the other into the infected's spine. She drew her back and...dropped the spear. That wasn't an infected, it was a normal human being! How did this asshole get into her property? Irene knelt beside the man and put a couple fingers against the carotid artery. Pulse was slow, as was to be expected for an unconscious person, but strong enough that she didn't see any reason for concern. But then...maybe she could just throw him out. Pick his pockets for things she could use and leave him as bait to draw the infected away from her house. She didn't exactly have a wealth of resources to even keep herself alive. Then she remembered, for some stupid reason, her childhood. How her parents had left her to fend for herself while they shot up drugs, how lonely she felt even in their presence. She had hoped fiercely that no one else would have to endure that. That no one would ever have to deal with the pain of being abandoned and left to die because of someone else's selfishness. Irene sighed. It won't be permanent. She dragged the man inside her small house and onto the couch, grunting. He was muscly, and muscle was heavy. If not for her experience lifting bins of compost and whatnot, she probably wouldn't have been able to move him. After a cursory check for injuries, she realized the stranger's ankle was swollen. With a reluctant huff, she moved to grab her medical supplies, grabbed some bandage and a cream that was supposed to reduce swelling, and tended to the injury.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe After being passed out for who knows how long Hunter would start to wake, His leg was bandaged, his gear was out of sight, He was unarmed, and in a strange location. Did he make it inside? Did he settle down? No no that can't be the case, even if that was the case he would have left his side arm close by. He would stand, his leg still hurting. He started walking around, wondering what he may find. Maybe a person? Maybe people? Maybe Cannibals?! Wouldn't be the first time, First they help you, then they get you to trust them, they they cut you into tiny pieces then eat you. No, not again, not going to get eaten by some cannibal who tries to steal MY gear, eat MY flesh, Who ever they are they messed with the wrong person.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross By now the sun was starting to set, and Irene had gone back outside. She plucked some of her herbs so that it could go along nicely with the meat she'd caught, yawned, and went back inside to prepare the small animals. Irene froze. The couch was empty. I should have tied him up. Why in the hell did I not tie him up? She checked for her knife. Yep, it was still there. It crossed her mind that she might have just let a depraved psychopath into her home, and she groaned softly, wondering why she had bothered showing any humanity. "Have fun making that ankle of yours worse, idiot," she called, and slipped into the kitchen. With nervous glances behind her, she beheaded the bird and the squirrel, plucked the bird, and skinned the squirrel. The faint smell of blood wafted out of the kitchen.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would be in the kitchen holding a knife he found. "I'll let you know when I start having fun. But until then I'd like some answers." Hunter would notice the blood all over the women. Too fresh to be from an infected, Was it his? Only she would know. "What's with the blood? And I should mention, I have been in worse situations, armed with nothing but my smarts and my fist. So we can talk this out or we shall land in the knife fight of our lives." Hunter tried to keep a calm face, even with his military training he was still weak from blood loss. He was armed with a knife and for all he knew this person had a gun behind her back, maybe even his gun. Hunter would do a small laugh at the thought of getting shot with his own gun.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross "Oh, I guess you didn't notice that I just chopped the heads off my dinner," she said. "Oh, and two days ago...I think it was two days ago. A rabid dog was trying to get into my damn yard, so I had to bash it to hell. So that's where the majority of the blood came from." She held up her own knife, a transparent one that glinted in the fading light, and started to gut the squirrel. "Put that thing away. I'm trying to cook."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene caught some vibes like he'd caught this guy off guard. Good. She smirked slightly as she ignited some gas and heated up some oil. "I don't know where your weapons are. You're in my damn house because I found you laying in my yard. I'm just some delinquent who got out of trouble when the zombies came out. I helped you because..." Wow, that was a good question. She ended up just shrugging and laughed a little. "Because my stupid conscience made me. But I'm starting to regret it. That dumb ol' conscience, you know? It'll get you every time."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe "...ya, I guess it will." Hunter would set down the knife, He tried to recall what happened before he passed out, His memory is hazy after he landed in the pot hole. He still had his holster so more then likely he dropped his handgun when he tried to defend himself. His rifle should have been on his back though? Could he have dropped that too? Hunter would look out the window. "Too dark to go outside." And the fact his ankle was still in too poor condition to walk on. But he didn't like the idea of being unarmed. But this did seem like the first person in a while that didn't try to kill him. "So what's your name?" Hunter would ask still trying to sound like he's in control of the situation.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Irene," she said, not bothering to look up at the much-taller man now. Instead she just stirred around the chunks of squirrel and added the bird and herbs. "Yours?" She casually took the knife the moment he put it down and examined it at the same time she stirred the meat. It was heavier than her own. She put it back. "I have a tank of rainwater out back," she said, pointing to a metal bucket. "Go get some if you want any with your dinner."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter realizes he is not really in control of the situation, he decides to cooperate but still keeping his guard up. "Hunter...That's my name." He would look at the rain collector outside. "Water would be nice. Thanks." Hunter would walk out back into the yard. As he was collecting the water he would see the glimpse of a metallic object near the edge of the yard. He would walk up to it and see the shotgun resting on the ground. "Well theirs one." He would grab some water then go over and grab the shotgun. He would walk inside with a limp still and walk over the the couch, he would start to take apart the gun and attempt to clean it from the inside out. He would start talking under his breath. "So what if this is the first person that hasn't tried to kill you in forever, you still have a mission to finish, She's out their, and you have to find her." He would reassemble the shotgun and pump it.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She got out a couple of plates and scraped the food onto each one. Grabbing a couple of forks, she put the slightly dirtier plate on the coffee table, then sat with her own food at the table. She scooped some water straight from the bucket into an aluminum water bottle, took a long gulp, and started to eat like a starved dog. As she did so, however, she eyed the shotgun nervously. A shotgun would definitely win against a piece of sharpened glass, and Irene found herself hoping that this Hunter guy didn't have much ammo left. Don't show any fear. She looked back to her plate and skewered a stringy chunk of bluebird on her fork. She should be killing a deer soon. She had a surprisingly good supply of salt, and it would last her through desperate times. Irene drooled a little. Venison sounded great at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would notice Irene staring at the shotgun. "Don't worry it's not for you. I still need to get my supplies, then after I find them I'll be waiting for my ankle to heal so I can start heading to Tensions Peak." Hunter would put the three shotgun shells on the table and set the gun leaning on the couch. "Thanks for the food." Hunter would take a few bits of the food, tasting it carefully, making sure it wasn't poisoned or anything. After a couple bits he was satisfied. "Thanks again for the food."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Hmm," she muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. "No problem. If you're not gonna finish that, I'll take it." She burped softly after finishing her food. "So I heard you muttering a little from the kitchen. If you're off your rocker, you can get out. I don't need a crazy person in my house."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would laugh a bit "Crazy? Me? Na, I just think out loud, Happens when you spend a lot of time on the road" Hunter would hand over the plate. "So how long have you been here? The place seems really well set up." Hunter would stand looking out the front window.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James looked across the row of gardens. They were a mess, with fences torn down, plant beds overflowing with weeds, and grass rising as high as his knees. This was a problem, because to James they represented mini-jungles that were full of hiding places for the dead men to hide. He'd seen many people go that way, dragged by an unseen hand from under a car, or bitten by a set of teeth waiting behind a tree stump. But he had no choice. A dozen of the things had followed him since he left his safe spot in the loft of Old Man Cowskie's house, down the end of the street. He'd tried to be subtle and stealthy about it, but the dead men noticed him anyway. They were slow though, real slow - so long as he kept going, he'd be okay. The problem was, the further he moved down the street, the more he encountered blocking his way. Turning off from the path, and into a garden, seemed like the best way to lose them. Now he wasn't so sure. At least if he tried to run through his pursuers, he had a good chance at outrunning them. With the gardens on the other hand, he might not see a hidden danger until it was too late. He became hesitant. He closed his eyes, as he often did in these situations, and focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. He opened his eyes, and was blessed with a calm but certain sense of direction. He couldn't go back, because though he could out run the dead, he'd draw more to him as he went, until eventually he'd have hundreds chasing after him. Eventually he'd have to stop, and then would find himself surrounded, no matter where he sought to hide. No. It had to be the gardens. Stepping over the low-lying picket fence, he entered the first of them. Immediately his feet landed on something hard, hidden in the grass. He took a step back, peered down and saw that it was a small fire truck. He couldn't remember the children who had lived here, and he didn't want to. He just hoped they were okay. Then there was a thump, off to James' right. He turned and raised the tyre iron, but wavered briefly. Sure enough, a small child, about six years old perhaps, in faded and tattered clothes stumbled towards him from an open patio. "Jesus," James uttered. He hadn't killed any dead men yet, and the prospect of striking down a dead child was somehow inconceivable. He moved on, vaulting a chest-height chain-linked fence and tumbled into the next garden. A barbecue sat in the middle of it, fighting back the weeds and the rust. James looked around, and noticed loads of picnic chairs that had been tossed and turned - and then he saw the pools of weeks old blood. Something bad had happened here, and he didn't want to find out what. He looked up ahead, and sized up the thick hedge that formed his next barrier.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I've been here since it started. The woman who lived here before was killed pretty much right off the bat, so I went ahead and took over her gardens. Lucky she had so many seeds and all." Irene took the plate and put it lazily in the no-longer-functioning sink. She looked briefly out of the window in an instinctive urge to follow the other person's gaze, before her higher brain stepped in and let her know that Hunter hadn't actually seen anything dangerous. Hopefully. "What about you? Did you just hit the road as soon as the shit hit the fan?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene. "Not really, I served in the national guard when things started to get bad. So for the first two weeks or so I stayed with my unit, Though after things got really bad, I went AWOL, and I went home to find my sister. Sadly she wasn't home...I'm going to an old camp ground we use to hang out at as kids to find her, WE said as kids if anything were to happen we would meet there." Hunter would walk away from the window. "So you've been alone this whole time? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She shrugged and nodded. "Something I've learned in the course of my life is that...no offense. People are shitty. You can't trust them. No matter how good you think they are, sooner or later they'll end up abandoning you because of their own motivations. So I thought, 'Why bother pretending to care for someone else if one of us will just leave the other dying in a gutter somewhere?'. And it's been...pretty good, so far." Her voice was tinged with a bitterness that she struggled to push away. "Good luck finding your sister, commando."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston The hedge was as tall as James, and thick. He hadn't considered something so simple to be so impossible. He had tried three times to grab hold of it and climb over, but each time he'd fallen back with two hands full of broken branches. He looked around, noting that the end of the garden backed up onto the wall of a neighbouring house. The constant raling of the chainlink fence behind him, reminded him that the little child was all too aware of his presence. James could turn back, perhaps shove the child aside and make a run for it - but to where? He looked slowly down the garden, past the rusting barbecue and capsized picnic furniture, and towards the house. The back door to the building was ajar, and smeared with bloody hand prints. He couldn't see past that though, because with the power out, everything looked dark inside. It was possible that the dead men who once occupied the premises were no longer around, and he figured that surely they'd of come out by now because of the racket he'd made trying to climb the hedge. Still, James did not relish the task of traversing a dark and claustrophobic environment. He'd been lucky so far, and had spent most of the crisis' duration hidden away in Old Man Cowsky's house. No one had bothered him, not the rampaging military, or the ravenous dead. He hadn't lifted a hand in anger to anyone, nor had anyone lifted a hand against him. He'd just sat there, day after day, looking out the loft's window at a world falling down in the distance. His grip around his tyre iron stiffened, and he felt its weight. This gave him a small boost of confidence, and so giving the dead child a quick sideways glance, he headed down towards the house. The door had been long ago battered off one of its hinges, and hung at a slight angle. He pushed it aside, and winced as it creaked. His heart froze, and any second he expected dead hands to reach out of the darkness and claim him. They didn't. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerve, and walked on in. James immediately lost his footing, and slipped on something oily. He managed to stop himself from falling, and stood still for a few seconds. Still nothing. He continued, walking into what was once the house's kitchen. Everything seemed quiet, and even the dead child outside had stopped rattling the fence. A can of Heinz beans, laying on the floor by the kitchen's open fridge caught James' eye. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten in three days. "Well," he said to himself cheerfully. "There's no time like the present!" James started to pull back the kitchen's draws, looking for a can opener.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look at the women. "So you don't trust people? Yet you helped me, When you could have easily left me?" He would walk back to the couch and sit. "I guess I do owe ya for helping me out, Is there anything you need that I may have or I could find for you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross "No, I don't trust people," said Irene. "If you're smart, you won't either. Not that I'd be an issue. I could have stuck my knife in your throat while you were flopped down unconscious on my property." She seemed to enter a short period of brainstorming in response to his question. "If you could kill a deer for me, that would be excellent. Otherwise...hmm. I'll have to think on it."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would glare. "I'm not a murderous monster, ass hole. But I noticed the look you gave me when you got here, So I don't trust you." Hunter would pump the shotgun. "Though, people hiding are hard to trust as well." Hunter would walk to the cacti as well.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary stayed silent as James talked. She stared at the woman coming out of the house. The man with the gun called her Irene, and Mary was comforted by the fact that she was a woman. She glanced worried between James and the limp National Guard as they bickered. This was going the wrong way. She gently poked her elbow into the ribs of James to make him shut up. The guard obviously didn't appropriate his humor. She got scared of the seemingly trigger-happy limp guard as he waved around his gun as if it was nothing serious. Though her mood lifted as Irene told them they could come in. She smiled widely and let out an excited yelp as she made her way into the guard, her arm getting poked by a part of the hedge. She held the wound on her arm and stepped into the yard, waiting for James to follow. They could now see her whole body, including her gun. But she wasn't trigger happy and hadn't even used it once, so she hoped they wouldn't see harm in it. Mary was just about to thank Irene for her kindness when she too heard the rustle. She looked in the way James was looking, still holding her stinging arm. She walked towards Irene, her eyes still focused on James and mister trigger happy who approached the cacti, not wanting to be in their way.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross These people are going to be like dogs. If I let them in and feed them, they'll come to expect it. The thought was not a welcome one, but Irene let it pass. She'd kick them out after a day, and if they refused to leave, she supposed she would have to figure out a clever way to murder them in their sleep or something. As necessary as it might become, however, she still didn't find it a pleasant thought to kill people who weren't brain-dead bloodthirsty zombies. She crossed her arms and scanned the cacti with her eyes. Whoever was hiding in there, in the event that it was yet another person and not an injured animal that would probably go well with butter and salt, they would likely be cut up pretty nicely upon leaving the depths of the natural fence.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Excuse me!" Jonah made sure that his first two words were loud and clear. He corrected his posture, standing straight up, then took slow steps towards the group. The air was silent for a few seconds, before Jonah knew precisely what to say. Now, he concentrated intensely on speaking. He stared blankly at the group, using all his mind to focus on the task. "My name is Jonah Smith, and I'm not quite sick of the new world yet. I want you to know that I want nothing more than to explore this brave new world, see all that it has to offer, and return to the old world we loved so much. But there are many tings standing in my way, in our way. We have to think of the future, and I can see that it's great. Because, we humans will stay together, support each other, explore our world, and go from being powerless bugs to becoming rulers of the earth! Certainly, that will happen if you want it to! We can win over this terrible world!" Jonah relaxed his view. He caught his breath, looking at everyone, and waited for the response. I won't be able to take them, but they're armed and uncomfortable. If this goes poorly, I think I'll be able to kill them with minimal damage to myself.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked two times as she looked towards James, mister trigger happy and the new guy. What a day. She glanced up to Irene, now standing besides her, and noticed she was not quite happy about this. When the new guy spoke Mary raised an eyebrow and dropped her hands to her hips. "He's insane.." she mumbled, as he went on about support and exploring. She didn't know if he was serious or not, but he made her feel uncomfortable about being here. Maybe she and James shouldn't have come. She didn't feel safe. She felt nervous about James and trigger happy standing so close to the new man. Her hand went to her gun again, a habit she could not shake even though she wouldn't just shoot without thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene glanced at the others to gauge their reactions to this guy, to figure out if they too were unsure if he was pulling their chain. He certainly sounded serious, and pretty genuinely insane. Out of instinct, she checked to make sure her knife was on her and relaxed only slightly when she found out it was. She fixed the most recent newcomer with narrowed eyes and a stony expression. The people around her had guns. She was fairly sure they could kick his scrawny ass if he tried anything, so she put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice, which she expected to lose by tomorrow at this rate. "You want to explore the world? Then get going!" she barked. "No one's stopping you. Go on! Bye! Have fun!"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah understands that his seemingly foolproof speech didn't say what he meant in the way he wanted to. Not thinking much about what he says, he tries again to explain what he wants to do. "I won't leave alone, basically unarmed, unready, and with nowhere to go back. Aren't we all hungry, thirsty, tired, and afraid? Don't we live in a world where we can lose everything in a flash? Don't you want to make it better? Please, we need each other! You won't survive on your own... even if you'd want to. Because a life on your own, is a life without friends, love, or goals. That shouldn't even count as a life. If you have hope, want to survive, or fear loneliness, you don't live on your own. Am I a maniac? What's the madness in hope, that everyone else has given up completely?" Jonah made it clear that he feared a hopeless world. He silently smiled at the group, hoping that they'd understand him better. "Do you have hope? If not, what do you live for?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter fearing that they would leave he turns the safety off on the shotgun and walks outside, the primary handle in one hand and keeping his other hand open. "Once you have what you need it's best to move on. No need for things to get worse then they are."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked away the small amount of tears settling on her lower lashes. Which was weird, because she hadn't really cried since this it all began. Now, things were going terribly wrong and she didn't understand why. Did they not want company? Or help? She glanced from James to Irene and the soldier, now heading inside together. It made her weary, and she stepped back towards the hedge she and James came from. Her eyes were darting around to see what would happen. I seemed weird, but she had already imagined images of them all together. Her and Irene cooking, James and the soldier playing cards. But it seemed silly now. They wanted them gone. She didn't know if she should offer her help in in exchange for a place to stay. But she couldn't just leave James on the street. Even though she didn't know him, it didn't feel right. When the soldier and Irene came back out again, she looked at them, seeing they really meant it. She shivered, it was getting cold.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Speaking for myself, I don't need something. I need someone, and someplace, like this. Because this is well-fortified, and because you know very different things than I do. I don't think you know that I'm called Jonas. And now you do. I'm sure that you know many things I don't, that we'll need to survive. Key focus on we; I doubt anyone can survive on their own long-term." Jonah improvised, making him sound uncertain. But he smiled again, hoping that they would be willing to form a group. Jonah doubted he could survive much longer, as his lack of information about survival really started biting him. Jonah could get nearly anything but food, which he really hoped someone here grew. "Irene, is that your name? May I come in? I am weaker than you!" Perhaps a more humorous tone would calm them down?</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sigh. "Grab what you Need, then get going we can't spare time for..." Hunter would get cut off by screams of the dead close by, and a lot by the sound. "...Dammit." Hunter would raise the shotgun and aim in the direction of the scream.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Get inside," hissed Irene. "Go." The status of her house as an inn for displaced survivors could be discussed later, when the danger had passed. She held the front door open and motioned for everyone to be as quiet as possible. She glared at Hunter. The sound of a shotgun blast would draw the gross, rotting piles of mucus and festering flesh right to her door, and it was not an attractive thought. Do not shoot that thing, she mouthed.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah didn't hesitate to get inside. He did it as stealthily as he could, and decided to explore Irene's house. He saw the kitchen, the farm and the many traps, but didn't see much in the way of luxuries inside. "You have something incredibly valuable, and a fantastic foundation for a base. Thank you for letting us in. I will make sure that you won't regret this." Jonah sat down in the couch, catching a breath after feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He concentrated on planning for the future, hoping to turn the old house into a safe haven for himself and the others, at the very least. It didn't take long before he started daydreaming...</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would no to Irene, understanding what she was saying. Hunter wold set down the gun and draw his combat knife. He would do a sharp whistle getting the creatures attention, its head did a sharp turn and charged Hunter. When it got close Hunter wold kick out its knee and slice the side of its head with the knife. When it kept moving he would stab it in the back of the skull with the knife. he would draw the knife out and grab the gun and walk inside.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene watched with utter disgust as Hunter walked inside after the completely unnecessary show that he'd put on. Angry as she was, though, she decided that she should choose her battles, and after waiting for the others to come in she shut and bolted the door. "I'll boil some water," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You all sit and chat or something. But not too loudly. I want to keep my windows for as long as I can."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah sits down, thinking intensely about what he should do for the future. He enters a works of thought, and quickly understands that recovery will be a long and challenging path. "What would we need in order to create a better source of food? More soil and more water. That means that we'll have to tavern to the nearest park, or outside the city limits. More water would need more rainwater colletirs, and in the long term, finding a stream of some sort..." Jonah hours that letting everyone know of his plans would make them more likely to support him. Because the next thing he'd try to get would be something to eat and drink... "I'm weak from malnutrition and dehydration. I know of a hardware store where we could get useful tools and weapons, and there's a back entrance that might be unlocked. But if I'm hungry, I won't be able to fight my way in. Can I have something to eat first?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s>
<\|description\|>Irene Ross Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood. Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans. Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter guessed he was too quiet on the porch, he looked to his side to see Jonah. He would speak quietly. "Hey, stay calm, stay quiet, they'll leave. Just...don't panic." Hunter would go back to staring into the darkness. "Maybe 4 of them. Not too bad, but should stay quiet at that."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah jumped onto the porch. He smiled after returning to the safety of the group, bringing with him a few boxes of nails. There were at least a few hundred nails, and he spread the boxes across the floor. "That supply run went fantastic. I nailed it!"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I hella don't think it's a wise plan," said Irene. "But they can all do what they want. If that crazy Jonah dude gets himself ripped to shreds and turned into a midnight snack, that's his issue, not mine," she informed Mary, thinking that the girl had asked her. "How's the tea?" She jumped at the sound of a knock on the door and slowly opened the door for...oh, he was alive. And he had nails, which would absolutely come in handy! She may have thought the man was insane, but she had to give it to him- going to the hardware, stealing such valuable tools and coming back so quickly? She was impressed. Keeping her voice critical, she said, "You'll want some rest after that adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I don't want rest. I want food, now! And I think I deserve some, although I wouldn't trust myself doing the cooking right now..." Jonah slowly walked to the couch, and closed his eyes when he reached it. "I need rest, but want food. I think that's what I tried to say..." Jonah continued, before closing his eyes again.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stay on the porch outside, He preferred it alone. Maybe it was the fact he was still learning to trust these new people. Maybe it was because he felt safer alone. Who knows. Though that tea was good. Hunter wouldn't mind some more, but he's already in debt to Irene enough. Maybe he can give her something from his supplies when he grabs them in the morning.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary smiled at Irene's temperament. She had no filter but Mary liked that. She sipped quietly from her tea and looked around the room. The situation she was in was odd and unexpected, and she wasn't surw what to say or do. She nodded to the soldier as he left towards the porch, knowing she had to be guard too. She was petit and small so she doubted if they trusted her with that task. As the soldier limped out, it caught her attention again that maybe he was wounded. She should ask him later. Looking back at Irene again, she smiled a little.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter did go out on watch, though he also left part way through the night. He was limping his way back to Irene's house with his Rifle in hands and the rest of his gear on his back. Took a good while to find his pistol but he did, it was now in his holster. He figured the best way to get keep the weapons was to act like he had them all along just didn't let on. When Hunter got back it was almost Dawn. He took aim with his rifle on an infected not to far outside Irene's house, he would fire the weapon but the shot was suppressed. Hunter had the suppressor, he just didn't use it well traveling, only when he planned to stay in one place for longer then a day or two. He guessed that he was going to stay for a while. Hunter knocked on the front door to avoid causing a panic. He tried to act as non hostile as possible, he had been an ass the day before but that was mainly out of fear. He trusted these people enough that he didn't need to be ready to fight them all the time.</s>	<\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene opened the door and glared like a bear that had been woken in mid-hibernation before standing aside and letting Hunter inside. "How'd it go? And if you stepped on my plants, you're dead. Like, in the ground. I live on those. Sleep anywhere, by the way. Except for my room. I don't want your sans-deodorant male musk stinking up any more of my house than it is already." She brushed off her apron and checked the water bucket, then looked outside at the sky. It would be light soon. "Don't rip each other to shreds while I'm weeding and watering," she added. Irene wanted to make it as obvious as possible that if she was going to have guests, she was the boss.</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "Hmm," she muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. "No problem. If you're not gonna finish that, I'll take it." She burped softly after finishing her food. "So I heard you muttering a little from the kitchen. If you're off your rocker, you can get out. I don't need a crazy person in my house."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would laugh a bit "Crazy? Me? Na, I just think out loud, Happens when you spend a lot of time on the road" Hunter would hand over the plate. "So how long have you been here? The place seems really well set up." Hunter would stand looking out the front window.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James looked across the row of gardens. They were a mess, with fences torn down, plant beds overflowing with weeds, and grass rising as high as his knees. This was a problem, because to James they represented mini-jungles that were full of hiding places for the dead men to hide. He'd seen many people go that way, dragged by an unseen hand from under a car, or bitten by a set of teeth waiting behind a tree stump. But he had no choice. A dozen of the things had followed him since he left his safe spot in the loft of Old Man Cowskie's house, down the end of the street. He'd tried to be subtle and stealthy about it, but the dead men noticed him anyway. They were slow though, real slow - so long as he kept going, he'd be okay. The problem was, the further he moved down the street, the more he encountered blocking his way. Turning off from the path, and into a garden, seemed like the best way to lose them. Now he wasn't so sure. At least if he tried to run through his pursuers, he had a good chance at outrunning them. With the gardens on the other hand, he might not see a hidden danger until it was too late. He became hesitant. He closed his eyes, as he often did in these situations, and focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. He opened his eyes, and was blessed with a calm but certain sense of direction. He couldn't go back, because though he could out run the dead, he'd draw more to him as he went, until eventually he'd have hundreds chasing after him. Eventually he'd have to stop, and then would find himself surrounded, no matter where he sought to hide. No. It had to be the gardens. Stepping over the low-lying picket fence, he entered the first of them. Immediately his feet landed on something hard, hidden in the grass. He took a step back, peered down and saw that it was a small fire truck. He couldn't remember the children who had lived here, and he didn't want to. He just hoped they were okay. Then there was a thump, off to James' right. He turned and raised the tyre iron, but wavered briefly. Sure enough, a small child, about six years old perhaps, in faded and tattered clothes stumbled towards him from an open patio. "Jesus," James uttered. He hadn't killed any dead men yet, and the prospect of striking down a dead child was somehow inconceivable. He moved on, vaulting a chest-height chain-linked fence and tumbled into the next garden. A barbecue sat in the middle of it, fighting back the weeds and the rust. James looked around, and noticed loads of picnic chairs that had been tossed and turned - and then he saw the pools of weeks old blood. Something bad had happened here, and he didn't want to find out what. He looked up ahead, and sized up the thick hedge that formed his next barrier.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I've been here since it started. The woman who lived here before was killed pretty much right off the bat, so I went ahead and took over her gardens. Lucky she had so many seeds and all." Irene took the plate and put it lazily in the no-longer-functioning sink. She looked briefly out of the window in an instinctive urge to follow the other person's gaze, before her higher brain stepped in and let her know that Hunter hadn't actually seen anything dangerous. Hopefully. "What about you? Did you just hit the road as soon as the shit hit the fan?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene. "Not really, I served in the national guard when things started to get bad. So for the first two weeks or so I stayed with my unit, Though after things got really bad, I went AWOL, and I went home to find my sister. Sadly she wasn't home...I'm going to an old camp ground we use to hang out at as kids to find her, WE said as kids if anything were to happen we would meet there." Hunter would walk away from the window. "So you've been alone this whole time? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross She shrugged and nodded. "Something I've learned in the course of my life is that...no offense. People are shitty. You can't trust them. No matter how good you think they are, sooner or later they'll end up abandoning you because of their own motivations. So I thought, 'Why bother pretending to care for someone else if one of us will just leave the other dying in a gutter somewhere?'. And it's been...pretty good, so far." Her voice was tinged with a bitterness that she struggled to push away. "Good luck finding your sister, commando."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston The hedge was as tall as James, and thick. He hadn't considered something so simple to be so impossible. He had tried three times to grab hold of it and climb over, but each time he'd fallen back with two hands full of broken branches. He looked around, noting that the end of the garden backed up onto the wall of a neighbouring house. The constant raling of the chainlink fence behind him, reminded him that the little child was all too aware of his presence. James could turn back, perhaps shove the child aside and make a run for it - but to where? He looked slowly down the garden, past the rusting barbecue and capsized picnic furniture, and towards the house. The back door to the building was ajar, and smeared with bloody hand prints. He couldn't see past that though, because with the power out, everything looked dark inside. It was possible that the dead men who once occupied the premises were no longer around, and he figured that surely they'd of come out by now because of the racket he'd made trying to climb the hedge. Still, James did not relish the task of traversing a dark and claustrophobic environment. He'd been lucky so far, and had spent most of the crisis' duration hidden away in Old Man Cowsky's house. No one had bothered him, not the rampaging military, or the ravenous dead. He hadn't lifted a hand in anger to anyone, nor had anyone lifted a hand against him. He'd just sat there, day after day, looking out the loft's window at a world falling down in the distance. His grip around his tyre iron stiffened, and he felt its weight. This gave him a small boost of confidence, and so giving the dead child a quick sideways glance, he headed down towards the house. The door had been long ago battered off one of its hinges, and hung at a slight angle. He pushed it aside, and winced as it creaked. His heart froze, and any second he expected dead hands to reach out of the darkness and claim him. They didn't. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerve, and walked on in. James immediately lost his footing, and slipped on something oily. He managed to stop himself from falling, and stood still for a few seconds. Still nothing. He continued, walking into what was once the house's kitchen. Everything seemed quiet, and even the dead child outside had stopped rattling the fence. A can of Heinz beans, laying on the floor by the kitchen's open fridge caught James' eye. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten in three days. "Well," he said to himself cheerfully. "There's no time like the present!" James started to pull back the kitchen's draws, looking for a can opener.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look at the women. "So you don't trust people? Yet you helped me, When you could have easily left me?" He would walk back to the couch and sit. "I guess I do owe ya for helping me out, Is there anything you need that I may have or I could find for you?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "No, I don't trust people," said Irene. "If you're smart, you won't either. Not that I'd be an issue. I could have stuck my knife in your throat while you were flopped down unconscious on my property." She seemed to enter a short period of brainstorming in response to his question. "If you could kill a deer for me, that would be excellent. Otherwise...hmm. I'll have to think on it."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop and think for a sec. "actually...I might be able too, I use to hunt with my dad when I was younger, I still have three slugs left as well. When I go out to find the rest of my gear I'll see what I can do for ya." Hunter would walk over to the shotgun and load the three shotgun shells. "But that may be a day or two before I go out, If i try to run on my ankle I'll make it worse, If I can't run I'll be forced to fight, And I am in no condition to fight." Hunter would think about what else he could do well he was out. "Do you have a map of the area? Maybe a lost of stores or something?"</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street There was a thump from upstairs, James froze as he rummaged through the drawers. Then there were was another thump, and another. He stood back from the drawers, and shifted his safety goggles to try and get a better sense of things. The house was dark, too dark, but his eyes were slowly adjusting to it. There was a door leading out of the kitchen, and just beyond, a hallway with some stairs and a couple more doors. The thumping continued, but didn't seem to be moving from its perceived location. James cringed as he imagined what may be making the noise. Probably a dead man, stuck in one of the bedrooms, banging its hands against the door to try and get free. James suddenly lost his appetite, and moved on into the hall way - slowly. Each step was a carefully measured action, minimising the noise as much as was humanly possible. He passed by the stairs, and though it was almost pitch black, he could see dark stains leading up them. This only furthered his intent to get out of there. He headed back to the kitchen, grabbed the can of beans, and then went back into the hallway. He froze when his eyes detected the feint outline of something that hadn't been there before. At first he thought he'd just mistaken what he was seeing for a trick of the light, but then the object growled. James had enough time to bring his tyre iron up as a dead man rushed out of the darkness, and threw itself at him. The force of the impact brought James to the ground, and a pair of jutting teeth snapped inches away from his face as he fought to keep the dead man's weight off him. The rank smell of rotting flesh and ... something worse ... rushed up James' nostrils, making him nauseous despite his predicament. With great effort, James managed to bring the tyre iron to bear, and placed it horizontally across the dead man's neck. Then with both hands, he pushed, even as the dead man's fingers clawed and scratched at his face. After a few seconds of constant effort, he threw the dead man aside, and was on his feet in a flash. He didn't stop to check if there was any more, instead, he bolted for the door at the base of the stairs. There was some brief sunlight poking through the door's boarded up window, and his eyes lit up when he realised it was the front entrance to the house. With shaking fingers, he fumbled for the lock and managed to get it undone. He pushed the door open, but was blinded by the sunlight. Nevertheless, he sprinted forwards - just as the dead man's hands clamped around his shoulders. James span, not having time to think, and shoved the dead man away. Then he moved forwards, and raising his tyre iron high over his head, swung it for the creature's face. There was a sickening crunch as metal met jaw, and his assailant fell backwards with the force. Then James turned, and realised he was back out on the same street he tried to escape earlier - except now it was empty, the dead men having chased him down the road an hour previous. He quickly broke into a sprint, just as the dead man climbed back onto its feet.</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street James skidded to a halt as heard the sound of something solid hitting something less solid. He turned back towards the house he'd fled from, just in time to see a young petite Asian woman in a black leather jacket, jam the painful end of an umbrella into his pursuer's head. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to accept that the woman was indeed alive - and apparently friendly. James hadn't met another human being since the military death squad burst into his home, and slaughtered his family. A mixed feeling of grave mistrust and longing for companionship split his mind in two. As always, when he was internally conflicted, he resorted to his breathing techniques to bring about some clarity. In. And out. In. And out. The clouds of mistrust evaporated from James' mind, and he decided the woman was no threat. She'd of attacked him by now, if she was. And besides, it wasn't like he had anything worth stealing. He started walking back towards the house, casting a glimpse over his shoulder to check to see if any more dead men were about - they weren't, for now. He stopped about ten paces away from the woman, careful to keep his distance. He assumed that women had probably faired quite poorly in this crisis, as there was no telling what the rest of the menfolk had been getting up to without law and order to restrain them. He decided it was best not to spook her by getting too close. "Thanks," James said with a smile. "You didn't need to, but thanks all the same. I'm James Houston, and I lived down the end of the street for most of my life." His stomach rumbled. "I don't suppose you have a can opener do you?" he asked, embarrassed by his stomach's involuntary noise. "I've not eaten in a fair while... oh and if we could get off the street, that'd be great. They're gone for now, but it's only a matter of time before they get bored of looking for me behind Old Man Cowsky's house and return."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary tossed the umbrella to the side when she was sure the dead man would stay dead, but she wished she hadn't when the man that had run past her walked back to her in a steady pace. Her chest went up and down as she watched him. He was taller than she was, but not quite too tall. He looked strong enough to take her tiny frame, but then again, who would expect her to know how to fight? Still she was scared nonetheless. She tried to shrug away the memories that came up about her friend Jane. She wasn't taken by the dead, no, she was taken by a man who hadn't had a piece of ass for a while. Her hand went to her side, holding the strap that held her gun. Though he stopped quite a distance away from her and it made her ease up. She shouldn't think the worst of everyone. He thanked her with a smile, and the action made her cross her arms and relax. "I didn't know what got into me," she said with a shy smile, looking down at the dead man. She stepped away from the man but not any closer the living one that was standing in front of her. Seeing no harm in it, she spoke again. "I'm Mary Park. I eh, worked in the hospital. Lived there, too, went everything went to.. you know, shit." She made an arm movement to the end of the street, where you could see the roof of the tall hospital couple blocks away. She couldn't help but giggle at the sound his stomach made, and held her hand in front of her mouth. "I don't have a can opener. But I saw a house a little more down the street, it looked well kept and when I peeked into the yard, I saw vegetables. Maybe we can check there?" The word "we" sound foreign in her mouth for now. Maybe she should stay with this person, or get away from him. She couldn't really get a read. "I have some candy, though I don't think that would help you now."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s>
<\|description\|>James C. Houston Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, shy, calm, kind and brave. Physical Appearance: James is a small man, of around 5'6, and has a wiry build. He keeps his head and face shaven, as often as he can. He has a gaunt face, sunken brown eyes and black eyebrows. He wears a one piece set of black work overalls, and over these, he wears a leather welder's apron. He also wears a pair of safety goggles over his eyes. Family: James comes from a big family, with two loving parents and six other siblings. He doesn't talk about any of them though, because they are dead, and he has spent his time alive trying to forget his past life. History: James has always been an underachiever, from childhood to adulthood. In school, he was an able pupil who grasped the subject matter well, but lacked the drive he needed to achieve good grades. Though despite his lack of motivation, he still managed to pull through with a mix of B's and C's - enough to get him into higher education. However, he simply had no interest in doing much with his life, and so his father sent him to go and work at a local cement factory. Like in school, James proved to be a capable worker who outshone most, but lacked the enthusiasm he needed to climb the ladder. As a result, he has spent 8 years labouring away at brain-numbing conveyor job. His family were butchered by a military death squad in the early days of the crisis, and James was left for dead. However, over the span of weeks, he was able to recover from the worst of his injuries and survived in the loft of an abandoned house at the end of his road. There he turned to impromptu-meditation, spending hours a day focusing on his breathing and the sound of falling rain, as he attempted to restore some level of sanity. Now he has fully recovered, but is low on food. The time has come for him to tackle the world anew, or die trying. Skills: Can calm himself in a crisis through breathing techniques, sometimes. Gear: Black work overalls, leather welder's apron, safety goggles, tyre iron. Goal: To escape the city, and to find some quiet place deep in the country free from danger.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would slightly lower the gun. "National guard may not mean as much to you, but it still means something." Hunter would start walking back to the door then he would look back. "It's not up to me if you stay, it's not my house."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look confused at first. He would then sling the shotgun. "Irene can we talk for a sec?" (Wow...this seems...familiar)</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter, Irene and Mary. James was taken aback by the sight of a small chubby looking woman, complete with an apron. She immediately displayed a strong sense of authority, and James did his best to hide his smile at the sight of the tough looking solider being ordered around by her. "M'am," James said, putting on his best smile. "I don't intend on staying. I just want some food," he nodded over at Mary. "My friend Mary here is looking for what everyone is looking for - safety, or so I think. We don't mean any harm." He threw his tyre iron to the ground, and reached into his overalls to pull out a tin of beans. "It would be mighty grand of you to spare me a tin opener. I haven't eaten in three days, and at this stage, I'm starting to sympathise with the idea of eating people."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s>	<\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s>
<\|description\|>Mary Park Age: 23 Personality: Sweet, caring, scared, determined to have her own say Physical Appearance: Stands about 5,3 tall, average build, dark brown and long thick wavy hair, mostly in a bun on top of her head. She wears black pants, a black tanktop and a beige that is tucked in at the front of her jeans. Over her blouse she wears a black leather jacket. In her bag she has one more outfit. She wears brown Timberland shoes. Family: Her parents are from Korea, but they've moved here since she was 4. Her father already died when she was 16, but her mother died when it all started. History: She always knew she wanted to be just like her father, a doctor. She was in her second year of residency, when it all started. But while she's shy outside of work, she is a hard and determined worker inside of the ER. Though at some point, it was hopeless. The patients started biting doctors, or even killing them and moving on to the next. The ER had to be shut down. Because she was almost always in the hospital, it was hard to see what was on the outside. It was when they watched the last tv broadcast in the staff room, Mary and her colleagues decided to stay in the ER and only take in people that were actually hurt. It took a little while, but they build up a whole system. Then everything had gone wrong, and Mary is now roaming, not really sure what to do, but trying to see if she could help people in medical need. Skills: Medical school degrees and experience in the ER. When she was younger she did Tae-Kwon-Do, though she knows that, she is not an expert. Gear: A hiking backpack, a handgun strapped to her leg (taken from a dead hospital guard), two packs of bullets tugged away in her bag, various medical supplies from the hospital, a change of clothes, two water bottles. Goal: To find a group to be with.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary bit on a piece of sweet liquorice. It was her own pain reliever as she rolled up the sleeve of her blouse. While sucking on the candy, she peeled off the bandage that was covering her wound. It wasn't a big one, but painful nonetheless. It was stupid, of all the ways someone could get hurt lately, she got a nasty cut while trying to get out of a window. Luckily she was just wearing her tank top then, so the rest of her clothes were fine. Though she had not been in a clothes shop, she didn't expect there was much left to get a new jacket. She tended to the wound quickly, knowing she had to get out of this place. Car alarms had been going off, paired with shots. People were around, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She rolled her sleeve down and put on her jacket. It had been a while since the gunshots. There were far at first, but the last shot was right in front of the boarded up house Mary was in. She didn't dare to peek out then. Surely, it would be safe right now. She had waited at least half an hour, or was it more? She patted her right leg and felt the gun still strapped there. Then she grabbed her hiking bag from the chair it was resting in and swung it over her shoulder, placing it securely on her back. She walked over to the front door and listened for a bit. She didn't want to run into any of those creeps. After she deemed it safe she opened the door and looked out, only to be startled by a man running across the lawn of the house and didn't seem to notice her at all. She looked towards the way he was coming from and saw one of the dead trying to get on it's feet again. Mary blinked two times before she could process what was going on, and then looked around her in the hallway for something, anything. She grabbed a pointy umbrella and ran out of the house and towards the horrible looking dead man. With a quick swipe of the umbrella against his shins, the dead man fell flat on his face. Before he could get up, Mary slammed on his head with the umbrella, surprised by her own willpower. When it wasn't moving anymore, she looked up to scan the road for the man that ran.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street James skidded to a halt as heard the sound of something solid hitting something less solid. He turned back towards the house he'd fled from, just in time to see a young petite Asian woman in a black leather jacket, jam the painful end of an umbrella into his pursuer's head. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to accept that the woman was indeed alive - and apparently friendly. James hadn't met another human being since the military death squad burst into his home, and slaughtered his family. A mixed feeling of grave mistrust and longing for companionship split his mind in two. As always, when he was internally conflicted, he resorted to his breathing techniques to bring about some clarity. In. And out. In. And out. The clouds of mistrust evaporated from James' mind, and he decided the woman was no threat. She'd of attacked him by now, if she was. And besides, it wasn't like he had anything worth stealing. He started walking back towards the house, casting a glimpse over his shoulder to check to see if any more dead men were about - they weren't, for now. He stopped about ten paces away from the woman, careful to keep his distance. He assumed that women had probably faired quite poorly in this crisis, as there was no telling what the rest of the menfolk had been getting up to without law and order to restrain them. He decided it was best not to spook her by getting too close. "Thanks," James said with a smile. "You didn't need to, but thanks all the same. I'm James Houston, and I lived down the end of the street for most of my life." His stomach rumbled. "I don't suppose you have a can opener do you?" he asked, embarrassed by his stomach's involuntary noise. "I've not eaten in a fair while... oh and if we could get off the street, that'd be great. They're gone for now, but it's only a matter of time before they get bored of looking for me behind Old Man Cowsky's house and return."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary tossed the umbrella to the side when she was sure the dead man would stay dead, but she wished she hadn't when the man that had run past her walked back to her in a steady pace. Her chest went up and down as she watched him. He was taller than she was, but not quite too tall. He looked strong enough to take her tiny frame, but then again, who would expect her to know how to fight? Still she was scared nonetheless. She tried to shrug away the memories that came up about her friend Jane. She wasn't taken by the dead, no, she was taken by a man who hadn't had a piece of ass for a while. Her hand went to her side, holding the strap that held her gun. Though he stopped quite a distance away from her and it made her ease up. She shouldn't think the worst of everyone. He thanked her with a smile, and the action made her cross her arms and relax. "I didn't know what got into me," she said with a shy smile, looking down at the dead man. She stepped away from the man but not any closer the living one that was standing in front of her. Seeing no harm in it, she spoke again. "I'm Mary Park. I eh, worked in the hospital. Lived there, too, went everything went to.. you know, shit." She made an arm movement to the end of the street, where you could see the roof of the tall hospital couple blocks away. She couldn't help but giggle at the sound his stomach made, and held her hand in front of her mouth. "I don't have a can opener. But I saw a house a little more down the street, it looked well kept and when I peeked into the yard, I saw vegetables. Maybe we can check there?" The word "we" sound foreign in her mouth for now. Maybe she should stay with this person, or get away from him. She couldn't really get a read. "I have some candy, though I don't think that would help you now."</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Unknown Street with Mary Park James let out a light laugh at Mary's offer of candy. It felt good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found anything amusing. "No, no it's okay," James said. "You keep it. I've got a can of beans, I'll get it open even if I have to use my head to crack it." James thought in silence for a few seconds, about what Mary had said of her time at the hospital. "Whoa, I bet you've seen some things? The hospitals were the first to go, if I heard Old Man Cowsky's radio right. I've been sheltering away in an attic for the most part, trying to let my ... um, wounds heal. They still hurt, but I'm as good to go as I'll ever be. The need for food drove me outside, and aside from this tin of beans, I haven't found squat." Then he remembered she'd mentioned a house, and that its garden had vegetables. This struck James as odd, because he wasn't sure if vegetables could grow on their own accord, or if they needed someone to look after them. James was many things, but a gardener wasn't one of them. "The house sounds like an option, but we should be careful. Someone may still be living there, though I'd find that hard to believe. You're the first person I've seen in weeks, but then I didn't go much further than the attic's window. Still, we should be careful," he said, before noticing that Mary seemed uneasy about the prospect of teaming up. "Hey, it's okay. I've got bigger things to worry about than sex right now, I'd much rather be trying to get some food. We can worry about the whole man-woman thing once I've eaten, but even then, I plan to be heading out of here pretty quickly. I'm thinking the further away I am from the city, the better." He paused, looking at the bloodied umbrella on the grass. "Besides, judging by the way you killed that thing, I think I'm the one in danger here. Keep your eyes off my ass," he laughed with a wink, hoping his awful joke composition came off better than it sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words. She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into. She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop mid conversation. "...People..." He would grab the shotgun and remind himself he has only three shots left, If things go back he needs to be smart, make his shots count. Hunter would walk as strait as he could with his ankle with the shotgun in hands. "NY National Guard Come out where I can see you or I'll shoot!" Hunter doesn't want to get into another gun fight, But he feels it's better for him to make the first move, let the people know that if they are hostile they will have to put up a fight that may not be worth it.</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James Houston - Outside of Irene's place with Hunter and Mary. James planted himself in front of Mary and held his tyre iron down by his waist. "National Guard? You're a long way from your unit, soldier," he said. "Last I heard, you guys had pulled back to Florida, but even then the guy on the radio seemed unsure if that was a genuine report." The man was taller than James, and bigger built. The gun in his hand didn't waver, which told James he was definitely used to them. He cursed his and Mary's stupidity for getting so close to the house, without scoping it out from a safe distance. "In any case, we don't mean any harm. I'm here for food, and I think she's here for security," he said, motioning to Mary. "But if you start shooting, you better hope that first round hits me square in the chest, because you wont have time to pull that trigger twice." James was bluffing of course, he wasn't a fighter, but he held a certain hatred for armed men - especially soldiers. Still, if the soldier meant him and Mary harm, James would do what it took to give Mary a chance to run.</s>	<\|message\|>Mary Park Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. "Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah took quick steps towards the duo by the strangely well-maintained house. Quietly and quickly, he came close enough to overhear a conversation. The duo he could see were talking to someone inside, and Jonah wasn't rude enough to disturb the conversation. Someone more cultured might shoot him for jumping in! Although he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, he still wouldn't let the end of the world get him down. And as he saw a fantastic opportunity to get more food and water, he waited with patience, knowing that it was too early to ask them for assistance. Even in a calm moment, Jonah concentrated intensely, thinking about what his next steps would be. To begin with, he'd need to attempt negotiation with those inside after those waiting to get in entered. It would mean that he would explain, very bluntly, how much he trusted those inside, how independent he would be of their assistance, and finally how great of a contributor he would make to the emerging group. Suddenly, after hearing the sound of shuffling behind him, Jonah span around, seeing yet another one of the awful creatures that roamed the earth. Like he quickly planned, knocking the poorly balanced creature to the ground before smashing it with his thick, leather boots went quickly, but the sound of a skull getting crushed was quite a bit louder in this instance than it usually is. He quickly looked at those waiting outside, hoping that they didn't notice him eavesdropping. His mind was blank.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would stop his thoughts when he heard the boy mention the thought of eating people. "You are going to want to rethink what you just said boy, Because that's a step that once you go to, you don't come back." He would turn and face him. "You got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"</s> <\|message\|>James C. Houston James clapped his hands together, "awesome, you rock lady," he said, smiling broadly. "Come on Mary, things are looking up!" He looked over at the soldier, and considered trolling hi- There was a sudden crunching noise, and James looked around. "Huh?" He couldn't see anyone. "You guys hear that?" He reached down and picked up his tyre iron. You could never be too careful, and though what he heard was probably nothing, it was worth checking out. He advanced around the cacti, looking this way and that. It could have been a dead man, but they usually made racket when they were advancing - all groans and moans. He didn't hear any. "Anyone there? Come out. We wont hurt you," he paused to give the soldier a quick glance. "Well, I wont hurt you."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would glare. "I'm not a murderous monster, ass hole. But I noticed the look you gave me when you got here, So I don't trust you." Hunter would pump the shotgun. "Though, people hiding are hard to trust as well." Hunter would walk to the cacti as well.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary stayed silent as James talked. She stared at the woman coming out of the house. The man with the gun called her Irene, and Mary was comforted by the fact that she was a woman. She glanced worried between James and the limp National Guard as they bickered. This was going the wrong way. She gently poked her elbow into the ribs of James to make him shut up. The guard obviously didn't appropriate his humor. She got scared of the seemingly trigger-happy limp guard as he waved around his gun as if it was nothing serious. Though her mood lifted as Irene told them they could come in. She smiled widely and let out an excited yelp as she made her way into the guard, her arm getting poked by a part of the hedge. She held the wound on her arm and stepped into the yard, waiting for James to follow. They could now see her whole body, including her gun. But she wasn't trigger happy and hadn't even used it once, so she hoped they wouldn't see harm in it. Mary was just about to thank Irene for her kindness when she too heard the rustle. She looked in the way James was looking, still holding her stinging arm. She walked towards Irene, her eyes still focused on James and mister trigger happy who approached the cacti, not wanting to be in their way.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross These people are going to be like dogs. If I let them in and feed them, they'll come to expect it. The thought was not a welcome one, but Irene let it pass. She'd kick them out after a day, and if they refused to leave, she supposed she would have to figure out a clever way to murder them in their sleep or something. As necessary as it might become, however, she still didn't find it a pleasant thought to kill people who weren't brain-dead bloodthirsty zombies. She crossed her arms and scanned the cacti with her eyes. Whoever was hiding in there, in the event that it was yet another person and not an injured animal that would probably go well with butter and salt, they would likely be cut up pretty nicely upon leaving the depths of the natural fence.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Excuse me!" Jonah made sure that his first two words were loud and clear. He corrected his posture, standing straight up, then took slow steps towards the group. The air was silent for a few seconds, before Jonah knew precisely what to say. Now, he concentrated intensely on speaking. He stared blankly at the group, using all his mind to focus on the task. "My name is Jonah Smith, and I'm not quite sick of the new world yet. I want you to know that I want nothing more than to explore this brave new world, see all that it has to offer, and return to the old world we loved so much. But there are many tings standing in my way, in our way. We have to think of the future, and I can see that it's great. Because, we humans will stay together, support each other, explore our world, and go from being powerless bugs to becoming rulers of the earth! Certainly, that will happen if you want it to! We can win over this terrible world!" Jonah relaxed his view. He caught his breath, looking at everyone, and waited for the response. I won't be able to take them, but they're armed and uncomfortable. If this goes poorly, I think I'll be able to kill them with minimal damage to myself.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked two times as she looked towards James, mister trigger happy and the new guy. What a day. She glanced up to Irene, now standing besides her, and noticed she was not quite happy about this. When the new guy spoke Mary raised an eyebrow and dropped her hands to her hips. "He's insane.." she mumbled, as he went on about support and exploring. She didn't know if he was serious or not, but he made her feel uncomfortable about being here. Maybe she and James shouldn't have come. She didn't feel safe. She felt nervous about James and trigger happy standing so close to the new man. Her hand went to her gun again, a habit she could not shake even though she wouldn't just shoot without thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene glanced at the others to gauge their reactions to this guy, to figure out if they too were unsure if he was pulling their chain. He certainly sounded serious, and pretty genuinely insane. Out of instinct, she checked to make sure her knife was on her and relaxed only slightly when she found out it was. She fixed the most recent newcomer with narrowed eyes and a stony expression. The people around her had guns. She was fairly sure they could kick his scrawny ass if he tried anything, so she put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice, which she expected to lose by tomorrow at this rate. "You want to explore the world? Then get going!" she barked. "No one's stopping you. Go on! Bye! Have fun!"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah understands that his seemingly foolproof speech didn't say what he meant in the way he wanted to. Not thinking much about what he says, he tries again to explain what he wants to do. "I won't leave alone, basically unarmed, unready, and with nowhere to go back. Aren't we all hungry, thirsty, tired, and afraid? Don't we live in a world where we can lose everything in a flash? Don't you want to make it better? Please, we need each other! You won't survive on your own... even if you'd want to. Because a life on your own, is a life without friends, love, or goals. That shouldn't even count as a life. If you have hope, want to survive, or fear loneliness, you don't live on your own. Am I a maniac? What's the madness in hope, that everyone else has given up completely?" Jonah made it clear that he feared a hopeless world. He silently smiled at the group, hoping that they'd understand him better. "Do you have hope? If not, what do you live for?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Irene then at the others. "Irene we need to talk, alone...Inside." Hunter would walk over to Irene and guide her inside the house. "I know I am not the best person left on the planet, But I owe you my life. But these people, there is nothing stopping them from coming in and taking everything, They are armed and they hold the numbers advantage over us. SO unless you have some great amount of combat experience that I don't know about I don't think we can win a fight if we get into one here." Hunter would look out the window at the people. "If things go wrong I have three shots. I don't want to get into a fight, I really don't like the idea of getting into gunfights, especially after the refugee center."</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes. "I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter fearing that they would leave he turns the safety off on the shotgun and walks outside, the primary handle in one hand and keeping his other hand open. "Once you have what you need it's best to move on. No need for things to get worse then they are."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary blinked away the small amount of tears settling on her lower lashes. Which was weird, because she hadn't really cried since this it all began. Now, things were going terribly wrong and she didn't understand why. Did they not want company? Or help? She glanced from James to Irene and the soldier, now heading inside together. It made her weary, and she stepped back towards the hedge she and James came from. Her eyes were darting around to see what would happen. I seemed weird, but she had already imagined images of them all together. Her and Irene cooking, James and the soldier playing cards. But it seemed silly now. They wanted them gone. She didn't know if she should offer her help in in exchange for a place to stay. But she couldn't just leave James on the street. Even though she didn't know him, it didn't feel right. When the soldier and Irene came back out again, she looked at them, seeing they really meant it. She shivered, it was getting cold.</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith "Speaking for myself, I don't need something. I need someone, and someplace, like this. Because this is well-fortified, and because you know very different things than I do. I don't think you know that I'm called Jonas. And now you do. I'm sure that you know many things I don't, that we'll need to survive. Key focus on we; I doubt anyone can survive on their own long-term." Jonah improvised, making him sound uncertain. But he smiled again, hoping that they would be willing to form a group. Jonah doubted he could survive much longer, as his lack of information about survival really started biting him. Jonah could get nearly anything but food, which he really hoped someone here grew. "Irene, is that your name? May I come in? I am weaker than you!" Perhaps a more humorous tone would calm them down?</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah didn't hesitate to get inside. He did it as stealthily as he could, and decided to explore Irene's house. He saw the kitchen, the farm and the many traps, but didn't see much in the way of luxuries inside. "You have something incredibly valuable, and a fantastic foundation for a base. Thank you for letting us in. I will make sure that you won't regret this." Jonah sat down in the couch, catching a breath after feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He concentrated on planning for the future, hoping to turn the old house into a safe haven for himself and the others, at the very least. It didn't take long before he started daydreaming...</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would no to Irene, understanding what she was saying. Hunter wold set down the gun and draw his combat knife. He would do a sharp whistle getting the creatures attention, its head did a sharp turn and charged Hunter. When it got close Hunter wold kick out its knee and slice the side of its head with the knife. When it kept moving he would stab it in the back of the skull with the knife. he would draw the knife out and grab the gun and walk inside.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene watched with utter disgust as Hunter walked inside after the completely unnecessary show that he'd put on. Angry as she was, though, she decided that she should choose her battles, and after waiting for the others to come in she shut and bolted the door. "I'll boil some water," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You all sit and chat or something. But not too loudly. I want to keep my windows for as long as I can."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah sits down, thinking intensely about what he should do for the future. He enters a works of thought, and quickly understands that recovery will be a long and challenging path. "What would we need in order to create a better source of food? More soil and more water. That means that we'll have to tavern to the nearest park, or outside the city limits. More water would need more rainwater colletirs, and in the long term, finding a stream of some sort..." Jonah hours that letting everyone know of his plans would make them more likely to support him. Because the next thing he'd try to get would be something to eat and drink... "I'm weak from malnutrition and dehydration. I know of a hardware store where we could get useful tools and weapons, and there's a back entrance that might be unlocked. But if I'm hungry, I won't be able to fight my way in. Can I have something to eat first?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s>
<\|description\|>Jonah Smith Personality: Nervous, detached, eccentric Physical Appearance: Jonah Smith looks like a weakling. He has pale skin, bags under his eyes, and little in terms of muscles. He has green eyes, together with black, curly hair. Although he has little muscle, he is quite well toned, considering how poorly he's eaten his entire life. Family: Jonah Smith lives far away from his family, consisting of four cousins, two uncles, two aunts, two nephews and a niece. His parents died immediately after the zombies started to attack, and he doesn't mind the loneliness much. They live far away from him, in a house far away from civilization, hundreds of miles away. History: Jonah Smith was always tired of his ordinary life, and the end of the world was a pleasant surprise in a lot of ways. In the beginning, he felt that life in a world without rules was far more fun and free, but it didn't take long before he started to understand that this new world would test him every moment of every day. Even after many others died during his two years in the new world, he still sees it as a fantastic adventure. Skills: Jonah has an encyclopedic knowledge, gathered from thousands of hours of perusing Wikipedia. Because he's so used to doing more intellectual tasks, Jonah has developed a sort of mastery of planning, where he invents plans in moments. He never enters a situation without knowing precisely what he will do, although it also means that he can barely move in cases where he doesn't know what to do. This extends to battle strategy and speeches. Finally, Jonah knows quite a bit about philosophy and religion from what he's read, and he's also a very philosophical person, who understands people. Gear: Jonah has a roomy polymer backpack, together with a reinforced long-sleeve shirt and loose jeans. He wears a pair of thick and solid leather boots, together with three layers of socks. In his backpack, he has 3 different pocket knives, together with a cast-iron pan from his parents. Goal: Jonah wants to have a safe place to return to, where he'll have a nice meal, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wake up next to the girl of his dreams. He also wants to help people return to their old lives, and rebuild the world.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would sit down, He noticed the look Irene had. Could have been about him killing the infected. But Hunter knew from past experience if you left a dead one laying around it would either draw more or catch you off guard. He would look at Jonah. "Weapons are not a problem. Tools though we could use. But we have two guns here and I have two more not fr down the road, with ammo." Hunter would think about what Jonah said about the food and water. "Not to bad of an idea for long term though. My unit tried that before..." Hunter would trail off. "Point is it has worked, but I am not focused on long term. I need to get out and find my sister, she's out their somewhere and I am going to find her."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary had entered the house, running in behind James and the new guy. She stood in a corner and eyed their newcomer, remembering he introduced himself as Jonah. After she took in the layout of the house, she stood in a corner with her arms crossed and her posture tense. She didn't know what to do, was it wise to run into a small house with 3 people she didn't know? She was unsure of Irene at first, but that was probably because Irene was unsure of them. Though for some reason she trusted James the most, if there's any trust at all in this world. Her eyes went over to the door where the soldier entered. She didn't know his name, but wasn't about to ask. His limp was disturbing her. The doctor in her wanted to know what's wrong and wanted to examine him. Jonah and the soldier had sat down and Irene had left the room. She eyed the two men. They talked about things that didn't seem appropriate to her at the current time and situation. They were barely allowed to come inside. She was really doubting her actions. Should she pitch in idea's, should she leave, should so announce that she's a doctor and ask if anyone needed her help. She just didn't know, so she stood there, and looked at the guys.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back. "I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would think for a moment. "You want to know why I am alive still? I am alive because I can shoot, I can fight, I am smart with what I have and I know how to survive with out it. I know where things are because we still had a radio when I left. But the main reasons I am alive now, Is luck. I m alive because something happened that made it possible for me to." Hunter would stop for a moment. "Or I somehow pulled up the guts to do what needed to be done..." Hunters hand would start to shake and he would walk off into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I'm alive because of my disturbing lack of interest in human interaction," said Irene cheerfully as she came back with a tray carrying several mugs of herbal tea. "This stuff'll relax you. I go through it when those brain-eating freaks decide to hang around near my house." She set the tray on the table. "If anyone knows how to brew alcohol, I'd be infinitely grateful."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would walk out of the bathroom, the gun still on his back. "It's not too hard, I'll show you before I leave to go find my sister." Hunter would walk back to the couch and sit and drink some of the tea. "This is good tea though, really good. Thank you."</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park When Jonah talked Mary looked at him while furrowing her brows. She still didn't know what to think of him. He talked to much and to her he was way too confident of himself. One that claims himself to have high intelligence wouldn't walk up to a group of people when one is holding a gun. She listened to the National Guard to, his answer was honest and raw to her. She wondered what had happened to him and watched as the soldier left and wondered what it was that made him shake. A smile played on her face a bit as Irene came back into the room and made a comment about lack of interest. Mary decided she should answer too. "I'm alive because I'm lucky," Mary said while shrugging her shoulders. The doctor in her was trying to diagnose the guard as he came back out but she merely blamed it on the fact that maybe he was hungry. She looked at the herbal tea. With a small sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged off her bag, placing it on the ground before walking over to the tea. She picked up a mug. "Thank you," she said to Irene.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look around at the collection of people, this has been the first group of people he has been with that hasn't tried to kill him in a long time. Too long for Hunter. How long would he stay with these people? He still had a goal, he needed to know about his sister, even though these seemed like people he could trust family came first. Hunter would look out the window and realize it's starting to get dark. "Hmm, it's getting late, we should get some rest. I have one of the two guns." He would look at the group. "Or as far as I know, so i'll take first watch on the porch Irene's defenses should be fine but I don't want to take any chances, any objections?"</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. "Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross Irene sat with a doubtful expression but made her decision quickly. "As long as no one wrecks my house, my cacti or my gardens, or causes me harm, then you can all do what you want." She took a sip of her tea and cast a look around these strangers in her house. Tentatively she decided that Mary was probably her best bet at friendship, which unfortunately would be...new to her. "You finding everything okay?" she asked. "Considering the situation."</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look over to Jonah. "Nails, always have a use for them. Copper wire too if you find some. And if you find a battery that would help as well. Be careful at night though, it's a lot harder too see, and to see them." Hunter would walk onto the porch and sit down.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Park Mary sat down on the couch, comforted by Irene as she spoke to her directly. She sipped from the tea, it's warmth filled her up on the inside. She nodded as Irene asked her question. "I'm sorry for invading your home. I didn't mean to, I was just trying to find some food." She said as she crossed her legs and held he mug in both hands. She eyed Jonah as he stood up. Was he really going to go at night? She frowned a little but the soldier seemed to approve the plan. "Is it a wise plan?" She asked no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter would look into the darkness from the porch. It was calming to him, even with the infected outside, he had enough distance and it was dark enough he should be fine. He kept the gun in his lap, not really to use it but to make sure that no one else would try to use it on him or Irene, Irene was the only person he could trust so far. Plus using it on the infected with only three shots left wasn't a good idea. He had a suppressor in his bag for his rifle, but its use was going to be done soon. In the morning, one way or another, he needed to go out and grab his gear. he could have asked Jonah, But could he trust Jonah with his rifle? Or try to send him onto a highway where the infected could still be in thick numbers? It was better if he did it himself, even with his limp he stood a decent chance on his own. The night air was still calming, though the min reason he was outside was he couldn't sleep. Too many nightmares about the refugee center. He wakes up at night, hearing the same three words before he wakes up. 'Fire, fire, fire!'. Sometimes he's the one holding the gun, the other times he's the one in it. Either way it always stopped there. He didn't have to be a doctor to know how ti was effecting him, More then likely he wouldn't get over the nightmares for a long time. he just hopes it doesn't get int he way of finding his sister...That's all that matters.</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind. It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter guessed he was too quiet on the porch, he looked to his side to see Jonah. He would speak quietly. "Hey, stay calm, stay quiet, they'll leave. Just...don't panic." Hunter would go back to staring into the darkness. "Maybe 4 of them. Not too bad, but should stay quiet at that."</s> <\|message\|>Jonah Smith Jonah jumped onto the porch. He smiled after returning to the safety of the group, bringing with him a few boxes of nails. There were at least a few hundred nails, and he spread the boxes across the floor. "That supply run went fantastic. I nailed it!"</s> <\|message\|>Irene Ross "I hella don't think it's a wise plan," said Irene. "But they can all do what they want. If that crazy Jonah dude gets himself ripped to shreds and turned into a midnight snack, that's his issue, not mine," she informed Mary, thinking that the girl had asked her. "How's the tea?" She jumped at the sound of a knock on the door and slowly opened the door for...oh, he was alive. And he had nails, which would absolutely come in handy! She may have thought the man was insane, but she had to give it to him- going to the hardware, stealing such valuable tools and coming back so quickly? She was impressed. Keeping her voice critical, she said, "You'll want some rest after that adventure."</s>	<\|message\|>Jonah Smith "I don't want rest. I want food, now! And I think I deserve some, although I wouldn't trust myself doing the cooking right now..." Jonah slowly walked to the couch, and closed his eyes when he reached it. "I need rest, but want food. I think that's what I tried to say..." Jonah continued, before closing his eyes again.</s>
<\|description\|>Darko Despair Titles: God of Death and Fear, Torturer of Souls, Lord of Nightmares, Master of Misery True name: Ner'zhul Inspiration: an old Character sheet of mine from Scion Hero/Demigod/God, plus warcraft 3, the undead army, plus the lich king before arthus Appearance: Appears in black robes that flows with tortured souls like a oil spilling in the ocean(statues of him are made of onyx and they are often showing him with three screaming souls swirling about him, his robe looking like its in a breeze and one of his clawed hands holding a limp body, art of him shows him sitting on his throne with a bunch of souls beneath his thrown screaming, and his undead followers in the background) to mortals to the gods Symbols: Mark of Death and Fear, a skull, it will appear in the most bizarre places, and usually where that symbol is seen someone will die or has died, it can appear in water, in the ashes of a burned down house, or even in the sky above a village, this symbol is even burned into the skin on the chest of each of his cultists, sometimes seen marking the way to the secret entrance to enter his realm but the road there is infested with his servants Portfolio: Death domain Alignment: Chaotic Evil Servitars: Undead Weapon: Claws (armored gauntlets that cover his arms and shoulders, each of them clawed and razor sharp) A Scythe, mainly used to put the undead in their place, but to the living, it is the very weapon they fear to see, for if that weapon shows up it always means that death is there to claim His prize, the magic behind this weapon can rip open the very fabric of the world and open up the gates to the underworld (shown in image above on its look) and also carries a book of dark evil magic, written in a forbidden language for the Gods of Light, but for the Gods of darkness, its common tongue, but the language hasn't been seen since the end of the War, and even then, uttering the forbidden tongue was still devastating (the book is spiked and filled with pure evil, written in the blood of the fallen god, Jerüld, the original leader of the gods before he was murdered) for the chosen few weapons that represent fear or death(ex. a scythe, execution ax, hook chains etc) Familiar: Night Mares A Dark Spirit tasked with the job of Delivering Bad Dreams, The Night Mares are truly His Greatest Creation, Capable of Traveling the world in minutes and deliver a bad dream to the wicked, they are his messengers to the mortal world, giving visions of his world and sometimes, if the dreamer is fortunate enough, they will see his plans for the mortals. only if they are lucky. The Nightmares are also his gift to the cults Oracle, for hearing him and understanding his orders Followers: undead followers (listed below) Wraith Brutal and relentless horrid spirits that love nothing more than to terrify and cause panic in the mortal world, the Wraiths bodies make for perfect disguises in a haunt, they can look like a curtain or like a table cloth, they blend with the dark in a distance, but when you see the glow of their hell fire eyes like eyes and their horrible, nails on a chalkboard laugh, run for they don't stop till they are satisfied with their work Ghouls mainly traveled in packs, Ghouls, swarm villages with their numbers, capable of walking like a zombie to running like a human in a matter of seconds, tireless and always hungry, they can devour a whole village within a matter of minutes. Packs consist of 180 to 240 Ghouls. Ghouls Being Fed Banshees Banshees, used their horrible looks and blood curdling screams to terrify and kill their victims in a way worse than you can imagine, their screams shatter window and disorient at distance, but in small rooms, they can Kill, without hesitation. Mortal Followers (listed Below) Cultists They join because they want to, The Cultists, join into his Dark Cults out of fear and wish to be free of it, so, by capturing mortal sacrifices, they worship their Dark God and send him their gifts, The First Cult sacrificed a woman on a alter and caused to much of a hassle to clean up, so they begged him for better means of sacrifice. Hearing their Begging, he decided to grant them that purpose and opened a pit, in the pit was a 10 ghouls, enough to cause screams of Agony and Fear, so, from that point, for the last 500 years, they sacrificed to their God by tossing victims into the pit. Oracle Given the Blessing of the God of Fear and Death, The Oracle is a ruthless relentless woman that wishes nothing more than to carry out her Dark Lords words and wishes, capable of seeing his plans and hearing his words, she is a extremely important asset to the cults of this God, without her the cults would be lost and scattered like cockroaches in the light, Her word is final when it comes to the cults, the only one higher than her, is The Dark Lord himself. Bio: Created out of the screams of agony and fear, he is truly a menace to avoid, capable of bringing out the most feared thing anyone is scared of and control over the afterlife. Before the war he was judged and shunned by his fellow gods, eventually he snapped and joined into a group of Dark Gods known as the Evil Ones, and as he showed that he was without mercy or regret. With his control over the Throne of Damnation, and access to Dark Metal of the Undead, He was a perfect addition to the Council, he used his mastery over fear to scare mortals to death and upon their death created his Undead army of Wraiths, Ghouls and Banshees, and using their unique traits to spread Darkness through out the mortal world. When he was banished to the underworld he thought it best to drag their champions along with him, to punish the gods, now corrupt and tainted, each of the gods old champions, they became the lieutenants of his undead army each with a New name and gifted with a power of the underworld. Lieutenants(shown below) Malantius, , The Death Shroud, once a champion of the Gods of light, now after the great war between the god and he was dragged to the underworld by Darko, he went through great deal of torture till he realized that his God wasnt going to rescue him, so he cursed his old god and submitted to the will of darkness, control over Wraiths and Other spirits of Vengeance in the underworld Netholia, , The Scream Rose, also a champion of the Gods of light, but after she was tortured by the Dark Lord, she was easy to take over, she was bathed in the the sorrows of the souls of suicide and grievance, thus becoming the General of of the Banshees and other weeping spirits in the underworld, her word is law to them, less they feel her wrath, she is known for her victims to be touched by a flower only found in the underworld, marking them for a banshee to scream into their ears Bancrul,, The BoneLord, command over the ghouls and skeletons, this one was difficult to submit, but it took a little convincing and finally he got the fallen champion to curse the gods of light, now he is a scourge on the battle field, wielding a hammer and bearing a heavy suit of armor, he charges into a fight, skull first without hesitation Creatures of the underworld and their Jobs Arachnia-Sula, The GateKeeper Zulious, The Bounty Hunter and Collector Maxius, The Beast Master Drog and Balk The Devour The Dead Council Darkos advisors for both him and his champion Frosh, the Head of the Dead Council Linona, the Blind Seer of the Dead Council Defron, the Voice of Vengeance of the Dead Council Drena, the Voice of Reason of the Dead Council Tower to the dead Council deep within the lands of the plagued forest and in the underworld other- The Throne of Damnation Before the war with his first champion Damnation Dark Citadel The Reapers Teeth The Plague Forest The Dead Door Realm of Fear His Army During and After the War his original champion, before he was slain by the hands of the champion of the God of Champions The Armor of the Champion of Death and Fear Powers: Power over the very things that makes you scared of the dark, control over the Undead and other parts of his domain, The dead being his greatest purpose His Home: his rivers flowing with the souls of the mortals that thrived off murder, the sky weeping with the tears of the soul of the suicide, the land filled with the souls working hard labor digging and mining out the ore of his world, a metal he called Deahruelm,, the metal used by his army for armor and weapons, light but strong and allow mobility, given to the other gods of Evil as a gift from him as a ally. His land filled with the screams of the dead suffering for their sins through out their lives, tortured living that ventured into his realm turning them to pure evil minions of his army Other Weapons The Sword of Souls The Ax of Damnation</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair "My Dear Chakan. You know me when it comes to My deals." He smiled a dark but clever smile. "Yes your immortality will end. Your life a new." He looked down at the threatening immortal. And raised a boney finger and removed her weapons. "To look like a champion of death one must wear the armor and carry the blades." He threw open his dark cloak and like a wave a fear and death surrounded her like a devouring wave in the open sea, there was a torturous burning feeling and when it stopped she was standing in front of the reflect pool and there she was wearing the armor of the Dark Lord and at her sides the blades of the underworld. Made from the same metal found in the underworld. "Time for the test three. Agility, strength and above all. Cunning. My generals will see to your trials. Note that armor and those weapons will increase the three. First I think we will test your strength." He clapped his hands and a hammer slammed into the room followed by a boney skeleton like brute. Chakan might have heard of him Darkos third in command. The Bonelord. The Bonelord looked at Chakan who now wore the Armor of the Dark lord and smiled a toothy boney smile. "This will be over soon." The bonelord lifted his hammer and slammed it down. It was made of the bones of the Warriors he has slain and climes a single bone from each one and dipped it in the Undead metal. His eye red as fire and armor black as night. The dark lord watching as the bone lord squared off with his champion.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s>	<\|message\|>Darko Despair laughed and clapped as Bancrul sat up with his skull in hand and placed back on his head. "I will follow and serve my Lords Champion. My Hammer and my warriors are yours to command." Smashed his large armored fist into his chest. And Darko looked at Chakan. "Slaying my generals is not necessary, entertaining, but not necessary. Next Challange is Cunning. I trust you two know each other very well." There was a smell of a dying rose in the air and floating in from the ceiling was the infamous Scream Rose. She smiled in her torn outfit with a rapier in one hand and a purple rose in the other. Her skin pale as the moon and hair as lovely as the rose in her hand. Her nails were dark purple and sharp and she knew what was about to take place. "I hope your ready for this. My old friend." The Scream rose was cunning when it comes to her abilities. And she knew that she was to be outsmarted by the Immortal champion.</s>
<\|description\|>Darko Despair Titles: God of Death and Fear, Torturer of Souls, Lord of Nightmares, Master of Misery True name: Ner'zhul Inspiration: an old Character sheet of mine from Scion Hero/Demigod/God, plus warcraft 3, the undead army, plus the lich king before arthus Appearance: Appears in black robes that flows with tortured souls like a oil spilling in the ocean(statues of him are made of onyx and they are often showing him with three screaming souls swirling about him, his robe looking like its in a breeze and one of his clawed hands holding a limp body, art of him shows him sitting on his throne with a bunch of souls beneath his thrown screaming, and his undead followers in the background) to mortals to the gods Symbols: Mark of Death and Fear, a skull, it will appear in the most bizarre places, and usually where that symbol is seen someone will die or has died, it can appear in water, in the ashes of a burned down house, or even in the sky above a village, this symbol is even burned into the skin on the chest of each of his cultists, sometimes seen marking the way to the secret entrance to enter his realm but the road there is infested with his servants Portfolio: Death domain Alignment: Chaotic Evil Servitars: Undead Weapon: Claws (armored gauntlets that cover his arms and shoulders, each of them clawed and razor sharp) A Scythe, mainly used to put the undead in their place, but to the living, it is the very weapon they fear to see, for if that weapon shows up it always means that death is there to claim His prize, the magic behind this weapon can rip open the very fabric of the world and open up the gates to the underworld (shown in image above on its look) and also carries a book of dark evil magic, written in a forbidden language for the Gods of Light, but for the Gods of darkness, its common tongue, but the language hasn't been seen since the end of the War, and even then, uttering the forbidden tongue was still devastating (the book is spiked and filled with pure evil, written in the blood of the fallen god, Jerüld, the original leader of the gods before he was murdered) for the chosen few weapons that represent fear or death(ex. a scythe, execution ax, hook chains etc) Familiar: Night Mares A Dark Spirit tasked with the job of Delivering Bad Dreams, The Night Mares are truly His Greatest Creation, Capable of Traveling the world in minutes and deliver a bad dream to the wicked, they are his messengers to the mortal world, giving visions of his world and sometimes, if the dreamer is fortunate enough, they will see his plans for the mortals. only if they are lucky. The Nightmares are also his gift to the cults Oracle, for hearing him and understanding his orders Followers: undead followers (listed below) Wraith Brutal and relentless horrid spirits that love nothing more than to terrify and cause panic in the mortal world, the Wraiths bodies make for perfect disguises in a haunt, they can look like a curtain or like a table cloth, they blend with the dark in a distance, but when you see the glow of their hell fire eyes like eyes and their horrible, nails on a chalkboard laugh, run for they don't stop till they are satisfied with their work Ghouls mainly traveled in packs, Ghouls, swarm villages with their numbers, capable of walking like a zombie to running like a human in a matter of seconds, tireless and always hungry, they can devour a whole village within a matter of minutes. Packs consist of 180 to 240 Ghouls. Ghouls Being Fed Banshees Banshees, used their horrible looks and blood curdling screams to terrify and kill their victims in a way worse than you can imagine, their screams shatter window and disorient at distance, but in small rooms, they can Kill, without hesitation. Mortal Followers (listed Below) Cultists They join because they want to, The Cultists, join into his Dark Cults out of fear and wish to be free of it, so, by capturing mortal sacrifices, they worship their Dark God and send him their gifts, The First Cult sacrificed a woman on a alter and caused to much of a hassle to clean up, so they begged him for better means of sacrifice. Hearing their Begging, he decided to grant them that purpose and opened a pit, in the pit was a 10 ghouls, enough to cause screams of Agony and Fear, so, from that point, for the last 500 years, they sacrificed to their God by tossing victims into the pit. Oracle Given the Blessing of the God of Fear and Death, The Oracle is a ruthless relentless woman that wishes nothing more than to carry out her Dark Lords words and wishes, capable of seeing his plans and hearing his words, she is a extremely important asset to the cults of this God, without her the cults would be lost and scattered like cockroaches in the light, Her word is final when it comes to the cults, the only one higher than her, is The Dark Lord himself. Bio: Created out of the screams of agony and fear, he is truly a menace to avoid, capable of bringing out the most feared thing anyone is scared of and control over the afterlife. Before the war he was judged and shunned by his fellow gods, eventually he snapped and joined into a group of Dark Gods known as the Evil Ones, and as he showed that he was without mercy or regret. With his control over the Throne of Damnation, and access to Dark Metal of the Undead, He was a perfect addition to the Council, he used his mastery over fear to scare mortals to death and upon their death created his Undead army of Wraiths, Ghouls and Banshees, and using their unique traits to spread Darkness through out the mortal world. When he was banished to the underworld he thought it best to drag their champions along with him, to punish the gods, now corrupt and tainted, each of the gods old champions, they became the lieutenants of his undead army each with a New name and gifted with a power of the underworld. Lieutenants(shown below) Malantius, , The Death Shroud, once a champion of the Gods of light, now after the great war between the god and he was dragged to the underworld by Darko, he went through great deal of torture till he realized that his God wasnt going to rescue him, so he cursed his old god and submitted to the will of darkness, control over Wraiths and Other spirits of Vengeance in the underworld Netholia, , The Scream Rose, also a champion of the Gods of light, but after she was tortured by the Dark Lord, she was easy to take over, she was bathed in the the sorrows of the souls of suicide and grievance, thus becoming the General of of the Banshees and other weeping spirits in the underworld, her word is law to them, less they feel her wrath, she is known for her victims to be touched by a flower only found in the underworld, marking them for a banshee to scream into their ears Bancrul,, The BoneLord, command over the ghouls and skeletons, this one was difficult to submit, but it took a little convincing and finally he got the fallen champion to curse the gods of light, now he is a scourge on the battle field, wielding a hammer and bearing a heavy suit of armor, he charges into a fight, skull first without hesitation Creatures of the underworld and their Jobs Arachnia-Sula, The GateKeeper Zulious, The Bounty Hunter and Collector Maxius, The Beast Master Drog and Balk The Devour The Dead Council Darkos advisors for both him and his champion Frosh, the Head of the Dead Council Linona, the Blind Seer of the Dead Council Defron, the Voice of Vengeance of the Dead Council Drena, the Voice of Reason of the Dead Council Tower to the dead Council deep within the lands of the plagued forest and in the underworld other- The Throne of Damnation Before the war with his first champion Damnation Dark Citadel The Reapers Teeth The Plague Forest The Dead Door Realm of Fear His Army During and After the War his original champion, before he was slain by the hands of the champion of the God of Champions The Armor of the Champion of Death and Fear Powers: Power over the very things that makes you scared of the dark, control over the Undead and other parts of his domain, The dead being his greatest purpose His Home: his rivers flowing with the souls of the mortals that thrived off murder, the sky weeping with the tears of the soul of the suicide, the land filled with the souls working hard labor digging and mining out the ore of his world, a metal he called Deahruelm,, the metal used by his army for armor and weapons, light but strong and allow mobility, given to the other gods of Evil as a gift from him as a ally. His land filled with the screams of the dead suffering for their sins through out their lives, tortured living that ventured into his realm turning them to pure evil minions of his army Other Weapons The Sword of Souls The Ax of Damnation</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s>	<\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s>
<\|description\|>X (pronounced "ecks") Titles: The Voice of the Silent, The Lord of Whispers, Veiled One. True name: Truly a secret worthy of the God of Secrets: Apocrypha Inspiration: Appearance: Appearing to both Mortals and Gods in the same form, X does not differ his appearance to either party. A flowing robe conceals his physical manifestation, dissolving the God to little more than a pair of long slender hands emerging from the sleeves and a partial face beyond the veil of eternal mystery. There is no face beyond the lower half of his visage, and in truth nothing beneath the robes. Symbols: A circle with an X, representing something not only disallowed once, but twice over as something truly forbidden. It is also a reference to his namesake. Portfolio: Secrets Domain; Subdomains of Arcana, Mystery, and Truth. X governs information and the flow of information. That which is known can be struck from memory, that which is not known can be revealed. Even Omniscience of the gods cannot undo what X has done once a secret is made. X harbors these secrets in his forbidden books and controls the darkest secrets of the world. He was once a god of knowledge, specifically dangerous knowledge and his domain entices others who seek it. For there is power in secrets, and what secrets does the God of Secrets harbor from the Gods themselves? Alignment: Lawful Neutral Servitors: Inherently Blind, Deaf and Mute, these phantasmal creatures are chained to their respective lecterns. They merely keep the structure afloat and mobile as they record in their book that which was seen, heard or spoken by stealing the sensation of others which can see, hear or speak for their own. Their books are often treasured as analects of secrets or volumes of recorded history, some may even transcend the ordinary and become a Forbidden Book. Weapon: The Forbidden Books of Knowledge: Secrets are power. Scattered throughout the world in the aftermath of the God Wars, these artifacts of X may fall into the hands of mortals often not by chance alone. The mystical books harbor many topics from the hidden arts of summoning creatures which should not be, to the method of attaining godhood. Nevertheless, all secrets come at a price, and to glean information from one of the sealed books one must break the seal placed upon it by X. To do so would be to offer a great revelation, an important secret that no one else knows, and with this exchange of information does book unlock itself and reveal a sliver of knowledge before sealing itself once more to hear another secret. In such a way, one secret is revealed and traded for another. While the books themselves have secret names, mortals who know of their existence give them common names. The Compendium Explanaris for example is a traveller's guide to the far realms at the edge of known creation. The Diabolic Folio lists out methods to conjure terrible evil avatars from the underworld, while The Volume of Exalted Paragons is summons forth avatars of good from the Heavens. The Blackest Grimoire is filled with the practice of necromancy and beyond with the secret to create new life. The Fata Matera is a book of fate, detailing methods of how to change fate and defy the gods. Lesser books are unnamed and contain secrets of sorcery, magic and arcana, while others are caches of secrets kept throughout history which can be brought to light to change it. Finally the greatest of all: The Ledger of Apotheosis where all secrets are kept, and the true names and whispered banes of the immortals themselves are rumored to be. The Ledger of Apotheosis is said to be the Book which appears with X as he manifests in physical form. Familiar: White and Black Pepper Moths. The White Moths reveal secrets, while the Black Moths create secrets. Followers: They who seek to learn the secret fates of others. They who seek to learn the secrets of the arcane arts, esoteric and more. The Order of the White Moth seeks to collect and protect secrets. The Order of the Black Moth seeks to collect and use secrets. Bio: Long ago, before the great schism of the gods, X was a God of Knowledge, benevolent and kind. There was no need for secrecy, silence was never needed for an answer. X knew all, well beyond the stretch of the other gods, X saw deep into the world and of its inner workings. For a time, the mortals knew X for the gifts he brought alongside his brethren. The knowledge of how to tame fire, magic and medicine to name a few things X had deemed appropriate for the Mortals and approved by the other gods as he argued reasons why they should have such knowledge. Fire to provide them warmth and allow them to send burnt offerings to their gods, Magic to shape their world without the need of divine intervention, and Medicine such that they may extend their lives to worship their gods. All these things X believed were well and good, and for centuries it was. Then was made the first secret of existence. That which X did not know came into the minds and thoughts of the Evil gods. This was the first fall of power he had experienced, and from it, they had used his lack of knowledge against him. They had planned this for decades beyond time, with humans they rebelled against the Creator using the very knowledge X had so innocently given away years before. And so it began, a war known now as the Clash of Gods. When it was over, X was no longer the God of Knowledge, but rather now corrupted by the birth of Secrets. The Creator had asked of X one task for his failings. Though he was found innocent of conspiring with the Evil Gods, he was sentenced to dwell in the heavens, never again to intercede and bring the gift of Knowledge to the world. But not before striking out the name of Fallen one from all of history, time and memory. This was his first act, as the God of Secrets. Now in the ethereal realms of his hidden sanctum does he listens to the world. Recording that which is unseen by the public eye. Lovers moonlight trysts, assassination plots and more. Watching vigilant against those who would abuse knowledge as the evil ones did.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair laughed and clapped as Bancrul sat up with his skull in hand and placed back on his head. "I will follow and serve my Lords Champion. My Hammer and my warriors are yours to command." Smashed his large armored fist into his chest. And Darko looked at Chakan. "Slaying my generals is not necessary, entertaining, but not necessary. Next Challange is Cunning. I trust you two know each other very well." There was a smell of a dying rose in the air and floating in from the ceiling was the infamous Scream Rose. She smiled in her torn outfit with a rapier in one hand and a purple rose in the other. Her skin pale as the moon and hair as lovely as the rose in her hand. Her nails were dark purple and sharp and she knew what was about to take place. "I hope your ready for this. My old friend." The Scream rose was cunning when it comes to her abilities. And she knew that she was to be outsmarted by the Immortal champion.</s> <\|message\|>Calcifer As much as Hal didn't like it, Darko was right; If this unknown enemy is to be confronted then there would need to be some amount of working together on both dark and light sides of the gods. Hal lingered not much longer after Darko before heading back down the mountain. Hal trusted his griffin would be able to reach his guards in time, and deliver the warning of this coming enemy. The griffin flew high and fast over the vast forested valley between the meeting place and its destination. Hal was wrong, though, in his thought that the enemy had not yet reached the gate, and upon arrival the griffin found no one there. Using its powerful wings it gently landed on the open area before the signal of anima portas and looked around. The griffin knew immediately that something was not right and began to take off and alert Hal, his master, when a man charged out of the woods after it yelling in Dark Speak. "finally, ul meukukengas arriveuk!" The man left a trail of burning embers as he ran, and leapt onto the griffin that was now ten feet in the air. This took the griffin by surprise and it began flapping and tumbling wildly back to the ground. "perhapuk Hal saib ukee alnej now, um uko katu ku ij sma meukukage." The man left scorch marks on the animal where he touched it causing it to crow in pain. The man pulled out a large dagger and stabbed it into the joint where the wing of the griffin attached to its body. "oh righav!" The man exclaimed looking straight into the griffins eyes. "lat can'av julderukavand alnej like kigiji." The man began to speak normally as the griffin writhed on the ground beneath him. "Your guardians are dead, and your griffin won't last long like this. Also I have broken the seal, and intend to release and command the Forsaken Army." Removing his dagger from the beast he then stabbed it into the the other wing joint. "I am the coming darkness and I will make my name known!" Calcifer jumped off the griffin and drew his sword. The blade was slender, though not enough to be a rapiar, and let off a faint glow of pale blue. As the sword came near to the ground it let out small bursts of black lightning. "I am Calcifer!" He yelled as he dashed at the downed and helpless griffin. Using his sword as a lance he plunged it in just above the coller bone to the hilt. The griffin let out a half crow, stared into the sky and then fell limp almost pulling the sword out as it fell to the ground. Calcifer let out a yell that was half man and half demonic roar as he stood over the dead griffin, and sighed. Calcifer was standing there taking deep breaths staring at the dead griffin as he began to slowly turn back to his human form. Putting his sword back into its sheath he then stared toward the tomb where the Forsaken Army was sealed. "I hope you can get here fast, because there is nothing that can stop me when I come back out of here. Not even Darko can undo the curse upon these warriors." Calcifer walked past the field of fallen centaurs, some missing limbs and others smoldering and on fire, but all the wounds were seared from the blade Calcifer used. Taking no interest in these fallen foes Calcifer came to a great stone door way, placed his hand on it and spoke again in Dark Speak. "afar ul powas kigija jiak have agh ul Burzum jiak poukukeukuk, kilgjis dooruk liwo hap!" from his hand the great door began to crack and crumble, then with a shove the entire door fell to pieces. "I… Have returned."</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s>	<\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko looked at Hal. It was true that the Father of the Gods would not meddle with the affairs of his children. He could only sigh and nod. "This is true. And even though we haven't gotten along since the clash. I see no reason why we can't work together again. If what you speak of is true. The Forsaken Army is once again about to be freed and a war is to start again from an unknown enemy. The Forsaken followed one command though and for the Death of me I can't even remember anything about him." There was a faint smell of a dying rose in the air and Darko turned his attention to the shadows where The Scream Rose stepped in. "My lord Darko, your champion has reached the underworld. Shall I tell her you will be back soon." Darko nodded and turned back to Hal and sighed "only one would know why we can't remember and unfortunately he plays games and makes riddles of the problem. We'll brother I must go." He summoned his nightmares and touched all but 1. Each given a order. "Hal. Brother. We must gather our full strength. I suggest a champion for yourself. This threat is big. And we shall need to deal with it. Together. No more enemies among gods. The sacred mountain has always been a peaceful place I'm pretty sure we can come here again." With that darko mounted the last dark horse and road off to the underworld, to his citadel.@Master Crim Now back in the underworld The torches that were held high in the Dark castle of the underworld lit with a evil flame. Darko walked into the dark citadel and noticed the Werewolf with his goddess and looked around and pondered. Darko walked up the bone like steps of his throne and sat on his throne. And waited for his champion.@Wraithblade6</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla So Hal and Darko had both left without noticing her. That had of course been Sekaulla's intention all along. But she had heard everything. She had seen the dead guards and heard the foreboding words. High in the skies above, she schemed. The sounds of footsteps reached the werewolf's newly remade ears. Closer and closer they approached, until the faint glow of undead eyes exacted their location. Chakan glared at Dyleon with malice. "What is this? Another one of Darko's hellbeasts for me to slay?" She looked like a kid who was just asked to clean her room, as if Dyleon was just another boring task for her to do. "So be it. Die quickly monster." She brought up her swords and gave Dyleon the chance to make the first mistake.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko looked up at immortal and slammed his scythe down and with a surge of power brought her before his throne steps and on one knee. That scythe was not a mere weapon it was darkos source of control to the dead and more in the underworld. "Enough" darko lifted the weapon off the ground and stood up from his throne. "A task my immortal servant, a deal made whole." He raised his hand and lifted her off her knee and he smile through his cowl. "My, my, you have been collecting a lot of dust over the centuries my immortal." He waved his hand and it seemed the flesh from her bones grew back her old strength returned. "I have a final task for you a threat Grows in the mortal world and you are to lead my armies against it."</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla Before Chakan could engage the bloody werecreature, the image of a scythe dropped hard out of nowhere and the familiar divine magic of her god, Darko, transported her to some other, far deeper, royal realm of Hades. She found herself down on a knee and her lord enthroned before her. Chakan gasped in shock. "Darko!" Darko lifted her, and healed her wounds, restoring her strength. It was an unexpected gift, and the hardened female warrior could only stand confused and silent. She lifted her hands and looked down at them in amazement... and fear. Her lively beauty appeared to be restored! How cruel it would be for Darko to suddenly snatch it away from her... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to be impervious to his torture, but when she opened them again, her body had not changed. The god of Death was... sincere?? She looked at Darko next, an innocent expression that almost made her beautiful. Then, her face returned to her usual flat frown, and she stood, but she had been definitely shocked into listening. Something extremely serious had happened. If Darko was asking this of her, then the situation was indeed dire. Chakan puzzled over what in the 9 hells and all the realms of existence could have precipitated him to do this. "You command me to lead your armies, to destroy this threat in the material realm?" She blinked as she considered the weight of what was going down. "And in exchange, you would be willing to end my immortality?" A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what the hell was going on. Darko reassured her. "I have your word?! My death will be paid for?" She knew the god was bound to keep his promises. She almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. Her pride fought with her feelings of gratitude. "Then yes, Darko. Yes! I will do as you ask, but do not deceive me!" She threatened. Although an uncontested warrior, Chakan was insolent. Even so, she was fully controllable due to her own relentless desire. "I will lead our armies and end whatever is this threat you speak of, for you know how great is my one desire. Let this be our trade, our deal made whole."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair "My Dear Chakan. You know me when it comes to My deals." He smiled a dark but clever smile. "Yes your immortality will end. Your life a new." He looked down at the threatening immortal. And raised a boney finger and removed her weapons. "To look like a champion of death one must wear the armor and carry the blades." He threw open his dark cloak and like a wave a fear and death surrounded her like a devouring wave in the open sea, there was a torturous burning feeling and when it stopped she was standing in front of the reflect pool and there she was wearing the armor of the Dark Lord and at her sides the blades of the underworld. Made from the same metal found in the underworld. "Time for the test three. Agility, strength and above all. Cunning. My generals will see to your trials. Note that armor and those weapons will increase the three. First I think we will test your strength." He clapped his hands and a hammer slammed into the room followed by a boney skeleton like brute. Chakan might have heard of him Darkos third in command. The Bonelord. The Bonelord looked at Chakan who now wore the Armor of the Dark lord and smiled a toothy boney smile. "This will be over soon." The bonelord lifted his hammer and slammed it down. It was made of the bones of the Warriors he has slain and climes a single bone from each one and dipped it in the Undead metal. His eye red as fire and armor black as night. The dark lord watching as the bone lord squared off with his champion.</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way." Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth. Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Calcifer As much as Hal didn't like it, Darko was right; If this unknown enemy is to be confronted then there would need to be some amount of working together on both dark and light sides of the gods. Hal lingered not much longer after Darko before heading back down the mountain. Hal trusted his griffin would be able to reach his guards in time, and deliver the warning of this coming enemy. The griffin flew high and fast over the vast forested valley between the meeting place and its destination. Hal was wrong, though, in his thought that the enemy had not yet reached the gate, and upon arrival the griffin found no one there. Using its powerful wings it gently landed on the open area before the signal of anima portas and looked around. The griffin knew immediately that something was not right and began to take off and alert Hal, his master, when a man charged out of the woods after it yelling in Dark Speak. "finally, ul meukukengas arriveuk!" The man left a trail of burning embers as he ran, and leapt onto the griffin that was now ten feet in the air. This took the griffin by surprise and it began flapping and tumbling wildly back to the ground. "perhapuk Hal saib ukee alnej now, um uko katu ku ij sma meukukage." The man left scorch marks on the animal where he touched it causing it to crow in pain. The man pulled out a large dagger and stabbed it into the joint where the wing of the griffin attached to its body. "oh righav!" The man exclaimed looking straight into the griffins eyes. "lat can'av julderukavand alnej like kigiji." The man began to speak normally as the griffin writhed on the ground beneath him. "Your guardians are dead, and your griffin won't last long like this. Also I have broken the seal, and intend to release and command the Forsaken Army." Removing his dagger from the beast he then stabbed it into the the other wing joint. "I am the coming darkness and I will make my name known!" Calcifer jumped off the griffin and drew his sword. The blade was slender, though not enough to be a rapiar, and let off a faint glow of pale blue. As the sword came near to the ground it let out small bursts of black lightning. "I am Calcifer!" He yelled as he dashed at the downed and helpless griffin. Using his sword as a lance he plunged it in just above the coller bone to the hilt. The griffin let out a half crow, stared into the sky and then fell limp almost pulling the sword out as it fell to the ground. Calcifer let out a yell that was half man and half demonic roar as he stood over the dead griffin, and sighed. Calcifer was standing there taking deep breaths staring at the dead griffin as he began to slowly turn back to his human form. Putting his sword back into its sheath he then stared toward the tomb where the Forsaken Army was sealed. "I hope you can get here fast, because there is nothing that can stop me when I come back out of here. Not even Darko can undo the curse upon these warriors." Calcifer walked past the field of fallen centaurs, some missing limbs and others smoldering and on fire, but all the wounds were seared from the blade Calcifer used. Taking no interest in these fallen foes Calcifer came to a great stone door way, placed his hand on it and spoke again in Dark Speak. "afar ul powas kigija jiak have agh ul Burzum jiak poukukeukuk, kilgjis dooruk liwo hap!" from his hand the great door began to crack and crumble, then with a shove the entire door fell to pieces. "I… Have returned."</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s> <\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Dragon Realm, Muspelheim Muspelheim had always been a dreary place, more so back when the one who ruled over it soared its skies. Nowadays, what's left is the crackling sound of flowing lava and rock that can be heard in the background. The Hell Lizards had and will always roam its lands, forever bound to the will of their Overlord. This day though is not like the rest. Fregion's Castle, Idian Depths Inside the towering castle that is Idian Depths, in the master hall, Fregion layed on the floor, his wings overlapping his body as if he was inside a cocoon. Today would signal the end of his 100 year sleep cycle. As he began to awaken, the temperature in the immediate area surrounding the castle started to slowly rise, eventually peaking at about 10.000 degrees Fahrenheit. Fregion's body slowly started shifting in its position; He was still enveloped in the grogginess of slumber and it was minutes before he found himself able to move. He started unfolding his wings one by one before finally revealing himself. He stood on his four legs and sniffed the air around him, his mind quickly encompassing the whole of Muspelheim. "Yes..." he thought, pleased that everything was as he had left it 100 years ago. His servants immediately sensed that their Lord had awakened and one by one, let out roars, paying their respects. The crackling of flowing lava wasn't the only sound that could be heard over Muspelheim anymore. In parallel with his awakening, the pale blue fire-stone that he had gifted each and every of his fellow gods ages back, before the Clash of Gods, as a means of knowing when he was awake, started emitting a bright blue glow, his powers re-igniting the fire burning inside of it. At that moment, Padmarashka entered the master hall and kneeled in front of his Lord. "Ahh, Padmarashka. It's been too long since I've seen you, my faithful servant" Fregion told him. "Indeed my Lord, It's been too long. Muspelheim welcomes you back from the world of dreams" the drakan answered back. "Right before I went to sleep you had amassed 164 straight victories. Tell me Padmarashka, how many victories do you have now?" Fregion asked, curious to hear the number. "Yes. Unfortunately my Lord, the count has only risen by 11 and now stands at 175. As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer Hell Lizards that reached a level high enough to be able to challenge me and all 11 of them ultimately met their demise in my hands. Your servant fears that in due time, there will be no one left to challenge him within his kin." Padmarashka's answer stirred something inside Fregion and he started laughing. "If I knew back when I evolved you, that you would become as powerful as you are now, I would have toned the improvements down a notch" Fregion said and let out another hearty laugh but soon went back to being serious, "What is the situation in the mortal realm?" he asked his servant. "My Lord, the mortals have prospered much since you fell into slumber. Unfortunately though, they seems to have forgotten about you. They no longer pray to you and instead, see you as a myth, the legend of the four-winged beast that soared the darkened skies above the battlefields of the gods. You are still mentioned in some of their books, a slight reference here, a rough sketch there but nothing more" Padmarashka told his master with a sad look on his face. "Hmmmm..." Fregion nodded while listening to his servant. He himself had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of mortals so being forgotten by them as the years went by was indeed a natural consequence of his choices. "Fair enough. Now, I desire to inspect my realm. You are dismissed" he told the drakan who, after a slight bow of his head, quickly left the master hall. Fregion closed his eyes and broadened his mind.</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s>
<\|description\|>Sekaulla Titles: Goddess of slaughter and carnage, bearer of endless thirst, embodiment of bloodshed, mother of war, red death, blood goddess, the flayed one, goddess of vampires, huntress of the damned, devourer of the wounded, life drinker. True name: Sekhmet Inspiration: A female blood god. Sekaulla is ever thirsty for the blood of the living. Her presence inspires horror and violence. She is seen as a manifestation of divine wrath, killing en mass, as on a battlefield. Sekaulla embodies the folly of war, killing all who engage in bloodshed, blood which she will in-essence devour. She is monstrous and feared, rather than motherly and comforting. Appearance: No one truly knows what Sekaulla looks like. She is usually merely a terrifying presence, like a force of nature, taking any form she wills out of the blood and carnage in an area. Rivulets of blood miraculously stream together to form a grotesque and dripping body, perhaps a fleshbeast, or once she manifested as a ill-defined swirling dragon of blood, able to fly high above the mortals below, inspiring terror for miles. To gods, she may appear as a usually faceless woman in red, which upon closer inspection is seen to be liquid blood. Symbols: A single drop of blood free-falling, flanked by two crescent moons facing away from each other. Portfolio: Blood Alignment: Neutral Evil Servitars: Vampires. Weapon: Sekaulla herself uses blood as her weapon, like hemokinesis, but she has magic as do all gods. Her priests wield sacred tontfas, but most of her champions use bloodmagic. Familiar: Wolves. Followers: Often vampires, but also many humans, and a smattering of other beings who may often find themselves favoring combat as a way of life. Warlike races will bless their weapons to allow the blood they shed to flow to her, least she become angry and favor the enemy. She gives magic to blood mages, has priests to sacrifice for her and direct her followers, and can summon powerful monsters made from blood and freshly dead body parts. Bio: Sekhmet was an original divine denizen of the underworld long before the clash of the gods. As one of the dark gods, she was at first unknown to those favored by the Creator above. Her influence was meek as they ruled amongst each other until the clash happened. The battle summoned her, fed her, and Sekhmet rose from the underworld, seeping in through the cracks between the planes of reality to engage in the slaughter herself. With each wound, each injury, and each drop of ichor spilt, her power grew, until she formed a colossal dragon of blood so enormous and powerful that she began swallowing lesser gods whole. Blind to alignment, making no distinction between sides, she devoured an endless red sea. Amid such bloodletting and carnage, she was neigh unstoppable, until finally the remaining gods realized their folly and ceased waring amongst themselves long enough to diminish her. When the blood stopped flowing, her power waned, and she fell with Darko back through the planes into the realm of banishment. Here, she consents to his dominion over the underworld and shares in his scheming.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Deep within the Hallowed halls of the Tomb. A creature tasked with guarding the Forsaken tomb stomped and crashed it's way through the dark. Two pairs of red eyes came around the corner of a dark hall and spoke in a dark death like voice. "nalkriuk dareuk hap kigiji avomb" it spotted Calcifer and started to drool from both of its monstrous mouths. It's hands looked like that could crush boulders. It was obvious a creature of Darkos not by its appearance but but by its smell. It smelled like it was buried under a pile of a thousand foul smelling corpses. It wrapped one of those large hands around a pillar and snarled and one of the heads spoke in the same voice. "khe'uk avime ve ha agh ushk par naj-ri'uk maushat" it pressed on the pillar breaking it and hurtled the chunks at Calcifer</s> <\|message\|>Fregion "For myself no. For my brother Hal. I have scythe this is true. But for Hal and it is true. An unknown threat has brought down the guardians. Don't believe me then let me show you. I'm sure you remember the forsaken army. One of the tomb seals has already been broken." Fregion watched as Darko opened the portal and showed him the broken seal on the Forsaken Tomb. "Then this is more serious than I anticipated. The Forsaken Army must not be awakened. The only thing that worries me is the person who was able to do such things. Killing a Sanctum Guard AND unsealing one of those seals are feats that no mortal is capable of pulling off" he told Darko. Fregion breathed fire into the wall behind him and it crumbled into a pile of rubble. From within the rubble, a room filled with lava was revealed. In the center of the pool of lava was a patch of ground where the sword layed on. "Go on, take it. But if I find out you lied and took the sword for yourself and not to give it to Hal, I'll personally make it so you regret the day you lied to me," Fregion said while glaring at Darko. "I've decided to take arms against this foe as well so I'll be going over to the Sacred Mountains Inner Sanctum to see with my own eyes what has happened and act accordingly" he added and opened a portal that connected with the foot of the Sacred Mountain, before transforming himself to his human form and passing over to the mortal realm.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko smiled and walked over to the sword heeding his words. "Trust me lord of fire. My word is what makes me so good at deals." he walked over and grasped the sword and lifted it up. He summoned a black cloth and wrapped it around the blade and looked at Fregion who had just left. Darko lifted his scythe and sliced open the fabric of the world and walked through it into the area Hal had mentioned to him. He placed the sword on the table and felt a call back to the underworld. He pulled out a large black quill and a parchment from his cloak and wrote on it. 'Hal, brother. I have retrieved your sword from fregion and left it here. Sealed in a barrier that to my memory you and I created. Only your touch shall break the seal and I must return to the underworld. My council summons. And I can't delay. I will bring word of my council to the meet. Sincerely Darko' he rolled up the scroll and left it on he sword and placed the barrier. Then vanished to the underworld and walked into a grand tower and looked around "Dead Council summons me here and I question it" The monster in the dark of the forsaken tomb roared at Calcifer and as it roared more glowing red eyes appeared in the dark of the tomb, then a stampede of dark horses ran passed Calcifer headed to the plagued forest and the rest of the land of blight that belonged to darko. They entered crypts and tombs and slammed into a pillar made of bone which started to give off a faint glow. Mist started to radiate off of the bone pillar then souls started to fly out of the pillars in each tomb and fly into the bones and corpses that were in the tombs and crypts. Bones started to climb out of the caskets and ghouls started to climb out of the ground. Carrying swords and shields and other sorts of weapons they started to march toward the location where the generals stood in wait. Waiting for their commander Chakan, The Champion of Darko, to arrive. The army marched by the Thousands they seemed to march from everywhere. From of the plagued lands to and from the frozen tundra of the to the Crim@Wraithblade6</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla The blood ran over the stones and down the cracks until it came to pool at Calcifer's feet. He scooped it up into his hand, recognizing with ease the presence of the blood goddess. Through magic, the blood spoke in echos of whispers to Calcifer. "I see a thirst akin to my own in you, stranger. Darkness, vengeance, blood about to be spilt... god's blood! I sense a god in you, dark hearted one. I know you, yet I do not know you. It is the blood you have shed for me that remembers you. It tells me of you. Blood never lies." Out of a reddening cloud above, a massive snake-like red dragon of pliable, liquid form slowly descended before Calcifer. It was Sekaulla herself, present, emminating her lustful glory as she fixed her glowing eyes on him. "In chaos, I am sustained." The dragon suddenly lunged forth, and just as Calcifer thought the goddess would devouer him flat out, the gaping maw of fang and carnage brushed past him and snapped shut around the tomb guardian, devouring him whole. The guardian wouldn't be reporting to Darko anytime soon... or ever for that matter. Sekaula couldn't remember Calcifer, but she knew bloodlust when she saw it. The harold of carnage, former god of chaos, could give her much to drink before the end of all things.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla All the armies gathered as if hearing orders that sounded only for their ears. Atop a mighty nightmare, Chakan rode, more powerful than ever, a fearsome presence, dread in her wake. Vampires, skeletal behemoths, and every kind of wraith or ghost or undead monstrosity marched or floated alongside and behind her. Powerful deathknights and liches spiked the army at strategic locations. Glowing eyes and vaporous fumes adorned their mass. "Darko, god of death! I have returned, and I have gathered your forces as you have commanded. We stand eternally ready, devoted to your will."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko, stood in the underworld before a Dead Council. They four stood there staring at him, the Blind Seer raised her hand and spoke faintly "You have come oh great lord, you honor us with your presence. But you know of the great danger that walks the world at this moment. Yet at the same time you know nothing of the Enemy that threatens. she sat in her chair elegantly. Darko looked at her and pondered her statement and was about to speak when the Head of the Council spoke "these games we know are not for you Lord Darko, but it is best you hear them. The threat you know of seems familiar but at the same time you hold no memory of. Darko looked at the head of the Council and spoke. "You right members of the Dead council. I need to heed the warnings and yes. This threat seems vaguely familiar. I do question it still. But what am I to do, my champion is ready for battle even as we speak, I have no clue where the blood goddess is and to make matters even more painful I have to make peace with my brother Hal. So you tell me. What is it that the threat is." The army marched behind Chakan. It marched without fear. Wraiths, Banshees, Ghosts and Undead Dragons flew in the air in the distance behind the marching army. Skeletons and ghouls with pikes, spears, and tridents marched with shields marched the front lines. Liches floated in the back of the front line. Behemoths and other undead giants pulled corpse launchers behind them. Death Knights rode close beside Chakan as her personal guard even though her immortality denies it. Darkos generals, marched, flew and floated by Chakan. The Death Shroud looked down at Chakan, and spoke in a raspy voice, "Would you like me to scout ahead, Champion of Death?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sekaulla "Yes Death Shroud. Scout ahead and tell me what this enemy is that our lord has called us forth. If Darko wants victory, his general must formulate an informed strategy. Go now. We will lie in wait."</s>
<\|description\|>Calcifer Main Antagonist Pre-fall Name: Calcifer God of Chaos Age: his mortal body is 38 Outfit: this is how he looks when he is trying to make a good appearance, and when he is in control of his anger. Personality: Jaded, arrogant and not all there most times. Calcifer has slowly gone insane, but not outwardly. He can compose himself quite nicely, but he can easily turn violent and not think twice about cutting someone into pieces. Alignment:Chaotic Evil without gods. Morality: "yeah, so what if I did turn that guy into dog food?" Likes: fighting. Dislikes: everything. Secrets: He is the fallen god of entropy and plots to kill all the gods as he blames them for his punishment. Will PM @The Grey Dust with further secrets that he would be privy to. Companion (Optional): The same bird he used as a messenger when he was a god. Other:None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s> <\|message\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. No blood signified a coming birth, And the child would be born by blood, And the child would be baptized by blood, and death at last once more by absence of blood. The red cycle, as the mystics know. It was quiet in the void of being, where his consciousness dwelt as his body melted into naught but blood. Not quite alive, yet not quite dead, somewhere between as his heart beat with a steady thumping. What was the body but a machine to consume? To feed upon the precious fluid which was blood? The brain was nothing more than guide to seek it, the stomach and lungs to enrich it, the bones and sinew to make and consume it. But the heart was there to distribute it. To share her to the rest of the world, to drown it in her unrelenting love. Blood, the most divine of all prima materia. There it was, a soft and gentle call, a beckon by his mistress, a red light to pierce the blank void. He was hers, and she remembered her faithful servant. With a metaphysical smile Dyleon faded from this void... Only to wake to find his eyes a new, staring at the shapeless form that was his beloved. Her hand reaching at his newly formed chest, claws tearing into the soft skin and plucking from its wicker cage a beating heart. Like a precious ruby, held in her hand as he offered it freely, suppressing a grunt of pain as he felt the gem severed from the source. Falling over in supination, from both the shock and unending adoration, clutching the hole she left behind as it sealed up. A perfect servant, devoted, dedicated and now once again deathless. "As you command my love..." Dyleon whispered as she drifted away into the darkness. Reborn, still tender of flesh and weak of bone, fragile though the blood coursed through him. His body strengthened once more slowly, his unclothed form changing as it hardened into a killing machine again, his eyes twinkling with a bloodlust as his vigor returned. As naked as newborn babe, but as innocent as one who just committed a massacre. His strength returned, the blood coursing swiftly through him as his hunger grew. Blood, his body demanded, his blood magics allowed him to live without his heart, yet required him to be sustained by gallons of it. He growled as his form changed, his face elongating as his long black and red hair grew out into fur. A tail formed and claws grew from nails as fangs descended. The Werewolf howled at his goddess, towards the endless sky of hades, his song of praise. His ears twitched, a bestial growl greeted Chakan as he sniffed the airs around her. "Dogs chew bones, Wolves drink blood. I am no beast of Darko, I serve Sekaulla, my mistress, my love, my Goddess. You have no blood to spill, no tribute to give her... Why would I hunt you?" But before He could glean an answer, Chakan was summoned to another place. Leaving Dyleon alone in Hell. Or was he? No the air smelled of blood, rich in power, beyond the blood of humans. True to his canine form, he panted, his saliva thick in wanting. So commanded the goddess to hunt the prey, so shall he feast upon them... Time to Raise Hell by laying waste to it. A bloodbath.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Fregion listened as Darko told him about the events that had taken place in the mortal realm. When he reached the part about what had happened at the Sacred Mountain, the one and only place in the mortal realm where he gods were allowed to walk upon, Fregion frowned; "I doubt that a mortal could fell one of the Guards of the Inner Sanctum. Those creatures are trained by and are only loyal to the Creator himself. No god would even dare go against his will..." Fregion said while trying to figure out who would do such a thing. "At any rate, the sword you're looking for was entrusted to me by the God of Blacksmiths, one of the very last mythic grade weapons he made before he stopped associating himself with the other gods. I have kept it safe within this very castle for nearly five centuries. If you ask that I give it to you then I'll have to refuse. You already have your scythe, you don't need another powerful weapon."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko hearing the god of fires answer and statement thinking that he wanted the sword for himself made him laugh. His laugh was enough to make the fires of the world go cold for a brief period. "For myself no. For my brother Hal. I have scythe this is true. But for Hal and it is true. A unknown threat has brought down the guardians. Don't believe me then let me show you." he then raised his hand and a pool of lava turned red and revealed in the reflecting pool the fallen guardians. "I'm sure you remember the forsaken army. One of the tomb seals has already been broken." Darko gazed at the Fire Lord, then he turned to the pool. He knew that few of the gods were given specific things by the grand creator. And as much as Darko hated to admit it, he and Hal were chosen by the grand creator himself to seal off the forsaken army. One in Hals lands the other in Darkos and it was Darko had been the sole sealer of the sword stolen. He was supposed to have felt a presence remove the sword. But he didn't. He didn't even feel a presence enter his realm. He knew Hal was to be the protector over the stolen swords twin. The only other sword that has been known to stop it's twin. Both forged by the blacksmith god by the same material. He knew Hal had entrusted the Fire God with the sword.</s>	<\|message\|>Calcifer Hal was on his way back down the mountain where Darko and himself had discussed and agreed that, whatever this new force is the, gods of both light and dark will need to address it together. Even with a greater evil against them Hal wasn't sure that a plan such as this could work. There are some deeply rooted quarrels between all of them, and Darko especially. There was something down inside Hal that made him distrust Darko even with the changes he has shown. It is almost like Hal can feel that there is a darker side to his brother's plans and drive. Just before Hal reached the edge of the travel barrier he felt his griffin call him, and share it's sight with him. Hal watched through its eyes and heard through its ears as the unknown figure brutally attacked. Hal began sprinting as the figure addressed him of the death of his guardians, made threats of releasing the Forsaken Army and killed his griffin. Once he was able Hal produced his horn and sounded it. It was not the same tone as last time, but instead a lower and fuller noise that would feel as though it could shake mountains, topple fortresses and carry to the ends of the world. There was a moment of echo after Hal finished blowing the horn and a rift opened to an area that had not seen the gods for some time, this was the war room that Hal and his servitors created during the Clash of Gods. He turned and looked to the sky before speaking to all gods of light "Friends, this is Hal, the one that X addressed in his prophecy of the fall has come forth. I have seen him, and he moves to release the Forsaken Army that Darko and I sealed in Anima Portas. By now he has entered the tomb, and none of us can get to him. We should gather in the Hall of War to plan for his next move." After this Hal then connected with Darko. "Brother, I was too late to warn the guards, and as a result my griffin has fallen to the one we sought to stop, who calls himself Calcifer. We are meeting to plan a defense, and I will send a messenger to you with the report when we are finished." < < < - - - - - > > > As Calcifer began to enter the tomb he could feel a dark presence, but before he could look around to confront it he found himself in an infinite realm between the physical and the spiritual, X's place of residents. Turning once more he came to face X as he stood from his chair and made a speech that was something of a congratulating for his deeds as well as a condemnation and threat. "You saw these events were going to happen yet you stood by and did nothing to stop or delay them? What a friend you are to the others." Calcifer said adding a spiteful emphasis into it. "You think be to be that slow, That I would turn back simply because 'forces beyond my mortal self' scare you? Bah!" He spat at X before continuing. "My aim is not just to restore myself, and you the god of secrets should know this. My vengeance is exactly that, to kill and destroy everything and everyone that has forgotten me by your hand, but that is not it, I would have you sit in your… unwavering neutrality and watch as it all comes crashing to an end." Calcifer was clenching his fists as he spoke and they began to turn back to what he was before, letting off small flicks of flame. As X made his departure and made his statement of Calcifer being nothing more than a pawn the realm faded Calcifer looked on into the gaping blackness of the tomb as his hands returned to normal wondering if he would really enter the tomb or into another of X's realms. He again felt the presence from before and turned this time to see several small trails of blood trickling towards him, and he slowly smiled, knelt down and watched the blood inch closer and closer. "Sekaulla, still up to you usual games I see." He reached out and scooped some of the blood in his hand. "What may I give the pleasure of your visit?" Calcifer had made almost a one-eighty turn in attitude and tone from when he was talking with X.</s>
<\|description\|>Fregion -Appearance pre-Clash of Gods.VEC's CHARACTERS God Fregion, King of Dragons TRUE NAME: Tahabata TITLE/ALIAS: Ruthless One, King of Dragons, Ascended One * + - - - + Fregion prefers to refrain from meddling with the affairs of mortals but if and when he does come in contact with one, he prefers to take the form of a floating ball of yellow-to-red fire. * PORTFOLIO: Fire Domain/Muspelheim (Dragon Sub-Domain) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral * +Sentient flames given life by the will of Fregion. They serve him as messengers to other gods. * +The lizards residing in the Dragon Domain are capable of breathing fire able to melt rock. They blindingly obey in Fregions' will. A normal Hell Lizard at first, Padmarashka quickly distinguished himself from all the other Hell Lizards by winnning 98 straight battles between the males of his kin. Fregion rewarded him by giving him heightened intelligence and evolving his body a step further. After these alterations, Padmarashka quickly rose to prominence as one of Fregions' Elite warriors and became the Commander of the Hell Lizards. * +Lava elementals marching besides Fregion in battle. Created in the fiery pits of Muspelheim, they are able to withstand numerous blows and possess immense strength. * AND MANY MORE... * BLOODWING To cease the flow of blood is to choke the rain in the very clouds. Both life and land feel the thirst. Let it grow and gather inside them, let it flow through their veins. Do not waste a drop. Fregion always valued solitude, preferring being a witness and not an instigator. Unfortunately, he was tricked into participating in the Clash of Gods by Calcifer on fruitless promises of thrill and adventure. When all was said and done, Fregion was branded an Evil One and was banished by the Creator. He could no longer walk on the mortal realm and so, enraged by the shackles put upon him, he plowed through the underworld in a fit of rage. The combined effort of several gods was needed in order to put a stop in Fregions' rage but eventually, he came to. After that, he created his own domain and started residing inside it. He chose not to meddle in the affairs of mortals and as such, was quickly forgotten by them. Centuries passed and the horns of war have once again been sounded. Fregion has awakened. Will he join the war? On whose side? Only time will tell... CHAMPIONS WIP</s> <\|message\|>True Shot Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords</s> <\|message\|>X (pronounced "ecks") The Door Crumbled, and Reality Shattered. The Gate Opening, But opening too far... "And so you have." One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless. "Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods. "I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Dragon Realm, Muspelheim Muspelheim had always been a dreary place, more so back when the one who ruled over it soared its skies. Nowadays, what's left is the crackling sound of flowing lava and rock that can be heard in the background. The Hell Lizards had and will always roam its lands, forever bound to the will of their Overlord. This day though is not like the rest. Fregion's Castle, Idian Depths Inside the towering castle that is Idian Depths, in the master hall, Fregion layed on the floor, his wings overlapping his body as if he was inside a cocoon. Today would signal the end of his 100 year sleep cycle. As he began to awaken, the temperature in the immediate area surrounding the castle started to slowly rise, eventually peaking at about 10.000 degrees Fahrenheit. Fregion's body slowly started shifting in its position; He was still enveloped in the grogginess of slumber and it was minutes before he found himself able to move. He started unfolding his wings one by one before finally revealing himself. He stood on his four legs and sniffed the air around him, his mind quickly encompassing the whole of Muspelheim. "Yes..." he thought, pleased that everything was as he had left it 100 years ago. His servants immediately sensed that their Lord had awakened and one by one, let out roars, paying their respects. The crackling of flowing lava wasn't the only sound that could be heard over Muspelheim anymore. In parallel with his awakening, the pale blue fire-stone that he had gifted each and every of his fellow gods ages back, before the Clash of Gods, as a means of knowing when he was awake, started emitting a bright blue glow, his powers re-igniting the fire burning inside of it. At that moment, Padmarashka entered the master hall and kneeled in front of his Lord. "Ahh, Padmarashka. It's been too long since I've seen you, my faithful servant" Fregion told him. "Indeed my Lord, It's been too long. Muspelheim welcomes you back from the world of dreams" the drakan answered back. "Right before I went to sleep you had amassed 164 straight victories. Tell me Padmarashka, how many victories do you have now?" Fregion asked, curious to hear the number. "Yes. Unfortunately my Lord, the count has only risen by 11 and now stands at 175. As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer Hell Lizards that reached a level high enough to be able to challenge me and all 11 of them ultimately met their demise in my hands. Your servant fears that in due time, there will be no one left to challenge him within his kin." Padmarashka's answer stirred something inside Fregion and he started laughing. "If I knew back when I evolved you, that you would become as powerful as you are now, I would have toned the improvements down a notch" Fregion said and let out another hearty laugh but soon went back to being serious, "What is the situation in the mortal realm?" he asked his servant. "My Lord, the mortals have prospered much since you fell into slumber. Unfortunately though, they seems to have forgotten about you. They no longer pray to you and instead, see you as a myth, the legend of the four-winged beast that soared the darkened skies above the battlefields of the gods. You are still mentioned in some of their books, a slight reference here, a rough sketch there but nothing more" Padmarashka told his master with a sad look on his face. "Hmmmm..." Fregion nodded while listening to his servant. He himself had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of mortals so being forgotten by them as the years went by was indeed a natural consequence of his choices. "Fair enough. Now, I desire to inspect my realm. You are dismissed" he told the drakan who, after a slight bow of his head, quickly left the master hall. Fregion closed his eyes and broadened his mind.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s>	<\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s>
<\|description\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. Sources of Inspiration: "All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er." Macbeth 3.4.136-9 Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience. The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust. Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan Age: 37 Appearance(s): Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer. While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven's grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed. Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla. Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death. Likes: Blood, bloodshed, conflict, combat, strife, warfare, battle, disembowelment, impalement, dismemberment, bifurcation, gore, decapitation, and exsanguination. Dislikes: Weakness, cowardice, impotence. Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her. Companion: A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon's mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him. Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.</s> <\|message\|>Sekaulla She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet.... ---------------- Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud." Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.</s> <\|message\|>Fregion Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was. He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" "Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.</s> <\|message\|>Darko Despair Darko knew in his past visit he caused a bit of Chaos in this world. But alas this wasn't to be the same visit. "I have come to bring word of events of late. That is all. No Doomed creatures running free and what not." Darko spoke truthfully. His minions and creatures haven't entered this world after him. He came on good terms so to speak. He explained the events that have past in the mortal world and the current problem that threatens the gods. He even spoke of X playing his little games of riddles and puzzles. He brought up the Dead guardians of the Sacred Mountain and the note left behind. Darko knew that within these burning grounds was that weapons exact twin and came to investigate. He knew that Fregion was tasked to guard it and hoped that it was still in safe keeping. If it was safe he was going to have to ask for it not for himself. But as a gift to his brother Hal. A weapon that was capable to standing up to the weapon stolen out of Darkos realm. He stood there unflinching and calm as he asked these questions of the Fire God.</s>	<\|message\|>Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. No blood signified a coming birth, And the child would be born by blood, And the child would be baptized by blood, and death at last once more by absence of blood. The red cycle, as the mystics know. It was quiet in the void of being, where his consciousness dwelt as his body melted into naught but blood. Not quite alive, yet not quite dead, somewhere between as his heart beat with a steady thumping. What was the body but a machine to consume? To feed upon the precious fluid which was blood? The brain was nothing more than guide to seek it, the stomach and lungs to enrich it, the bones and sinew to make and consume it. But the heart was there to distribute it. To share her to the rest of the world, to drown it in her unrelenting love. Blood, the most divine of all prima materia. There it was, a soft and gentle call, a beckon by his mistress, a red light to pierce the blank void. He was hers, and she remembered her faithful servant. With a metaphysical smile Dyleon faded from this void... Only to wake to find his eyes a new, staring at the shapeless form that was his beloved. Her hand reaching at his newly formed chest, claws tearing into the soft skin and plucking from its wicker cage a beating heart. Like a precious ruby, held in her hand as he offered it freely, suppressing a grunt of pain as he felt the gem severed from the source. Falling over in supination, from both the shock and unending adoration, clutching the hole she left behind as it sealed up. A perfect servant, devoted, dedicated and now once again deathless. "As you command my love..." Dyleon whispered as she drifted away into the darkness. Reborn, still tender of flesh and weak of bone, fragile though the blood coursed through him. His body strengthened once more slowly, his unclothed form changing as it hardened into a killing machine again, his eyes twinkling with a bloodlust as his vigor returned. As naked as newborn babe, but as innocent as one who just committed a massacre. His strength returned, the blood coursing swiftly through him as his hunger grew. Blood, his body demanded, his blood magics allowed him to live without his heart, yet required him to be sustained by gallons of it. He growled as his form changed, his face elongating as his long black and red hair grew out into fur. A tail formed and claws grew from nails as fangs descended. The Werewolf howled at his goddess, towards the endless sky of hades, his song of praise. His ears twitched, a bestial growl greeted Chakan as he sniffed the airs around her. "Dogs chew bones, Wolves drink blood. I am no beast of Darko, I serve Sekaulla, my mistress, my love, my Goddess. You have no blood to spill, no tribute to give her... Why would I hunt you?" But before He could glean an answer, Chakan was summoned to another place. Leaving Dyleon alone in Hell. Or was he? No the air smelled of blood, rich in power, beyond the blood of humans. True to his canine form, he panted, his saliva thick in wanting. So commanded the goddess to hunt the prey, so shall he feast upon them... Time to Raise Hell by laying waste to it. A bloodbath.</s>
<\|description\|>Marith Schmitt Nickname: Mar mar Age: 15 Appearance: Title: Ultimate Manipulator Super High School Level: Why you wanted to go to this school: To gain friends (parent's will) and subordinates (her purpose).... maybe bring some order to the school Skill: Is insanely good at organizing things as, and planning out events to get them to happen in a certain order. Is able to manipulate others with her deceitful manner as well as her looks. Is also quite good at doing quick algebraic calculations. History: Marith was born to a moderately rich family but she was born Mute so she had a rough childhood with all the older kids picking on her because of it. She took up controlling others to use as her puppets that she hides behind since she couldn't stand up for herself being so young. Since she couldn't do much in terms of school work she was home schooled by her parents and their co-workers all of which were pretty smart. Thanks to the almost constant tutoring and work her grade level was bumped up and her parents decided it was time to send her to an actual school. before she actually went to school though she was allowed a job in her parents workplace as a secretary and co-temp. Personality: She is a girl who love to hide behind her manipulated people but isn't afraid to Write what she is thinking when confronted. She is a kind of person who sits at the back of the class asleep and drooling on her desk because she is tired but hates being disorganized and "on a whim". Has a problem with people who bother her when she is planning/organizing.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy looked up to wards the bear and looked at Drake. Is this a joke? Dont trust the bear. She went with that trough her mind. How can a teddy bear walk and tolk there most be something controling him but what? Lucy lookes aroumd the gym again to find something.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon Charon was experiencing a sense of deja vu, but he could not put his finger on why. all that he knew was that if this was a game (maby that's where he knew this from) that dumb little teddy bare would defenetly be a boss, although it might have multiple forms. .so then why would he be saying something like "you will be trapped here forever." shure it may suck for everyone, but what dose the bear get out of it. soon enough everyone would get use to living here. maby he should ask. "oy stuffy. why are you doing this? what do you get out of it? becouse we could easily get use to it'</s> <\|message\|>Chie Minato Chie frowned. She couldn't leave the school. Greeeeaaaaat. Just freaking fabulous. What was next... blackmail, murder? Geez. Akai didn't bother to look up, she was busy. She was sitting in a corner on her tablet, not bothering to talk to people. She was trying to see what sort of systems the school had. Computers, cameras, what could she hack into.</s> <\|message\|>Damon Reed Damon glared at the teddy bear ignoring practically everything it said. The fact that it was moving teddy bear left Damon in awe. It was the most impressive thing he has ever saw. Recollecting himself Damon listened as one of the other students asked a series of questions. "Getting use to this is an understatement..." he thought, "If what this bear is saying is true then his goal is to obviously drive us mad." He started to scratch his head. "No matter the environment, when humans are left somewhere there is bound to be chaos in the near future" He finally cleared his throat and spoke. "So what is the catch?"</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato Lexi was so bothered by the door closing and locking itself, she didn't calm down enough to speak until after the other students had began to question the Monokuma that stood on the podium. "Is there any specific reason that we aren't allowed to leave? I myself don't even remember coming here in the first place..."</s> <\|message\|>Alejandro Renaldo Saul Dante or Alex for short Alejandro walked into the gym and noticed other students for the first time. He was happy that he wasn't going to be alone in a sketchy school with cameras everywhere. Then when Alejandro was about to sit down the door suddenly closed and a teddy bear came out on the stage. He was saying some really good joke, something about that he and the other students had to live there forever or something. He was too busy thinking of a better prank that would be better than the bear's. Then he forgot about his hat and mustache so he decided to put them away for a bit. Then he spoke up,"How did you think of such a great prank that could be better than any of mine, tell me where did you get such an idea?" All Alejandro thought was this was all some kind of prank for a TV show since there're cameras everywhere. But a prank this good will not work on Alejandro Renaldo Saul Dante.</s> <\|message\|>MONOKUMA "Prank? Benefit? Catch?" He said trying to taking in everyone's voices all at once. "Why I'm being quite sincere about this! You are here to preserve the hope of the world, living in harmony. Speaking of harmony, we must have order to keep harmony, and with order must come rules!" He says as he takes cloth off of a nearby table revealing blue, digital device that was about the size of a credit card neatly laid out in a row with a name tag under each one. "These are your e-handbooks completely waterproof and can withstand up to ten tons! Splash them, throw them, drown them, and it will keep ticking on. They are also in my opinion unable to be hacked thanks to my supersecret software that is installed on literary every device in this school...there is also no WiFi. These devices also contain all the rules for this school and breaking anyone of them will result in severe punishment. They also have many other uses so make sure to keep them close. Make sure everyone has their own, your names should appear after you boot yours up." He spoke with a very cheerful voice. Rule 1: Students may reside only within the school. Leaving campus is an unacceptable use of time. Rule 2: "Nighttime" is from 10 pm to 7 am. Some areas are off-limits at night, so please exercise caution. Rule 3: Sleeping anywhere other than the dormitory will be seen as sleeping in class and punished accordingly. Rule 4: With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak Academy at your discretion. Rule 5: Violence against headmaster Monokuma is strictly prohibited, as is destruction or tempering with surveillance cameras. Rule 6: Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes "blackened" will graduate, unless they are discovered. Rule 7: Additional school regulations may be added if necessary. "As for this catch you mention earlier there is a way to get out of here if your REALLY MUST go. I call it the graduation clause" Monokuma said with a indecisive grin between good and bad. "And what would that be? Ace a test you give us?" He said his expression was unnerved and bored, but he was was hopeful of this graduation clause thing. "To graduate you must kill someone" he said is tone instantly getting very dark and very serious, yet at the same time it seemed he was smiling still. "Puhuhuhu, You must get away with murder to be a bit more clearly. Though not that it matters since you guys plan on living in harmony right?" He said like the words didn't carry any weight to them.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight By the hearing of the word kill looked Lucy up. The bear really means it so it was not a joke. Lucy stood up from the stage and walked to wards where the e-Handbooks layed on the ground and picked the one up with her name by it. The color of her handbook was dark-blue. Lucy started the hand book and saw the list with rules. She thought:'Pfff. What kind of rules are these…' There was also a list with all the names and foto's of all the other studens and an map of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Marith Schmitt "What a load of phooey why would any of us kill" Eris said though in her mind she was really thinking 'well I guess since a lot of us don't know each other it would make it even easier to do the deed'. She walked over to the stage and picked up a Rose Red handbook with her name on it, when she turned it on she flipped through the names and stopped on her own "well that's a nice picture at least" she said before continuing onto the regulations. As she read the rules she stopped at the 6th one and questioned the word "Blackened", 'what does that mean' she thought and looked around at the other students for their reactions to the news.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon well... that's new. kill some one to leave. but no one would take that option. no one has motivations for doing anything like that...but for some reason Charon had a feeling that this monokuma would try to supply that. Charon went up and grabbed one of the electronic tablets (the school book) and booted it up. a picture of the hopes peak logo appeared, and it started going through the rules. "oy stuffy. just food for thought as you are trying to get us to go down this path... do they have to find the body?" he realy did not want to kill someone just so that he could leave, but he had to know all the potentials that some one could take.</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato Lexi walked up to the handbooks after a few others had gone and gotten theirs. The one with her name by it was light purple, and when she booted it up and read the rules, she found that it was quite easy to use. She didn't understand parts of what they said, but at least a few of the rules seemed straightforward enough. "Umm, headmaster Monokuma?" Lexi walked up next to the white and black bear, attempting to seem unfazed by his strange appearance. "Could you, explain the 6th rule a bit please? Also, If there's no WiFi, how do these work?"</s> <\|message\|>MONOKUMA "Ah ,yes I should-wait did you just call me stuffy?" He said starting to get worked up. "I TOLD YOU IM NOT A BEAR NOR A STUFFY, I AM I MONOKUMA!" He yelled angrily throwing his arms up in the air and after a brief moment of calming down he added, "upupupup, your headmaster." "Now then, as I was saying, when someone is murdered, the murderer becomes blackened, or guilty. When a total of three students find the body, I will make a body discovery announcement, letting the rest know about the murder. You will have a few short hours to search for clues and evidence to find the murderer.....or when I get tired of waiting, I am a very impatient Monokuma after all. After the time's up we will hold a class trial to decide who murdered who." He explained very quickly to the children. "As for the WiFi there is actually WiFi but it doesn't have internet, nor is it on. I only turn it on to update rules, maps, cooking recipes, and anything else I want on your devices. So in short you don't need to worry about the WiFi." He said and then added, "Well that's all the time i have. Have fun, talking, making friends, backstabbing, killing, cooking, upupupup, and all that fun stuff." And just like that he disappeared just as fast as he appeared.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy looked at the other studends before she walked back to the place where she sat first by the stage where she had found the hidden door in the floor. At the stage she began to look for a way to open it.</s> <\|message\|>Damon Reed Damon walked up and grabbed an e-handbook. After booting it up he saw his picture and read the rules carefully. The rules were self explanatory to him so he then just stuffed the handbook into his pocket. Damon ignored what the principal said about murder. For the time bring Damon felt no reason to really want to leave. At that moment, Damon's stomach grumbled loudly. Hm...I guess I could use a bite to eat. He then slipped out of the gym and started to head towards the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Lexi Sato There was a long silence in the room after Monokuma had disappeared, while Lexi wanted to say something to the group, she couldn't bring herself to speak. She noticed that the doors had reopened after the bear left, and decided to go exploring. Before she left though, she addressed the group. "Well, would anyone like to go exploring with me? The map on this thing," She held up her e-handbook, "Is useful and all, but I'd prefer not to have to rely on it for very long." Lexi smiled at the group, slipping easily into her mascot demeanor. She jumped off of the stage and skipped to the nearest door, then turned to the group before she actually walked out the door. "Well? Who's coming with me!"</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Moonlight Lucy raised her hand and whent off the stage and walked to wards Lexi. And opend the map on the handbook, while waiting for her to say something.</s> <\|message\|>charon an amon Charon looked around after monokuma left, and noticed that one of the students was organizing a miniature ture. "i guess ill join" he said as he walked over (sorry for not posting, dad was using computer + low motivation)</s> <\|message\|>Drake Valdez Drake opened his e-notebook and looked at the map trying to figure out where to go. "Lets see, cafeteria, kitchen, dor- Wait there's a art classroom?! said mumbling which turned into a yell. He ran to the door and ran down the halls a a very surprisingly fast speed. He made a sharp turn which made his shoes squeak and continue running the halls. He was like a hound dog running after the smell of bacon, he could smell the water color paint all they across the school. He finally collapsed in the art room completely out of breath and energy. He laid himself down on the floor with his hands and legs spread out like he was trying to make a snow angel."I.......Made......it......." He wheezed out like the room was going to go somewhere. After a few moments he finally caught his breath and got up. He investigated the art room looking in every nook and cranny for supplies. Wow, they literally have everything you could need for art, at least in the arts and craft's set of mind." He said somewhat surprised. He took a sketch pad, small enough for it to be carried around easily but big enough to fit in his lap, and sat there thinking of what to sketch. "Maybe I'll draw that rabbit that girl had, I think her was Lexi? He said to himself and then began working on it in silence.</s>	<\|message\|>Marith Schmitt Marith looked at the girl who said she was going to explore and started walking over to her, "I'll join you too" she said before smiling back at her and holding out her hand saying "Hi my name is Marith what's yours"</s>
<\|description\|>Light Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest. Age - Unknown Gender - Female Class - Hollow Powers - Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut. Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand. Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light. Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo. History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body. When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls. Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage. Evolution - NA</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s>	<\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s>
<\|description\|>Light Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest. Age - Unknown Gender - Female Class - Hollow Powers - Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut. Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand. Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light. Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo. History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body. When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls. Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage. Evolution - NA</s> <\|message\|>Nobuyuki Katsuo the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately.... Angelo back in the world of the living saw a second soul reaper show up and ask what was going on so he decided to answer "well I was off minding my business until this idiot attacked that hollow and just decided to do so without cause other then its a hollow, this hollow was just enjoying her meal of another hollow which in retrospect actually helps you guys by lightening your load. I had to come out here because the spiritual pressure was annoying me and I couldn't eat my food in peace." Angelo said deciding to sum it all up for the new girl...</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar All the various escalations of spiritual pressure did little to wake the sleeping man at the back corner of the warehouse. What did was his tossing and turning, but not the actions themselves. It was his body suddenly finding itself off the desk he was napping on. He didn't hang there for long, in mid-air like a cartoon character before he fell flat on his face. The floor complained, but only with a low groan, which was drowned out by the long stream of curse words the white haired man let out. He didn't aim his vocal tirade at anything in particular, but let loose on everything until he was out of breath with a face that was red enough to give Christmas ornament makers inspiration. "Oh God damn it." He muttered, pushing himself off the floor. "That hurt, and I was right in the middle of a pleasant dream." It wasn't pleasant, but he'd already forgotten it. "Crap. That's it for today's napping, because another fall like that might kill me." He popped his back, and stretched out his arms. "Maybe not, but I"m not taking any chances." There was going to be more, but the part of his brain that watched out for danger kicked him in the teeth and he stopped as if he'd been slapped. He turned and stared wide eyed in the direction of the new shinigami(s) whoever they were. "Come on." He muttered, shaking his head, and rubbing his throbbing temples. "If its not one thing its another." This wasn't true since there hasn't been anything for the longest time, but Jynmi wasn't about to admit that to anybody. He liked complaining and damn if he'd be the one to take that away from himself. "Just one break is all I ask." There were a lot more request to the universe too. "Okay I'll go." He frowned as he hurried through the door reappearing with Angelo. "Hey Angelo." Jynmi said, doing his best to hide the fact he was out of breath. His strange colored eyes moved from Angelo to the others, and the tension in the air was almost enough to make him puke. "What's going on? Please tell me that whatever it is isn't going to involve violence."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Kaede looked back over to the soul reaper she didn't recognize as he summarized his version of what had happened. While she listened, her brow grew more and more creased as she started to frown. Whoever he was, he had a twisted sense of propriety if he was talking down to Luna for attacking a Hollow. When another man arrived, again one she didn't recognize, Kaede paused for a moment before growling a response to Angelo's commentary. "A Hollow eating other Hollows doesn't help. That's how a Menos forms, dumbass; Hollows cannibalize one another until a bunch of them come together." She could hardly believe the man was actually a soul reaper, to be saying the sort of things he was saying. Whatever his circumstances were, it seemed like he had some very unusual opinions about how Hollows should be handled. Hopping down from the lamp post, Kaede landed next to Luna. She was about to issue a last ultimatum to the pair of men, when she was interrupted by the emergency ringtone of her soul pager. "What?!" she snapped into the communicator, her sword still in her other hand and at the ready. Shock crossed her face as the voice on the other end of the phone explained what was going on in soul society. "Wait, slow down! What the hell?" She looked a bit dazed as she closed the soul pager and put it in an inside pocket of her shihakusho. Looking at the hollow and the two men, she shook her head. "This'll have to wait," she said, turning to face to Luna "Soul Society's gone bat-shit insane. We need to get back there." Thrusting her sword Higanbana into the air in front of her, she turned it clockwise to open the Senkaimon for them to return through.</s>	<\|message\|>Light Light watched curiously as the scene unfolded above her. The normal reaction with soul reapers, IE of hostility, was expected. But when some soul reaper-ish person approached and seemed to be mostly friendly, things got interesting. Although 3 soul reapers didn't look very fun if they all started to become hostile. "So uh... Anyone want to have some tea or something? Or are we going to have some unnecessary fight?" Light said. Although to answer her question, the most aggressive of the trio told the first one that had killed her prey that they had to go back to the soul society because of some attack or something, she didn't really care.</s>
<\|description\|>Luna Heron Age - 150 Gender - Female Class - Shinigami Powers - Shikai- aoi tsuki which translates as blue moon is a speed and kido zanpakuto that's primary ability is that it allows kido to be delivered via impact from the blade. This Makes The User Far More versatile. Another variation about Aoi Tsuki is that in all states it remains a kematu style blade (The cutting edge is inverted). The Release command is simply "Rise! Aoi Tsuki." Flash kido- allows the wilder to deliver kido through a blow without stopping a flashstep. This is similar to Byakurai's Senka. Flash stepping- is luna specialty she is among some of the newer captains for speed. Utusemi enhanced kido- the amount of energy put into kido modifies it's power. Luna is capable of turning a kido like sho from a light breeze to a small cannon. CUSTOM KIDO Bakudo 8 Shadousupaiku "The moon rises above, Calling the world to watch the dancing light, Fight in darkness" This kido launches a black spike from the users outstretched palm pinning the target to a surface behind them. History - As a human Luna was a regular girl with a regular life other than having schizophrenic spells where she heard voices whispering or felt like someone was touching her. She didn't know it but she was very attractive to hollows and was hearing and feeling souls around her. She died at the age of 24 killed by a hollow but she unleashed a blast of Reiatsu that created her custom Kido pinning its claws to a wall long enough for a shinigami to banish it and the shinigami personally walked her across the Senkaimon and guided her to the academy where she was approached to join the Kido Corps but turned them down to join the Gotei 13 and joined Division 13 Details - She is a 3rd seat officer beginning Bankai training. Evolution -</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s> <\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s>	<\|message\|>Luna Heron "Exorcising the hollow comes first." Luna called out to what she assumed was either a vizor or another plus. "Rise! Ao Tsuki." Releasing her zanpakuto she didn't have too much time to worry about 2 Plus souls. Luna discarded the incantation for Sho and charged her blade with it. She wanted to blow the mask away but knew going straight for it would be a problem. Luna after looking this over swung as hard as she could cutting edge away from the hollow as she wanted to flip it and take the mask while it was in the air. While swinging she got a rather strange idea and began chanting. ""Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" Finger pointed directly above where the hollow was so that when she struck he would be flipped and caught in Rikujokoro. with it caught in this cage she charged another spell in her blade "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." As she finished she buried her blade in his mask destroying the lizard.</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Light "This place is so much more interesting than hell. More things go on here and everything!" Light said to herself, walking along a busy street in Karakura town, watching as the humans did their daily lives unable to see or feel her except for the few that bumped into her who looked confused afterwords but ignored it otherwise. Light was a hollow, but unlike other hollows, Light spent most of her time in Hell, having found a way there when one denizen of hell was dragged back, Light following him out of curiosity and finding herself a mixed blessing. Hell was a world of pain and survival, but also of opportunity. While nearly everything wanted everything dead, and the world was very strange, strong souls were a plenty, and kept on coming back even after being eaten multiple times. This gave Light far more strength than she should have as a non-menos hollow, although she herself was unaware of much of a hollow's lore or standards as never learned these things having spent a great deal of time in Hell getting stronger and stronger, and only escaping just recently. Having seen other hollows from time to time, Light found it odd why they were so weak, and why they wanted such weak souls for food, especially since such weak souls had such interesting things. Even though being a hollow, the local Soul Reapers really didn't bother her much as she didn't 'feel' like a hollow to them, or so she was told by other hollows she had fought. Nor did she act like a normal hollow, so besides one incident with a soul reaper who seemed to be fresh ou tof the academy, they mostly just left Light to her own devices. The sun was setting as Light was watching a strange show on television about some sort of colorful pirate guy wearing a straw hat. The store owner, closing up for the day, turned off the television, forcing Light to wander until she found herself in the park, a place she noticed where hollows seemed to frequent. Hungry, she waited a bit to see if any hollows were going to pop in and say hi, or barring that, step back into Hell for a bit and come back when the humans were busy again. Her patience was sound as a human who had apparently been killed recently wandered by, and a large hollow appeared nearby. Stepping between the two, Light motioned for the hollow to stop. When it didn't, Light punched the large lizard thing to the ground. Gesturing for the human soul to leave, as she had no interest in it, she looked at the hollow who's attention she had gotten by decking him. Light found other hollows detestable for the most part, as while they made a decent substitute for the hell souls, they weren't nearly as clever or as fun to hunt. They were often barbaric, mindless, or just plain old stupid, and Light hadn't found one that she really cared much for. "You hunt the weak, I hunt the weak hunter." Light said at the large hollow's confusion as to how someone so small could be so strong. Hopefully she'd finish up the fight before a soul reaper got involved or something, she didn't want another skirmish with an academy newbi who had a strange notion of attacking her on sight. It was a shame too, Light'd more than happily sit down and have an idle chit chat with them if they had offered, but no, she had to accidentally knock his head off. And unlike the hell people, the soul reavers didn't regenerate at all. TDLR: Character introduction and Light is now fighting a hollow in the park.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron Luna Heron could easily be found in the division 13 Office constantly filling out the paperwork needed to keep her higher ups appeased. She had all the privileges of being the third seated officer. But the curse of being a Liutenant or a captain whenever she went to the world of the living. Her kido talents are simply too strong. So she frequently just stays in the barracks instead of going on runs to the human world to hunt hollows. She was aware of the hollow attacking karakura town. She was planning to dispatch an unseated member of the squad. but decided maybe she would go this time. She sent a hell butterfly to the captain and the kido corps requesting they open the Senkaimon. WIth that she placed the seal on her left hand and began to use hoho to reach the senkaimon.</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sitting alone in the haphazardly organized room that the 11th division had set aside for regulatory and legislative purposes, Kaede swiped at sheets of paper with an ink brush. The captain had left the paperwork to her. Again. She suppose that after fifty years she should be used to it, but his absenteeism still made her bristle. "Lazy, no-good, do-nothing sumbitch..." she muttered under her breath, her words a heavy rustic drawl. It seemed to her that the only time the captain actually got off his ass was when he figured there was a good fight brewing, and anything less was beneath him. That meant that most of the actual running of the division fell to her. While the hierarchy of the squads had been stable for decades, it was widely recognized that she'd be a strong contender if a captain position opened. The last real hurdle was her bankai, which she'd been working at for eleven years, and those in the know considered her 'past due' for it. Finishing off the last few strokes of the report, she blew the ink dry and stacked the papers. Rolling them into a sheaf, she bound them with a ribbon and stamped it shut with a wax seal. Dozens of hollow exterminations, hundreds of konso rituals; the report had been long and exceedingly tedious to write. It wasn't a fun job, but it was hers. When she had the parcel bound tightly, she tucked it into an inside pocket of her shihakusho and made her way towards the 1st division's offices to deliver the report.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo walked into his little warehouse knowing it was going to be his home for a long time as long as their are soul reapers that want to destroy anything hollow related then he will always be on the hit list but at least he wont make it easy for them. Angelo put away his groceries and walked to the couch nearby as he started to take a nap deciding to eat dinner later. head captain Kustuo sighed as he kept filling out reports then he heard a knock on his door, most likely another report to fill "come in" He said in his deep voice, the voice he had was deep and as a result when he raised his voice to get attention it almost seemed like the earth shook. He let the woman inside knowing she would have another report for him. soon he also gotten a hell butterfly and he heard it was a request to go to the land of the living alone to take on the mysterious hollow that has been sighted their. he sent the hell butterfly back to the sender saying that her request has been granted and he sent a second one to the kido corps to open the senkaimon for the soul reaper...</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron While Luna moves toward thé senkaimon. A hell butterfly returned giving authorization. She sent it on to the Kido corps letting them know to prep the seal That would adorn her body unless she had true nend to authorize her full power. The senkaimon was already open. Ready for her to pass through. Luna shot through and as she did thé seal slapped her arm. Luna was looking out over town. Trying to get a feel for all the souls to follow a ribbon. But the hollow ribbon she found had another weird one near it. Flying through the air until Luna was above the lizard. Deciding ambush tactics were the best bet. So luna began dual incanting "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring, bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." performing the double incantation of raikoho and soren sokatsui releasing three giant pillars of lightning down upon the hollow lizard. Granted their power limited by her seal. Dropping onto the ground in front of the hollow noting the other soul and calling out. "I am Luna Heron. Please back away this is a very dangerous place to be."</s> <\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Sliding open the door, Kaede strode two paces into the room before bowing briefly. She held her hand forwards with the sealed roll of papers, saying "Here's the captain's paperwork you wanted for your report, captain-commander." It was a conscious effort for her not to let sarcasm slip into her voice, as her division's captain hadn't even touched the papers. Kaede put the scroll in the inbox tray on Captain-commander Katsuo's desk, noting the amount of work the head shinigami had waiting for him. Privately, she was thankful that she didn't have as much responsibility as him; if for no other reason than the amount of work that would imply. Taking a step back from the desk, she bowed again and waited to be dismissed, saying "If that will be all-"</s> <\|message\|>Light "C'mon. Your supposed to be a big-bad hunter and your getting slapped around by little ole' me." Light said as she backhanded the follow repeatedly with her left hand. Fortunately for her, when she pulled away from the hollow to get a large punch in, it was struck by 3 pillars of lightning, meaning she wasn't anywhere near the electrical explosion. She looked up and saw a female soul reaper who was calling out to her to move away, apparently not looking in Light's direction as she did so. "Great... And here comes someone to ruin the fun..." Light said as she stepped behind a tree, out of the vision of the soul reaper. When udner cover, Light yelled. "Hey, theres that plus soul over there. Think you wanna do something with that? You sorta cooked this lizard thing and I don't think its getting back up anytime soon." indeed it did look like after the beating Light had given it, along with being zapped by lightning, that the hollow stood there, blackened by the lightning strike and letting out a stunned sound as it stood there motionless. Light was hoping the Soul Reaper would take the hint and attend to the human soul over in the area where it was hiding so Light could nab a few bites of the hollow before fading back into the night as it were. She wasn't too keen on fighting a Soul Reaper in the middle of such a large space, especially after new flowers had just been recently planted that Light liked.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Heron "Exorcising the hollow comes first." Luna called out to what she assumed was either a vizor or another plus. "Rise! Ao Tsuki." Releasing her zanpakuto she didn't have too much time to worry about 2 Plus souls. Luna discarded the incantation for Sho and charged her blade with it. She wanted to blow the mask away but knew going straight for it would be a problem. Luna after looking this over swung as hard as she could cutting edge away from the hollow as she wanted to flip it and take the mask while it was in the air. While swinging she got a rather strange idea and began chanting. ""Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" Finger pointed directly above where the hollow was so that when she struck he would be flipped and caught in Rikujokoro. with it caught in this cage she charged another spell in her blade "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." As she finished she buried her blade in his mask destroying the lizard.</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo was already eating a rice ball and some instant ramen when he felt the presence of increasing spiritual pressure. As much as Angelo wished he could ignore it he decided best to just go and see what was going on. He quickly finished his food before he grabbed his zanpacto and flash stepped until he got to where the spiritual pressure was increasing and apparently it belonged to the soul reaper trying to kill the hollow killer, Angelo knew about this one because it was hunting the hunters so to speak and it wasn't a bad thing as long as he kept ignoring the souls that they were chasing. "you guys mind not fighting id rather you guys just talk things through. The hollow your trying to kill has eaten nothing but hollows so leave that one be" Angelo called out to the soul reaper... Captain Katsuo decided that he would send this soul reaper to the world of the living as well, better to send her in case something happens to the other soul reaper that decided to chase the strange hollow seen in the world of the living "actually now that you mention it. I would like you to go to the world of the living, their is another soul reaper their that's gone to fight the strange hollow found in the world of the living. I need you to go and make sure to back her up in case things don't go smoothly. I will inform you captain for you so just go immediately theirs no telling how strong this particular hollow might be" he told her as he sent hell butterflies for the senkeimon to be opened and to inform the captain of this decision...</s> <\|message\|>Light "Great, bloody great" Light said as what was going to be her snack was basically vaporized. Most of the soul reapers around the town weren't that good when it came to the bigger ones like the one she was just fighting. When they got knocked out, she'd often swoop in, beat the big one up, eat it, and go on her way. Most soul reapers at that point just assumed one of their buddies helped them out or something, since Light didn't care much for the loser of the fight anyway. This was different, a strong soul reaper, which was rare for Light to deal with. Sure she tried the arm of one soul reaper, distinctly disliing the lack of a 'brimstone' taste she had gotten used to, so she wasn't too keen on having a bite. At the same time though, she was interested in why some soul reaper who took a large hollow down as eaisly as they did was here. Thankfully they referred to Light as a 'plus' so they weren't overly hostile right away. And then another Soul Reaper came out of more or less nowhere pointing Light out and telling the newcommer to not be overly hostile towards her for the time being. "Bloody hell..." Light said with a sigh as her cover was blown in an instant. She'd at least give it a shot at talking with the soul reaper, maybe things would be different than the newbis, but she doubted it. She stepped out from behind the tree she was hiding behind, keeping her face in shadow as she waved a hello.</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) When she heard her orders, the hair at the nape of Kaede's neck stood on end at the mention of a strange Hollow. Kaede nodded her head once and answered "I'll check in on her." Turning on her heel to face the doorway, she made her way to the Senkaimon with haste. Perhaps a little more haste than was entirely necessary, but the memory of what had happened to Tobio was still fresh on her mind. She'd known Tobio since way back, when she still ran with the gangs in the 54th district. He was a young soul; headstrong, a show off, and a brash twerp. He used to call her 'Anego', and was almost like a younger brother to her. When she up and left the district to train at the academy, it didn't take long for him to decide he wanted to too. On the other hand, it did take him a while to grow strong enough for acceptance. By the time he entered Shin'o, Kaede was already a lieutenant. Whatever had killed him, they still hadn't found it, and it hadn't look like they were going to find it. For exactly that reason though, Kaede was eager to get to Karakura town. If it was still there, she owed it to Tobio to get some pay-back. A string of consecutive shunpo brought her to stand at the foot of the gate, where she caught her breath for a moment as the Kido corps finished their preparations to open it. As soon as the portal was made, she dashed through it, a limiter seal forming on her as she made her way to the world of the living. When she arrived, she took up a high vantage point atop a telephone pole before visualizing the spirit ribbons. The distinctive red of a soul reaper's reiryoku formed two ribbons quite nearby, which gave Kaede pause for a moment. The captain-commander had only mentioned one soul reaper already in the field. Whatever the case might be, Kaede made her way towards them at high speed, coming to a stop balanced on the corner of a roof. The spot overlooked a scene where a man she didn't recognize, and Hollow in a dress, and the third seat of squad 13 stood in a face-off. She made no effort to hide herself, and drew Higanbana from its sheath. "What's going on here?" she asked, not singling out any of them for an answer. Her eyes narrowed as they fell on the Hollow.</s>
<\|description\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Appearance Age: 432 (~20 physically) Gender: Female Class: Soul Reaper Powers: Zanpakuto - Higanbana (彼我花 ; homophone for the word for Red Spider Lily, but written with the kanji for "The best of oneself and one's foe") Pictures when I again have access to my scanner. Unreleased Appearance - Normally Higanbana takes the form of a nodachi. The crossguard is circular, with 5 spokes from the blade to the guard. The scabbard is glossy black, with a blood red sageo tied on to it. Release Phrase - "Bloom out of Season" (Kuruizake, Higanbana!) Shikai Appearance - During the release, Kaede takes hold of her sword's hilt with both hands. The sword glows and changes into red-and-black patterned handwraps, which wind around her hands and forearms. Until I can do a hand-drawn one, here's the general idea. The coloration is different, and the wrapping goes up the forearms, but this is a pretty good picture for the most part. Shikai Ability - Higanbana is a sword that relishes bloodshed. While released, whenever Kaede is injured or injures someone, her speed, strength, and reiatsu are temporarily boosted. The strength of the boost depends on how bad the injury was. History: Kaede was born towards the end of the warring states period, in Gifu. Her family were rice farmers, with a hard-scrabble lot in life. When conflicts in the region came to a boil and lead to the Battle of Sekigahara, they lost everything. As the armies clashed during the fighting, the rice crop was trampled underfoot and destroyed. Facing the cold reality of a winter without food, and full of resentment towards the samurai who'd brought about the circumstances, the farmers of the village took to hunting down the routed Toyotomi samurai in packs, wielding bamboo pikes. Mostly injured and exhausted, the defeated samurai were slaughtered. Their swords and armor would fetch a high price; they hoped high enough to keep everyone fed through the cold months, and to rebuild when the time came. The time never came though. The new regime was quick to call them bandits and outlaws. The samurai that came for them then weren't fatigued from days of marching or half-dead already, they were fresh and ready. The farmers didn't stand a chance this time. It was them who were slaughtered, Kaede included. Even though the battle had long ended when Kaede was slain and became a Plus, the battlefield still teemed with chaotic action for the dead. Drawn by the vast number of violent deaths and wandering souls, many Hollows had come to feast on the Pluses that had formed there. At the same time, shinigami had come to purify those Hollows, and to perform the konso for the pluses. All in all, it was a tumultuous start to Kaede's afterlife. After the konso, when the she arrived in Soul Society, she was sent first to the 54th district of Rukongai. It was a busy, run down place, much more urban than the farmlands where she'd grown up. She didn't like it. People weren't neighborly, there were gangs of rowdies and thugs, and she didn't even have her family with her. The sole silver lining was that she wasn't hungry any more. She spent almost a hundred years there, having traded one type of hard life for another. Throughout that time she had a on-and-off relationship with the gangs of thugs; sometimes they clashed, and sometimes she rolled with them. After years of fighting, she started feeling hungry again, for the first time since she'd died. Seeing it as a ticket out of the slums, she worked to develope her spiritual strength and applied for Shin'o Academy. Her academy years went smoothly, and though she had certain behaviour problems, her results in training and examination spoke for themselves. When she graduated she was placed in the 11th Division, where they hoped her rough personality wouldn't be an issue. Her early exposure to Hollows proved a boon, as it helped her keep her head during her early missions against them. While she was a seated officer, she said something that pissed off the captain (and current Kenpachi). He dragged her into a fight and spent well over an hour kicking the crap out of her. He evidently had fun, as he made her his lieutenant. For a few years the prevailing opinion was that the captain went easy on her, but whenever he heard members of the squad suggest it, he had them fight their new lieutenant. After a few of them were beaten to a bloody pulp, people stopped talking about it. Details: Poor hado and bakudo. Good shunpo. Trained herself to Master-level Hakuda to compensate for her shikai's form. In contrast, her zanjutsu hasn't progressed much since she attained shikai. She's been lieutenant of the 11th squad for 50 years. While she hasn't attained bankai yet, she's been training towards it for the past 11 years. She doesn't usually get along with members of the noble houses, and disagrees with them on principle. Evolution - Maybe aiming for Shunko?</s> <\|message\|>Nobuyuki Katsuo the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately.... Angelo back in the world of the living saw a second soul reaper show up and ask what was going on so he decided to answer "well I was off minding my business until this idiot attacked that hollow and just decided to do so without cause other then its a hollow, this hollow was just enjoying her meal of another hollow which in retrospect actually helps you guys by lightening your load. I had to come out here because the spiritual pressure was annoying me and I couldn't eat my food in peace." Angelo said deciding to sum it all up for the new girl...</s> <\|message\|>Jynmi Imsar All the various escalations of spiritual pressure did little to wake the sleeping man at the back corner of the warehouse. What did was his tossing and turning, but not the actions themselves. It was his body suddenly finding itself off the desk he was napping on. He didn't hang there for long, in mid-air like a cartoon character before he fell flat on his face. The floor complained, but only with a low groan, which was drowned out by the long stream of curse words the white haired man let out. He didn't aim his vocal tirade at anything in particular, but let loose on everything until he was out of breath with a face that was red enough to give Christmas ornament makers inspiration. "Oh God damn it." He muttered, pushing himself off the floor. "That hurt, and I was right in the middle of a pleasant dream." It wasn't pleasant, but he'd already forgotten it. "Crap. That's it for today's napping, because another fall like that might kill me." He popped his back, and stretched out his arms. "Maybe not, but I"m not taking any chances." There was going to be more, but the part of his brain that watched out for danger kicked him in the teeth and he stopped as if he'd been slapped. He turned and stared wide eyed in the direction of the new shinigami(s) whoever they were. "Come on." He muttered, shaking his head, and rubbing his throbbing temples. "If its not one thing its another." This wasn't true since there hasn't been anything for the longest time, but Jynmi wasn't about to admit that to anybody. He liked complaining and damn if he'd be the one to take that away from himself. "Just one break is all I ask." There were a lot more request to the universe too. "Okay I'll go." He frowned as he hurried through the door reappearing with Angelo. "Hey Angelo." Jynmi said, doing his best to hide the fact he was out of breath. His strange colored eyes moved from Angelo to the others, and the tension in the air was almost enough to make him puke. "What's going on? Please tell me that whatever it is isn't going to involve violence."</s>	<\|message\|>Nobira Kaede (Surname, Given Name) Kaede looked back over to the soul reaper she didn't recognize as he summarized his version of what had happened. While she listened, her brow grew more and more creased as she started to frown. Whoever he was, he had a twisted sense of propriety if he was talking down to Luna for attacking a Hollow. When another man arrived, again one she didn't recognize, Kaede paused for a moment before growling a response to Angelo's commentary. "A Hollow eating other Hollows doesn't help. That's how a Menos forms, dumbass; Hollows cannibalize one another until a bunch of them come together." She could hardly believe the man was actually a soul reaper, to be saying the sort of things he was saying. Whatever his circumstances were, it seemed like he had some very unusual opinions about how Hollows should be handled. Hopping down from the lamp post, Kaede landed next to Luna. She was about to issue a last ultimatum to the pair of men, when she was interrupted by the emergency ringtone of her soul pager. "What?!" she snapped into the communicator, her sword still in her other hand and at the ready. Shock crossed her face as the voice on the other end of the phone explained what was going on in soul society. "Wait, slow down! What the hell?" She looked a bit dazed as she closed the soul pager and put it in an inside pocket of her shihakusho. Looking at the hollow and the two men, she shook her head. "This'll have to wait," she said, turning to face to Luna "Soul Society's gone bat-shit insane. We need to get back there." Thrusting her sword Higanbana into the air in front of her, she turned it clockwise to open the Senkaimon for them to return through.</s>
<\|description\|>Carter Uberfall Age: 26 Gender: Male Home Faction: Euro-Eastern Skills: Science, quantum tech and biology. Also, card games. Purpose: Research of quantum and supertridimensional technologies, including tleportation and wormholes. Alien biology and evolution research. Strengths: A decade or so of science training has done much more than one would expect. His knowledge covers much more than what he's specializing in. Weaknesses: Not being a very combat-inclined person, his aim isn't the greatest, and he's never taken a hit much harder than what any normal childhood would throw at someone. Weapons: A scientist, Carter isn't exactly the most combat-geared around. However, he does carry a pistol. Special Equipment: The Element Skateboarding Company's latest in hoverboard tech. Said to reach speeds of nearly 50kph, the board utilizes maglev technology to lift its rider about half a meter from ground level. An extremely experimental system. Two briefcase sized bases which allow transfer of matter between the two. Should be used with extreme caution, as it requires careful calculation and has never successfully teleported living matter. Taking its name from the famous D&D item, the bag utilizes quantum technology to simulate four dimensional storage. The bag holds approximately 1 3 m of material. A small set of pistol customizations for his pistol. Various effects include electric, shield piercing, and explosive rounds. Armor/Wear: Often referred to as the Asimov, the 4MV serves as both a scientist's way of getting to hard to reach places and as a mobile research workstation, featuring energy field manipulation/detection, molecular division, and more. Biography: Carter is a scientist in charge of testing some of the new quantum technology for the E2 (this is my abbreviation for the Euro-East, unless you have something else; EE just hurts to say). He's testing some of the new quantum tech his department has been developing; it's all rather dangerous to use, and still needs some more development to keep it from blowing up. Or making a black hole. Honestly, this was just the stuff they didn't want to destroy the solar system with.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s>	<\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s>
<\|description\|>Luna Callahan WIP Age: 23 Gender: Female Personality: To be filled out Home Faction: New Alliance Sponsored Faction: Euro-East Skills: Flying, fixing and maintaining vehicles. Purpose: Piloting everything from dropships to fighters both atmospheric and in space Strengths: Especially agile Weaknesses: Compared to the guys on the team, she is rather weak physically, but she still tries her best. Weapons: Normally she just uses a ballistic pistol, but when landed, she also uses a carbon-steel katana and an energy rifle Special Equipment: Nothing yet Vehicles: Modified with more firepower by Euro-East scientists Biography: Born on the moon to a Korean mother and a Kiwi father as their first kid after trying it at home on earth, they named her, fittingly, "Luna". Growing up in the low-gravity environment, she quickly started to like working out and fiddling with technology. This allowed her to come in contact with a Euro-East research group, which needed someone to test their newest technology in fighter equipment. At the same time Luna entered the Alliance's pilot academy on the Moon. Although still in her teens, she proved to be very skilled trainee and managed to get placed into a special training program, where she was able to develop her aerial skills even more. At the young age of 20 she graduated from the pilot academy and switched her focus entirely on the Euro-East's research project. For this research project she was able to fly a modified version of the Saber-class Interceptor, which was gifted to her at the end of the project. During her time with the scientists, she learned the basics of hand-to-hand combat, combat with various guns and, most importantly, how to fix and repair spacecraft and certain types of land vehicles. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s>	<\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Kelsey Baker Age: 26 Gender: Female Personality: It shall be revealed in the RP. Home Faction: New Alliance Sponsored Faction: Euro-East Bloc Skills: Field medic and hand-to-hand combat Purpose: Military escort Strengths: Fast assessment of any situation with an extensive knowledge of medical practices allowing for in the field treatment. She is also very accurate with her assault rifle and rarely misses when the pressure is on. Weaknesses: Not a fan of insects. She is also prone to receiving headaches that random times when under extreme stress. Weapons: Special Equipment: Her exosuit armor was given to her by the Euro-East which gifts her with increased strength to compensate for what she lacks. Armor/Wear: Biography: Kelsey was born in the New Alliance and always dreamed of going into space to explore the great unknown. The best way she found to do this was to join the military where she learned the skills needed to become a combat medic on and off the battlefield . During her time in the military she made many connections and even had a few friends in the other nations which is how she was able to get her hands on an exosuit for the expedition through the wormhole into the unknown system.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s>	<\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s>
<\|description\|>Sera Kennithson Age: 27 Gender: Female Personality: I'll do this as we go. --- Home Faction: Sino-Russo Sponsored Faction: Sino-Russo --- Skills: Scouting, Moving really really fast, Close-range combat Purpose: Initial planetary scouting to identify threats and protecting researchers from said threats. --- Strengths: Sera is ideal as a scout in the field, she is agile, adapts very quickly to certain situations – for example a gravity shift – and her reflexes are above par. Weaknesses: Not especially bright, whilst Sera does understand your average amount of science, but nothing further than the basic levels. She is also – contrary to her own beliefs – not very strong. It turns out her battles are won mostly due to her experience and her fighting style which uses enemy strength against them. --- Weapons: H0003-12X – Codename: 'Shocklance' The aptly names Shocklance is a close-range wrist mounted weapon which when activated releases a beam of energy designed to stun and incapacitate enemies, especially useful when fighting fast moving or flying enemies. The beam that shoots out is approximately one metre long meaning that many consider it a melee weapon. WX234-EDU – Codename: 'Blinkfusor' The Blinkfusor is a projectile based weapon; it launches a high velocity disc-shaped explosive at an enemy. Due to limits in the speed of the disc the explosives for this model have been toned down meaning that it has nowhere near as much power but it inherits far more speed from the user making it a favourite for faster moving users. --- Special Equipment: Specialised Kinetic Interference Boots – Codename: 'Ski's' Using inbuilt jets these boots produce just enough upwards thrust for the user to hover 5 centimetres above the ground, in combination with an inbuilt kinetic disruptor they allow the wearer to completely bypass friction on the ground. The result is allowing the user to 'Ski' across any surface without losing momentum. It may not seem much but if the wearer chooses too they can temporarily bypass the kinetic disruptor sending more power to the jets resulting in some upward thrust. This means that with some patience and skill in an area with enough hills the wearer can achieve great amounts of speed. WX34-12D – Codename: 'Solar Rail' What appears to be a space glider, the solar rail is just that. Well technically it's an apparatus which allows the user to "surf" on solar waves so to speak, in space this could allow for full on flight but on planets with a standard amount of Earth Gravity it works pretty much as a high-manoeuvrability glider. With a higher gravity it probably wouldn't work at all, anything lower and you get some more freedom of movement. Armor/Wear: Standard lightweight battle suit: Lightweight and highly flexible this standard issue battle suit is perfect for soldiers moving at high speeds, it provides decent protection at the lowest possible weight. Each piece is segmented at the joints allowing for a full range of movement; however this does mean that the wearer loses some potential protection. Vehicles: None that warrant mentioning. Biography: Despite being born in the motherland of Russia, Sera's parents were actually of New Alliance decent; they simply did not share all of their views and instead moved to the motherland itself. After they had done this they began to aid in the progression of the Russians technology, Sera's father was busy helping with neurological implants – unfortunately he was always one or two steps behind everyone else and never really made much of a push into the technology. Her mother on the other hand was helping with the invention of the new gadgets that the Sino-Russo soldiers were being armed with. Two parents, both involved in the war industry was bound to end in a soldier child. It's common sense. Sera, was taught in normal education, fancy schooling was too expensive and home-schooling required too much time on her parents parts, it was all in all a normal childhood. After she left standard education she joined up with the military, spent a few years here and there going up in some ranks, to E2 to be precise, although sometimes she may stretch the truth and claim to be E3 to non-military people, just to seem a bit more important. Then she dropped out of the actual fighting forces before she ever had the chance to go to an actual war. It was all training exercises among other things. It was, as she put it "boring". After that drop out she stayed in the military, in fact she moved to the R&D departments with her parents, to be precise the gadget departments. She didn't have a high enough education level to be able to de research that was all sitting around doing nothing and testing theories, Sera wouldn't have coped. Rather she helped to test out new inventions, firstly was her favourite – something she is still armed with to this day the 'Ski's'. They let you move fast, it was adrenaline pumping, heart pounding excitement that Sera was seeking, and those boots gave it to her. Cycle forward another year or so and she moved again, this time to a scout squadron armed with those very same boots, some solar rails and a few weapons of choice. That was only half a year ago. Now she's on this mission, to go through a worm-hole. This time she had no choice but to stay put in one place, seemingly for as long as she lived. It would be a one-way trip according to officials. But, it would have something none of the other positions had – excitement and adventure. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s>	<\|message\|>Sera Kennithson Sera walked out of the ship, the world she stepped into was breath-taking. The wildlife was... questionable from her first impressions, reptilian monkeys? She supposed that most folk-tales had stranger creatures, but those typically had the courtesy to stay in their folk-tales as nothing but a fantasy. The geology was nothing special, there were plenty of hills and all so her ski's would be useful, but they were nothing compared to the thick jungle canopy they had landed next to. Her mind was under stress, so much new stuff to experience, so little time. So much in fact that she for a brief moment shrank away from her professional side. Being able to say nothing but, "What do we do now?" rather than thinking for herself. Which may have been for the best.</s>
<\|description\|>Dex Slipstream Age: 27 Gender: Male Personality: Dex. is a cocky and headstrong young man, who believes he can take on the world and whatever armor it is wearing. He often makes brash decisions and often comes out holding the short straw, but he bounces back just as fast and might just succeed the next time. He takes offense quickly and is often ready with a comeback, having studied you prior to a conversation, he may not always succeed but bless the boy, he plans. Though he is questionable in terms of how he perceives himself and others, he understand that when it comes down to business, he can't slip up, saving mistakes for his personal endeavors and not when it comes to money. During jobs, he is often serious and highly irritable, wanting everything to go exactly as planned under threat of storming off and brooding. He is a gambling man, often taking risks by accepting impossible jobs and betting on impossible odds because he "had a feeling" and often against people who are much more powerful than himself. Though he would look like the person who would disrespect you in an instant, he has decent manners to those he feels deserving of them but not for those he has issues with. Home Faction: Euro-East Sponsored Faction: Freeman, earns his own keep (works for a living). Skills: Dex, lacking any strong education, is by social terms a yokel. However as he always says, "a diploma doesn't make a person. Dex is weak when it comes to reading but mathematically, his mental arithmetic is superb, though only when it comes to practical things, like whole numbers and decimals. He other then his sound maths, can tell you the name, worth and use of an object just by glancing at it, he wouldn't be a good scavenger if he didn't. He is also good with machines, may they be small and finicky or big engine blocks and rocket motors, he is a male Tinkerbell, just a bit more inappropriate though. Purpose: Shrewd business, bad-tempered gunslinger and mechanic extraordinaire. Strengths: -Repairing anything that is a machine or can be fixed with machines. -Fast and accurate shot with a handgun. -Good at bartering as he knows the value of things. (a screw? one credit. a watch? 1000 credits. A good time? priceless.) -Muhammed Ali… But white, a few run-ins at the bar have honed his skills at punching and kicking things and or hitting things with obscure objects. Weaknesses: -Fond of drinking, often gets drunk and does something stupid. -Isn't fond of any large guns, Mostly because he is small framed and because they take up space that could be occupied by treasure. -Ill-Tempered, prone to outbursts if not handled with caution. -Gambling Man, when it comes to a good wager, it is all or nothing and it often ends up with a scuffle and a few loose teeth. Weapons: -.49 Kolt Revolver, with a blued barrel and cherry grips. -A large bowie knife he wears at his hip when things get uncles and personal, it is dull grey with a 3D printed stag antler as a grip. -His only "Big Gun", a 10 gauge lever action shotgun with synthetic trimmings replacing the wood. He leaves it in his ride most of the times, only taking it out when needed. Special Equipment: -Revolver Auto Loader, a device that is strapped to his wrist and linked to the revolver electronically, when the revolver cylinder is open and the shells are slid out, a small arm comes out and loads in 6 new rounds instantly. -SAT/RAD/COMM Jammer, a device that gives him and his vehicle total electronic invisibility if it is in range of any scanner. -Satchel Charges, he keeps half a dozen in the boot of his vehicle incase he needs to blow through a wall, collapse a cave or start an ambush. -Finally and probably most importantly, a small hydroponics bay in his vehicle that he grows dwarf tobacco in which he rolls into cigarettes. Armor/Wear: As seen in the picture but with a leather aviator jacket that has those cool fur trims. underneath it he wears a white T-Shirt and a ballistic vest, capable of taking a few rounds but won't help against energy weapons, explosives or fire. Vehicles: The love of his life, he had put it together himself, salvaging pieces from wrecks and building it in the style of holovideos from the 1950s, though it may look clunky and slow, he can assure you its the fastest thing in the area, clocking a smooth 200 miles an hour. On the back he has a set of dust diverters, to send the dust cloud behind him back into the floor, to avoid giving away it's position, when parked he turns on it's invisibility function and only shimmers occasionally Biography: He was born to a Belarussian mother and a Canadian father and raised on a rocky, dusty outpost in the thick of Saturn's belt. On a place like that, a solid education was hard to come by, the people being too busy repairing things or prepping ships to actually teach, so he was neglected in that way but the community more then payed their dues. They taught him instead to be practical, stripping away things that would have been useless to them and teaching him how to do fast maths and fix anything that was busted, along with teaching him the science behind what he did and basic literacy skills in a few languages, armed with these basic skills, he scraped a C in the government tests.But because of is skills with fixing and building things, he was head engineer by the time he was 20 and had attracted a lot of attention to the outpost from the larger cities in the belt. When the wormhole had been discovered, he sent out a volunteers notice to the government but they denied him, wanting brighter people to be the first to go. So he waited when the exploration phase had finished and civilians were allowed to go through, he jumper at the opportunity. With his parents blessings and his slim savings, he managed to get a cramped spot on a transport and headed to the new system. Once there, he made profitable business by salvaging and looting drop pods before officials could come and collect their contents, he had made a name for himself and had a minor bounty on his head. This had attracted a lot of good and bad news to him, he joined a gang, they looted drop pods together but soon they stabbed him in the back, literally trying to kill him in the middle of the night because he would always find the little pieces that were worth more then what ever anyone else could scavenge. From then on, he wouldn't tolerate groups who thought they could do what ever they wanted, he went back and had his revenge and in turn they put a 50,000 Credit bounty on his head, but he wouldn't let anyone have his head… Other than the girls at the Whorehouses... Other: He frequently calls home, back to his friends and patents. As exciting adventuring is, he needs some time with loved ones as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream "Wonderful," he said simply, putting on the co-pilot's headset. Dex's hands worked skillfully at the ships controls, the tiny font of the labels clear to his eyes that were use to small writing by now, as Ronica's labels were just as hard to read. After a few moments of what seemed to be absent minding flicking and clicking, a small projection of the ship appeared infont of the pair, turning ever so slowly and displaying information. He leaned back into the chair and put one leg over the other and crossed his arms as he scanned the diagram, he tutted and shook his head. "The pneumatic pressure in the left-rear landing leg is a bit low, you should ask to get that checked before we take off," he fell silent again and scrutinized the image throw seemingly nonchalant eyes, "Reactor coolant levels are also a bit low for my liking but it shouldn't be an issue." Dex leaned his chin into his hand and continued to look at the floating diagram, he turned to the pilot and smiled, "The name's Dex, Slipstream."</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna popped open the diagnostics panel and stared at what it showed on its screen. "Damned software... it's supposed to inform me about any maintenance issues... ugh!" she groaned and shook her head. "Not that important, I have to check it manually for a while, then." She looked over the results of the diagnosis with a slight frown. "Yep, you're right. This certainly has to be fixed before take-off." Grumbling she sent a notice to the hangar engineers to fix all the issues immediately. Finally she turned to face Dex. "Thanks for keeping your eyes open, I guess. I'm Luna. Luna Callahan and I will be your pilot today." She grinned relieved after her anger about buggy diagnostic software.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex smiled, thinking to himself, 'A bit concerning that our pilot did't do any manual checks.' but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to anger the woman who would be his only way off of the rock they were orbiting, so instead he said, "pleasure to be flying Air Callahan," he turned slights to grab his seatbelt and buckle up, tightening the straps to fit him, "I hope you don't mind I ride up here, I'm more use to seeing where I'm going as opposed to being taken to where I'm going." Dex settled into the seat, and did some checks on his equipment, he did not want to be caught pants down if something where to happen on the ex-planet. He decided to initiate small talk to pass the time, "So, Miss Callahan," he emphasized the word Miss, slowly dragging his eyes along her body, from toes to hair, "Tell me a bit about yourself, for the people watching at home." he head heard that saying when he was young, watching hollow-tapes of old reality shows, when the host would want people to elaborate he'd say it, 'For the people watching at home.'</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna shifted around a bit in her seat making herself as comfortable as possible. "I don't mind at all. Just relax and stuff and soak in the beautiful view." She cracked her knuckles and leaned back. "Well... I'm not really that exciting. Just a regular Alliance pilot." She shrugged. "Born on the moon... basically been flying since I've been a little girl. My father was a pilot, my mother was a pilot. Piloting lies in my blood, I guess. Right as I graduated from Pilot Academy, I got deployed in the Ceres Buccaneer Crisis. That was something, I guess." She turned to face Dex. "Have you ever killed somebody? Even if it was 'just' a pirate? I mean, it's probably different if you're directly face to face with the enemy on a ground combat level, but still. I'll never forgot the sight of the pirate fighter going up in flames caused by my guns. It gets easier the second time, but only a bit." She laughed. "Sorry, got dark there for a bit. I'm normally pretty chill."</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered. It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure. Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing. Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others. So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it. He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."</s>	<\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s>
<\|description\|>Piotr Yurievich Gagarin (See what I did there?) Yup, I went there. Age: 27 Gender: Male Personality: You'll see. Home Faction: Sino-Russian Bloc Skills: Electronic maintenance, translation, good at computing as well. Purpose: Piotr is a Neuro-linguist and an electronics engineer. His role is not only to repair any neurological enhancers that might get damaged, but also will serve as an interpreter (Or "Code-breaker", to be more precise), in case of an encounter with another intelligent being. Strengths: Piotr is very persuasive and, even though he doesn't have a massive build, can be intimidating at times, as well as a fast-learner. Weaknesses: Too demanding. He'll do anything to have things done his way, even though it not might be the best for the situation. It can create quite a bit of tension sometimes. The Viper. A Machine Pistol with a rather small clip, but can fire in a really quick burst. This gauntlet, the YYZ-2112. Not only does it include any tool he might need in case of a faulty microchip, this new technology advancement gives him the ability to levitate and move around any small object, from a tiny transistor to a small rock, or even a switchblade, although the bigger the object, the more energy it consumes. Use with precaution. His proud and joy, the Ilyich 1.0 microchip. Quicker and smaller than any other chip in the market, the Ilyich serves as a wireless connection between his brain and a network of supercomputers. This allows him to access databases and communicate with other devices, as well as projecting images and output devices when connected to his gauntlet. Basically a computer... without the computer. Armor/Wear: Nothing too fancy, civilian apparel, according to the climate. Vehicles: No, he gets anywhere he needs either by foot or with someone else. Biography: An orphan, he was taken by the government at a young age, which explains why he can be harsh with others sometimes. Showing proficiency in math and languages, he was quickly targeted by the Bloc to be one of the many explorers of the Solar System. After graduating with Honors in Neuroscience and Linguistics from the University of Moscow, when The Incident happened, his government knew exactly he was the one to explore this uncharted figment of the universe. Other: Due to... reasons, he despises drunks, smokers, and pretty much any vice around.</s> <\|message\|>Dex Slipstream Dex was about to answer when the Commander of the mission came and stopped him, cutting in as Dex opened his mouth to speak. Dex listed carefully to the commander and when he sensed that the man was finished he spoke, "Nice to see you with us Commander," he said casually, extending a hand, "It seems that you've read my files, because you know my name before i introduced myself." He did this of course out of curtesy, not wanting to piss this guy off either but he didn't really care for the man's name, he probably wouldn't use it anyway. He turned back to Callahan, "When exploring space, darkness is something that people come across easily. Yes, I have killed people," He said, resting his hand on the shotgun he propped on a console and running his hand down almost three dozen notches in the synthetic fittings, "Though most of them deserved it, so I feel no remorse." He picked up the lever action shotgun and handed it to the pilot, notches facing her, "But one never forgets." He turned away from her, feeling he made an elaborate enough statement, Instead he concentrated on the dash and watched as the coolest levels rose and the pneumatic pressure increased. "Clear for take off." he said, watching as they ejected Ronica's capsule down to the planet.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna swirled around to face the Commander. "Don't worry, Capt'n, I took my mental exams. I'm completely fine now. Like I said, only the first couple ones are terrible. It gets easier with every next one. I'm at the stage where I can proudly paint my kills on the nose of my fighter." A very cheeky grin appeared on her face and she let the console boop with a tap of her finger. "Well, then. Let's get this girl airborne, shall we?" Playfully Luna let the engines of the dropship roar for a moment. "Mhhh... sounds good. You might want to seek somewhere to strap yourself into", she suggested to the Commander. Grinning she grabbed the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We're good for takeoff! Let's get this party started, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson ---Touching down on G2-S1-P5--- As the Ship dropped all manner of nicknacks and widgets rattled around, blood rushed to the heads of the ships inhabitants as it shot away from the artificial gravity well of the carrier. The ships gyroscopes soon kicked into play stabilising it as it plummeted through space towards the atmosphere; then there was re-entry. As the ship collided with the natural gravity pleasant of the planet it burst into flames, sparks of red at first and then a brilliant blue, the atmosphere must of had excess copper in it. Below there were visions of vines and trees forming a great canopy with streaks of purples to oranges, pinks to blues. The views were astounding, who knows what it would look like from the surface. The shuttle planted itself firmly next to a series of giant mushrooms, towering above the craft. The view from down there was as spectacular than it was from above, it was breathtaking, the sky wasn't the same as back home, where that was mostly blue this sky had a green tint, it was definitely a different universe. The crew could finally dismount onto this strange new world, as soon as there was a confirmation of oxygen that is.</s> <\|message\|>Jackson "Jack" Hughes He switched his helmet from within-range hearing to the global admin chat channel, where he could hear everyone in his crew, whether it just be the cockpit in general, or anyone with a transmitter or tactical helmet of some kind. Combined with the injections that everyone was forced to take, he could keep himself updated on everyone's whereabouts, and anything they say or hear. As required by CentCom, of course, and not entirely under the human rights- but they are in a whole different galaxy, and this was very much demanded by all three factions. Listening in on everyone else's conversations, he strapped himself into the command seat in the small compartment between cockpit and crew bay, where a small desk with monitors and keyboard were, embedded into the desk and wall. Slipping out one of three admin decks- a sort of large, laptop-sized tablet that has the functions to control a small starship- he flicked across the menus to the extra external sensors on the hull of the ship, which were rigged on short notice. Entering the atmosphere showed great promise- a heavy ozone layer kept the planet cooler than expected, but gravitational measurements showed the gravity was rising exponentially. It seemed that the planet would have a significantly higher gravity at sea level than at a level relative to, say, Mount Everest. Rough measurements would say that you could jump closer to two times higher on a Mount Everest-sized mountain, in proportion, than at sea level. Air pressure was heavier, and once they broke into the slightly cloudy green-blue atmosphere, the jungly habitat suggested strong plants. Surface gravity was actually slightly below Earth norm, at about .95 of Earth Gravity. The planet had relatively powerful gravity, since it was 13% smaller than Earth. With all these little facts in his head- he was forced into a long training to make preliminary theories and thoughts, and then investigate- he figured that the atmosphere, from the admin deck, was probably breathable. Either way, when they finally landed, he was the first to the bay's large cargo ramp, swerving around the three large pallets in the middle of the dropship (Supplies, equipment, and some lighter, specialized weaponry and devices), he switched on the enviroshield that would keep the dropship bay Earth-normal, and then set the ramp to descend. He was immediately assaulted by a flying monkey covered in snake-like skin, with four arms and two legs and a long tail ending in a small curved claw. Faced with an unfamiliar creature wrapping itself around his upper torso and head, tail striking uselessly against his armor, small claws sliding off, he fell back with a distinctive clatter, and struggled with the unusually strong, wolf-sized monkey. With its face very close to his own, Jack's very much panicked thoughts were absently observing it- five eyes, one in its forehead, another where they would "normally" be, and another set farther apart, allowing a full 260 degree view, with a mouth dominated by a row of flat, squat teeth suited for eating plants or fruit, and then a second row of teeth dominated by spiky, irregular canines that seemed to move on their own. He groaned, and let the monkey thing try to eat him. After a moment, his fist came up and connected against the muscled, scaly body. The solid impact tossed it to the side, and it scurried out immediately after, recovering quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Carter Uberfall Watching the monkey... thing claw at the commander for a few moments, Carter stepped outside, fumbling a bit with his pistol. Shame it had ran; he was sure that they would want to analyze it back at the lab, finding all the little quirks of his biology. He inched across the ground, fully expecting to be attacked at any moment, spinning to try to watch everywhere. It was hard to take in all this, honestly. The giant mushrooms probably had some sort of connection like some back on Earth did. He supposed that if so, the planet's largest organism was probably the mushrooms, collectively. He was probably walking over some of it right now. Seeing a small twitch, he jumped. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the monkeys might not be the top of the food chain around here. Well, he'd find out eventually, he supposed.</s> <\|message\|>Kelsey Baker When the shuttle took off from the hanger, Kelsey sealed the helmet on her head and booted it up to make sure all the functions were working. On her wrist appeared a heads up display showing the vital signs of all the expedition members provided by the same injections that was required for the transmitter. She had been in plenty of dropships during her time the infantry and was very used to the felling of the ship hitting the atmosphere and breaking through to the surface. Kelsey watched as the commanding officer open the hatch leading to the surface and was shocked when a primate like creature attacked the man activating an alarm on her heads-up display. The alarm indicated an elevated adrenaline level as Hughes fought off the creature and got to his feet. She unhooked her harness and approached the man as the levels returned to normal on her meters. "Well that is an interesting start to this little adventure Sir. Don't worry you will be fine, that's why I am here." The medic smiles at him through her mask and patted him on the back before hefting her rifle onto her shoulder ready for anything that could happen.</s> <\|message\|>Luna Callahan Luna stepped out of the landing craft and pressed a button on the side of the ship. With an audible hissing the whole side moved outwards and transformed into a platform. "I call this, the picnic button.", she exclaimed smiling as the comstation and the chairs and tables unfolded. "I'll make sure I'll stay in contact with you, in case you're planning to wander around", she told the crew and plopped down on one of the chairs as the sunroof unfolded with her handgun placed on the table in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sera Kennithson Sera walked out of the ship, the world she stepped into was breath-taking. The wildlife was... questionable from her first impressions, reptilian monkeys? She supposed that most folk-tales had stranger creatures, but those typically had the courtesy to stay in their folk-tales as nothing but a fantasy. The geology was nothing special, there were plenty of hills and all so her ski's would be useful, but they were nothing compared to the thick jungle canopy they had landed next to. Her mind was under stress, so much new stuff to experience, so little time. So much in fact that she for a brief moment shrank away from her professional side. Being able to say nothing but, "What do we do now?" rather than thinking for herself. Which may have been for the best.</s>	<\|message\|>Piotr Yurievich Gagarin (See what I did there?) "We survive". Piotr stepped out of the ship just as the creature attacked Jack, being able to see what happened. In the split second he spent outside the ship before the incident, he couldn't help but stare at the jungle, astonished. They had made it, they were the first to explore this unknown spot in the universe, and it was up to them to study and catalog the place. But before they could do their duty, they had to assure their own safety. As the attack happened, he immediately realized the imminent danger they were exposed to. They weren't at home and, as far as he knew, anything could mean the end for this squad of Space Explorers. It would take a while to get used to the idea of having to be careful of absolutely everything around them, but they had to do it if they wanted to get back home at some point. "You", he said while turning his head at the hurt soldier, "if I were you, I'd get that checked immediately. For all we know, that creature could have injected some sort of neurotoxin and you could die any second now". He now directed his speech to everyone around him. "As for the rest of you, I'd suggest you to be really careful. You may not have noticed it yet, but we are no longer on Earth, so don't act as if we were. Be wary of your surroundings. If something gets close to you, it's likely to eat you".</s>
<\|description\|>Captain Regina Rios Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): Appearance With Armor: None Homeworld: New Alexandria, Reach, Epsilon Eridani System Race: Human Rank: Captain Position: UNSC Navy Captain of the UNSC Trinity Primary Weapon: M90A CAWS Shotgun Secondary Weapon: M6H Magnum Handgun Personality: Whenever Regina is usually on duty she tends to have a rather stern attitude and an air of authority over the people she works with, she is very smart and one of the best tacticians the UNSC has. Whenever Regina is off duty she is very laxed and will even socialize with the men and women she works with, she is actually very loving and caring towards the people she considers her friends and family but she will not show it on duty. Bio: Regina Rios was born on September 29th, 2515 in the city of New Alexandria her father was a UNSC marine while her mother was a nurse working in the hospital in New Alexandria. Growing up Regina lived a normal life having friends she would always listen to her fathers stories whenever he was home on leave. Having an interest in joining the UNSC when she turned eighteen Regina joined with the UNSC Navy, training for a few years and graduated becoming a lieutenant and assigned to the UNSC Harrisburg for a number of years eventually becoming the first officer aboard it. As the Human-Covenant War started Regina fought in many battles and being assigned to various other UNSC vessels up until the Battle of Reach, still the same rank she was assigned to the UNSC Superior a Marathon Class. During The Battle of Reach the UNSC Superior suffered major damage the captain died due to injuries suffered, Regina now in command managed to destroy two Covenant Cruisers before being ordered to fall back to Earth, much to her discontent seeing her homeworld being glassed before her and her parents Regina fell back with the remaining UNSC vessels that were ordered to made a blind jump, eventually making it back to Earth a few weeks later. Regina read all of the reports and received word that her father died during the Fall of Reach though her mother survived. She was eventually given the rank of Captain of UNSC Superior, then the First Battle of Earth started when the Prophet of Regret invaded the Sol System joining the rest of the Home Fleet managed to take down a few Covenant ships before Regrets Carrier broke through the lines and started the attack on New Mombasa. The coming weeks eventually The Prophet of Truth came and continued the battle until the finishing days of the war Regina was finally able to get some time off. Spending time with her mother on Earth spending her time away from the battle several years pass and she was given the control over the second Infinity Class the UNSC Trinity. Name: Sharia Age: 5 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: None Homeworld: UNSC Trinity Race: Smart AI (Appearance Human hologram is a light purple) Rank: None Position: UNSC Trinity's Ship AI. Primary Weapon: None Secondary Weapon: None Personality: Very smart, can be very cocky and tends to act higher then anyone else though she does care for her human care takers. She tends to also flirt with girls a lot of the time just to joke around, she works well with Captain Rios. Bio: Originally made from a human donor like most 4th Generation Smart AIs, Sharia was made towards the end of Trinity's construction. She was made to watch over and protect the crew of the Trinity, Sharia helps keep the ship running properly. Sharia is usually seen on the bridge of the Trinity and talking with Captain Regina Rios, and always calls her by her first name. Misc Info: Name: Sophia Harris Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan Commander Primary Weapon: MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System Secondary Weapon: M7/Caseless Submachine Gun Personality: When not on duty Sophia tends to be very friendly and outgoing with those she knows very well, but when she is on duty she will be very strict with those who work under her she is very smart, she tends to be very calm when in the middle of a fire zone. She can be your friend but if you betray her in someway you will be treated poorly. Bio: Originally born on Earth and raised in Chicago on Earth Sophia lived with her parents growing up Sophia was very popular in her school, both of her parents were teachers. As Sophia got older she would look up news on the war when she turned eighteen Sophia enlisted with the UNSC Marine Corps, when she completed basic training Sophia was just a private back then. After a few engagements with the Covenant Sophia was asked to join the ODSTs which she accepted, when the Covenant attacked Earth Sophia was now a leader of her own squad. She was assigned to the UNSC Superior working along with Captain Rios, Sophia participated in the ground assaults when Truth came to Earth a few days later after Regret left. She participated in the Battle of Voi when the portal was activated Sophia and her squad watched as Truth fled to the Ark. A few minutes after that the Flood came her and her squad were ordered to retreat. Fighting off the last of the Covenant on Earth then the war was over. About a year after the war Sophia was recruited into the Spartan IV Program, where she was trained at Anvil Station and participated in the War Games. Due to her leadership Sophia was given the assignment to UNSC Trinity as the Spartan Commander aboard it. Misc Info:</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer -Rose, UNSC Trinity Rose begins to reload, seeing that the elite was threatening to kill his prisoner. "Rose, I'm detecting signs of a significant data cache of forerunner intel as well as a forerunner weapon." Rose nods, but then bangs her fist against the wall as a , then ducks back around the corner to hide from the fire of the two jackals. "Bridge, this is Rose. An elite has made off with a significant Forerunner data cache, a Forerunner weapon and a scientist. I'm going to take a prisoner." She says through her COM, before darting out. In a split second, she decided to take the Jackal with the shield. The shield would be good for research on shield technology, and she figured it would be easier to take a Jackal nor injured rather than a Jackal with several bullets wounds. Rose fired a few more rounds into the already-injured Jackal, and then slammed into the shielded Jackal, pinning it to the ground and ripping the pistol out of it's hand, breaking a few fingers of the alien. She lifts the jackal like a child and pin's it's gun to her armour, carrying the creature under her arm away to a containment cell. -Verdin, Unfathomable Truth "Major, I'm redirecting you. You shall move to regroup with special operations officer 'Tevum. He is conducting a very important mission. Chocon out." Just as Verdin snapped off the COM, a new window opened up with a flash, displaying a face of a Human. This is very unusual. Who are these different races. He listened to the person who started to talk to him, and then formulated a plan. It may be dishonoring, allying with Humans, however if this Sith Empire did not know about the Covenant, he could use this as a tactical advantage. "Sith Empire, I am Fleetmaster Verdin Chocon of the Covenant. The forces that we are attacking have stolen technology, technology that has been set by the gods for us to discover." He clicked his mandibles.</s> <\|message\|>Carl Celdak Reza stopped moving as he spoke again into his comm, this time to Khazo, "Officer 'Tevum, this is Major 'Mosam. We have been informed that you require assistance. Where are we needed and how can we be of use?" According to the mission data the Unfathomable had sent him, Khazo's last location was possibly a few hallways away as well as a floor below. Curse these humans and their confusing, maze-like ships. --- Technology from gods? Carl thought to himself. Though he doubted said tech was in fact by divine beings; having those that used the tech being called gods by a faction with space-faring ships meant it was probably very powerful technology. With that in mind, the General wondered if the Republic knew about this UNSC faction and the artifacts that the Covenant had in their disposal. It was somewhat odd of the Republic to be here and suddenly allying itself with this UNSC faction. He hoped the Sith Empire could gain from the retrieval of this tech, and maybe he'd rise higher as well. Carl doubted a lasting alliance could be made with a religious group like this, especially if the Sith got a hold of this technology themselves but it would be necessary to team up in order to halt the escape of this UNSC faction. His thoughts were but a brief few seconds when he spoke back to Fleetmaster Verdin, "Well it seems our enemy, the Republic, has allied itself with your thieves. We will offer what help we can with our fighter and bomber squadrons as our fleet tackles the Republic fleet. We will also send some of our boarding craft to help apprend your thieves. Send us priority targets so we can send a squad of bombers to disable them." Carl knew he was overstepping his authority, as he had no command over the vessels of the fleet but he figured that, if everything goes well, the Sith Lord won't get too upset. Besides, a temporary truce would increase their chances of success against the Republic and their friends, instead of it being a three-way battle in the Republic scum's favour.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia & Watters arrived at Khazo and his hostage's location from different directions within seconds of each other. "Watters don't fire on the person in the weird armor, he or she is from one of the ships that is helping shoot Covenant boarding craft." Felicia examined the situation, she didn't recognize the alien species before her. She extended the lightsaber in her left hand. Leaving her left one free to be used as a blaster. "You want to release the hostage and return everything you took." Watters watched in fascination of Felicia. "I think that is some form of mind control being employed." Taber thought aloud. Watters took aim with her assault rifle to kill the elite as soon as opening presented itself.</s>	<\|message\|>Captain Regina Rios "Listening in on the Covenant's transmission to the other fleet." Sharia said looking over at the captain for a moment, as she continued to focus on controlling the ship as well and giving the bridge crew targets to fire on. "We also have one of our new allies on board helping with Watters with getting the hostage out of there grasp as well as the Forerunner tech we uncovered. And Fire Team Dauntless, as well as 228 and Commander Harris are making their way to the engine room, I've locked down the stragglers in the engine room." Sharia said, the captain looked at the AI and smiled at her. "Thank you, send orders to the other ships to focus on their fire on the Covenant still." ---------------- Once Dauntless had caught up with 228 and herself Sophia quickly called for the tram, which quickly came by and then got inside of the tram which would quickly move down the length of the ship, and eventually came to the engine room. Sophia was the first one out, and looked to the team of ODSTs and at 228. "Focus your fire on the Covies, but leave the sangheili team leader alive he might have useful information and could use him for a prisoner exchange." Sophia said, and made it to the blast doors to the engine room, seeing the giant reactor at the center of the room. And the team of Covenant on the other end of the room and quickly made her way to cover and started to fire on the weaker targets first, taking out a Kig-Yar sniper. ------------------ Nara followed Carl over to the communications console just in time to see Verdin appear, crossing her arms over her chest listening to what the alien had to say never having met this alien species before she was interested and wondered if they would be of any use to her. She looked towards the commander as he gave the order to send boarding crafts over to the Trinity which was a good idea. The Sith Lord gave Carl a pat on the shoulder and then turned to Verdin. "Like my commander has said we will help you retrieve what they have stolen from you, I will come over to your ship soon. We will also send you coordinates for a safe location for you. " Nara said turning to Carl. "You have command I will visit this Fleetmaster myself." Nara then started to leave the bridge and made her way to the hangar where her personal craft was, and quickly flew it out of the hangar to the Unfathomable.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters The Steele Chameleon dropped out of Hyper Space near the battle going on. HK-51 was plugged into the weapons console firing at any of the boarding craft, under strict orders not to destroy but to cripple beyond repair. Taly was flying like a madwoman attempting to prevent any one target from being able to lock on to their ship. Felicia was on the comms. "To the UNSC Trinity this is the Steele Chameleon we picked up your distress call, we are here to render aid as best as we can. Whatever is wrong with your Hyperdrive I suggest you get fixed soon. This sector of space is quite unfriendly. We need to leave before a Sith ship picks up your distress call." ------------------ Spartan Watters had to clean the blood and brains of a marine off the visor of her helmet. She gathered all the grenades of every marine in close proximity. Using some EB Green she taped them all together. She began firing what some may see as incompetently. She was forcing the Covenant forces to group together as much as possible. As they started to gather she pulled pins on all the grenades and let it cook for a second or two then threw the mass into the crowd. She watched the as the group turned into a very beautiful mist of Covenant blood. From the chest up her armor was completely drenched in blood. A marine to her right started whooping and hollering. She smacked him upside the head.</s> <\|message\|>Captain Regina Rios "We have a subspace anomaly captain, getting a small ship unknown is coming in. As well as hail patching it in." Sharia said looking over at Regina. Regina stood up from her seat walking over towards the communications officer. "Thank you for the assist, we are currently working on getting out slipspace drive up and running, just keep them off our backs. We are sending you targets just keep them off a bit longer." Regina said looking towards Regina and gave her a nod ordering her to light up some boarding crafts to take out. "How long till the slipspace drive is active?" Regina asked looking towards Sharia for an answer. "Five minutes but it wont get us far it will take awhile to get the proper repairs done." Sharia answered. "Give us five minutes, if you can give us a safe location to jump." Regina said to the Steele Chameleon. ----- Sophia rolled out of the way from a Covenant elite just in time to see 228 shooting an Elite in the chest with his shotgun, she turned to look at him and gave him a quick nod in thanks. Sophia quickly went for cover and took aim at a group of grunts with her assault rifle taking a few out in a single burst, and then tossed a frag grenade out at a pair of jackals taking aim at a few marines who were pinned down. Sophia watched 228 going for a sangehili zealot, knowing that they were a big threat. "228 be careful." She said over the radio as she focused on suppressing fire on the covenant.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia began talking to herself trying to work out the best location. She eventually settled on the location of the last Republic Warship they saw the Valor. She transmitted the coordinates. "Location is the last known location of the Republic Warship Valor. Not sure who the captain is but to be on the safe side make sure only the absolutely critical systems are powered up." ---------------- Spartan Watters gathered what was left of the Marines. She ordered two Marines to take command of the tank. She then ordered several more to gather the wounded on the far side of the tank where they would be protected from stray fire. While the rest were ordered to gather any weapons, ammo, and grenades, didn't matter if it was Covenant or human. Taber Fuson relayed a status update. On a computer station behind the tank Watters had Taber bring up a video feed of several areas. One area showed nothing but dead humans and plenty of Covenant forces. "Could you?" Taber analyzed the area. "Possibly. No human life signs in the vicinity. The Captain won't be to happy." Watters shrugged it off. "As you wish." The side of the ship was damaged in that area. "Taber overloaded a damaged power conduit running through the area which caused the side of the ship to blow out. Sucking out all the Covenant forces. "Sealing off the area to prevent someone from accessing the area. "Be prepared to have the captain rip you a new one." Watters straightened up. "Meh. One highly unvaluable area off limits versus Covenant reaching half a dozen critical areas unimpeded." Watters grabbed some ammo and then marched off. To another location of Covenant forces. "Watters I always wondered why the eggheads didn't come up with a virus to kill the various Covenant races, release that on a ship instant end to the threat. What about you?" Watters checked her ammo gauge. "No fun." Taber chuckled.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia began talking to herself trying to work out the best location. She eventually settled on the location of the last Republic Warship they saw the Valor. She transmitted the coordinates. "Location is the last known location of the Republic Warship Valor. Not sure who the captain is but to be on the safe side make sure only the absolutely critical systems are powered up." ---------------- Spartan Watters gathered what was left of the Marines. She ordered two Marines to take command of the tank. She then ordered several more to gather the wounded on the far side of the tank where they would be protected from stray fire. While the rest were ordered to gather any weapons, ammo, and grenades, didn't matter if it was Covenant or human. Taber Fuson relayed a status update. On a computer station behind the tank Watters had Taber bring up a video feed of several areas. One area showed nothing but dead humans and plenty of Covenant forces. "Could you?" Taber analyzed the area. "Possibly. No human life signs in the vicinity. The Captain won't be to happy." Watters shrugged it off. "As you wish." The side of the ship was damaged in that area. "Taber overloaded a damaged power conduit running through the area which caused the side of the ship to blow out. Sucking out all the Covenant forces. "Sealing off the area to prevent someone from accessing the area. "Be prepared to have the captain rip you a new one." Watters straightened up. "Meh. One highly unvaluable area off limits versus Covenant reaching half a dozen critical areas unimpeded." Watters grabbed some ammo and then marched off. To another location of Covenant forces. "Watters I always wondered why the eggheads didn't come up with a virus to kill the various Covenant races, release that on a ship instant end to the threat. What about you?" Watters checked her ammo gauge. "No fun." Taber chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 didn't give the commander a response, focusing instead on his familiar dance with the Zealot's blade. He attacked from the right, the Zealot forced a parry from the left, the Zealot attacked from the left, 228 parried from the left and countered from the right and so on and so forth. Both warrior's focused on the opponent in front of them, the rest of the fight happening being drowned out by the sound of 228's katana meeting the Energy Blade blow for blow. After what seemed like eternity, the Spartan found his opening in the Zealot's guard. Slamming the hilt of his katana into the Elite's chin area, the spins and slices twice on the Zealot as he stumbles, once to knock out the shields and the second time to take off the Zealot's head. Rotating in a full circle once, he thrusts forwards through the Zealot's chest and pulls out, sheathing the sword, pulling out his shotgun, and continuing the fight as the Zealot fell to the floor with a wet thud.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Watters encountered several more Marines on her way to her next objective. She sent them to the docking bay to reinforce that position. Before she got to her next objective she stopped by the armory to gather materials for her trap. Once at her objective she began placing landmines to thin the very large heard of Covenant coming for the bridge. She waited around a corner, for the distinctive boom. After a few minutes the first boom came, followed quickly by a second and then a little longer a third. Taber brought up a thermal imaging display from the security cameras on Watters HUD. Using that Watters used that to throw grenades with decent enough accuracy to thin it out more. Once she used up the last of her grenades she pulled out her assault rifle to finish them off. -------------------------------- "UNSC Trinity my Hyper Drive is spooled up, we're ready to go at any moment just give us the word." Felicia was getting worried it's been nearly fifteen minutes and they said they would be ready in five.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer -Rose, UNSC Trinity Rose begins to reload, seeing that the elite was threatening to kill his prisoner. "Rose, I'm detecting signs of a significant data cache of forerunner intel as well as a forerunner weapon." Rose nods, but then bangs her fist against the wall as a , then ducks back around the corner to hide from the fire of the two jackals. "Bridge, this is Rose. An elite has made off with a significant Forerunner data cache, a Forerunner weapon and a scientist. I'm going to take a prisoner." She says through her COM, before darting out. In a split second, she decided to take the Jackal with the shield. The shield would be good for research on shield technology, and she figured it would be easier to take a Jackal nor injured rather than a Jackal with several bullets wounds. Rose fired a few more rounds into the already-injured Jackal, and then slammed into the shielded Jackal, pinning it to the ground and ripping the pistol out of it's hand, breaking a few fingers of the alien. She lifts the jackal like a child and pin's it's gun to her armour, carrying the creature under her arm away to a containment cell. -Verdin, Unfathomable Truth "Major, I'm redirecting you. You shall move to regroup with special operations officer 'Tevum. He is conducting a very important mission. Chocon out." Just as Verdin snapped off the COM, a new window opened up with a flash, displaying a face of a Human. This is very unusual. Who are these different races. He listened to the person who started to talk to him, and then formulated a plan. It may be dishonoring, allying with Humans, however if this Sith Empire did not know about the Covenant, he could use this as a tactical advantage. "Sith Empire, I am Fleetmaster Verdin Chocon of the Covenant. The forces that we are attacking have stolen technology, technology that has been set by the gods for us to discover." He clicked his mandibles.</s> <\|message\|>Carl Celdak Reza stopped moving as he spoke again into his comm, this time to Khazo, "Officer 'Tevum, this is Major 'Mosam. We have been informed that you require assistance. Where are we needed and how can we be of use?" According to the mission data the Unfathomable had sent him, Khazo's last location was possibly a few hallways away as well as a floor below. Curse these humans and their confusing, maze-like ships. --- Technology from gods? Carl thought to himself. Though he doubted said tech was in fact by divine beings; having those that used the tech being called gods by a faction with space-faring ships meant it was probably very powerful technology. With that in mind, the General wondered if the Republic knew about this UNSC faction and the artifacts that the Covenant had in their disposal. It was somewhat odd of the Republic to be here and suddenly allying itself with this UNSC faction. He hoped the Sith Empire could gain from the retrieval of this tech, and maybe he'd rise higher as well. Carl doubted a lasting alliance could be made with a religious group like this, especially if the Sith got a hold of this technology themselves but it would be necessary to team up in order to halt the escape of this UNSC faction. His thoughts were but a brief few seconds when he spoke back to Fleetmaster Verdin, "Well it seems our enemy, the Republic, has allied itself with your thieves. We will offer what help we can with our fighter and bomber squadrons as our fleet tackles the Republic fleet. We will also send some of our boarding craft to help apprend your thieves. Send us priority targets so we can send a squad of bombers to disable them." Carl knew he was overstepping his authority, as he had no command over the vessels of the fleet but he figured that, if everything goes well, the Sith Lord won't get too upset. Besides, a temporary truce would increase their chances of success against the Republic and their friends, instead of it being a three-way battle in the Republic scum's favour.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia & Watters arrived at Khazo and his hostage's location from different directions within seconds of each other. "Watters don't fire on the person in the weird armor, he or she is from one of the ships that is helping shoot Covenant boarding craft." Felicia examined the situation, she didn't recognize the alien species before her. She extended the lightsaber in her left hand. Leaving her left one free to be used as a blaster. "You want to release the hostage and return everything you took." Watters watched in fascination of Felicia. "I think that is some form of mind control being employed." Taber thought aloud. Watters took aim with her assault rifle to kill the elite as soon as opening presented itself.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black Homeworld: Earth Race: Human Rank: Spartan Position: Spartan IV Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe. The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world. She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her. Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program. Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance). Name: Felicia Steele Age: 34 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Nomad Race: Human Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber) The blades are electric blue in color. They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Secondary Weapon: Light-shield The shield is electric blue in color It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters. It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness. Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship. Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat Homeworld: Zeltros Race: Zeltron Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice Position: Republic Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color. They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater. They incorporate the trapped grip modification. Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic. Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length. *It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater. Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends. Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions. Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers. Name: HK-51 Age: Unknown Gender: Masculine Programming Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa Race: Droid Rank: N/A Position: unsure what to put here Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master. HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was. Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques. Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional. Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s>
<\|description\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Age: Around 56 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): N/A Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): Homeworld: Reach Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Position: Spartan-II Primary Weapon: M90 CAWS Shotgun if close quarters, Sniper Rifle System 99D-S2 Anti-Matériel for recon and long range Secondary Weapon: Single Edged Katana/M6G combat pistol/combat knife and kukri knife, all stowed on his person Personality: Foxtrot-228 is like most Spartan-IIs and has a hard time in social situations outside dealing with his fellow Spartans. Being one of two surviving Spartan-IIs has been hard on him, making him more introverted and anti-social than normal. Bio: Foxtrot-228 has shown high levels of proficiency with all forms of weaponry at all ranges, but he seems to have a prefereence for being relatively close to the combat, using the M90 CAWS, M6G Magnum, and his knives and katana in tandem with each other. Along with that, he has vulunteered on several occasions for recon missions that the ODST and recon Spartans deemed suicidal and impossible and returned unharmed with mission critical information on the Insurrectionist and Covenant targets while having removed key targets in the recon area. Incredibly lethal hand-to-hand combatant, considered to be a Hyper Lethal Vector on par with Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117. Misc Info: Katana is made of high carbon steel, with an anti-flash, non-reflective titanium carbide coating, edge coated for corrosion resistance. Uses an Active Camouflage Module. Is paired with UNSC Smart AI 9287-2, code name Alice. Specializes in CQC, mid-range combat, and advanced recon.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Spartan Watters when not in cryo was usually in one of two places training on S-Deck or in the armory. This time though she was patrolling the most likely areas for a boarding party with a squad of ODST. These ODST she had known before her ascension to Spartanhood. They knew her better than her parents did. They understood her unusual way of speaking and even her nonverbal communication. Watters had no need to call in for a status update her A.I. Taber Fuson kept her apprised of all relevant information. Taber also kept an eye on the Covie ships looking for smaller ships coming their way with a boarding party. If one was sent Taber would calculate the most likely insertion point so Watters and her ODSTs could get there hopefully before the they could exit their craft.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Foxtrot-228, lovingly called LT by Alice, wasn't in his cryo pod, nor was he training his hand-to-hand techniques on the S-Deck. He was on the firing range, checking the range that his sniper rifle was calibrated to. Normally he kept to sighted in to just under it's maximum range, so he was always able to take out any priority targets he came across on recon missions deep in Covenant territory. He'd gone straight to the firing range when Alice informed him that the battle had been interrupted by a sudden and forced jump into slip space. Never hurt to sight in one's weapons, or to clean them even though he'd not really fired them much since being assigned to the Trinity. "Orders coming in, LT. Looks like we're prepping to take the fight to the Covies." Firing one last round down range, which took his target in the head. Placing the weapon back on it's place on the rack, he grabs his shotgun and places it on his back along with his katana and the M6G combat pistol he almost always had on his hip. "How's the damage to the Trinity? Anything we can use to keep them at a distance?" Alice rolled her eyes in her picture on the top left of Foxtrot-228's HUD. Of course he was more worried about tactical information than anything else. Guess old habits really did die hard with her Spartan II. Of course, her concern was him and always would be. And her Rampancy had been taken care of when the UNSC had recovered the two of them from Requiem, so she wouldn't be leaving the LT anytime soon. "Engines and weapons are down from what Sharia will share. Shields are just barely in working order and our friends followed us over to...wherever the hell we are. Astrogation charts are useless as there's no readily identifiable star clusters nearby." 228 grunted and headed for the bridge. Maybe the captain could shed some light on what exactly had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer "Are you sure you want to use that?" Emily shakes her head in response to Cody's question, slinging her rocket launcher onto her shoulder and grabbing an MA5C off of the table in the center of the room. Cody shrugs and grabs his own set of weapons. A moment after they begin picking grenades, Andrew strolls in as if he was having a casual day at work, grabbing a standard loadout of a pistol and rifle. "You been grabbing the drugs, private?" Emily asks, a grin on her face. "You know, I'm not sure the UNSC will react well if you are nicking all of the morphine for adrenaline pumps and overdoses." Andrew looks back at her with a grin on his face. "Shut up, or I'll give you a prostate exam and then tell the UNSC I did it because you and Cody slept together." Emily and Cody's faces both go red as Andrew laughs. The door of the armory slides open, and Samuel takes long strides toward them. "Sergeant on deck! Dauntless, form up!" Emily calls, and the trio stand ramrod straight in a line along the table they were organizing their weapons on. Now that they were paying attention to their squad leader, they saw that there was someone in white armour following behind. "At ease," Samuel says, standing opposite of his team, the Spartan standing aside. "This is Spartan Rose. She will be accompanying us, mainly for spook reasons-" Rose gives Samuel a sharp look from beneath her helmet, and he returns the look, though a lot more casually. "Go ahead. If you don't like the way I speak, say it yourself." Rose turns to the ODSTs again, and clears her throat. "According to our resources, star charts, and cross referencing of data analysis, it has been concluded that this is a new system. For ONI sections one through three, including ONI division delta six, I am required to gather intelligence of this system." She turns her head back to Samuel, who scowls lightly. "Dauntless, grab your gear." Arrow had been gathering information on the current scenario, and was compressing and piling files in Rose's storage drive on the Trinity. "You know," He says in her helmet speakers, "You didn't need to be so harsh with them. Even though Mr Peterson looks ready to shove you out of an airlock." Rose giggles quietly, and wiggles her eyebrows at Samuel's image on her HUD. "Jeez, you make that sound like I was angry." She says, watching fireteam Dauntless grab their equipment. Once they are done, they move out, Rose following.</s> <\|message\|>Sari Nevran Unknown Sector Republic Warship Valor Sari stood on the bridge of Thranta-Class Corvette she had her arms behind her back overlooking the bridge, with a small fleet of five ships. One of the bridge crew looked down at the communications. "Ma'am we are getting a distress call." The communications officer said turning to look over at Jedi Master Nevran, she started to walk over towards him. "Play it." She said, and the officer nodded as he turned it onto the intercom. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." The officer looked up at Sari looking for orders, listening to the message once more. A different officer, the navigations officer, looked up as well. "We can be there in ten minutes, maybe eight if we push the engines," she claims. Sari closed her eyes sensing a disturbance in the force, and nodded. "Set in the course then order the fleet as well." She ordered, the navigations officer nodded as she put in the coordinates the Republic fleet went into hyperspace. The edge Between the Seat of the Empire and Unknown Sector. Imperial Warship Crescents Wrath Nara sat in her seat quietly looking out into the view port of her ship watching as a few fighters flew by the bridge, so far the day had been rather dull. She stares at the Oppessor for a moment until she heard one of the bridge officers voices, Nara sighed as she stood up and approached her. "We are reciving some sort of distress call within the Unknown Sector." She said staring at her for a few seconds before pressing a button letting the message play. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." It took a few moments before Nara said anything she had never even heard of these factions before, and then nodded. "Order the fleet to intercept them, we will drag them back with us if we have to." Nara said before turning back to sit back in her command seat. The navigation and communication officers nod before sending out the order to jump.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer Unfathomable Truth Intercept course with the UNSC Trinity Watching as the Operations officer does his work, Verdin begins to look through the ships' troop compliments. "Get troops to the boarding craft and dropships," Verdin commands. "And then immediately launch a wave of boarding craft." The communications officer bows his head before relaying orders to the fleet. He turns around again to look back at Verdin. "Fleetmaster, the Valence is now back up to full operational status," he says. Verdin relaxes slightly. The CCS class ship would prove to be effective against the Trinity, he thought to himself. Before Verdin has a chance to reply, the command center's doors slide open to reveal a familiar face, whom bows before speaking. "Khazo, the ship is still under repairs," Verdin explains to the lower ranking Sangheili. "However, the fleet are now releasing boarding craft, and the Valence is operational to assist them. Go now to a craft, and fufill your orders. I know that they are of great importance." Verdin turns back to the operations officer, who gives a slight bow of his head. "The first wave of boarding craft has been released, fleetmaster." UNSC Trinity Current Location: Unknown Arrow multitasked, running through the ship's systems as well as monitoring what Rose and fireteam Dauntless were doing. Suddenly, there was a ping, as one of the Covenant ship's signatures duplicated, and then did it again, and again. It took a nanosecond for Arrow to realise that Covenant boarding craft had been deployed, as well as dropships. Quickly, he pings Trinity's communication and operation officers with an alert, and at the same time he informs Rose of the situation. "Rose, we have hostile boarding craft closing fast," He says, his face turning stern in his image in the corner of her HUD. She blinks before she looks down at the shorter ODSTs. "Dauntless, we have boarding craft closing in. Get ready for action!" She says, as the ODST's look at eachother. Not a moment later, Trinity's intercom goes off. "Now hear this, now hear this, Covenant boarding craft are approaching! Battle ready status, people!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Taber Fuson put up a way point on Spartan Watters HUD. She motioned for the ODST follow. If they got there quick enough they could ambush the Covenant forces as they exited their craft. The Spartan raced ahead to secure the scene just in case they were not quick enough. Taber Fuson had sent out a call to all forces in the vicinity of the exact location where the boarding parties would be entering, and kept them updated as they approached or if they changed headings. Spartan Watters quickly followed by the ODST team with her arrived in time to get behind cover and watch as they cut a hole into the side of the ship. The side of the ship fell with a loud thud. Before the dust even cleared six grenades were thrown into the hole. --------------------- "Mistress we are picking up a distress call of a ship under attack." Felicia didn't look up from her book. "Then make course for the location best possible speed. Then wake up our overzealous murderbot. Have him man the cannons. Make sure he knows to disable not to kill." Taly did as instructed. "At best possible speed without taxing the engines we will arrive in eight minutes." Taly then left to wake up HK-51. Felicia placed a bookmark and took a seat previously occupied by Taly. --------------------- Spartan Watters put a knife through the brain of the last of the Covenant forces from this boarding craft. She looked around, all the ODST were dead. She didn't have the time to mourn the last of her friends. She marched on to the location of some more Covenant forces. She picked up some random Marines on the way. She didn't bother to get their names or ranks they would be dead soon enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 had been on his way to the bridge when Alice told him the Covenant ships had launched boarding craft. Changing course for a nearby hangar. "Open a com channel to the captain." Alice smiles and static comes to life on the bridge of the Trinity. "This is Foxtrot-228 inbound to the hangar nearest my position. What's the readout on the incoming enemy forces?" As he walked he checked his shotgun, making sure a round was loaded. Putting it on his back, he draws his katana and checks for wear and tear. Alice talked as he worked. "Should have had you grab at least an assault rifle. We'll be fighting in a hangar after all. Maybe just your sniper would have been good, nice range and power, and you're one hell of a shot." 228 let Alice ramble on with a smile on his face. He wasn't sure what he'd do when she finally went rampant. Before he could get a reply, he heard the characteristic discharge of a plasma pistol from behind him and he rolled to the side, spinning and coming up in the cover of a doorway. "Nevermind, covies are saying hello." Alice cut the channel and 228 dove out of cover, rolled into a standing position and fired once, the unfortunate Grunt on the receiving end screaming as the buckshot took out his chest and breathing apparatus. Pumping the gun once, 228 shimmers from sight as he moves forward, his cloaking module activating.</s>
<\|description\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Age: Around 56 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): N/A Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): Homeworld: Reach Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Position: Spartan-II Primary Weapon: M90 CAWS Shotgun if close quarters, Sniper Rifle System 99D-S2 Anti-Matériel for recon and long range Secondary Weapon: Single Edged Katana/M6G combat pistol/combat knife and kukri knife, all stowed on his person Personality: Foxtrot-228 is like most Spartan-IIs and has a hard time in social situations outside dealing with his fellow Spartans. Being one of two surviving Spartan-IIs has been hard on him, making him more introverted and anti-social than normal. Bio: Foxtrot-228 has shown high levels of proficiency with all forms of weaponry at all ranges, but he seems to have a prefereence for being relatively close to the combat, using the M90 CAWS, M6G Magnum, and his knives and katana in tandem with each other. Along with that, he has vulunteered on several occasions for recon missions that the ODST and recon Spartans deemed suicidal and impossible and returned unharmed with mission critical information on the Insurrectionist and Covenant targets while having removed key targets in the recon area. Incredibly lethal hand-to-hand combatant, considered to be a Hyper Lethal Vector on par with Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117. Misc Info: Katana is made of high carbon steel, with an anti-flash, non-reflective titanium carbide coating, edge coated for corrosion resistance. Uses an Active Camouflage Module. Is paired with UNSC Smart AI 9287-2, code name Alice. Specializes in CQC, mid-range combat, and advanced recon.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 "LT, they're trying to blow the doors on their side of the hangar." 228 confirmed what Alice was saying visually, seeing some of the shield wielding Jackals moving to protect the ones working on the bomb. "Thanks, Alice." Activating his active camouflage module, 228 moves swiftly to the right flank and takes a position further back. Swapping the shotgun out for the sniper rifle, he scopes up and aims through a space between the heads of two shield wielding Jackels and pulls the trigger. CRACK The Jackel working on the bomb suddenly found himself without a head and fell over to one side. The gun shot had briefly disrupted the camo, but 228 was already moving as the remaining Jackal Marksmen fired on his previous position. {Watch the bomb, they're trying to blow the doors open. If you see a shot, take it, moving to subdue the Elite officer now.} Placing the sniper back on his back, he drew one of his kukri and moved up behind one of the marksman and pulling him back and plunging it into his chest, killing him without a sound. He repeated this with the next one. "LT, might I suggest shooting out his kneecap from a distance, that'll keep him from fleeing if he realizes things are going south?" Pulling his kukri free of the side of a Grunt's face, he considers before nodding and moving further back again. Pulling out the sniper once more after sheathing the knife, he waits for the right moment. {In position to cripple HVT. Signal when you want me to take the shot, Commander.}</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" As Khazo stood in the maintenance shaft he went through the channels in his communicator to get a report of the situation. "Shayan, report. How far are you from my position?", it didn't take long to get a reply but what he heard was less than comforting. The sounds of rifle fire and the panicked voices of the nearby troops only confirmed Khazo's belief that he was on his own, "Khazo, the engine room is under attack! My men were working on getting through but the rear doors have been locked down! Right now we are trying to blast the doors open but-wait...What was that?". The connection ended and Khazo slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. Not long then did he recieve a transmission from another soldier in the field, this one by the name of Major 'Mosam. "Major, I am carrying a hostage and an artifact. Both are vital to our cause, at the moment my extraction team is thought to be dead and I require escort to the nearest hanger. Meet me at my current location and from there we wi-", Khazo stopped speaking once he noticed the two humans surrounding him. To his rear was a demon who was taking aim as he looked over the other. The human he was facing was different from most, unlike those he fought before this one wore robes instead of armor, and her weapon was a blade much like his energy sword. She spoke to him, demanding that he release the captive and hand over the artifact. For a moment he felt the urge to do just that but he was able to shake the feeling off. "Return what I have stolen? Ignorant fool! This artifact is one of many left behind by the gods for my people! Your kin took them from us and you have to gall to declare me a thief?!". Khazo raised his energy sword to the throat of his captive and laid his back against the wall, giving himself sight over both humans. "Know this human, the demon you serve is the true thief. Stand aside and let me pass or I kill us all". Khazo twisted his wrist to show his last plasma grenade in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The blast created Reza caused Khazo to be disoriented for a moment but in that moment so much happened. Weapon fire came from both sides and Khazo tried his best to protect the hostage from fire as well as himself. The deflected round hit Khazo but only brought down his shield, the next two shots from the demon landed in the scientists head, thanks to her struggling to get free, allowing Khazo to toss the body to focus on his escape. The second shot meant for the plasma grenade landed in his wrist and exited out of his forearm. Khazo howled as the shots landed and he quickly threw the hostage up through the hole. When Khazo went to exit himself another shot landed in his arm, freeing his last plasma grenade from his grip and accidentally arming it. Khazo managed to exit the maintenance shaft but Reza was still in there. While in any other situation he would have left his comrade to die but seeing as he was wounded and desperately in need of backup he leaned his rifle into the shaft and blind fired in the direction of the heretics. "Major, the grenade!", Khazo yelled into the shaft before pulling his arm back up so as to avoid the blast. From what he could guess Reza had about four seconds to exit the shaft or be killed.</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti "What the FUCK was that? We had them!" Jason growled as he looked at the grenade and ducked from pot shots. The young Spartan popped back out from cover and charged his laser, firing off a deadly shot towards where Khazo was hiding. Hoping to at least hit near enough to take out the stupid Split-Jaw's shield. The boy didn't waste time waiting to see how his Shot had done. He threw a grenade at Khazo, trying to get it through the hole that Khazo was near. Then the Spartan turned and ducked into cover. Bracing himself for the blasts</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The Spartan laser took out the Sangheili's shields and blew off the armor on his right arm. The impact from the laser sent Khazo reeling back and once he got back up to his feet he began to sprint away from the blast hole. He wasn't going to wait anymore, he had already lost his captive if he lost the relic then his mission would be a complete failure unless he somehow managed to get back to the data archives. "Khazo 'Tevum to Unfathomable, my hostage has been killed and I am returning to you now. Requesting a fighter escort once I designate the hanger I will be exfiltrating from", Khazo glanced at his arm which had his blood oozing down it. Honor was something he did not care for, his comrades bought him some time and if they could catch up then that was great, if not then it was simply a part of war. --- In the engine room a large blast echoed throughout the reactor chamber. Shayan's men had managed to blow open the exit route and were scrambling out of the room. "Stay here and guard our exit!", Shayan ordered a Mgalekgolo which had recently lost its partner. The rest of Shayan's men followed him through the halls, mowing down the stragglers of the human forces moving between firefights. In short time the group stumbled into a Sangheili with several bullet wounds and a part of his armor gone. "Where is the rest of your team?", Shayan asked his commander as he looked over his injuries. "Dead. Come, quickly. We must find a hanger soon, two demons pursue me"</s>	<\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 228 followed the escaping Remnants, avoiding gunfire and silently taking out any stragglers who fell too far behind the main group. By the time they'd met up with a wounded Elite, who was carrying a duffle bag. "LT, that bag's got a Forerunner energy sig coming from it. I think that's our escapee from the data archives." 228 took a moment to shift his aim from the Elite he'd been following to the one with the duffle, lining up a shot with his knee. "Copy that, Alice." Inhaling, he exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger past it's first point and then firing. CRACK The sound echoed in the metal halls loudly, and 228 silently thanked whatever God was out there his helmet was designed to reduce noise. Even then, it was still loud and his ears rang loudly. The Elite carrying the bag, however, didn't get the chance to figure out what it was as his knee on his left leg was obliterated by the .50 caliber round. As he went down, letting loose an exclamation of pain, he threw the bag to the one 228 had followed and said something in their own language. "Oh no you don't." He placed his rifle on his back and sprinted at the pair, deactivating his active camo and drawing his katana. The wounded Elite shouted a warning to his friend, who turned back towards the Spartan, but could only gasp in surprise as the blade pierced his gut. "Thanks for leading me right to the leader. Enjoy whatever place you call hell." Twisting the sword, 228 cut it out of the Elite's side and picked up the dropped duffle bag. Checking inside and satisfied that the weapon was unharmed, he approached the wounded Elite and sheathed his katana again, drawing his pistol and ramming it into the side of his head. "Don't move, Split-Jaw, or my finger might twitch." Turning off the external speakers, he turns on his radio. {Command, this is 228. Weapon and data is secure along with the Elite responsible for the raid. Have medical and a containment cell prepped, I had to blow his knee.}</s>
<\|description\|>Sari Nevran Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Coruscant Race: Human Rank: Jedi Master Position: Jedi Primary Weapon: Double-bladed lightsaber, one end blue and the other end purple, which both can be separated into separate lightsabers. Secondary Weapon: The Force though she is more of a blade master but can use the force effectively. Personality: Sari is very smart and wise among her fellow peers, she is a very good strategist, though she is very friendly and will listen to those asking for advice when needed. Bio: Born as an orphan in the slums of Corusant Sari always tried to get by with stealing from others one day she came across a Jedi master, Sari would sneak up to him, only to have him turn around sensing that she was a force sensitive he offered Sari to come to the Jedi Temple. Having nothing else going on for her Sari joined him at the Jedi Temple where she started her training. After several years when she turned twenty she was given the rank of Jedi Knight, finally having the freedom to move around Sari explored the galaxy until the Sith finally emerged and she joined the front lines. Sari was eventually given the rank of Jedi Master due to her skill with the lightsaber, she was then given command of a small fleet ordered to watch over the unknown regions of the gakaxy. She eventually started to receive a distress call and was ordered to investigate. Misc Info: Name: Darth Nara Crescent Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Tatooine Race: Human Rank: Darth Position: Sith Primary Weapon: Dual lightsabers one red and the other purple. Secondary Weapon: The Force has a better mastery in force lightening. Personality: Nara always seems to be very angry a lot of the time when she is not in her armor her face always seems to be in a constant scowl, and she has been known to throw a person across the room just because they had angered her in some way. Bio: Nara was born on Tatooine as a slave to a crime lord, used mainly to get information anyway possible from her boss's rivals, when a Sith came searching for force sensitives he came across young Nara when he was going to buy her Nara's owner at the time said no only to anger the sith and killed him and every single last soldier he had in the room except for the young girl. He took her with him to train her as his own apprentice. He would constantly abuse her though throughout training her until one day she cracked when her master was not paying attention she would take his lightsaber that was not on his person and quickly slew him with his own weapon taking both of his lightsabers as well as his armor as her own. She eventually was given the rank of Darth and took a small fleet to the unknown regions of the galaxy along with the Oppressor, and her own flagship Crescent's Wrath. Misc Info</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" Unfathomable Truth An echo ran through the halls of the ship, alerting Khazo that there was a problem with the engines. He hadn't felt any tremors or heard any alarms so the theory of the heretics attacking was ruled out. Still there was a problem and he needed to be briefed on the situation, if it compromised his mission he needed to formulate an alternative to complete his task. Intelligence stated that the human ship they were engaged in, this "Trinity", was created for locating artifacts of the gods. His mission was to get aboard that ship, acquire any information on those artifacts and report back. With weapon in hand Khazo exited the crew quarters and made his way through the halls dodging crewmen scrambling to get the ship back to optimal standards. A Jiralhanae attempted to shove the Sangheili out of his way but was quickly put in his place with a single leg sweep. In another situation Khazo would have ended the Jiralhanae's miserable life, but he had more important things to do and so moved on ignoring the idle threats thrown his way. "Khazo! Khazo 'Tevum!", a familiar voice sounded from behind Khazo quickly made its way to his side. The voice's owner was Zalfud, a Unggoy assigned to the engineering level of the Unfathomable Truth. Khazo had become well acquainted with the Unggoy after meeting by chance before boarding the ship. From what time the two spent together Khazo saw a bit of himself in Zalfud, he lost many brothers in the war with the heretics and wanted revenge. Even if he wasnt a fighter Zalfud took pride in helping disciples such as Khazo take the fight to the heretics. "What is it Zalfud?", Khazo answered looking down at the Unggoy sprinting to keep pace with him. "There has been a problem with the engines-", he said almost out of breath. However Khazo kept his usual pace despite the Unggoy's lack of stamina. "I am aware of that. I am heading towards the command center to speak with the Fleetmaster" Zalfud took a deep breathe from his methane tank and sprinted up to his towering friend, "That's not all! From what I've heard the entire fleet is experiencing the same problem! What's more, we activated the thrusters just after exiting the void and immediately after our engines failed sending us on a intercept course with the heretic ship!", Zalfud had to stop, his energy depleted he took a moment to catch his breath. Khazo stopped as well and looked down at the Unggoy engineer. "Thank you Zalfud, once I get more information from the Fleetmaster I will inform you of what I learn", It was unusual for Sangheili to show respect for Unggoy, they were the underlings of the Covenant and many saw them as useless fodder for the heretics. Khazo however respected the little Unggoy, his loyalty to Khazo in the short time they knew each other showed him that the Unggoy are more than simple minded fools. "Thank you Khazo, good luck on your mission my friend!", Zalfud said with the before having to take in another breath from his tank. Khazo had not told anyone but the Fleetnaster why he was here. Officially he was not a stationed member of the Unfathomable Truth's crew but a passenger, Fleetmaster Verdin had only been told that Khazo was here to acquire information from the heretics. Khazo nodded and continued on his way to the command center. Upon arrival he approached the Fleetmaster and bowed slightly before looking around to get a sense of the situation, "Fleetmaster Verdin, I require a status report of the ship, I assume the situation is under control, as it usually is with your leadership", Khazo glanced over to find the body of a dead Unggoy being dragged out of the room, his cause of death Khazo would guess was the Fleetmaster. "However if the ship is incapable of assisting me in my mission I request a handful of Sangheili Rangers to accompany me on a transport ship to continue my mission", while he did not outrank the Fleetmaster Khazo's mission was stated as highly important by their superiors making Khazo and his needs among one of the Fleetmaster's priorities.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Spartan Watters when not in cryo was usually in one of two places training on S-Deck or in the armory. This time though she was patrolling the most likely areas for a boarding party with a squad of ODST. These ODST she had known before her ascension to Spartanhood. They knew her better than her parents did. They understood her unusual way of speaking and even her nonverbal communication. Watters had no need to call in for a status update her A.I. Taber Fuson kept her apprised of all relevant information. Taber also kept an eye on the Covie ships looking for smaller ships coming their way with a boarding party. If one was sent Taber would calculate the most likely insertion point so Watters and her ODSTs could get there hopefully before the they could exit their craft.</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 Foxtrot-228, lovingly called LT by Alice, wasn't in his cryo pod, nor was he training his hand-to-hand techniques on the S-Deck. He was on the firing range, checking the range that his sniper rifle was calibrated to. Normally he kept to sighted in to just under it's maximum range, so he was always able to take out any priority targets he came across on recon missions deep in Covenant territory. He'd gone straight to the firing range when Alice informed him that the battle had been interrupted by a sudden and forced jump into slip space. Never hurt to sight in one's weapons, or to clean them even though he'd not really fired them much since being assigned to the Trinity. "Orders coming in, LT. Looks like we're prepping to take the fight to the Covies." Firing one last round down range, which took his target in the head. Placing the weapon back on it's place on the rack, he grabs his shotgun and places it on his back along with his katana and the M6G combat pistol he almost always had on his hip. "How's the damage to the Trinity? Anything we can use to keep them at a distance?" Alice rolled her eyes in her picture on the top left of Foxtrot-228's HUD. Of course he was more worried about tactical information than anything else. Guess old habits really did die hard with her Spartan II. Of course, her concern was him and always would be. And her Rampancy had been taken care of when the UNSC had recovered the two of them from Requiem, so she wouldn't be leaving the LT anytime soon. "Engines and weapons are down from what Sharia will share. Shields are just barely in working order and our friends followed us over to...wherever the hell we are. Astrogation charts are useless as there's no readily identifiable star clusters nearby." 228 grunted and headed for the bridge. Maybe the captain could shed some light on what exactly had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Rose 'Giggly' Charmer "Are you sure you want to use that?" Emily shakes her head in response to Cody's question, slinging her rocket launcher onto her shoulder and grabbing an MA5C off of the table in the center of the room. Cody shrugs and grabs his own set of weapons. A moment after they begin picking grenades, Andrew strolls in as if he was having a casual day at work, grabbing a standard loadout of a pistol and rifle. "You been grabbing the drugs, private?" Emily asks, a grin on her face. "You know, I'm not sure the UNSC will react well if you are nicking all of the morphine for adrenaline pumps and overdoses." Andrew looks back at her with a grin on his face. "Shut up, or I'll give you a prostate exam and then tell the UNSC I did it because you and Cody slept together." Emily and Cody's faces both go red as Andrew laughs. The door of the armory slides open, and Samuel takes long strides toward them. "Sergeant on deck! Dauntless, form up!" Emily calls, and the trio stand ramrod straight in a line along the table they were organizing their weapons on. Now that they were paying attention to their squad leader, they saw that there was someone in white armour following behind. "At ease," Samuel says, standing opposite of his team, the Spartan standing aside. "This is Spartan Rose. She will be accompanying us, mainly for spook reasons-" Rose gives Samuel a sharp look from beneath her helmet, and he returns the look, though a lot more casually. "Go ahead. If you don't like the way I speak, say it yourself." Rose turns to the ODSTs again, and clears her throat. "According to our resources, star charts, and cross referencing of data analysis, it has been concluded that this is a new system. For ONI sections one through three, including ONI division delta six, I am required to gather intelligence of this system." She turns her head back to Samuel, who scowls lightly. "Dauntless, grab your gear." Arrow had been gathering information on the current scenario, and was compressing and piling files in Rose's storage drive on the Trinity. "You know," He says in her helmet speakers, "You didn't need to be so harsh with them. Even though Mr Peterson looks ready to shove you out of an airlock." Rose giggles quietly, and wiggles her eyebrows at Samuel's image on her HUD. "Jeez, you make that sound like I was angry." She says, watching fireteam Dauntless grab their equipment. Once they are done, they move out, Rose following.</s>	<\|message\|>Sari Nevran Unknown Sector Republic Warship Valor Sari stood on the bridge of Thranta-Class Corvette she had her arms behind her back overlooking the bridge, with a small fleet of five ships. One of the bridge crew looked down at the communications. "Ma'am we are getting a distress call." The communications officer said turning to look over at Jedi Master Nevran, she started to walk over towards him. "Play it." She said, and the officer nodded as he turned it onto the intercom. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." The officer looked up at Sari looking for orders, listening to the message once more. A different officer, the navigations officer, looked up as well. "We can be there in ten minutes, maybe eight if we push the engines," she claims. Sari closed her eyes sensing a disturbance in the force, and nodded. "Set in the course then order the fleet as well." She ordered, the navigations officer nodded as she put in the coordinates the Republic fleet went into hyperspace. The edge Between the Seat of the Empire and Unknown Sector. Imperial Warship Crescents Wrath Nara sat in her seat quietly looking out into the view port of her ship watching as a few fighters flew by the bridge, so far the day had been rather dull. She stares at the Oppessor for a moment until she heard one of the bridge officers voices, Nara sighed as she stood up and approached her. "We are reciving some sort of distress call within the Unknown Sector." She said staring at her for a few seconds before pressing a button letting the message play. "This is the UNSC Trinity, we are requesting immediate assistance, our engines are down and we have Covenant on an intercept course. Requesting that a reaction force be sent to our location at best possible speed." It took a few moments before Nara said anything she had never even heard of these factions before, and then nodded. "Order the fleet to intercept them, we will drag them back with us if we have to." Nara said before turning back to sit back in her command seat. The navigation and communication officers nod before sending out the order to jump.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Venti Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor (If they do not wear any): (Scars all over his back and chest. He has a prosthetic Right hand, and a long scar on his chest where he was almost split open by a pissed off Brute.) Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): (It's Black and Deep Red as a secondary color. Visor is Red) Homeworld: Luna (Earth's Moon) Race: Human Rank: Spartan IV Position: Demolitions Expert and Exo-Atmospheric Combat Specialist Primary Weapon: Anti-Vehicle Model 6 Grindell/Galilean Nonlinear Rifle (W/AV M6 G/GNR) A.K.A. Spartan Laser Secondary Weapon: M395 Designated Marksman Rifle Personality: Jason is an Extrovert, he is outgoing and often making jokes or just conversation with others, including making Jokes while in combat. He is, however, highly intelligent and efficient. He has an undying loyalty to his comrades and will do anything to protect them. (More than once has he jumped out of an Evac Pelican and single handedly charged charged a Covenant Position in order to save a comrade who he didn't even know. But they were on his side and that's enough for him). He is considered to be one of the adept at dealing with Explosives of any kind in the UNSC, and excelled in his training in Zero Gravity Combat. He is also a bit of a Romantic, though he sure as hell isn't admitting it any time soon. The boy has a bit of a dark side that he refuses to let anybody he isn't close to see, or when it slips sometimes whenever something (like a Covenant Elite executing another human) sets him off. Bio: Jason was born into an anti-military family on the surface of Luna, the human colony on the moon, he grew up being taught that the military was evil. That all changed when his parents went on a Business trip to a small asteroid mining station turned insurrectionist colony called 'The Rubble'. The Covenant fleet seemed to be in disagreement with each other and attacked the Colony. A group of people escaped the Colony, but Jason's Parents never came home. Immdiately the boy went and signed up at the nearest recruiting station, and was soon in stated as an ODST. The knowledge that his parents never made it back and the pain he felt at this drove him to protect others at all costs. He never wanted anybody else to know his pain. The boy created his false disguise of Jokes and friendliness to hide the broken person beneath it all. Jason showed an excellent capacity for disarming, using, modifying in the field, and breaching with Explosives. Which led him to become the Demolitions Expert of the Death's Hand ODST Squad. It wasn't long after his ascendence into this squad that his undying loyalty to his comrades showed. The 2nd battle of New Mombasa, when the flood invaded. A Pelican had come in to get the Squad out, but Jason heard the calls of a Marine who was barely surviving and watching his Squad turn. The boy left his squad and waded through the army of flood in order to get this Marine out. He even saw the Legend itself; S-117. They had met whenever Jason reached the crazed Marine. The boy got the Marine out with the help of the Spartan who cleared a path through the monsters on his way to complete the objective, Jason just followed behind and was picked up by a Pelican searching for survivors. Shortly after that, he had dropped with his fellow ODSTs to clean up some covenant remnants that were on the Earth, during this battle he lost his hand in a fight with a Brute while trying to save a comrade. The man he was trying to save died before his eyes, then the Brute returning to attacking Jason. It nearly tore him open as it broke multiple rib bones and tore the skin, but his Squad mates had come back for him with the assistance of a Med-Evac Pelican. Brutes don't mix well with high caliber rounds. The boy barely survived as they stitched him up. These encounters, his unwillingness to give up, and the fact that Jason had managed to survive the flood put the Boy on ONI's radar. He had a small reckless streak for saving others, but that same fault made him SPARTAN material, as he was also completely unwilling to leave without each SPARTAN on his team or without completing the mission. In July of 2553, they approached Jason about becoming a SPARTAN IV. One of the Legends. He accepted without a second thought. The boy excelled in his training and was sent to Zero Grav school. Here he excelled as well, which led to his being drafted into the crew of the UNSC Trinity for her quest to track down the remaining Halos and Shield Worlds. He certainly wasn't expecting where this journey would take him. Misc: Partnered with Smart AI "Athena" who takes the form of the Greek Goddess. He also has the Variable Jetpack now being employed by SPARTAN IV'S. (Halo 5 Multiplayer Beta, and Spartan Locke Trailer features it. Mix between Jetpack and Thruster)</s> <\|message\|>Forest(Middle and Last names classified) callsign Foxtrot-228 "LT, they're trying to blow the doors on their side of the hangar." 228 confirmed what Alice was saying visually, seeing some of the shield wielding Jackals moving to protect the ones working on the bomb. "Thanks, Alice." Activating his active camouflage module, 228 moves swiftly to the right flank and takes a position further back. Swapping the shotgun out for the sniper rifle, he scopes up and aims through a space between the heads of two shield wielding Jackels and pulls the trigger. CRACK The Jackel working on the bomb suddenly found himself without a head and fell over to one side. The gun shot had briefly disrupted the camo, but 228 was already moving as the remaining Jackal Marksmen fired on his previous position. {Watch the bomb, they're trying to blow the doors open. If you see a shot, take it, moving to subdue the Elite officer now.} Placing the sniper back on his back, he drew one of his kukri and moved up behind one of the marksman and pulling him back and plunging it into his chest, killing him without a sound. He repeated this with the next one. "LT, might I suggest shooting out his kneecap from a distance, that'll keep him from fleeing if he realizes things are going south?" Pulling his kukri free of the side of a Grunt's face, he considers before nodding and moving further back again. Pulling out the sniper once more after sheathing the knife, he waits for the right moment. {In position to cripple HVT. Signal when you want me to take the shot, Commander.}</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" As Khazo stood in the maintenance shaft he went through the channels in his communicator to get a report of the situation. "Shayan, report. How far are you from my position?", it didn't take long to get a reply but what he heard was less than comforting. The sounds of rifle fire and the panicked voices of the nearby troops only confirmed Khazo's belief that he was on his own, "Khazo, the engine room is under attack! My men were working on getting through but the rear doors have been locked down! Right now we are trying to blast the doors open but-wait...What was that?". The connection ended and Khazo slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. Not long then did he recieve a transmission from another soldier in the field, this one by the name of Major 'Mosam. "Major, I am carrying a hostage and an artifact. Both are vital to our cause, at the moment my extraction team is thought to be dead and I require escort to the nearest hanger. Meet me at my current location and from there we wi-", Khazo stopped speaking once he noticed the two humans surrounding him. To his rear was a demon who was taking aim as he looked over the other. The human he was facing was different from most, unlike those he fought before this one wore robes instead of armor, and her weapon was a blade much like his energy sword. She spoke to him, demanding that he release the captive and hand over the artifact. For a moment he felt the urge to do just that but he was able to shake the feeling off. "Return what I have stolen? Ignorant fool! This artifact is one of many left behind by the gods for my people! Your kin took them from us and you have to gall to declare me a thief?!". Khazo raised his energy sword to the throat of his captive and laid his back against the wall, giving himself sight over both humans. "Know this human, the demon you serve is the true thief. Stand aside and let me pass or I kill us all". Khazo twisted his wrist to show his last plasma grenade in hand.</s> <\|message\|>Reza 'Mosam The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?" Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you." With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."</s> <\|message\|>Jason Venti Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly. The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today. When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Antoinette Watters Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage. Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows. "Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.</s> <\|message\|>Khazo 'Tevum "The Pariah" The blast created Reza caused Khazo to be disoriented for a moment but in that moment so much happened. Weapon fire came from both sides and Khazo tried his best to protect the hostage from fire as well as himself. The deflected round hit Khazo but only brought down his shield, the next two shots from the demon landed in the scientists head, thanks to her struggling to get free, allowing Khazo to toss the body to focus on his escape. The second shot meant for the plasma grenade landed in his wrist and exited out of his forearm. Khazo howled as the shots landed and he quickly threw the hostage up through the hole. When Khazo went to exit himself another shot landed in his arm, freeing his last plasma grenade from his grip and accidentally arming it. Khazo managed to exit the maintenance shaft but Reza was still in there. While in any other situation he would have left his comrade to die but seeing as he was wounded and desperately in need of backup he leaned his rifle into the shaft and blind fired in the direction of the heretics. "Major, the grenade!", Khazo yelled into the shaft before pulling his arm back up so as to avoid the blast. From what he could guess Reza had about four seconds to exit the shaft or be killed.</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Venti "What the FUCK was that? We had them!" Jason growled as he looked at the grenade and ducked from pot shots. The young Spartan popped back out from cover and charged his laser, firing off a deadly shot towards where Khazo was hiding. Hoping to at least hit near enough to take out the stupid Split-Jaw's shield. The boy didn't waste time waiting to see how his Shot had done. He threw a grenade at Khazo, trying to get it through the hole that Khazo was near. Then the Spartan turned and ducked into cover. Bracing himself for the blasts</s>
<\|description\|>Arven Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Mirialan Affiliation: Jedi Order Class: Jedi Consular Rank: Senior Jedi General/Jedi Master(not on the council) Saber Form: master of Ataru, form 4, and master of Soresu, form 3. Force Abilities: Tutaminis, force scream, force wave, mind trick, mend(though this takes a lot of energy to use), force push and pull, and stasis. Weapon(s): One, full length, green lightsaber. Personality: Arven is a patient man. He does his best to explain his reasoning with those who do not, at first, understand. He feels that anyone should be given a chance to redeem themselves. Arven is wiser than most and takes his time to think in order to come up with the best solution to a problem. Arven can't just leave someone behind. He will, against reason, fight to the death in order to save a loved one. In battle Arven feels that it is the general's duty to fight alongside his men. While off of the battlefield, Arven has a hand in most of the youngling's training. Bio: Arven keeps his history close but will share if anyone asks. Equipment: Black Jedi robes Comm link Lightsaber A supply belt with rations, a few medkits, a tracking device and other essentials.</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic had not expected the clones, but he quite enjoyed their arrival. As the gunships circled to extract the jedi Ruhk heard a new voice of his communicator,"Commander Pic, your regiment is on standby, awaiting your arrival and orders" Pic responded, "What is my regiments designation?". The voice, obviously a clone commander most likely at the forward base, quickly answered the jedi's question, "The 24th infantry regiment sir, led by clone commander designated CC-1313"Ruhk thanked the commander, and stowed his communicator, it would almost be time to meet his troops. As the gunship landed and Ruhk disembarked he saw a clone in yellow lined gear and assumed that must be CC-13, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again."</s> <\|message\|>Arven Arven found his company, it had about a hundred and fifty men. When he arrived they stood and saluted. "Be at ease, gentlemen." Arven replied. "Who is the captain here?" "That'd be me sir!" Arven saw a clone with blue markings on his armor. "I'm Captain CT-5252, if you prefer, our company refers to me as Fox." The clone stood still awaiting orders. "I am Jedi Master Arven, I'll be acting as your general today." Arven looked around for a bit. "Captin, be at ease." The clone relaxed more. The rest of the troopers were just staring at Master Arven. Perhaps they've never really seen a Jedi up close..? Or perhaps they're nervous that I don't know how to command? "What are your currrent orders?" "We are to repell the sepratist from their left while the rest of the army does this from their respective area." "That seems simple enough, do we have tanks? Walkers? Gunships?" "Yes sir, we have three RX-200 tanks, two AT-RT walkers and a LAAT gunship at our disposal." "Good, then divide your men into teams, I need the beam tanks mounting an offensive from the rear with the walkers providing support. I will use the gunship as a command center and for support." Arven looked at the clone captain. "Do you agree with the plan? Do you have any ideas?" "Yes sir. No sir." "In that case, get to it." Captain Fox turned and began dividing his men into the teams Arven had specified. Soon there were six men ready to operate the tanks, two for the walkers and six, including Captain Fox, ready to operate and ride in the gunship. "Now everyone, make sure your comlinks are open! I will be using them to advise your movements from the air." With that Arven jumped into the gunship and they were off. It didn't take them long to reach the droid front, it backed up very far, it was just droids - perhaps a few patches of geonosians, but it was a huge army. "Take cover, form a line and take cover." Arven spoke into his comlink. He saw the clones, like rats on the ground form a defensive line. "Tanks, take out their first line. Men keep in cover." The beam tanks swiped the line of droids, easily disabling them and several behind them. The droids were in disarray. "Clones, begin firing - do not advance. I repeat, do not advance." "General! There's a hellfire tank." Captain Fox pointed it out. Arven saw the two wheeled tank approaching his men. "Tanks! Concentrate fire on that hellfire. Everyone else, take cover!" The RX-200s turned and fired their beam cannons at the droid tank, it quickly exploded. "Continue the assult, do not advance until I say to do so. Keep firing." Arven remembered that the gunship had side mounted beam turrets. "Pilot, bring us in, lets use our beam turrets to take out some of their droids and anymore tanks." The clone pilot complied, the gunship hovered above Arven's men, facing the droid army. "Turrets, destroy what you can. Pilot, be prepared to take evasive maneuvers." Arven saw that the droids were falling back.</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s>	<\|message\|>Arven "Don't follow them - they will break us apart. Hold your ground and continue firing." The air filled with dust and sand as one of the other teams of clones took out a separatist starship. Arven covered himself against the dust storm which was taking place. After it cleared, the Jedi saw that the droids were mounting another assault. "Captain!" "General?" Captain Fox replied, he knelt down next to the Jedi. "Take command, I'm going to help with the defense." Arven ignited his lightsaber. "General, you shouldn't. There are thousands of droids." Fox had a tone of concern in his voice as he warned the Jedi against his plan. "I will be alright captain. You take care of command, make sure that the men do not advance until we have a clear opening. Any questions?" Arven held onto the rails in the gunship, the wind whipped his hair and robes around him. "You called us men." "Pardon?" Arven was confused by the captain pointing out what the Jedi had previously stated. "You called us men. No one has done that before, we're clones..." Captain Fox snapped back into his professional, military attitude. "Good luck general!" He saluted. And with that, Arven jumped out of the gunship. The ground approached the Jedi quickly, but as he was about to hit it, he used the force to gently touch down. He landed near the clone troopers. "Do not advance!" Arven deflected a blaster bolt. "Defend the position!" The clones formed a line and began firing at the advancing droids. The sand and dust still filled the air. Arven deflected another few bolts. A pure white beam, originating from behind the clone lines, began slicing through the droids. The droids were in retreat. "Advance!" Arven heard his com link come to life in his ear. "Go! Go! Go!" The troops around Arven advanced, he followed suit. Saber in hand, he ran alongside the clones, then they found the enemy. "Fire! Defend the position! Hold your ground!" Captain Fox ordered in all of their ears. "Captain!" The Jedi called to the captain, through the com link. "Sir?" "I'm going to try to flank them. I'm going around." "Alright sir! We'll cover you."</s>
<\|description\|>[N/A] Designation: CC-1313 Age: 10 Gender: Male Race: Human Clone Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis. Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor. Affiliation: GAR Rank: Clone Commander Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line. Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits. Other: Quirks: -Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival] The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops 24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army First Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231 Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Second Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Third Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk had been patiently waiting for whatever Windu's signal would be. The flight to Geonosis had been quick, but not being the greatest pilot had put master Ruhk Pic in one of the RTT's, and despite his only average pilot skills wished he had control of his own fate. But he had faith in the pilots, and he was right to, they got through the dogfight virtually unscathed. The quiet approach had been a bit nerve-wracking, but master Windu's abilities were never in doubt. Now all that remained was Windu's signal. Suddenly the bright purple Saber appeared on the balcony next to Dooku, "I suppose that's it" Ruhk chuckled as he threw off his cloak, jumped into the arena and activated his blue lightsaber, adopting a defensive Soresu stance, fully expecting blaster fire. Shortly Geonosians descended, and brought the fight he was expecting. Quickly switching to Juyo stances, Ruhk cut down three bugs that got a bit to close before charging a group of four or five more wielding there strange Geonosian blasters. Quickly dispatching them a larger group, ten or more of them, landed in front of Ruhk aiming blasters. Ruhk let out his force enhanced Ithorian screech, and shredded the Warriors like so much paper, seeing as it could shred plasteel the Geonosians didn't stand a chance. Suddenly battle droids emerged, flooding the arena. Though easily destroyed their numbers were daunting, and Ruhk had to cut down quite a few, switching between Juyo and Soresu stances, chopping and deflecting blaster fire as was required. Suddenly the druids and Geonosians ceased fire. Dooku implored the surrounded jedi to surrender, which none would. Ruhk hoped there would be help very soon, and then the clones arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Arven The droids stopped firing and the voice of Dooku resonated through the arena. He bid them surrender, something none of the Jedi were prepared, or willing, to do. Aren had been fighting for a long time, by this point, he had grown tired, but was not willing to surrender. He would rather become one with the force than fall so low. Arven, thought that there was no hope for their survival - then the gunships arrived. There were thousands of clones arriving in drop ships. Master Windu must have taken out their defenses, that could be what kept everyone waiting. The gunships created a perimeter around the surviving Jedi, landed and flew them away to the battle outside of the arena. Arven shared a gunship with Masters Fisto and Mundi. No one spoke casually as they flew to the nearby battle. The gunship landed in a cleared space, near a few tanks and other gunships. The three Jedi stepped out and were greeted by a clone in white armor with yellow markings. "Sirs!" The clone saluted, "I'm Commander Stone, we have three companies awaiting your command." Aren and the other two went their separate ways.</s>	<\|message\|>[N/A] "Twenty one minutes." A familiar voice spoke, it was his voice. CC-1313 sat in the LAAT/i gunship with about 29 other troopers. "I heard the about the hell you rose in the armory. A brave move, getting us those extra medical kits. You might get recycled for it." "Shut it 2231, I know what I did, and the possible consequences." CC-1313 looked up at his fellow Captain, who lead the 2nd Company, 1st Battalion. "I want all of us to fly back to the RAS Valiant, those medical kits will help." "You do realize that we're not all coming back?" "I know. I'll do my best though." CC-1313 grumbled quietly, he went to checking the gun sights on his DC-15A. CT-2231 stood silent, understanding the gesture. His Commander was a stubborn one, unrealistic. Yet, he felt compelled to help him, like his cause was noble. Despite everyone present being a clone of a single man, every trooper expendable, his Commander believed otherwise. Another voice spoke, "24th Infantry Regiment, 142nd/94th Gunship Wing. You are green light." The garbled voice said. CC-1313 braced himself, he heard massive slabs of metal groan and creak, then roll open. The hangers opened and the hot Geonosian air filled the hanger. Eighty eight of his gunships flew out of that hanger, and hundreds more followed. His wings branched off to the west, going towards a cluster of CIS forces. A new objective appeared on his HUD, Destroy the cluster of three Droid Factories at Grid-22-4-56 CC-1313 stood up and yelled over the sounds of the engine, "Pilot, status! And tell me what you see over there!" "Light enemy flak incoming. I see enemy armor and infantry near the objective." CC-1313 turned on the communications channel to his group, specifically, his regiment and the two gunship wings. "94th Wing, drop your troops 700 meters south. Third and Fourth Battalion, you'll have to run to the objective. 94th Wing, then cover the 142nd's approach, target triple-A and armor, then EI, priority in that order. The 142nd will be hot-dropping First and Second Battalion 500 meters away from the objective, southern approach. First and Second Battalions are to hold position until the Third and Fourth arrive. Gunships, provide air support to our attack. How copy?" The wing leaders repeated their orders back, then the battalion commanders. CC-1313 nodded in approval, "Good, commence operation." He heard the gunship engines growl and the center of gravity shift. Soon after, the gunship doors opened and the orange sands filled his view. Dozens of LAAT/i's were around his, dodging flak fire. One group dropped their altitude and CC-1313 saw infantry pour out of the gunships below. That meant they were roughly 700m away from the factories, and below them was the Third and Fourth Battalions. Seconds later, his own gunship dropped in altitude. Stopping only about a meter away from the ground, he jumped out of the gunship and looked above. The 94th Wing flew onwards to the factories, their missile launchers firing HE and HEAP missiles at the targets he designated, their lasers blazed away at whatever they could fire at. He then looked at the area in front of him. Cover was decent, large rocks were everywhere. This was a relatively easy operation, CC-1313 thought. "Take cover!" He heard CT-2231 yell. CC-1313 ran and planted himself onto a rock when the gunships that dropped him off took off. It took several hours, but the Regiment, with the air support provided, was able to successfully plant the charges and detonate them with minimal casualties. Destroying the factory. No new orders came in, instead they were put on standby. A superior opened a channel to CC-1313. "Be advised. You and your regiment will be assigned a Jedi, this Jedi will be your superior officer." CC-1313 stood dumbfounded for a moment, the only word he managed to say, was a loud and resounding, "What?!" The thought of an inexperienced Jedi leading his troops struck dread into the Commander. Needless to say, he was not happy about this decision.</s>
<\|description\|>[N/A] Designation: CC-1313 Age: 10 Gender: Male Race: Human Clone Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis. Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor. Affiliation: GAR Rank: Clone Commander Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line. Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits. Other: Quirks: -Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival] The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops 24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army First Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231 Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Second Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Third Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops First Company = 165 Troops Second Company = 165 Troops Third Company = 165 Troops Fourth Company = 165 Troops</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic had not expected the clones, but he quite enjoyed their arrival. As the gunships circled to extract the jedi Ruhk heard a new voice of his communicator,"Commander Pic, your regiment is on standby, awaiting your arrival and orders" Pic responded, "What is my regiments designation?". The voice, obviously a clone commander most likely at the forward base, quickly answered the jedi's question, "The 24th infantry regiment sir, led by clone commander designated CC-1313"Ruhk thanked the commander, and stowed his communicator, it would almost be time to meet his troops. As the gunship landed and Ruhk disembarked he saw a clone in yellow lined gear and assumed that must be CC-13, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again."</s> <\|message\|>Arven Arven found his company, it had about a hundred and fifty men. When he arrived they stood and saluted. "Be at ease, gentlemen." Arven replied. "Who is the captain here?" "That'd be me sir!" Arven saw a clone with blue markings on his armor. "I'm Captain CT-5252, if you prefer, our company refers to me as Fox." The clone stood still awaiting orders. "I am Jedi Master Arven, I'll be acting as your general today." Arven looked around for a bit. "Captin, be at ease." The clone relaxed more. The rest of the troopers were just staring at Master Arven. Perhaps they've never really seen a Jedi up close..? Or perhaps they're nervous that I don't know how to command? "What are your currrent orders?" "We are to repell the sepratist from their left while the rest of the army does this from their respective area." "That seems simple enough, do we have tanks? Walkers? Gunships?" "Yes sir, we have three RX-200 tanks, two AT-RT walkers and a LAAT gunship at our disposal." "Good, then divide your men into teams, I need the beam tanks mounting an offensive from the rear with the walkers providing support. I will use the gunship as a command center and for support." Arven looked at the clone captain. "Do you agree with the plan? Do you have any ideas?" "Yes sir. No sir." "In that case, get to it." Captain Fox turned and began dividing his men into the teams Arven had specified. Soon there were six men ready to operate the tanks, two for the walkers and six, including Captain Fox, ready to operate and ride in the gunship. "Now everyone, make sure your comlinks are open! I will be using them to advise your movements from the air." With that Arven jumped into the gunship and they were off. It didn't take them long to reach the droid front, it backed up very far, it was just droids - perhaps a few patches of geonosians, but it was a huge army. "Take cover, form a line and take cover." Arven spoke into his comlink. He saw the clones, like rats on the ground form a defensive line. "Tanks, take out their first line. Men keep in cover." The beam tanks swiped the line of droids, easily disabling them and several behind them. The droids were in disarray. "Clones, begin firing - do not advance. I repeat, do not advance." "General! There's a hellfire tank." Captain Fox pointed it out. Arven saw the two wheeled tank approaching his men. "Tanks! Concentrate fire on that hellfire. Everyone else, take cover!" The RX-200s turned and fired their beam cannons at the droid tank, it quickly exploded. "Continue the assult, do not advance until I say to do so. Keep firing." Arven remembered that the gunship had side mounted beam turrets. "Pilot, bring us in, lets use our beam turrets to take out some of their droids and anymore tanks." The clone pilot complied, the gunship hovered above Arven's men, facing the droid army. "Turrets, destroy what you can. Pilot, be prepared to take evasive maneuvers." Arven saw that the droids were falling back.</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s>	<\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s>
<\|description\|>Kiana Age: 238 Gender: Female Race: Dathomirian Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested, CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."</s> <\|message\|>Ruhk Pic Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"</s> <\|message\|>[N/A] CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded, "Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."</s> <\|message\|>Arven "Don't follow them - they will break us apart. Hold your ground and continue firing." The air filled with dust and sand as one of the other teams of clones took out a separatist starship. Arven covered himself against the dust storm which was taking place. After it cleared, the Jedi saw that the droids were mounting another assault. "Captain!" "General?" Captain Fox replied, he knelt down next to the Jedi. "Take command, I'm going to help with the defense." Arven ignited his lightsaber. "General, you shouldn't. There are thousands of droids." Fox had a tone of concern in his voice as he warned the Jedi against his plan. "I will be alright captain. You take care of command, make sure that the men do not advance until we have a clear opening. Any questions?" Arven held onto the rails in the gunship, the wind whipped his hair and robes around him. "You called us men." "Pardon?" Arven was confused by the captain pointing out what the Jedi had previously stated. "You called us men. No one has done that before, we're clones..." Captain Fox snapped back into his professional, military attitude. "Good luck general!" He saluted. And with that, Arven jumped out of the gunship. The ground approached the Jedi quickly, but as he was about to hit it, he used the force to gently touch down. He landed near the clone troopers. "Do not advance!" Arven deflected a blaster bolt. "Defend the position!" The clones formed a line and began firing at the advancing droids. The sand and dust still filled the air. Arven deflected another few bolts. A pure white beam, originating from behind the clone lines, began slicing through the droids. The droids were in retreat. "Advance!" Arven heard his com link come to life in his ear. "Go! Go! Go!" The troops around Arven advanced, he followed suit. Saber in hand, he ran alongside the clones, then they found the enemy. "Fire! Defend the position! Hold your ground!" Captain Fox ordered in all of their ears. "Captain!" The Jedi called to the captain, through the com link. "Sir?" "I'm going to try to flank them. I'm going around." "Alright sir! We'll cover you."</s>	<\|message\|>Kiana Kiana had been there in the coluseum, awaiting the signal. When she saw the flash of purple up near Count Dooku, she knew that it was time to strike. Throwing her cloak off, she ignited her green lightsaber. The ensuing battle was a costly one, for every hundred droids they dismantled, 1 of them fell, but 100 was nothing to the droids numbers. 1 was everything to a Jedi. Each of them that fell hurt every other of them, until, eventually, they numbered just 14 in the middle of the arena, Master Windu ordering them to make this a last stand that would be remembered in the archives. She glanced over to her old master, Plo Koon. Words were not spoken, but they both knew that it was better that than to join with a power-hungry Dark Jedi like Dooku. She had been down the dark path before and had no wish to return to it. She readied her blade. For some reason, this felt right. She imagined joining with the Force to be a pleasant experience. She just hoped that they didn't shoot her in the face. As a rule, Jedi don't believe in luck. What happened next, she considered the most lucky thing that had ever happened to her. Like flaming valkyries, gunships descended to the battlefield. At first, she was convinced that this was merely overkill on the part of the seperatists, but quickly noticed that the ships were attacking the droids. "So that wasn't just a bluff." she smiled as she felt the feelings of the soldiers aboard, all of them determined to rescue her and the rest of them. As the ships landed and troopers in gleaming white armour poured onto the battlefield, a commander with blue stripes approached her. "Ma'am, we have to get you out of here." he yelled firing into the horde of bloodthirsty robots. "Get everyone else aboard, we need to secure their escape." she ordered. "Not happening, your safety is our first priority." he replied. Kiana could feel that one of their order was still alive on the battlefield, but playing dead for the robots. "We have a man down and need to get him immediate medical attention." she ordered. She pointed into the crowd of droids. "Make us a path." she ordered. The Clone seathed beneath his helmet. "Of course." he growled. This wasn't good, he needed to make sure that she was safe and now they were going to throw themselves into certain death? "Never wanted to live forever anyway." he mumbled "Pilot, we have a man down in sector 12" he said, tapping his helmet. No sooner had he said that, that the Gunship that he had landed on hovered around and opened fire into the crowd with all of its weapons. Kiana charged ahead through the explosions. The Clone ran with her, as did their men, providing covering fire as they ran. Eventually, Kiana found an injured Selkath Jedi lying on the ground, next to the dead Reek. "Are you alright?" she asked him. "I..." he coughed "I'll survive..." he said, breathing heavily. As she applied preassure to the wound, the gunship flew in behind her and the medic rushed to the Jedi's side. Kiana got up, just in time to deflect a blaster shot from a Droid. She looked over to the commander who stood over a decapitated corpse. He had rolled the corpse onto its back and crossed it's hand across its chest. "We are leaving." Kiana yelled to him. He turned away from the body and ran to the ship, firing his pistol at the few remaining droids and vaulting onto the Gunship just as it began to lift off with them all inside. "Somebody you know?" Kiana asked him. The Clone didn't reply. They simply watched through the open hatch as the battle began to unfold beneath them. They landed in a staging area with the rest of the Jedi. She wasn't terribly confident in her ability to lead troops. 20 years ago, she had done so during the Stark Hyperspace war and it had ended... Less than desirably. "General, the 312th are at your disposal." one of the Commanders said, saluting her. She was taken aback. She turned to the Clone that was with her. "I don't believe we exchanged our names." "Canderous, ma'am." replied the clone. "Commander Canderous, I want you to direct these troops." she said "I believe that you are better suited than I." "Very good, Ma'am." he replied and quickly tapped his helmet "312th, this is CC-0023, I am taking command. I want a contingent of Battle-Tanks and our ground troops protecting the MAC's whilst they focus their firepower on those Trade Federation vessels, I want every other heavy weapon targeting the Techno-Union ships." he ordered. He then turned to Kiana "Every ship we let escape into orbit will come back to hurt us later on." he explained. "Very good, Commander." she said "We need to locate Count Dooku and the other Seperatist leaders, if we can capture them, then we can end this conflict before it begins." "With all due respect, ma'am, we need all of our forces to deal with this threat." replied Canderous. "1 Gunship will not make a difference to the overall result of the battle." She said, walking to the Gunship. Canderous seethed and followed her, jumping aboard with her. The ship took off and they began flying across the battlefield. As they flew past a Techno-union ship, Canderous moved up to the front of the gunship "Aim for the fuel tanks." he ordered. "Roger." he said, as a pair of missiles were released from the missile bays atop the gunship. They flew and smashed into the fuel tanks, shattering them and igniting the contents, turning the techno union ship into a falling inferno. Flying across the battlefield, they spotted the retreating droids, falling back from a push, lead by a Jedi. "Be safe." she nodded to him. "Sir." the Pilot said. "We have just received orders from General Windu. They have located Count Dooku. Generals Kenobi and Skywalker are moving to intercept... Master Yoda is also on his way." he said. "Very well, Dooku will be no match for all 3 of them. How long until we can get there." she asked. At that point, the ship was hit by AA fire. It rocked and began to lose altitude. "Engines hit. I can't maintain speed and altitude... Current Intercept time would be 30 minutes." the pilot replied. "Alright... Set us down there." she said, pointing to the Jedi. As soon as the ship set down, she and the Clone troopers jumped out, joining the push. Kiana managed to push her way towards the Jedi. "Master Arven. It's good to see you survived." she said. deflecting a blaster bolt with a flash of her green lightsaber. Canderous ran towards her as well, through a shower of red blasterfire. He spotted a squad of ARC troopers stood next to other Clone Troopers in the Jedi Generals Gunline. He shook his head at the sight, but then continued to fire back, as several Fighter-Tanks swooped past them and began to cut a swath through the droids lines.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Hawke Legel Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Evil Skills / Spells (No OP things): Despite being bad in strategic plans, he gives courage to all his soldiers, he is also quite the skilled swordsman. Key Information: A ruthless bastard of a king. He was once a kind king, who had friendly relations with all other kingdoms. Yet one day he suddenly without warning sent an army to Sakuya's borders and well…. started attacking without notice. This prompted questions, as to why they did such a thing. Eventually they retreated due to many magical beasts overwhelming them. Yet the king made a promise to all other kingdoms. That being he would have all their head hanging over his throne. Personality: rp bra Any extra features: Other: Name: Aden Hawke Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Chaotic Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Unlike his father he knows a bit about strategic warfare, and learned how to use a sword from his father. Key Information: Raised by a bloodthirsty king will make for quite a battle crazed child, and in this case it did. With a passion for war he was a true warrior to a warrior king. With the only difference being the son was vastly smarter than his father. Being tutored by some of the finest tutors, he has a kink for warfare. He is however more reluctant to go attacking everyone right away. Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Name: Sieg Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): He is the man who goes to the enemy territories and get information if needed. Which means hes a pretty sneaky guy. You wouldn't expect this from how he acts though. Key Information: He was Aden bestest friend growing up. Personality: He so lovable, look at his honest smile. Any extra features: Other: Chaoria Name: Sinoa Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Chaoria Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Chaotic good Skills / Spells (No OP things): As a necromancer she is able to control the undead, but bigger things are a bigger strain Key Information: TBR Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Name: Mira Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Chaoria Alignment (Like good, evil etc): ? Skills / Spells (No OP things): A Necromancer master, be prepeared to pull out all your tricks in order to conquer this one. Key Information: Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other: Unaffiliated Name: ? Age: looks to be in his twenties Gender: Male Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): ? Alignment (Like good, evil etc): neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Leaving no trace of himself, he proves to be exactly what he is. An assassin. Key Information: He has some mysteries to himself, however those that dwell to close to this end up dying when they get to close to the truth. Personality: rp boobs Any extra features: Other:</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "A challenge? To someone inexperienced with alcohol? It wouldn't be much of a victory but fine." Sinoa said and at the moment a servant came in with a pitcher. "Here you go my princess. Try, not to go crazy though." they said leaving it on the table, in which Sinoa lifted it up poured a glass and just chugged it in one go. She placed the glass on the counter and looked at Aria before giggling, as she stood up. "Your boobs are fucking huge!" Sinoa said poking Aria in the head as she started laughing. "Oh and why do you care?" Aden asked as he looked at her, turning towards her. "Even if I don't she performed Legel's custom and won. She earned the right." Aden said as he moved closer bending slightly to look her in the eyes. "For someone who should hate my guts, you are being really nice to me. Does the little one actually consider my feelings? Or does the little one like the one that would destroy her in a heartbeat?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria begins to laugh, sipping at the ale casually. "We'll never know if I won. Though, I probably did," She murmers, a smile on her face. "Yeah, your breasts are tiny." Aria comments back. This was going to be fun. Rose looks down sadly, and then tears drip down from her eyes, sliding down her covered eyes. She grabs Aden, and pulls him close, burying her head in his chest. "Both. Both. I consider your feelings, and I like you, okay!? I like you! Get over it! If you don't like me, don't want me, then go away! Leave! If you want to kill me, then do it, or leave!" She cries out, before letting go and turning away. She quickly walks away from him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Not uh, I won! You said hulf a glass. I drunked all of it! And it just mens, Awen wul be closr to my hwart" Sinoa said as she then tackled Aria and poked her face. Aden was a little shocked at the sudden hug, so when she walked away he grabbed her arm and proceeded to drag her behind him. He dragged her all the way to an alley, where he pulled her close and pulled her into a kiss. He held it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and looking at her. "You know I won't make you happy. You foolish little girl." Aden said with a slight smile on his face, before letting her go.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose's face turns red as she kisses Aden, a shy smile now on her face as the tears stop flowing. She blinks as she grabs hold of him, and pulls him into another, shorter kiss."You will. I know you will, Aden." She murmers, smiling at him, before laying her head against his chest. Aria blushes, and lifts Sinoa up as if she was a stick. She lays her down on the bed, and pokes at Sinoa's face, giggling. "Jesus, woman." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What an odd girl you are. I held innocent peoples lives in my hands, and instead of hating me you decide to like me." Aden said before pulling her off. "Well I think that's enough fresh air for one night." Aden said before walking back inside. As she was laid down, she pouted and flailed her arms. "Wheres my Awen!!!" She shouted and speak of the devil he enetred the room and saw the sight and face palmed. "What the hell happened to her?" Aden asked as he took a sip from the pitcher and looked at Aria. He was then tackled by Sinoa who hugged him quite tightly. "Awen!!! Im tiredddd lets go to bwd." Sinoa said as he pushed Aria out of the room and stuck her tongue out at the two sisters. "No disturbing, me and Awen are gwnna have pwivate time." Sinoa said closing the door.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she waves shyly at Aden before the door is closed. As soon as it is, she looks to her sister. Rose points at her lips, and then interlocks her fingers, and goes even redder. Aria smiles. "You can't be serious," She says, before getting a nod for a reply. Aria hugs her sister, before ushing her along. "Come on, go to bed, Rose." Aria says, before she moves off to find her own room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the sun shines through the windows, Aden awakens to Sinoa huddled up against him. Yet what caught his attention was a messenger bird perched on the table. When he took the message and read it. His eyes widened as he grit his teeth. He stood up with little warning for Sinoa who rolled over from the sudden shift. She lifted her eye to see Aden changing into his clothing, and he grabbed his sword as he stromed out of the the room and down the hallway. As he passed a servant, he grabbed them forcefully by the arm and glared at them. "Where is my Pegasus!?" he shouted while they shook and told him that he was in the stables. Aden stormed outside and found his mount indeed waiting for him. Sinoa came rushing out a little confused.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Hearing the commotion, Aria awoke, and climbed out of her bed, rushing out without any hesitation. She was used to waking up at sounds quickly in case of assassination, which was a huge possibility in the north. She followed a servant's directions down to the stable in record time, and looked at Aden. "What are you doing!? What's going on?" Aria asks, her voice a low growl, her hand on her sword's hilt as if she expected attack.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Leaving! I'm heading back to wipe Aluxaria off the damn map! Those bastards! I will have everyone living in Aluxaria buried in the fucking ground!" Aden shouted as he began rushing out of the stable on the Pegasus. "Now piss off fox, I don't have time for your crap today. I'll show those magical assholes what happens when they send an assassin to kill my father!" Aden proclaimed as he held his hand out to Sinoa, who took it and climbed on the Pegasus. And without further delay they took off into the sky, to head back to the capital of Legel.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria grunts. She knew that Legel and Sakuya were now allies, therefore if Legel were to be attacked, that would be an act of war... "Send a messenger to the Rarippe battalion!" Aria commands to a nearby guard, before she takes out a small, wooden object and flicks it before whistling into it. Within a moment, her Pegasus has landed in front of her. She swings herself on. "Tell them to head to Legel! And summon up the Tario company, too, if you can!" She shouts as her Pegasus takes off at lightening speed, wings flapping incredibly fast in order to catch up with Aden.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What happened Aden?" Sinoa asked from the back of the Pegasus, which made Aden turn his head and frown. "On his way back to the capital, Aluxaria sent some kind of metal assassin. They have my fathers body back at the capital and they are saying this is a rare powerful form of magic. And those Aluxaria assholes are the only magical kingdom where rare magic isn't that rare." Aden stated as he saw Aria in the distance and shook his head. "Freaking animals. I hope they are willing to play dirty. Cause I'm making sure by the end of the year, that Aluxaria meets its end."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The Pegasus' wings flap even faster as it accelarates to catch up with Aden's Pegasus, quickly catching up and flying alongside his Pegasus. "Aden, I'm coming with you, damn it! You can't hope to take out Aluxaria on your own!" She calls out. Back at the castle, Rose rubs her eyes and wakes up to knocking at the door. "Princess!" A servant calls out. "Come in!" She calls out, and the servant rushes in, going red at the sight of Rose in her sleeping garments, which was her underwear. "Princess, your sister and prince Aden have left to go to war with Aluxaria." The servant says. Quickly, she motions for him to leave, and then rushes to get some armour on. She was going to join in, if they were going to battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Me? No, but I'm going to play dirty. I'm going to watch as their own people tear them limb from limb. I'm going to kidnap cedia's prince and make those lazy assholes bombard Aluxaria from the sea. I will see every person in Aluxaria dead! No one escapes that kingdom alive!!' Aden shouted as he continued to fly and eventually landed on Legel's capital. Hopping off his mount his people lead him to the castles inside walking down a hallway and in a wide open room laid his father who was pierced nearly everywhere by metal spikes. "Father....."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria had landed right beside him, and walked after him quickly. She stopped at the doorway of the room with Aden's father, the king of Legel, and stares for a few moments, her jaw opened a bit. "Oh my god..." She whispers. "Aden, I'm so sorry." Rose mounts her Pegasus, and takes off, moving full speed toward Legel's capital.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Don't bother with your pity. I don't need nor want it." Aden said before looking at his fathers lifeless eyes. "You crazy man... I will suceed where you fell." Aden mumbled before walking out of the room and looked at one of his men. "Get Sieg, I have a mission for him." He told them, they nodded and walked off while Aden was then approached my Mira. "Aden, with your fathers passing.... you are now to become king. When do you want the ceremony?" She asked and he grinned. "I want my ceremony held in Aluxaria's burning castle." he said as he walked off to the planning room.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, a Pegasus lands outside, and Rose rushes in. "I heard what happened, Aden!" She says, before slamming into him and hugging him tight. Aria stares for a moment, then turns to Aden. "Prince Aden, you are clearly the more stronger force. As a princess of Sakuya, I declare the forces of Sakuya at your service upon request." Aria says. Rose glances at her sister, and then turns back to Aden, standing in her armour, and she nods.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Did you? Then you agree Aluxaria must be wiped off the map correct?" Aden asked while Sinoa stared at Rose who was getting to close for comfort. Aden nodded at Aria and pulled Rose away. "In due time, but for now we wait a bit." At the moment Sieg came in and bowed. "You need me?" He said while winking at Aria. "Yes, you like sneaking so go to Cedia, and capture the prince. That way I can use him as a hostage and get Cedia to help kill Aluxaria." Aden asked, while Sieg shrugged. "Sure give me a week."</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The two remaining commanders looked at eachother, and shrugged. If the attack was successful, and they were sure that it was, there would be nothing for them to clean up afterwards. They walked off their separate ways to organize the remaining idle troops. As they did, a young girl walked onto the battlements of the garrison, casually strolling as if nothing was going on. Men recognized their princess and got on a fist and knee as she passed. Rose didn't like that. She preferred them to continue their duties. One of the commanders spotted her, and walked forward, bowing to her. "My lady, you are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be back at Yasanctuar," He says, to which Rose shakes her head. "I will be staying here." The commander moves forward to grab her arm, and within an instant he is on the floor, her knee on his stomach, her left elbow resting on his neck while her right hand wields his own dagger. "I am the princess. Do not try that again," She hisses. She pushes her knee down, hard, and then pulls away, dropping his dagger onto the ground with a sickened expression. Rose proceeds to walk close to the battlements as the commander recovers, and sends a few spare men away to tell everyone that the princess was there. A major moral boost.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke The aerial unit received word form an aerial scout, the news made them shriek in joy(Birds). "Alright men we can do this! Double time lets go! Our princess is here to watch and gives us courage!!" The commander shouted before a giant rock flew though the air and smashed right into him and sent him flying to the ground where all you could see was a bloody pile. Standing in the front was a young man with red hair grinning. "Sorry freaks of nature, but I'm not a big fan of birds shitting on my parade! Catapults!" Aden shouted holding up his sword. "Rain rocks on these freaks." And with that command the rows of catapults in unison fired the giant rocks into the sky which caused heavy damage to the aerial unit that damaged the troops that were charging. The troops that remained charged the front gate with a battering ram smashing against the gate. One man with a pole arm who was riding a horse looked up at the battlements and eyed the girl. He then put his thumb to his throat and dragged his along to signal she was gonna slit her throat.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Men!" Rose shouted, turning back to those on the battlements, whom were doing barely anything to kill the forces at the gate. "Get all of the archers and pikemen to the gate. The moment it busts, put arrows into them. And you!" Rose points to a group of battle-ready men. "We will jump over the wall and land on top of them. Fire before you land!" With that, the men did as their princess ordered, whispering nervously to eachother. There was a crash as the gate got knocked in, and the sound of many arrows being fired, hitting the unsuspecting Legel troops. As soon as the screams of men were heard, those on the battlements, Rose included, leaped over, landing on top of the survivors and immediately engaging them in hand-to-hand combat. A platoon of men rushed out of the gate to support the defense, with even more coming. There was an ear piercing roar as a dragon appeared out of the clouds, swooping down upon the Legel forces, swerving around catapult rocks before strafing the catapults themselves with gushes of purple, burning gas. The second the first atom of gas hit the ground, the whole plume of gas lit up in an explosion.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden watched from the distance his troops and commander getting destroyed which made him rub his face. Thats when a dragon began its loud ass roar which made Aden shake his head as he looks up at the dragon swerving around. "Men get away from the catapults now!" Aden spoke getting on a horse and marching away from the catapults along with most of the troops and those that slacked were caught in the explosion. "Well dragons are unfair. Hmmm what to do. Well all their troops are at the garrison and if we get close I doubt its going to attack. Since the flying fuck singled us out." Looking back he pointed at the garrison with his sword. "Men get close to the Garrison. The beast wouldn't risk killing its lands people!" The troops looked a tad scared and hesitated slightly until a man in full armor upon a armored black mount came running in. "Men! Join your king in battle! Together we will have no fear of dragons! We will show this land, that we are not afraid of pathetic creatures such as dragons. We fear not even the gods!" The king shouted as he rode off towards the garrison which made the remaining troops shout in joy with their appearance of their king. The son sighed but got his own group of men and made his "Own charge not straight on though."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "The enemy are advancing!" A man shouts, as Rose ducks under a sword and delivers a swift punch to the owner's face. Looking up from the battle, she spots the enemy reinforcements, and the dragon finishing the last of the catapults. In the distance, the sound of a trumpet is heard, along with the clap of many footsteps arriving on the ground at the same time. Several long columns of men walk their way toward the Legel troops, all shouting in sync with eachother. "Death! Death! Death!" The voices of the Sakuya reinforcements echoed loudly through the land, their tactics designed to make the enemy fear them and retreat without further harm. Those that were left, however, would perish like the rest. The Sayuka troops left at the Garrison cheered, and Rose whooped. They all lined up, and joined in with the synchronized shouting of the word 'death', their morale boosted.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke With their chanting of death, the king ignored it and laughed even. "You hear that men, the silly animals think they can scare us with simple chants. Lets show these little wildlife that we don't fear death!!" The king shouted as he charged on with his men as the approached the garrison once more with the troops flooding inside. "P-princess! Please you must get to safety! We can't risk losing you!" The woman with fur covering her arms spoke, before her head was chopped off by the one man that was on the horse earlier. "Princess eh? You know, that was a dirty little trick earlier. I'm going to have to punish you for that one you know?" He spoke raising his pole arm while the cuts and bruises were shown over his body. That didn't stop him from swinging the pole arm directly at her though.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose grits her teeth. She indeed had to get to safety, however first she had a problem. As the pole is swung at her, she steps forward, closer to the man. She holds her hand out, grabbing the wood of the polearm, and yanking the man toward her. "Goodbye," She whispers, before she grabs the man's dagger, unsheathing it and giving the man's head a new colour of red. She sees a horse run around wildly without an owner, and try to escape from the battle, but she caught onto the reins and swung herself up. "Yah!" She shouts, pulling tightly on the reins as the horse shoots away from Legel troops, and at the same time, moves away from the Sakuya troops.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke The man would fall to the ground as one of the Sakuya commanders smiled. "Be safe my princess.... Men! Fight these men to the death!! Long live Sakuya!!" He shouted as the men rallied and fought the Legel forces head on while the princess retreated. However while she was escaping Aden was chasing after her. "Men assault the garrison from the back. Give them no mercy. Ill handle princess there." He ordered with the men nodding as they rode off to assault their rear. The prince caught up quite easily on horseback and looked at her as he rode at her side. "You don't look the type for this. Besides shouldn't you be locked away? I hear you mommy has the protective issue with you." He then grabbed the reigns and yanked them back making both of them stop. "So to stop you people from being slaughter like the animals they are, how about we make an agreement?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose growls quietly. She recognized the prince, and wondered what his game was. She may as well play along with it. If he attacks, she could just howl and men would come charging, no mercy whatsoever, and he had to know that. "I will only agree when I hear the agreement, and even then, I may not agree." She says, climbing off of her horse. The worst thing to happen would be for the horse to get knocked over and have her stuck beneath it's weight, so she simply stood to the side of it, looking up to the prince, her eyes a beautiful red colour. She looked too innocent.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Fair enough, that's what a future queen should say. Simply enough you have communication to these mythical beast that keep giving us trouble. So I want some of them. Preferably the most dangerous ones, before you say that I said any mythical creature. Also by dangerous I mean ones that can kill. I would like to use them against the Aluxarians. Of course you have rights to ask for something from me as well." Aden said stepping off his own horse as he stared her dead in the eyes. Giving off a serious expression, even though he felt like he was dealing with a child.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "No!" Rose says, looking him in the eyes. "I will not give up my future subjects to you." Her tail swishes behind her as her hand grips the dagger she had, ready to pull it in an instant. "Why do you even attack us? We are peaceful, and you come with your swords raised." Rose takes a step toward Aden, standing closer to him as she speaks once more. "Chaoria has been looking to improve long-term trading relationships with Sakuya. We've been declining, as relations are good enough, but maybe we can accept the deals if they can help us," She smirks. "I'm sure they will be happy to help us if we offer even better deals than they offered us. And that means goodbye Legel."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "A scare tactic? Hard to believe that from you. Chaoria is a country that minds its own business. It doesn't have any contact with the outside world unless they are in desperate need of something. But if this were true, who would stop Chaoria from simply using all our dead bodies to finish you guys off next? They wipe out Legel, and they have hundred of thousands of undead soldiers just like that. But fine its negotiations for a reason. No dangerous mythical creatures, but you must have Pegasus correct? How about supplying them instead? If you do. Well will stop our attacks." Aden spoke next crossing his arms as he stared at her, he looked at where the screams were coming from. "Might want to decide fast. Before all those that stayed back to protect you die a pointless death."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I believe that is your men dying, not mine." Rose says, lifting her head. She blinks as she hears another horn in the distance, and then the sound of many men running. She knew she was wrong. "We shall not be supplying you Pegasus. Pegasus are reserved to us and only us." She turns around. "So, if you do not mind, I'll be leaving with the rest of my men." She bit inside of her lip gently as she approached her horse, wondering if he dared to strike her from behind, or even attempt to hold her prisoner.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I believe that is your men dying, not mine." Rose says, lifting her head. She blinks as she hears another horn in the distance, and then the sound of many men running. She knew she was wrong. "We shall not be supplying you Pegasus. Pegasus are reserved to us and only us." She turns around. "So, if you do not mind, I'll be leaving with the rest of my men." She bit inside of her lip gently as she approached her horse, wondering if he dared to strike her from behind, or even attempt to hold her prisoner.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden sighed as he shook his head. "One last choice then. You supply us Pegasus, or the closest town will be slaughter in cold blood. If you won't do it for your soldiers, then what about the innocent civilians you have. Do you wish to see them die? All you have to do is supply us Pegasus and you will have your peace and you will keep the lives of your subjects. Be smart here princess, I know my own country cheers and screams. I know damn well who is dying over there. And with that position, we have a great shot for the next town. Yet if you wish to flee then go ahead. You wont get another chance like this though." Aden offered one last idea to her. He was intent on getting what he wanted, he just wasn't used to dealing with someone so stubborn.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose pauses, and she turns around. The lives of innocents was in her hands, and she had an important choice to make. "Take your closest advisers, and come to Yasanctuar tomorrow morning. We will discuss this at the capital." She crosses her arms. "Or, you may ride with me there right now, and discuss it in private there. You may get your Pegasus sooner." Rose smiles cutely at Aden, blinking. "Though you will have the disadvantage of less advice."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "And give you the chance of holding me prisoner? No. I will meet you there tomorrow, as a sign that I'm a man of my word, I will stop my men's attack. But until the discussions are over with. The garrison is ours." Adens aid getting back on his horse as he rode off back to the garrison, where he ordered his men to stop, and then told both sides about the deal. The leftover troops of Sakuya's pulled out of the garrison safely while the king looked at his son. "Pegasus huh? Not bad, if we have those attack Aluxaria will be much easier. Good job son." The king said as he started ordering his men to watch for any attacks just in case they tried a fast one.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose retreated with her forces, her eyes now sad. Her mother would either kill her or give her a talk that would make her cry, and Rose suspected it would be the latter. She was one to hate upsetting her mother. Everyone else looked happy as they retreated. Even though they had lost, they had wiped out a considerable amount of enemy troops, including catapults. Several groups of the force split off into differing directions, Rose's own group heading back to the capital. Fortunately, they were all on horseback, meaning they could gallop there faster than with those on foot.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the next day would progress onwards, Legel's strategist call Mira came to the Garrison in which her Aden and several troops marched towards the capital of Sakuya. Aden had learned from Mira in the ways of strategic warfare, so she alone would suffice. And they would wait outside the capitals walls as Aden looked at a guard. "Get her. She knows damn well what will happen if she changes her mind now."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The guard huffs, however he moves away. Moments later, the triple-layer of gates open, and a different guard approaches Aden, Mira and the other men. "Please, follow me." He says, before he begins to walk. "The princess has been very upset lately, so I caution you to not anger or upset her any more." The guard says as he walks through the heavily populated city. Soon, they approach the main building, and begin to walk to Rose' room. "The princess wants this to be discussed in her office rather than in an official room. Especially considering you attacked Sakuya land yesterday." He knocks, before opening the room. "The men stay outside." Rose was sat at her desk, looking stressed. Her eyes, still pretty as always, had tiny bags beneath them, however her hair was combed back and straight, and she was wearing what looked to be semi-formal attire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "As long as we come to an agreement, I care not where this discussion happens." Aden spoke with them, arriving at her room, where he was told the men wait outside. Aden nodded to his men and motioned for Mira to follow into the room. "So Princess Rose, I do hope you considered my terms to the negotiations. I see you got dressed for the occasion." Aden said looking down at her, while Mira did a little curtsy and stared at her with a smile. "Greeting princess, I came to help see that things go smoothly and not make a turn for the worst. While Legel may have been more bloodthirsty as of late, this is all the king's orders. We don't want to spill pointless blood, hence why we are trying to make it seem like you came to an agreement with no choice. That way the King thinks he had a victory with you agreeing to Legel terms. So with the Pegasus we will leave you alone and with that the King will be preoccupied with other matter and will halt attacks. You must understand, its kind of hard to disobey a king. Mostly one called Chaos fiend Sol." Mira said smiling while Aden crossed his arms and stared at her intently. Hoping she wouldn't be so stubborn as she was yesterday.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose chews on the inside of her lip gently as she listens to what the lady had to say. An agreement with no choice? Rose blinks, and then lets out a long breath through her nose. "Pegasus are some of our most important creatures. We can't just let some go fly off the Legel, as there are not many of them." Rose's hand raises to scratch one of her ears as she thinks about the situation. Sakuya could either lend Legel the Pegasus, or they could not, and probably send a counterattack to reclaim the garrison they had lost. Worst case scenario, Sakuya would have to send a messenger to the northern lands of their kingdom, and call in for help from the troops that reside there. Rose did not want to do that, so she looks Aden in the eyes and asks, "How much gold would you be willing to give per single Pegasus?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Fair enough trade I suppose. I guess I could spare six hundred gold per Pegasus I think that's fair enough. They are just like horses but with the benefit of flight." Aden said staring at her while Mira nodded in agreement. "You have much to learn Aden. You don't even know how many Pegasus they even have to begin with. So that what I would like to ask, just how many does your kingdom own?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Five thousand," Rose replies. "However, you would only be entitled to," She pauses and thinks. "Six hundred Pegasus," She smiles. Rose knew that had more than five thousand, however the Pegasus were to be reserved for royals and high ranking officials. "Costing one thousand and six hundred gold. Each." Rose was not going to sell perfect Pegasus to a currently opposing kingdom for a small price. She crosses her arms, a sweet smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden couldn't help but start laughing loudly at her pricing for them. "For that much you might as well give me 3 thousand Pegasus, cause no way in hell am I paying your tiny ass that much for only six hundred of them. You know, for a future queen you are not being the brightest. Maybe Cedia can throw that kind of money around for such few things but not me. So how about you reprice that, or if you stick to it. Then we will just leave and see you again. With the heads of the civilians and children of your people." Aden said now frowning at her. Was she trying to act tough in this situation? If so she was being a real dumbass about it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Eight hundred for each," was Rose' new price. Rose definitely did not want the heads of her people cast at her, or she herself may get thrown off of the future throne. "One thousand Pegasus." She grits her teeth. She taps her hands on her desk and then stretches, her dress tightening around her as she leans back, and then sets her hands back on her lap.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Mira looked at Aden and nodded that this was probably the best they would do, that and the price was lowered to a fairer one. So Aden nodded back an held out his hand and shook Rose's. You have a deal, we will leave you country alone and promise to not attack you unless you start the fight this time. I will send the gold tomorrow, also nice body Princess." Aden spoke smiling before leaving the room with Mira and had his men follow behind him. Where they would then march on back to the garrison in order to inform everyone.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose sighs to herself. "What have I done?" She asks herself, before heading to her personal quarters to rest. She changed out of her clothes and then laid down to take a nap. Someone took the papers from her office and began to spread the word to the Pegasus breeders that they were to ready their Pegasus for being bought. None of them refused. As long as they were getting their money, they were happy with it.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "You know six hundred would have worked just as well." Mira stated with Aden smiling. "I know but this way we can breed the Pegasus faster and produce more of them quickly. Then we can assault Aluxaria and claim that whores head. Still that princess was more stubborn than she needed to be. For someone with that body she has the damn mind of a twelve year old." Aden said as he went to prepare for the gold to delivered to Sakuya.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The next morning, surrounded by guards, Rose stands at the gates of Yasanctuar, a giant line of carts packed with Pegasus ready to be transferred to Legel. "Where is he?" She whispered, picturing Aden's face in her mind, her heart racing. More guards lined the carts of Pegasus, just in case Legel decided to take them without paying, which Rose doubted they would.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke In the distance was Aden approaching on horseback with hundred of carts of his own. It took a while to get there so no gold fell off but they arrived, in which Aden looked at the Pegasus and nodded at Rose. "Well feel free to count all the gold if you want, or you can trust me that its all there." He said looking at a Pegasus that was black, but with a white mane and wings. "You will be my steed." Aden spoke to it holding out his hand gently with a smile. The creature smelling it before resting its head on his hand. "What a noble one you are."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose huffs silently, crossing her arms. "They are yours now." She waved behind her, and some more people walked out of the city to mount the carts of gold. Rose walks closer to Aden. "Are you happy now?" She asks, smirking. "Because I'd be happy to just get this over with." Rose was partially lying. She had a funny feeling in her chest whenever she looked at Aden, however she chose not to admit to this. Instead, she just blinked as she stares at him.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Upon the arrival of Chaoria's queen, Rose's jaw drops open. She recognized the queen from years back, and was still terrified of the woman to this day. "Y-Yes," Rose replies, breaking into a nervous, fearful shudder, her ears folding down. "S-She is in the throne room. A-Allow the guards to escort you there." Hearing this, several guards made sure to spin on their heels and make their way back into the castle, whereas the other guards, most of whom had not experienced anything to do with a necromancer and had no reason to fear the woman, began to line up in formation to escort the woman inside. Rose took a few fearful steps toward some of her guards.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "You too little A." The queen said pointing at Aden, who shuddered and looked at the sky, which made skeletons hold the Pegasuss legs. This amde Aden sigh as he got off and walked inside the castle walls. The queen stood between Aden and rose and hummed as she looked at the kingdom. "This cplace could use more decayed trees. Been a while since I had tea with your mother. I remember when you two were young. Rose was innocent and didn't have the woman's body she does today. And Aden was shorter and more shy. Hiding behind his mother's dress. Its a shame that she passed away from illness." She spoke which made Aden stay silent as they walked. "So why am I here anyway? Your business is with Sakuya not Legel." Aden asked which made her laugh. "Nope its with both. Your father is on his way. I already asked your mother and she gave permission, only as long as if I helped defend if they tried anything."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose nervously moved closer to Aden. Technically, their kingdoms were in an alliance, and he appeared to be the stronger of the two kingdoms (even though Rose doubted that all of the forces of Sakuya combined could lose a battle. "What could you possibly want with both of our kingdoms?" Rose asks as she edges her way slowly behind Aden, quivering fearfully. Even if Sakuya was neutral with Chaoria and her mother was friends with the Queen, Rose still felt the need to hide behind Aden, her face red.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden noticed Rose hide behind him which made him look at the Chaoria queen and shudder. Did this little puppy actually think he would be of any help? The queen looked back at Rose and smiled. "Well it has to do with Sakuya's beautiful lands and Aden himself." She spoke which made Aden tilt his head. "But I have no interest in their lands, I got what I needed and have no more use for it." He stated which made the queen shake her head. "Children be patient and find out soon." She mentioned as they continued to the throne room in which they saw the queen on her throne. The Chaoria queen bowed while Aden just stared at her. The Chaoria queen stood up straight and remained silent until the Legel king stormed into the room. "So the undead queen herself does exist. So is what you wrote in the message true?" Sol asked to which the Chaoria queen nodded. "Yes, but first Aden you are aware of Legel's customs correct?" He looked at her cautiously before nodding. She clapped her hands and smiled. "Good! Did you bring him Sol?" He nodded in which a man in silver armor came walking through the door with sword in hand. That was when a woman came straight out of the ground and seemingly left no hole upon exiting the earth's crust. "Aden, your father agreed to a proposal of mine. But first I have to ask your mother this Rose." She said walking towards her bowing. "If my daughter slays one of Legel's best warriors. Will you allow my daughter and Aden's marriage to be hosted on a dragon? She states she really wants that to happen at her wedding." She said with the most normal smile, to which Aden if he had been drinking would have spit that shit everywhere. Aden then looked at the young undead girl who looked at him and waved.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Jennifer, who was sitting on her throne, smiles at Chaoria's queen, Mira. "Of course," she says, without any hesitation. She was good friends with Mira, and she didn't want to spoil this. After all, what harm could it do to Sakuya? "We are friends, after all. No war between us. I only have one condition, that I and Rose are both allowed to be at this wedding. I'll send the dragon as soon as the details are written about the wedding." Rose did not disagree with her mother. At least she would be safe in a Chaoria wedding, unlike that of Legel where she would fear assassination. Suddenly, there was a cheer from the guards outside of the throne room, before a figure, dressed in the clothes and armour she always wore, walked into the throne room. The guards took glances before they realized they were supposed to be serious, and returned to looking dutiful. Her armoured boots clunked quietly as she circles the room. "Aria!" Rose says, practically leaping onto her sister as she walks past. "It has been so long!" Aria raises her eyebrows, and grins, wrapping her arms around her sister, not even flinching as she was smacked into by the suddenly happy Rose. "Hello," She says, smiling, as she looks around the room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Mira smiled and looked at her daughter. "Isn't that great news Sinoa? And of course you are allowed to attend. Its your dragon after all." To which the daughter smiled and nodded as she bowed before Jennifer. She then walked over to Aden and looked up at the man looking down at her. When suddenly Rose's sister returned, to which she leaps tackle hugs her, causing Aden to sigh thinking how terrifying it was that there were now two of them. Mira looked at Aria and waved. "You certainly grew up as well Aria." Mira spoke before Sol stomped his foot. "Hey now! Who says my warrior will even lose? Mostly to a scrawny girl like that? Well come on then lets get it over with! But do note, since its Legel custom, you cannot cry when your daughter dies." Sol spoke to which the queen chuckled. "Of course." And with that Mira motioned for everyone to follow, to which they came to the outside the kingdom in the open field. "Well by all means start." Mira said conjuring up undead skeleton chairs for the spectators. While the Legel warrior held up his long sword and grinned. "Time to turn an undead controller into an undead herself." He said cockily while the daughter reached into the ground easily, and pulled out a giant scythe to which the man now looked at nervously. "What?" And before he knew it he was suddenly surrounded by fifty skeletons to which the man looked around in shock. "Thats not-!" he said being cut off by Sinoa. "Fair? the customs are to the death, not a fair death." And with her saying that the skeletons rushed at him, which made him yell as he charged forward swinging his sword, which shattered through skeleton after skeleton but they latched onto him slowing him down as they bite into his flesh, until they finally halted his progress. "Become my undead servant." Sinoa said before swinging the scythe downwards cleaving his body vertically in half.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria rubs her sister's head. Even though she was younger by a bit, Aria was clearly the more buff of the two princesses. Aria sits down in a skeleton chair casually, while Rose moves away and then comes back with a normal chair, placing it next to her sister and sitting down. She was not fond of sitting in a skeleton chair. God knows who's bones they were. Aria whoops as the Legel warrior is swiftly taken down, and Rose covers her eyes. "Oh god," she says, as Aria laughs and claps. She was used to fights in the north, and had taken part in quite a few herself. Some people looked down on her and said that she should be acting more womanly, including her own mother, but eventually she moved North and made her own path with the tough up there. Jennifer sighs. She had expected Sinoa to win. "Congratulations, Sinoa!" Jennifer hears Aria call out as Rose looks like she is trying to prevent herself from throwing up.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Both Aden and his father stared in shock, while the father removed his helmet to make sure his vision wasn't wrong. Aden looked at Aria, who was ecstatic over this, which made Aden frown at her. She was vastly different than Rose. Well to in body sense but in personality, this bitch was applauding his man being cut in half. While Rose was trying not to puke. Sinoa bowed at hearing Aira's praises, and looked at Sol before going and standing next to her mother, while the skeletons dragged the body underground. Mira crossed her legs in her chair and looked at Sol. "So when will little Aden become my son in law?" She asked with a smirk while Sol crossed his arms as scoffed. "The victors gets to decide.... as the Legel's customs dictate." Sol muttered to which Sinoa motioned for Aden to approach, who hesitated before doing so. "One weeks time and at this time. I look forward to it." She said smiling at him while he was more so terrified of this woman. "F-fine. But what about my man?" He asked, to which she shook her head. "Legel's customs dictate that the winner of the battle gets to choose what they want. He died, so he becomes my servant, and you become my husband. And we will get married here."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Here? Well, I will begin preparations soon," Jennifer says. "After I catch up with my second daughter." Hearing a reference to her, Aria turns and grins at her mother. "What is there to catch up on? Oh yeah, I killed another dragon that pissed me off." She shrugs. Rose walks over to Aden and stares at him. "I'm scared for you," She whispers to him, looking him in the eyes. Behind her, Aria walks over to Sinoa, and admires her scythe. "Sweet scythe," she remarks, before leaning back on her heels, somehow managing to have her weight hold her up even though she was tilted at an angle. "I've seen quite a few, but for a necromancer, that seems pretty neat."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Hearing a dragon being killed made Mira's eyes light up with joy, while Rose told Aden how scared she was for him, who only laughed in return. One of those un-amused laughs though, not a real one. Sinoa stared at Rose before Aria came over admiring her Scythe, in which Sinoa again reached into the ground with a similar looking one. "With the bones of the dead I can conjure and form them into any weapon I deem fit. Here, for letting us use your lands for the wedding." Sinoa said handing one of the scythes over to Aria, while Sol sighed and looked at his son. "Well, maybe you will be into.... undead controlling scythe wielders?" Sol spoke which made Aden glare at him. "Thanks dad..... thanks a lot."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she sighs, standing beside Aden as her heart races. Aria smiles at Sinoa, taking the scythe. "Why, thank you," she says, sliding the handle of the scythe down one of the straps that held her bastard sword. "Say, I have to visit Chaoria one day. Seems like it'd be a fun place." Aria says casually, her eyes quickly flickering to look at Rose staring at Sinoa with a face of what looked to be jealousy. Aria grins to herself. So, her sister had a crush on Aden? Oh, how Aria would have to tell Aden this.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she sighs, standing beside Aden as her heart races. Aria smiles at Sinoa, taking the scythe. "Why, thank you," she says, sliding the handle of the scythe down one of the straps that held her bastard sword. "Say, I have to visit Chaoria one day. Seems like it'd be a fun place." Aria says casually, her eyes quickly flickering to look at Rose staring at Sinoa with a face of what looked to be jealousy. Aria grins to herself. So, her sister had a crush on Aden? Oh, how Aria would have to tell Aden this.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Make sure to send a message first, our guards are ordered to attack on sight." Mira said listening in on the conversation. Sinoa simply nodded at her thank you and stared at rose who was giving her a weird look. "Do you have a question for me?" Sinoa asked tilting her head at Rose while Aden rubbed the back of his head. "I'm going to go get my Pegasus and go home. Geesh I left without a wife and Im returning engaged..." Aden said walking into the kingdom to find where these animals hide his animal.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "No, I do not have a question," Rose says politely, before turning to Aden, biting her lip slightly. "Prince Aden, do you wish to stay a day? We may require your input in, say, decorations of the wedding," Rose says, closing her eyes for a moment. No, what am I doing? Did I just say that?, she thinks to herself fearfully, before opening her eyes again, heart beating faster than before. Aria struggles to suppress her laughter, and Jennifer, who hasn't caught on, shrugs. "We can supply a room for you to say for the day. Thanks to Rose, we are allies now."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden looked at Rose and shrugged. "I guess so?" He said, which Sinoa held Aden by the arm and smiled. "Can we have skulls for decorations?" She asked looking at Aden who stared at her like this was the craziest thing he has ever heard. "We.... can discuss this later." He replied, before looking at Jennifer. "I guess I will take you up on that offer then... Thank you very much Queen Jennifer." Aden said bowing, with Sinoa. While Mira chuckled. "Have fun children." And with that said Mira was lifted in the air before being carried off in the distance, while Sol scoffed and got on his horse. "My son better not be harmed." He stated before riding off. Sinoa simply dragged Aden inside the kingdom to see where their room was.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria and Rose follow, and Aria begins to tease Rose, whom rolls her eyes. She didn't care what her sister thought about her crush. Jennifer leads the way as they walk into the castle, and she opens the door. "This is your room. Make yourself at home, and call a servant if you need anything. They will be happy to lend assistance." With that, Jennifer walks away. Rose watches her mother leave, and then gazes toward Aden as her sister stretches and leans in the doorway. "It feels good to be here, at least for the next few weeks. After that, I'm most likely going to go to either Ehop or Kadrun. I could do with some alcohol, actually."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke When the queen left and Aria comment on staying a few weeks and wanting to get drunk made Aden groan. "How is someone like you a princess? Well I can't complain, Rose doesn't shout royalty either." Aden said walking around the room before placing his sword on a table. "Well you heard your mother, if you want something get your servants to do it." Aden stated which made Sinoa hold up her hand which formed this green looking spirit who flew out of the room, then came shortly back with a servant looking somewhat terrified, yet holding two bottles of alcohol. The green spirit then vanished and the servant would then leave. "I never had alcohol before.." Sinoa said before pouring a glass and taking a sip of it and grimacing. "Its weird." She mumbled, which made Aden laugh. "They probably got this from Cedia, those bastards also cheeped out just to make a profit." He said pouring himself a glass and sipping it. "Yep, Cedia."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Heh, Cedia think they serve the best stuff. They've never been to Kadrun." Aria laughs, pouring a glass. Rose stares at the alcohol, and then hesitantly takes a glass herself, though with a considerably smaller amount inside. Aria downs her glass quickly, before pouring a second. "Kadrun serves all of the good stuff, though a bit expensive." Rose glances at her sister with her eyebrows raised. "How often do you go there?" She asks, and Aria shrugs with a naughty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Kadrun? Isn't that where all those people go to h-" Sinoa was cut off by Aden placing a hand over her mouth. "Lets not ruin the innocent ones mindset about her sister. Lets just say, she probably goes enough that she knows a few names there." Aden said sipping his drink which made Sinoa shrug as she sipped her drink as well. "Cedia is know for being the richest out of all the kingdoms though, his weapons are top notch and nothing can compare to it's fleet. But yes they do cheap out on other things." Sinoa mentioned sipping the drink again, still grimacing.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I'd better tell someone to bring a cart of Kadrun oak-ale here. One sip and you'd all be blazing drunk." Aria laughs, turning to lean out of the doorway. "Hey, you! Go to Kadrun," She begins to give instructions to the person down the hall. As she does, Rose sips some more at the alcohol. Aria turns back, drinking her glass. "So, what're you guys gonna do?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oh you know. The usual stuff, walk around enjoying all that nature has. Maybe a few battle practices. Plan a freaking wedding." Aden said as he looked at Aria. "And are you two going to get drunk here or something? I'm not going to babysit a drunk child like girl, a drunk killer, and most certainly I wont babysit a drunk you." Aden spoke pointing at Aria as he finished the last part of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "You won't have to. You'll all be drunk before I ever am." Aria laughs. Rose chuckles, and nudges her sister, before turning back to look at Aden and his soon-to-be-wife. "We can get started on decorations now, if you wish." She says, a sweet smile on her face as she crosses her arms gently. "There's all sorts of things we can do, here."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Who said I'd continue to drink?" Aden said before rose popped the question which made Sinoa smile and hold Rose's hands. "Yes! I always pictures skulls everywhere, but how we would make them stick on a dragon is the hard part. Gravity magic maybe? Ooooh and blue flames, those are a must!" Sinoa said acting much different than when she cut a man in half. Aden just rubbed his face as he stood up. "I'm getting some fresh air.. You three have fun discussing things." Aden says as he walks out. As Sol was riding back to his capital, a blade went flying and cut the horses neck causing Sol to go flying off the animals corpse. Standing up holding his sword he stomped his foot. "Filthy animals! I knew you couldn't be trusted! I will have your queens head!" Sol shouted when out of the shadows a male with blue hair came walking towards Sol. "The mad king of Legel. I was paid quite a hefty price to cut your head off. Funny thing is, its not from any royalty. Oh well, I get paid extra for getting Aluxaria to be blamed." The male stated before running quite quickly with dagger out and swung at Sol who blocked only to get kicked in the side. Sol felt something sharp enter his body though, and when he pulled back he saw spikes on the males legs. "Did I mention I know magic?" The blue haired male mentioned before vanishing and appearing behind sol and stabbing the dagger in his back. Yet the male would then receive a greta shock causing him to let go of the dagger and stumble back. Sol would stand there gritting his teeth as blood poured from his lip. "You think I will die by an assassin? The gull of you! I will have your head mounted on a pole!!" Sol said as he raised his sword into the air which caused lighting to echo off it. "Ah so the rumors were true, you do know thunder magic. Too bad it is for naught." The male stated when Sol would find himself being pierced from the inside out. Blood would shoot out of him as he fell to his knees. "W-what?" Sol questioned, as the male drew closer. "When I kicked you I sent a piece of metal inside you. I know metal magic. And with metal inside your body. It was up to me when you die. Now rest king of Legel." The man said as he pulled out another dagger and slashed Sols neck, which made him grasp it before looking at the male with lifeless eyes and collapsing. The blue haired male stood up and sent metal spikes piercing through Sol's lifeless body before vanishing from sight.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "I'll come with you. I've been penned up all day," Rose says, stepping outside of the room and crossing her arms as she walks out after Aden. Aria prevents herself from laughing. "Okay, you two can go talk about what you want, I and Sinoa will talk about what she wants." Aria says, knowing what Rose wanted but ignoring it. Rose nods, and calls back, "Sounds fair enough."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Didn't you bring up the whole decoration thing? Geesh you are weird." Aden said to her as he walked outside, while Sinoa stared blankly at Aria. "Is your sister feeling quite alright?" Sinoa asked, while with Aden, he walked outside staring up at the sky. "So why are you walking with me? I did threaten you not a few days ago. I also threatened your people, and helped kill them. I put you in a position where you had no choice but to listen to my demands. So why are you walking with me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose bites her lip as she walks with Aden. She did not know how to put it, so she simply said, in a hushed, shy tone, "I know you don't want to be with Sinoa..." She bites her lip even harder as she keeps pace with him. "But there is always others... You could be with instead..." Her face turns red as she closes her eyes, her hair folding slightly over her eyes. Aria shrugs, looking back at Sinoa. "You do know me, right? The princess of Sakuya that lives up north, with the hard people. How can I tell when she is different, when I am drinking some Kadrun ale." She looks back to the door, then back at Sinoa. "You really have to try some. I bet you that you'll get drunk in, say, less than a glass."</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria begins to laugh, sipping at the ale casually. "We'll never know if I won. Though, I probably did," She murmers, a smile on her face. "Yeah, your breasts are tiny." Aria comments back. This was going to be fun. Rose looks down sadly, and then tears drip down from her eyes, sliding down her covered eyes. She grabs Aden, and pulls him close, burying her head in his chest. "Both. Both. I consider your feelings, and I like you, okay!? I like you! Get over it! If you don't like me, don't want me, then go away! Leave! If you want to kill me, then do it, or leave!" She cries out, before letting go and turning away. She quickly walks away from him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Not uh, I won! You said hulf a glass. I drunked all of it! And it just mens, Awen wul be closr to my hwart" Sinoa said as she then tackled Aria and poked her face. Aden was a little shocked at the sudden hug, so when she walked away he grabbed her arm and proceeded to drag her behind him. He dragged her all the way to an alley, where he pulled her close and pulled her into a kiss. He held it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and looking at her. "You know I won't make you happy. You foolish little girl." Aden said with a slight smile on his face, before letting her go.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose's face turns red as she kisses Aden, a shy smile now on her face as the tears stop flowing. She blinks as she grabs hold of him, and pulls him into another, shorter kiss."You will. I know you will, Aden." She murmers, smiling at him, before laying her head against his chest. Aria blushes, and lifts Sinoa up as if she was a stick. She lays her down on the bed, and pokes at Sinoa's face, giggling. "Jesus, woman." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What an odd girl you are. I held innocent peoples lives in my hands, and instead of hating me you decide to like me." Aden said before pulling her off. "Well I think that's enough fresh air for one night." Aden said before walking back inside. As she was laid down, she pouted and flailed her arms. "Wheres my Awen!!!" She shouted and speak of the devil he enetred the room and saw the sight and face palmed. "What the hell happened to her?" Aden asked as he took a sip from the pitcher and looked at Aria. He was then tackled by Sinoa who hugged him quite tightly. "Awen!!! Im tiredddd lets go to bwd." Sinoa said as he pushed Aria out of the room and stuck her tongue out at the two sisters. "No disturbing, me and Awen are gwnna have pwivate time." Sinoa said closing the door.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she waves shyly at Aden before the door is closed. As soon as it is, she looks to her sister. Rose points at her lips, and then interlocks her fingers, and goes even redder. Aria smiles. "You can't be serious," She says, before getting a nod for a reply. Aria hugs her sister, before ushing her along. "Come on, go to bed, Rose." Aria says, before she moves off to find her own room.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke As the sun shines through the windows, Aden awakens to Sinoa huddled up against him. Yet what caught his attention was a messenger bird perched on the table. When he took the message and read it. His eyes widened as he grit his teeth. He stood up with little warning for Sinoa who rolled over from the sudden shift. She lifted her eye to see Aden changing into his clothing, and he grabbed his sword as he stromed out of the the room and down the hallway. As he passed a servant, he grabbed them forcefully by the arm and glared at them. "Where is my Pegasus!?" he shouted while they shook and told him that he was in the stables. Aden stormed outside and found his mount indeed waiting for him. Sinoa came rushing out a little confused.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Hearing the commotion, Aria awoke, and climbed out of her bed, rushing out without any hesitation. She was used to waking up at sounds quickly in case of assassination, which was a huge possibility in the north. She followed a servant's directions down to the stable in record time, and looked at Aden. "What are you doing!? What's going on?" Aria asks, her voice a low growl, her hand on her sword's hilt as if she expected attack.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Leaving! I'm heading back to wipe Aluxaria off the damn map! Those bastards! I will have everyone living in Aluxaria buried in the fucking ground!" Aden shouted as he began rushing out of the stable on the Pegasus. "Now piss off fox, I don't have time for your crap today. I'll show those magical assholes what happens when they send an assassin to kill my father!" Aden proclaimed as he held his hand out to Sinoa, who took it and climbed on the Pegasus. And without further delay they took off into the sky, to head back to the capital of Legel.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria grunts. She knew that Legel and Sakuya were now allies, therefore if Legel were to be attacked, that would be an act of war... "Send a messenger to the Rarippe battalion!" Aria commands to a nearby guard, before she takes out a small, wooden object and flicks it before whistling into it. Within a moment, her Pegasus has landed in front of her. She swings herself on. "Tell them to head to Legel! And summon up the Tario company, too, if you can!" She shouts as her Pegasus takes off at lightening speed, wings flapping incredibly fast in order to catch up with Aden.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "What happened Aden?" Sinoa asked from the back of the Pegasus, which made Aden turn his head and frown. "On his way back to the capital, Aluxaria sent some kind of metal assassin. They have my fathers body back at the capital and they are saying this is a rare powerful form of magic. And those Aluxaria assholes are the only magical kingdom where rare magic isn't that rare." Aden stated as he saw Aria in the distance and shook his head. "Freaking animals. I hope they are willing to play dirty. Cause I'm making sure by the end of the year, that Aluxaria meets its end."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta The Pegasus' wings flap even faster as it accelarates to catch up with Aden's Pegasus, quickly catching up and flying alongside his Pegasus. "Aden, I'm coming with you, damn it! You can't hope to take out Aluxaria on your own!" She calls out. Back at the castle, Rose rubs her eyes and wakes up to knocking at the door. "Princess!" A servant calls out. "Come in!" She calls out, and the servant rushes in, going red at the sight of Rose in her sleeping garments, which was her underwear. "Princess, your sister and prince Aden have left to go to war with Aluxaria." The servant says. Quickly, she motions for him to leave, and then rushes to get some armour on. She was going to join in, if they were going to battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Me? No, but I'm going to play dirty. I'm going to watch as their own people tear them limb from limb. I'm going to kidnap cedia's prince and make those lazy assholes bombard Aluxaria from the sea. I will see every person in Aluxaria dead! No one escapes that kingdom alive!!' Aden shouted as he continued to fly and eventually landed on Legel's capital. Hopping off his mount his people lead him to the castles inside walking down a hallway and in a wide open room laid his father who was pierced nearly everywhere by metal spikes. "Father....."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria had landed right beside him, and walked after him quickly. She stopped at the doorway of the room with Aden's father, the king of Legel, and stares for a few moments, her jaw opened a bit. "Oh my god..." She whispers. "Aden, I'm so sorry." Rose mounts her Pegasus, and takes off, moving full speed toward Legel's capital.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Don't bother with your pity. I don't need nor want it." Aden said before looking at his fathers lifeless eyes. "You crazy man... I will suceed where you fell." Aden mumbled before walking out of the room and looked at one of his men. "Get Sieg, I have a mission for him." He told them, they nodded and walked off while Aden was then approached my Mira. "Aden, with your fathers passing.... you are now to become king. When do you want the ceremony?" She asked and he grinned. "I want my ceremony held in Aluxaria's burning castle." he said as he walked off to the planning room.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, a Pegasus lands outside, and Rose rushes in. "I heard what happened, Aden!" She says, before slamming into him and hugging him tight. Aria stares for a moment, then turns to Aden. "Prince Aden, you are clearly the more stronger force. As a princess of Sakuya, I declare the forces of Sakuya at your service upon request." Aria says. Rose glances at her sister, and then turns back to Aden, standing in her armour, and she nods.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Did you? Then you agree Aluxaria must be wiped off the map correct?" Aden asked while Sinoa stared at Rose who was getting to close for comfort. Aden nodded at Aria and pulled Rose away. "In due time, but for now we wait a bit." At the moment Sieg came in and bowed. "You need me?" He said while winking at Aria. "Yes, you like sneaking so go to Cedia, and capture the prince. That way I can use him as a hostage and get Cedia to help kill Aluxaria." Aden asked, while Sieg shrugged. "Sure give me a week."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria's face goes red as Sieg winks at her. She then cocks an eyebrow. "A week? We're going to be waiting that long?" She asks. Rose shrugs, before pacing, her own face as red as Aria's. After a few more paces, she stops, crossing her arms over her breastplate. Her eyes gaze into Aden's for a moment, and then she flicks her eyes twice toward Sinoa, as if to say, 'look at her, she seems to be eyeing me up'.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "That makes it sound like you are going to kill him and get information out of him!" Rose calls, grinning, before turning to her sister. "Aria, did you seriously hand our kingdom over to him? Aria? Aria are you even listening to me!?" She asks her sister, whom was watching Sieg walk away, her face red. "Aria!" Rose says, and finally gets a response, Aria looking at Rose. "Yes, yes, I heard you. And yes, I did." She says.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden frowned backwards at her as he was dragged away. "What is it?" Aden asked while Sinoa rested her head against his arm. "You might not remember, yet before all the wars we all use to be pretty close. Us princes and princess's, as children that is. You use to play hero back then, and whenever someone wa spicking on us, you would rush him and defend us. Of course it's different now but back then thats what made me fall in love with you. Hence why I asked to become your wife." Sinoa told him which made Aden look at her confusingly. "I don't rememebr but why are you telling me this?" He asked which made Sinoa lean in towards his ear. "Simple, I waited a while for this day, so if Rose gets in between it.... I will kill her." Sinoa said smiling at Aden as she planted a soft kiss on his lips before sinking into the ground leaving no hole or anything. (Feel free to do a time skip or something)</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Suddenly, Sapphire runs through a doorway, tears in her eyes. "A-Aden! Aden!" She cries, slamming into him. "I heard what happened! T-The guards wouldn't let me see him." She sobs into his chest. "Is he really... Is he really..." Sapphire did not want to say the word dead. "Brother, is he?" Aria and Rose quickly come the way Aden had went, hearing the crying. Seeing that he was with someone who called Aden her brother, they stopped a distance away. "I didn't know he had a sister," Aria whispers to Rose. Rose whispers back, "Me neither."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden looked down at his sister and hugged her. "Don't worry hes just going to rest for a while. Being king was hard on him. So he simply need his rest. You will be able to see him one day, but for now let him sleep." Aden said rubbing her head and looking at Aria and Rose. "Go play with them, just don't learn from them. Mostly that one." Aden said pointing at Aria. He would then open the door to his room and close it behind him.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Aden, I'm not seven!" Sapphire cries, rubbing tears out of her eyes. She turns and looks at Aria and Rose, who look at eachother and then back away. They didn't know what to do with Aden's sister. They didn't even know she existed until a few seconds ago. Sapphire turns and begins bashing on Aden's door. "He's dead, isn't he! He is! And who are they?" Sapphire cries. The two Sakuya princesses back away slowly.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden grits his teeth from inside the room before opening it and grabbing her am. He then forcefully drags her to the room where his father was and kicked it open. "See! Hes just resting! Our father can't be dead, hes too strong to be dead! It may look like it, but..... I know hes just resting. He will wake up any minute and say that was a good nap! Now lets leave him alone and let him rest!" Aden shouted at her before storming off clenching his fist.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "How could you be so mean!?" Sapphire screams out, crawling up to her father. She gently grabs his hand, crying onto his arm. "D-Dad? Daddy? King? Daddy?" She sobs, quivering, her tears spilling onto the man's arm. "Dad, wake up! Wake up!" She screams. Rose and Aria both watch her, looking sympathetic.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Aden just stays silent outside the room, before all of a sudden Sol begins moving again and looks at Sapphire smiling. "Good nap." he spoke which proceeded to make Aden burst back into the room looking at Sol. "F-father?" Aden asked before Sol looked up to see Aden shedding a few tears and shook his head at both his children. "You two are the children of a proud strong country! We do not cry in the face of fear! We stand our ground and strike back! Now back to your rooms! I want you to think about this!" Sol said even standing as he had that same presence which made Aden nod rapidly before grabbing his sister and rushing both of them off to their room. And when they were both gone the man collasped on the ground again while Sinoa raised from the ground. "Like I said, when I possess the dead I know their thoughts and how they were in life. So when I know that giving them a will for a brief moment is easy enough. It is however very strainful." Sinoa said as she sat down and looked at the two sisters. "This will remain our secret of course. I intend to make it so they think their dad is simply traveling the world."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Y-Yes, sure." Rose says. Aria just nods. "Right. For the good of them." She adds in. Both of them were staring at Sol. Aria chuckles to herself. "You basically just made him ground his son and daughter. [i]You were sorry for me! How dare you be sorry for your father! Go to your rooms! You're grounded for mourning your father!" Rose' face goes pale. "Aria, what if that happened to us!" She says. Sapphire was ecstatic with happiness that her father was alive again, bounding around her room, whooping. She heard the guard outside of her door groan, and she giggled. "Come on, the king is alive! Be happy!" She says, opening the door to peer at the man. "Now, go take a break!" She says, giving him a light shove away from the door.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "If thats how you want to think about it, then by all means. I see it as them noting their fathers endless strength to defy death and continue on living." Sinoa said as she sunk back into the ground and the father would then stand up and walk to Aden's room where he would open the door and stare at his son. "Pathetic. A son of mine and you shed tears over the thought of me dying? You need to be strong in the face of danger, and with me stepping down so I can travel the world. You need to be strong for this kingdom. I don't want to hear any disgraces about Legel on my travels son." Sol said as Aden nodded in reply and closed the door. He then walked to his daughters room and opened her door. "How my sweet little angel? Did I look that bad?? Then you would hate to see the other guy." Sol said with a grin as he kneeled down and held his arms out. "Well? What have I taught you? Always strike when someones guard is open."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire almost leaps onto her father, hugging him tightly as she fought back the tears. "I thought you were dead. You weren't moving. They told me that the doctors couldn't fix you up." She says, her voice broken. "Okay, yeah, that too." Aria replies, smiling as she turns to her sister. "Seriously, that's a nice thing for her to do." Rose nods in agreement with her sister. "Otherwise Aden and..." Rose realized she didn't know the name of his sister, "His sister would be mourning for a long time."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oof! Well you became stronger. thats my girl." Sol said stroking his daughters hair. "Oh our doctors couldn't tell a fatal injury from a cut. But this made me realize something. You and your brother rely too much on me, so I'm abdicating my rights as king and I put your brother in charge. So while I'm gone, you need to be a strong princess and listen to your brother. I need you to support your brother, can you do that for your daddy?" Sol asked smiling down at her.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Yes! Of course I can, dad! I can!" She sighs. "I can, as long as I'm allowed full privileges. The guards always tell me that I'm not allowed in places, and stuff. I can't exactly help my brother if I'm not allowed to go into certain places." Sapphire sighs, cuddling her father. "And also, I'm fifteen, not seven." She giggles.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I guess dad has troubles letting go of his little girl leash. You are correct, you are almost an adult. So I will allow your request. Do note though, this means you will have to be the adult you are becoming. This means going along with whatever your brother chooses." Sol said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "Now I expect to hear good news from you two. Make me proud." Sol said as he walked out of her room and outside. He then got on a horse and looked at his kingdom before riding away, and about twenty miles out of the kingdoms view is where the man fell off the horse and fell on the ground where he sunk into it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire watches as her father leaves, and then exits her room, walking to her brother's room. She knocks, and then enters. "Aden, did you hear what dad said? You're in charge of the kingdom while he travels." She says, a big smile on her face. "And I have rights to do whatever I want now, without restrictions." Sapphire giggles and smiles at her brother.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Yeah I heard, and that's why I will continue what he started. And that's by disposing of the kingdom that tried to take our father. But I may be more lenient now. I will allow some of them to live." Aden stated before laying down in his bed. Shortly after Sinoa came walking through the room and collapsed on the bed beside him. Instantly asleep Aden looked at her then at Sapphire. "Oh yeah.. This is my soon to be wife. Which would make her your sister in law. I would tell you to say hi, but I think shes unconscious."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire nods. "Okay. I'm going to go and look around places I wasn't allowed to before. See ya!" She says, before she exits his room and begins to walk away, Rose catching the door before it closes. "So, what now?" Rose asks, taking note that Sinoa had fallen asleep. "What are we going to do now?" Rose cocks her head, tail fluttering slightly. She wished that Sinoa wasn't there, so she could talk to Aden about the day they had kissed, but that didn't seem to be the case.</s>
<\|description\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sakuya Age: 36 Gender: Female Appearance: Jennifer is fit, and she looks more eighteen than thirty-six. She has long, flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Has the ability to fly using her wings, and she can manipulate fire. Key Information: Jennifer is one of the youngest queens in the land. She rose to her title by being one of the nicest people in her kingdom, and was the closest relative to the original queen, who died of old age. She had her daughter, Rose, with a man she met and loved, but sadly that man was murdered. The culprit was executed, and Zariana was left to care for Rose on her own. During the war, she kept Rose inside the castle walls and stayed peaceful with all of the other kingdoms. Personality: A kind person, Jennifer is a very nice queen. She cares a lot for her kingdom, Sakuya, but she cares even more for her daughter, Princess Rose, and will do a lot to protect her. Any extra features: Jennifer has phoenix wings and the ability to summon fire at will. Other: I shall 'sneak to peek'. Name: Princess Rose Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Her wolf tail is white and she has a very light gray coat of fur when she is transformed into a wolf. Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Good Skills / Spells (No OP things): Rose can transform into a wolf, and has a wolf tail and wolf ears. She is surprisingly good with a bow. She is also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Key Information: Rose Anetta was born with only her mother, Queen Jennifer. She didn't know what had happened to her father, but tried to ignore it. She learned of the wars raging on, and she desperately wanted out, despite her mother telling her to stay in, and the guards not letting her out of the main gate because of it. Rose usually snook outside for a small amount of time, and got back in before anyone noticed she was gone. Rose desperately wanted to go out on a long journey, and explore. Personality: Rose is kind, good and upset really easily. There are times she can get annoyed, frustrated or stiff. Any extra features: A white wolf tail and wolf ears. Other: Sneak to peek. Name: Princess Aria Anetta Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Sakuya Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Aria carries around a giant bastard sword, and is excellent in swordplay. Having lived in the north of Sakuya, she has developed the ability to take down huge enemies, and win many fights, both physical and chugging alcohol. Key Information: Aria had moved to the north at a very young age, however she often tours the entire kingdom, staying in places for days, weeks or even months before she moves on. Many guards and soldiers look up to her amazing strength. Personality: To be roleplayed Any extra features: She has a pink fox tail and fox ears (seen in appearance). Other: N/A Legel Name: Sapphire Hawke Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Allegiance (What kingdom you are in): Legel (princess) Alignment (Like good, evil etc): Neutral Skills / Spells (No OP things): Sapphire is good with light armour, and short swords Key Information: To Be RPed Personality: To Be RPed Any extra features: N/A Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire almost leaps onto her father, hugging him tightly as she fought back the tears. "I thought you were dead. You weren't moving. They told me that the doctors couldn't fix you up." She says, her voice broken. "Okay, yeah, that too." Aria replies, smiling as she turns to her sister. "Seriously, that's a nice thing for her to do." Rose nods in agreement with her sister. "Otherwise Aden and..." Rose realized she didn't know the name of his sister, "His sister would be mourning for a long time."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oof! Well you became stronger. thats my girl." Sol said stroking his daughters hair. "Oh our doctors couldn't tell a fatal injury from a cut. But this made me realize something. You and your brother rely too much on me, so I'm abdicating my rights as king and I put your brother in charge. So while I'm gone, you need to be a strong princess and listen to your brother. I need you to support your brother, can you do that for your daddy?" Sol asked smiling down at her.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "Yes! Of course I can, dad! I can!" She sighs. "I can, as long as I'm allowed full privileges. The guards always tell me that I'm not allowed in places, and stuff. I can't exactly help my brother if I'm not allowed to go into certain places." Sapphire sighs, cuddling her father. "And also, I'm fifteen, not seven." She giggles.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I guess dad has troubles letting go of his little girl leash. You are correct, you are almost an adult. So I will allow your request. Do note though, this means you will have to be the adult you are becoming. This means going along with whatever your brother chooses." Sol said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "Now I expect to hear good news from you two. Make me proud." Sol said as he walked out of her room and outside. He then got on a horse and looked at his kingdom before riding away, and about twenty miles out of the kingdoms view is where the man fell off the horse and fell on the ground where he sunk into it.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire watches as her father leaves, and then exits her room, walking to her brother's room. She knocks, and then enters. "Aden, did you hear what dad said? You're in charge of the kingdom while he travels." She says, a big smile on her face. "And I have rights to do whatever I want now, without restrictions." Sapphire giggles and smiles at her brother.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Yeah I heard, and that's why I will continue what he started. And that's by disposing of the kingdom that tried to take our father. But I may be more lenient now. I will allow some of them to live." Aden stated before laying down in his bed. Shortly after Sinoa came walking through the room and collapsed on the bed beside him. Instantly asleep Aden looked at her then at Sapphire. "Oh yeah.. This is my soon to be wife. Which would make her your sister in law. I would tell you to say hi, but I think shes unconscious."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire nods. "Okay. I'm going to go and look around places I wasn't allowed to before. See ya!" She says, before she exits his room and begins to walk away, Rose catching the door before it closes. "So, what now?" Rose asks, taking note that Sinoa had fallen asleep. "What are we going to do now?" Rose cocks her head, tail fluttering slightly. She wished that Sinoa wasn't there, so she could talk to Aden about the day they had kissed, but that didn't seem to be the case.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "I don't know, whatever you two usually do on a daily basis. We simply ahve to wait until Sieg gets bac-" And before he could finish Sieg came walking in and rubbed the back of his head. "So do I get a raise? Cause I shit you not, they were at the port when I got there." Sieg said in which Aden looked at him funnily. "They?" He said which made Sieg nod as two people entered his room. A man with six swords and a normal looking female. "Aden correct? I am Nuko, prince of Cedia and this is my sister Mia. We heard what happened. And with your rash father gone and no longer declaring war on everyone. We felt we could reestablish our alliance our kingdoms once had." Nuko stated as he stared at Aden who stared back. "With you? Sure, but I plan on destroying Aluxaria." Aden proclaimed which made tilt his head. "Are they the only one?" Nuko asked which Aden nodded too. "Then we will help, but under one condition. We get bigger shares of the land once its conquered." Nuko asked which made Aden nod. "Fair enough, I planned on giving the kingdoms that helped the land anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose stared at the two for a moment, blinking, and then she turned back to Aden. "You never told us about the share of lands, Aden." She says, crossing her arms with a friendly smirk. Rose turns to the prince and princess of Cedia, and bows her head slightly. "Rose, princess of Sakuya." She says, telling the new pair who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Oh maybe that's cause you sass me." Aden said which made Nuko chuckle. "We know who you are, your mother always tries to charm her way into free alcohol." He said while Sinoa rose up and so did an Orc out of the ground. "I'm trying to sleep, please have discussion where sleeping people aren't located within a stepping distance. Sinoa said kissing Aden on the cheek before the orc then grabbed him and everyone else and dragged them outside. "That would be Sinoa princess of Chaoria and future queen on Legel." Aden said as the orc sank back into the ground but not before winking at Rose and doing an Orc laugh. "...... Anyway, lets go to the meeting room. We need to plan how we will go about the attacks." Aden said as he walked towards the destination.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Rose' face goes red, and she rolls her eyes, beginning to follow Aden to the meeting room. "Are you sure that it's not Aria trying to charm her way into alcohol?" Aria sees them, and jogs over, following. "Where are we going?" She asks, and is answered by Rose telling her they were going to the meeting room. Sapphire was already in the meeting room, looking around. It was one of the places she was not allowed in until now, because it was 'not the place for a child'.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke Sieg tagged along with them and as they were all in the meeting room, Aden looked at the war map laid on the table, then at Sapphire and motioned for her to join them. "Since Cedia has the biggest fleets out of all of us. it'd be wiser for you to attack by the sea than on land. Thats what the Legel troops are best in, as for Sakuya they are tricky with their different types of soldiers. Luckily it aint a defense battle or else Rose would fall apart under the pressure. And well I think only Sinoa will be joining from Chaoria's side. But that will be enough. Thoughts so far?" Aden asked</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Sapphire takes a seat next to her brother, and relaxes as her brother begins to speak to them. Aria and Rose both take seats. "We could send a flight of dragons over their fleets. There is a chance of them intercepting, however the dragons do not rely on the winds for speed. They could go right past." Aria says. Rose agrees with her through a single nod. Sapphire presumes they were talking about a battle of some sort.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "Were fighting magic users though. You might lose a lot of dragons with such a thing. Besides dragons are more for intimidation. If Aria over there can kill one by herself then they aren't that grand." Aden said, while Nuko raised his hand. "Does Sakuya have any wind magic users? If so we could have some of them BOARD OUR SHIP and defend against magic with magic." Nuko suggested while Mia rose her hand. "What if we tricked them into thinking we were there to help them and then backstab them?" She suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "We could do that," Rose agrees, nodding. Aria shakes her head, however. "Would they really think we are here to help, showing up with such a giant fleet, somehow knowing they were under attack without having received a message about it?" She makes gestures as she explains her point. Sapphire kicks her feet about under her chair, listening innocently.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke "And that Sakuya princess is where we say something that may upset the Legel king here and you." Mia said, as she stood up and pointed at the map. "Legel and Sakuya would for a few weeks combat Aluxaria's forces, Aluxaria would take note that Chaoria will not help and with two kingdoms attacking them, will send a message to our father for help. We will then accept the request and come to their aid, we will have to make it believable at first, but then we will backstab them and send them into confusion. Then its a simple elimination. No survivors." Mia said sitting back down while Aden looked at his little sister. "Well? Your thoughts?"</s> <\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta "That's a long time to be fighting," Rose says, crossing her arms over her chestplate. Sapphire looks up at her brother with innocent eyes. "I don't know! I'm not in for all that fighting and wars and stuff!" She says, tilting her head to the side. "You and dad were the ones who always ranted on about making wars and sh-," Sapphire pauses before she swears. "Just, I don't know." Giving a chuckle, Aria looks to Sapphire. "Not allowed to swear, are we?" She asks, which makes Sapphire pout.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Hawke It is I agree, but its to effectively wipe them out. Sure we can just join in at the start, but then causalities would be much higher on all our three sides. I figure this way would be the easiest for all three of us. Besides Aluxaria's queen hates to lose, so when she on the back-rope shes of course going to resort to calling in for help from the only people she can. Us." Mia said, which Aden looked at his sisters cluelessness and sighed. "Up to Sakuya's leaders. Im fine with this plan."</s>	<\|message\|>Queen Jennifer Anetta Aria and Rose look to eachother, and then lean close, talking quietly among themselves. After about a minute or two of talking to eachother, they then pull away from eachother, and look back at Aden. "We agree," Aria says, "However this will be of the southern armies of Sakuya. The north shall be left out." She says. Rose bows her head slightly. "Aria doesn't want to fracture her own 'area' of the kingdom. It's... Not really her area, however it has been whispered among people that the north is hers, as she spends a lot of time up there. Ultimately, it's up to the rulers of the south what happens in the north, as we are a whole kingdom, but," Rose shrugs. "We let them do what they want. Responsibly."</s>
<\|description\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Appearance Description: A handsome man by anyone's standards, Juan Ramiro stands at 5'10" and weighs around 160 pounds. His eyes are pale blue and disarming, but with a gleam of mischief, like the dull curtain of a soft, persistent rain -- and the rainbow left in its wake. His hair is chocolate-brown, messy, coming down just to his ears. Juan has a strong physique, though not overly muscular. His attire of choice is a black, high-end suit, three-piece, with the jacket replaced by a black leather one. When outside, he dons a pair of black sunglasses, and will not go anywhere without his father's old watch on his left wrist. Nickname: El Tiburón -- "The Shark" Age: 29 Gender: Male Nationality: Mexican Role: Con/Fence Personality: Juan is a man of many faces: an opportunistic trait many con-men acquire. Or, perhaps, it is these men who find their way to a life of crime, and not the other way around. For his friends -- and he does not have many genuine ones -- Juan is lighthearted and witty. He was born with the knack to talk, and has used that to get out of many a hostile situation. When faced with stress, he is the first to try to diffuse the situation, believing stress to be "a vulgar and unnecessary habit". However, his life has not been without trauma, and Juan did not come out unscathed. He has killed, and sinned in many a way, and there are moments when he grows quiet and distant. But he buries it, and moves on. Biography: Juan Ramiro Medina was born in Mexico City, and lived in the town of Teoloyucan, Mexico until he was 20. His father, Manuel, was a firefighter, and his mother -- Teresa -- a waitress. his little sister, Gabriela, was born two years later, and the family lived a modest life in a small, one-story ranch on the outskirts of town. Despite his family's situation, Juan immediately stuck out in public school. He was nearly always the brightest child in each of his classes, and excelled specifically in mathematics. His other major talent was that he was a fantastic speaker, often being the one to mediate any situation (and occasionally, the one to talk his way out of a detention or two). All signs pointed to Juan having a bright, legitimate and successful future. However, fate was not on his side, as an explosion took both of his parents' lives one afternoon at their house. Seventeen year old Juan and fifteen year old Gabriela were both at school. When they learned of their parents' death, they were told it was an accident -- that the likely cause was ignition of the gas in the stove. Juan was skeptical, but kept these feelings to himself, not wanting to worry his sister. He moved into an apartment and began to raise his sister by himself. Quickly, however, he realized he could not manage to live on a part-time job's salary, and dropped out of school his senior year. The potential employers, however, were not looking for high school dropouts, and Juan took to a life of crime. For a while, he traversed the streets of Mexico City running short-cons and pickpocketing. But by the time he was twenty, his skills grew to include basic forgery and identity theft. After his sister graduated, twenty year-old Juan decided he would pursue larger targets. Though he now lived comfortably in Teoloyucan, he could not imagine the wealth he would obtain in the United States. His destination, after much deliberation, ended up being the City of Angels - Los Angeles. Once in L.A., Juan found himself making more money than he knew what to do with. At first, much of it he sent back to Gabriela, but he still could afford many luxuries. luxuries he had never before even witnessed in Mexico. He worked solo for a few years, doing jobs for employers that needed something stolen. He was always careful to make sure there was no trail to lead back to him or his clients. "Anonymity," he once quipped, "is just about as important to me as my appearance." However, he joined up with a larger crew to work a big job, and ended up sticking with them for a period of three years. They became his family, a surrogate for his dead parents and distant sister. Together, the crew made a fortune. And then, unknowingly, they robbed from the Columbian Cartel. Everything else went down so fast: one of their crew turned on them, tipped the Cartel off, gunned them down. For the second time, Juan's family had died. This time, it was no accident. Only he and one other managed to make it out alive. After that he liquidated what assets he could -- not much -- and left L.A. for greener pastures. He was initially hesitant to join a new crew, but found strength in numbers and skill, and cautiously signed up. Equipment: When able, Juan carries a silenced Beretta 92A1 handgun and a Smith & Wesson executive foldable blade. He has a high-tech card reader for skimming credit cards and other critical belongings Relationships: Werner Coetzee: "Werner has it all figured out, and I respect that. I've known him longer than the rest and, as different as we are, I know that I can trust him to get a job done and done right." Angelo Ortega: "Angelo? The kid's in a rough spot, and it isn't particularly healthy. I mean, I'm no stranger to the drink, but sooner or later he's gonna burn out on those psychedelics. At least he doesn't let it get in the way of the job -- I thank him for that. I suppose the best I can do is be there for him if he thinks he's gonna break." James Stewart: "James is a good man. A friend. It's been a long time since I could call anyone that, really, but he deserves the title. His skills are invaluable, and I've had the opportunity to work closely with him on jobs involving falsifying identities and the like." Charlotte Chambers: "There are times when I want to strangle Charlotte. And there are times when I think I might be in love. She's a grim reminder of someone I doubt I'll ever see again, and she gives Cons like me a run for our money. I trust her, sure: in a good crew you need to, for better or for worse. I'll sort my feelings out later: We've got jobs to do in the meantime." Mike Hudson: "Mike's a total mystery. He walks a fine line between serenity and explosive rage; a line I didn't even know existed. I think there's conflict behind those eyes, but he hides it like a pro. Anyway, it's not like I'm worried he'll snap during a job: I trust him to separate the personal from the criminal. But we can only hold so much in for so long before it gets to be too much. I've learned that lesson, maybe." Jim Stark: "One of these day's Jim's gonna get fired up and literally explode from the anger. Shit, Mike and I'll have to spend weeks trying to find another gun guy. In the meantime, Jim's rants are mainly just breaths of hot whiskey-tinged air. It's tolerable, really, considering his value to the crew. I think his heart's in the right place, too. It might be a bit smaller that everyone else's, but.. Yeah, definitely in the right place." Alexander Mauk: "Mauk is shady, but valuable. He gives us contracts, specs, and other goodies; in exchange, he gets a decent cut of the profits. It'd sure be nice to meet the man who's been helping me pull heists for over a year, though." Miscellanous: Juan's sister, Gabriela, still lives in Mexico and is unaware of his criminal activities. She's a schoolteacher, an innocent, and Juan does his best to shelter her from his life. Theme Song: Over The Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin</s> <\|message\|>Werner Coetzee Financial Consultant Firm? Fuck. Werner wasn't even sure if he could spell his new "occupation", let alone act like he knew his shit. Even better, Werner was sure he wasn't dressed for the part; slim-fitting jeans, high top tennis shoes, and a heavy parka didn't exactly scream wealth. On top of that, his lean physique, ragged scars, and numerous tattoos further suggested he had no place in an office environment. The mechanic did know, however, the importance of remaining forgettable when working in a city and on the job. In similar past situations, the driver clung onto another member of the crew and let them do the talking, usually Charlotte or James; with Charlotte, everyone's eyes would lose focus on him and stray to the beauty at his side, and James could easily manage all of the office workers with his smooth accent and intelligence. Jim, well, he was a reliable guy, but not the most… Mild-mannered member of the crew. "What's happening Bratwurst?" Werner heard as the Scot entered his car, and couldn't help but chuckle at the greeting. The driver didn't really know his own ethnic background. His mother didn't say much about it, and he didn't know a damn thing about his father, so Werner just stuck with American. But German was as good as any, he supposed. "Not much Jim. Trying not to freeze," he replied with a slight grin. The mechanic heard a light squeak in the back seat and was going to chalk it up to the leather seats had it not been for the rotten smell that followed. "Agh, come on, I know its a stolen car, but show a little respect," Werner scolded as he cracked the windows using control panel on the steering wheel, letting in a gust of fresh air. He wasn't sure why he treated all his stolen cars so gently; they always ended up at a chop shop or in the hands of a crooked used car salesman, sold for a fraction of the car's worth. Keeping a hot car after a bank robbery was a great way to end up behind bars. Especially when you paint the fucking grim reaper on the hood, Werner thought, his mind turning to Angelo. The kid was a decent driver, sure, but Werner wasn't sure he had much common sense. It was only a matter of time, Werner figured, before some beat cop recognized the car and hauled the driver off to prison, or worse, pumped a couple rounds into his chest. The mechanic was just glad he wasn't in Angelos' car. Werner knew the exact location Juan mentioned; it was right next to the Fifth Third Bank. He pulled out onto the street and made his way for their new base of operations just as traffic began to clear. The stockbrokers and bankers finally rolled out of bed and got into the office, which was great timing for them; maybe the crew could slip into the office relatively unnoticed. The city still made Werner uneasy. It was so compact, and whereas LA expanded horizontally, the City of Broad Shoulders stretched straight up; the streets were tight, and every skyscraper leaned over you, barely letting in any natural light. He quickly familiarized himself with the area surrounding the office. To the west was the Chicago River and a retractable bridge, two one way roads extended north and south. West was certainly their best option if they needed to escape, leading into the more hectic part of the city. Juan mentioned he didn't know the details of the job, but this didn't concern Werner too much. Juan always took care of them, and as for their mysterious associate Alex, well… He'd been reliable so far. This news, however, didn't sit well with Jim, who let out a flurry of insults. Werner remained quiet and rolled up the windows and turned the radio on, which started playing "Don't Stop Me Now," helping to distort anything those outside the car might hear the Scot scream. As Jim grew louder and louder, Werner adjusted the radio's volume accordingly. Just as Freddy Mercury was about to inform listeners what to do if they wanted a good time, Jim's tirade ended and Werner pulled into the office's parking lot. "We're here."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega thank you" Angelo said to charlotte when she said it was a nice ride, honestly Angelo put pride in his ride and made it look as badass as possible. As Angelo drove he heard Charlotte ask where he was taking them so Angelo remembered what he could which was the address and were going to an office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard, What I heard was also to act like rich assholes not just regular ones Angelo said laughing a little at him acting like a billionaire car owner or some shit like that. honestly it was just funny thinking Angelo would be rich. Angelo thought as he got their and parked the car in a space and he waited for his passengers to get out first cause once Angelo leaves the car he wont be as macho as before and wont pass as any asshole rich or otherwise.</s>	<\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan raised an eyebrow and thoroughly refrained from getting worked up, as Jim had one of his infamous explosions. It wasn't the first time he'd heard a dig at his country, sure wouldn't be the last. Perhaps Jim got so angry because he had thought Juan to be the leader -- and thus an uninformed one, with the con's last remark. He wondered how many of the others thought the same thing. Still, some of his remarked irked him just a bit. "Jim, when we first hit that art gallery a year back, we were just seven crooks. We were desperate and broke. There was no ringleader, we were all in the dark. When one of us found a job, we all jumped at the chance," he said. "Nothing's fucking changed, besides we're a little richer and a little closer. We've dug a little deeper into our goddamn graves. But this is a job -- it's a cut for each one of us, another check for you to blow on booze, or women, or whatever. You trusted the work then, we all did. So when Alex told me he had a job for us in Chicago, I packed my bags and I took the first flight from Monaco. We are all equals on death row, my friend. I am not the 'boss', I am a con. And nothing's changed." Werner turned the radio up, and Juan sat in silence for the rest of the trip. By the time the car stopped, he had reverted back to his usual demeanor. The building's lobby was pretty plain, and a single receptionist was the room's only occupant. She sat behind a computer, a middle-aged lady with a nametag which read "Deborah". Juan entered through the door and immediately smiled at the woman, walking casually up to the desk. When he spoke, his accent was gone -- replaced by a soft American tone. In his white tee and leather jacket, he looked like the poster child for the States. "Hello there! Sorry to bother you, but my firm's just moved into the building. I believe I emailed the building's owner about getting security badges for my employees. Seven in all, though I'm hoping we'll expand soon with the new location," he gave another sweet, disarming smile. The lady returned it, and produced the badges from her desk. Juan found his -- Toby DeCosta, Global Trust Finances. He found the ones for Jim, James and Werner, and left the other three for Angelo's group to grab. With a nod to the others in his group, he thanked the receptionist and called the elevator.</s>
<\|description\|>Mike Hudson Appearance Description: Mike has a height of 6'1" and weight of 216 lbs. He has black and short hair, dark brown eyes and an athletic constitution. He has no scars, piercings, tattoos or any other distinctive signs. Mike likes to dress casually. You'll never see him in a suit or anything that resembles that. He also likes to wear clothes that he feels confortable in, ignoring fashion trends or stuff like that. Nickname: Mikey, Atlas(his underground fighting nickname) Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: English-American Role: The Heavy Gunner Personality: Mike is a quiet person that dosen't talk much and when he usually does, he likes to go straight to the point. He can be quite hateful sometimes and can even lose his temper if the right buttons are pushed. Aside from that he's pretty calm. A gentle giant. He has a taste for violence and when he starts dealing it, it becomes hard for him to stop. He hates knives, saying that they create too much of a mess, preffering firearms, knuckledusters or even the plain old fists and kicks. Behind his rough and tough guy image however, lies a good person, loyal to his friends and to the team, that will never abuse a woman and that likes to go for a drink with his friends. This image however...he keeps only for himself and those that know him for a long time. Whenever he does anything he likes to follow his heart and not his brain. Biography: Mike's mother was an imigrant from Birmingham, England. She came to the United States seeking a better life. She married an american, a daredevil, performing dangerous stunts on a dirt bike for an audience. Eventually the man died after performing a really dangerous stunt that even his own crew told him to reconsider. After his father's death, Mike and his mother struggled to earn a decent existence and to live a normal life, but it was hard without a man in the family, so Mike did his best to fit that role and helped his mother with anything he could. At the age of 17 he enlisted in the US Marine Corps passing all the steps and successfully becoming one. This decision however, costed him his relationship with Maria, a cuban-american and Mike's high-school sweet heart. However at just 24 he decided to quit because of continuing problems in his family which he desperately wanted to resolve. There were many attempts to make him reconsider but Mike was unshakeable. Apparently his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and Mike wanted to be there for her, badly. Cancer treatment was expensive and Mike was getting desperate. Eventually, forced by the situation he decided to make money the only way he could. He got involved in the world of underground cage fighting with the nickname Atlas and decided that he won't wait to make money legally and watch as his mother slowly and painfully dies. Mike was an instant hit. He won fight after fight and was very appreciated for his strength, intensity and never back down attitude. Now he also had the money to pay for his mother's cancer treatment, which he did. Almost all of it was going towards that direction with very little remaining for him. At the fights he also met a weapons dealer. Mike and the dealer instantly became friends and Mike started working for him as his assistant, looking after his weapons and always making sue that they are in top shape so the clients can be satisfied. More money came from that direction too. Mike's mother eventually managed to overcome her cancer after years of fighting. There were many times when she felt like giving up but Mike was always there to lift up her spirits and pour money in various treatments. He never told her anything about how he got the all that money he put in her treatment. Now that he didn't had to worry about his mother anymore Mike started concentrating on himself more. He stopped working for the weapons dealer but the two remained friends and keep in contact. He also opened up his own business. A small car shop which, in time, he expanded a little. He still participates in underground fighting but not as often as before. Equipment: Well that depends. In normal everyday life aside from his phone, wallet, home keys and car keys he dosen't carry anything else. He usually leaves the guns at home. Cops can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. When he's on a job he usually carries a .9mm Beretta 92FS as a backup gun and a Vector Arms AK-47 w/ folding stock as his main weapon. Of course he has plenty of other weapons stashed away nicely but these two are the one's he uses the most. Also when on jobs he always covers his face with a black balaclava in order to not be recognised and wears a pair of black leather gloves in order to not leave finger prints in case he touches anything else besides his weapons. He also has some M18 smoke grenades back home, taken from his arms dealer friend. He usually takes one every heist, just in case the team needs to cover up their escape or something. Relationships: Juan Medina: "Aaaah yes, dear ol' Juan. If we'd have a real boss, you know? A mastermind? He's the one i'd definetly vote for the job. He does his best to keep us all in line and always seems to have the right words to say. Max respect to him!" Werner Coetzee: "The guy is a mistery to me. I mean he never talks, he never says anything. Sure i'm a pretty quiet guy too but i'm nothing compared to him. I like the fact that he's straight edge though. He dosen't smoke, he dosen't drink, he dosen't hang out with women. Who does that anymore nowadays? With so much temptation surrounding us. Anyway he's a really nice guy and always wants to be helpful. Plus an excellent driver, he pulled our asses out of the fire many times before. We'd be in prison for the rest of our lives now if it wasn't for him." Angelo Ortega: chuckles for a couple of seconds then he stops "Why do we need two drivers anyway? I mean were just a handfull of men robbing banks and other places with valuables. Do we really need two drivers for that? But whatever. It dosen't take a psychologist to realize that the guy has issues. It's like...two different people in one package. Plus I even saw him take drugs once, I don't know...I think it was LSD. He seems to be good behind the wheel though. But if we were to have one driver and I was supposed to choose between him and Werner, I think i'll go for the quiet guy. At least he dosen't take drugs. I hate drugs!" James Stewart: "I swear to God I love James. If I was a woman I would definetly fall for him!" starts laughing and slaps his right foot with his right hand, stopping after about 5 seconds "With all seriousness though, he's one of those types of people that are very easy to get along with. Usually hackers are kind of arrogant. They think their the best shit since the invention of the wheel, but James is not like that. Also, he does one hell of a job for us behind the monitor, good hackers are hard to find and James has successfully made our jobs 10 times easier so far. And I like the fact that he always does his best to get along with everyone. So yeah...max respect to him too!" Charlotte Chambers: "She is an intelligent woman. I can sense that by the way she talks, acts and all that. She probably graduated some big ass university or something, I don't know. She's a lot like Angelo, two different people in one package. When she's not on a job she's very nice and easy to get along with, but when she's on a job, she transforms into this over-confident, sexy, seductive feline that is hard to pass by. And since most men think with their dicks it's obvious they fall for her and she does a perfect job in handling them too. She's okay in my book!" Jim Stark: "The guy is a loose cannon and no matter what the situation or time of day, he always seems so damn angry. He's defintely not the kind of guy you'd like to meet in a dark alley, if you're a helpless person that is. Which is not my case. Overall I don't trust him very much but I don't let it show. Would I put my life in his hands? No way! I'll keep a close eye on him. If he stabs us in the back, it's gonna be his first and last mistake." Alexander Mauk: "Who? Oooh yeah, the cleaner. Sorry but I really can't say anything about him, I mean, the guy is a ghost, nobody has ever seen him, and quite frankly I don't trust him. Not one bit. I don't like to deal with people who are too scared to show their damn face." Miscellanous: - Mike is an active 2nd amendment supporter, participating at many protests against some measures that the government have been taking in time; - He loves music and listens to it alot. He prefers rock, metal, and a little electronic too; - Mike is a good cook. He loves food, he likes to eat but has a good metabolism and always manages to stay in shape. Theme Song: The Prodigy - Warrior's Dance</s> <\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel. "Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting. "I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo yawned as he kept driving towards the park where he would pick up Mike and Charlotte so they would go and learn what their next job was. Angelo took a few more of his gummies filed with acid then he proceeded to hide them. Last thing he wanted was to share his innocent looking gummy bears and have them tripping balls before the job even started. Angelo did a cool drift into a Parallel park to the entrance of the park and Angelo laugh "still awesome" Angelo said laughing then he honked the horn for them so they could get in, Angelo tried to avoid getting out of his car if he has the option. Angelo then waited for them to get in his car so he could drive to the meeting place...</s>	<\|message\|>Mike Hudson Mike just finished his hotdog and started looking through his smartphone at all the music he downloaded before he got on the plane to Chicago. He made a mistake and lost all of the music he had on his SD card after he changed from his previous phone to this Samsung smartphone that he bought a few days ago. Well James helped him a lot with that too, since Mike wasn't very big on technology. All of it rock and metal, especially KoRn. Mike loved KoRn, he was a big fan. There was also some Prodigy there too. That was the only electronic music that Mike was listening too. The rest of it was pretty much crap, especially that EDM shit. That was really driving him crazy. Anyway as Mike was busy with his new toy, Charlotte arrived as she saluted him with a rather cold tone and passed him by, sitting on a bench and asking him about Angelo. Mike put his smartphone on a pocket and turned around towards Charlotte. "First off, good morning to you too. It looks like someone is having a bad day...or night! Am I right?" Said Mike reffering to Charlotte. "Anyway...I have no idea where Angelo is. Although knowing him he's probably somewhere getting high. If you know what I mean." Said Mike as he crossed his arms and looking at Charlotte sucking off from that electronic piece of crap which by the way was nowhere near healthier then an ordinary cigarrete. But whatever...Charlotte had the right to do whatever she wanted with her body. Then Angelo finally decided to grace them with his presence. And he did it in his usual manner. "Dude you're such a showoff! Let's get out of here. Juan is probably waiting for us." Said Mike after getting inside Angelo's Charger, on the passenger seat.</s>
<\|description\|>Charlotte Chambers Appearance Description Charlotte's height is 6'3", just the same as her mother and grandmother. She doesn't wear heels or any kind of shoes, that meant to make the person taller. Her pale, white skin color is common for British people to have; but, she doesn't have red hair or messed up teeth. Many people could even mistake her for being American rather than being British. And she weights around 150 pounds. Nickname The Informant Jewel in the Crown Black Widow Age Twenty-Nine Gender Female Nationality British Role The Temptress Personality Charlotte is an intelligent woman, since she went and graduated from UCLA. She doesn't really make or have friends because of that one event with the boy, that Charlotte had to kill in self-defence. Her cold-hearted attitude would cause many to back away from her, that only appears in between her 'breaks'. But, she changes into a warm-hearted, kind person that many would like to get close by. When she is doing her job, she would try to make you feel like you're the only person in the world. Her supportive and confident in that person would cause them to fall in love with Charlotte. Once she knows that she got closer towards the target, she would end up ruining their lives. Many people, that she has tricked, felt like they were betrayed and that she was just a 'ghost'. She doesn't really have empathy for anyone that she ruined. Biography "You can't always win a man's heart by what's inside; but, you can win his heart and mind by the way you look." Charlotte's mother once said that to her. She was a smart, beautiful British woman within the city of London as she was married to a wealthy man and life was going well. Until, her father was found dead on the bed as her mother wasn't in the house at the time. Reports said that he had died of a heart attack; but in reality, he was poisoned by her mother. The medical examiners didn't know about the selenium in the cup, that killed her husband. The death of the husband got the family rich with the £800,000 life insurance on her father. Her mother decided to not get married again and remember her husband. She became the widow. Of course, she taught her daughter the basic ways of surviving in the real. She told Charlotte three things about the real world: You must be beautiful to get the man's attention, you must be smarter than both sexes, and you must be able to strong. She took her mother's advice to heart for the rest of her life as she used those things in her school. She would often trick men into doing what she wanted to do or wanted to have for them during her preteen years. Then, she went to the parties and used the environment at the parties. She would use the drinks as a way to get the man to hang around Charlotte and then she would go for it. Taking money, valuable things, anything that looked good to sell. She did it for years and never got caught until after she finished school and went to America to attend the University of California in Los Angeles. Things changed at a party one night, where she walked a guy in his room. The guy kept flirting with her until she told him that she was leaving the room, which the guy responded by grabbing her and threw her towards the wall. He shut the door and lock it as he walked towards Charlotte. Charlotte fought back the guy, where she was losing the battle. Until, she saw a knife on top of the kitchen counter and used it to stab her abuser and ran out of the room, screaming her help. When the police arrived, the man was dead with a knife in his neck as he lay on the ground with a pool of blood. She wasn't never charged with murder as she did it in defense. Soon, she graduated from UCLA and moved back to her dying mother. She then told Charlotte about killing her husband as she was lying in her deathbed for cancer. She soon died peacefully and Charlotte lost her mother and money. The only things she had were her clothes, makeup, and some cash. She soon moved back to America with the remaining money spent to get an airplane to New York City. Then, she soon found herself in a group with no money and no place to stay. All she has with her are her look and her purse... Equipment She carries around her purse, when she goes anywhere. Inside the purse, she has makeup, some cash, a pack of smokes, and a SIG Sauer Mosquito with a silencer on it. In her jacket pocket, she has a tiny pocket knife for a feel or protection. She rarely uses it; but when she does, she would go for the killing blow. Relationships Miscellanous Charlotte is trying to make the switch for cigarettes to e-cigarettes, hoping to make her more healthy and then she will try to quit. Theme Song Toxic - Brittary Spears</s> <\|message\|>Juan Ramiro Medina Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel. "Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting. "I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."</s> <\|message\|>Angelo Ortega Angelo yawned as he kept driving towards the park where he would pick up Mike and Charlotte so they would go and learn what their next job was. Angelo took a few more of his gummies filed with acid then he proceeded to hide them. Last thing he wanted was to share his innocent looking gummy bears and have them tripping balls before the job even started. Angelo did a cool drift into a Parallel park to the entrance of the park and Angelo laugh "still awesome" Angelo said laughing then he honked the horn for them so they could get in, Angelo tried to avoid getting out of his car if he has the option. Angelo then waited for them to get in his car so he could drive to the meeting place...</s> <\|message\|>Mike Hudson Mike just finished his hotdog and started looking through his smartphone at all the music he downloaded before he got on the plane to Chicago. He made a mistake and lost all of the music he had on his SD card after he changed from his previous phone to this Samsung smartphone that he bought a few days ago. Well James helped him a lot with that too, since Mike wasn't very big on technology. All of it rock and metal, especially KoRn. Mike loved KoRn, he was a big fan. There was also some Prodigy there too. That was the only electronic music that Mike was listening too. The rest of it was pretty much crap, especially that EDM shit. That was really driving him crazy. Anyway as Mike was busy with his new toy, Charlotte arrived as she saluted him with a rather cold tone and passed him by, sitting on a bench and asking him about Angelo. Mike put his smartphone on a pocket and turned around towards Charlotte. "First off, good morning to you too. It looks like someone is having a bad day...or night! Am I right?" Said Mike reffering to Charlotte. "Anyway...I have no idea where Angelo is. Although knowing him he's probably somewhere getting high. If you know what I mean." Said Mike as he crossed his arms and looking at Charlotte sucking off from that electronic piece of crap which by the way was nowhere near healthier then an ordinary cigarrete. But whatever...Charlotte had the right to do whatever she wanted with her body. Then Angelo finally decided to grace them with his presence. And he did it in his usual manner. "Dude you're such a showoff! Let's get out of here. Juan is probably waiting for us." Said Mike after getting inside Angelo's Charger, on the passenger seat.</s> <\|message\|>Jim Stark Holy shite that's a tidy wee car. I'm sitting here, in this homely overcast weather, when this thing of fucking beauty glides up next to me. Werner, that cheeky Kraut/Yank/whatever the fuck he is boy, was just visible through the stylishly tinted glass. Everything about this car makes the guy seem... important. The sleek, professional body gives us the impression of bankers but the roar of the bastard makes us men. Werner turns to us and gives us a quick wave, nothing more expected from him, and greets us as we cram into the ride. I sit down on that leather and let out a soft wee fart, and it warms my arse right up. The leather which swallows your body like a fucking bean bag shares the fart warmth all about my body and I shiver into a deeper, cosier position. "What's happening, Bratwurst?" I jokingly ask Werner. I wouldn't say we were best mates or any of that shite, but Werner's one of those blokes who don't talk so you can get the last word in. Just perfect. He'll bounce off you once in a while with a comeback and will smirk at a joke when he has to. Not entirely professional, but enough for a blonde broad with big ol' titties to feel bored and unloved. That's when I swoop in and shag her right. "No bother buddy, rich can do. You got a twenty I can borrow or something though because I'm fucking broke!" I holler, laughing my arsehole off. Us Scots are the steengiest fuckers in the world. If anyone can pull of hoarding money, it's fucking me. I run my hands through my hair and rearrange it on my head so it looks presentable instead of my greasy plane-sex-sleep current look. Not that it helps the the greasy plane-sex-sleep look at all, just that I put my fucking paws through it. Juan mentioned that he didn't know anything about the job. I panic, get scared, wonder why we even went this fra if nothing had been arranged. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you telling me you've brought us from sunny sexy Monaco on the Med to this festering cesspit if you and that dozy fucking Alex prick haven't even got anything sorted? We're robbing something, soon, and if I don't fucking know what I'm shooting, I'm gonna be shooting fucking every-fucking-thing! Just because wee taj's like you down in Tacoland steal willy-fucking-nilly doesn't mean us civilised folk do it that way!" I scream, louder and louder at each fucking obscenity. This would be the point I'd walk away at, when I realised that nothing but jail time and gangbang in the shower block are coming for me, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. The fucking car was still moving.</s>	<\|message\|>Charlotte Chambers Charlotte sat on the bench as he heard Mike's annoying voice as usual. She wanted to either shoot his mouth or just kick him in the balls and leave him to cry. But, he is an 'important member of the team' as Juan would of said towards her. She kept smoking on her E-cig as he saw Angelo's car. She heard Mike saying how cool the car was and the stuff you would say to kiss someone's ass. The car was amazing to look at, Charlotte admitted as she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. But, she had to, as she put away her E-cig and walked towards the car. "Nice car, Angelo." she said with a smile towards him as she got inside the car and sat at the back of the car. As she was sitting and waiting for the car to start, she couldn't help but think of the cab driver. Where was he at now? How will his wife find out about the lost money? Will their daughter not get her a gift for her next birthday? So many questions, yet not enough answers to keep up with the questions. She then remembered other people, that she had ruined. Workers, officers, business people, staff members, and even a CEO—thought he could of been a fake; but, she still got his money and information. She realized that she didn't know where they were going. So she asked Angelo the question, "Where are we going to meet the rest?".</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Moans drift across the henge as the gathered planeswalkers wake to a bright morning sun. The bright light burns the eyes at first, though it lessens as the eyes become accustomed to the light. Heads throb throughout the group, perhaps the only thing these planeswalkers share, but no there is another thing that binds them, and they all know it. They are all from the same plane, one that has vanished completely. Who, why, and how this happened is a mystery to the gathered planes walkers. There does't appear to be anyone else around, though the woods are thick not far beyond the henge, so who can say for sure? Mot woke quickly, and wished he hadn't. The throbbing was debilitating and he did his best to push it to the back of his mind and was mostly successful. He listened carefully, but heard little besides the groans of those around him. Carefully, he rose, using part of the henge to steady himself with one hand, while the other made certain the his mask was in place, which it was, and then he pulled the cowl of his cloak up over his head. He shifted his feet, stumbling into the shade of a lentil, sometimes the heavy black cloak was a disadvantage, such as now. The light breeze did little to soothe the stifling heat of radiating from his own cloak and he wondered just how long they'd been laying there. Mot put his back to the stone he was leaning on, his legs still stiff, and gazed across the henge at the gathered plainswalkers. He didn't recognize any of them, but something told him that he could trust them and he didn't doubt it. From the lower branches of a tree not too far away, a goblin peered through heavy foliage, trying to see what lay within the henge, but not daring to move any closer or make a sound lest he draw attention to himself. Instead, after a few moments, it slid around the trunk, and then climbed down the tree, and stole quietly away before those gathered could gather to much of their wits for the throbbing recesses of their minds.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina awoke with a headache throbbing. Ugh, what ever did I do to deserve this? I was trying to heal someone's wounds. Everything went bright. What is this place? Seeing someone else up, she arose slowly, making sure to not make the headache worse. "Excuse me," Photina politely aimed her greeting at the standing male, "do you know where we are?" She notices all of the others around her, all groaning from, supposedly, the same or similar headache Photina had been subject to. She decided on making the best of it by trying to heal them. I don't have the power to heal all these people... At least, not quickly... Pushing away her negative thoughts, she decided to find a small spell to heal the other upstanding planeswalker. She took a second to remember a grassy forest she had visited when she learned to heal using nature's power. She minorly healed the standing planeswalker and rested. That took too much energy after having just awoken, but kept herself from falling over. Photina stretched her wings out and tried to fly, but was too sore to get more than half an inch off the ground before being unable to continue from fatigue. With that, Photina decided to start walking, slowly, towards the standing planeswalker.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria awoke with a jolt. Without thinking she shot a spell of lightning into the air above her. It struck one of the stones of the hedge and bounced harmlessly but threateningly to another. The stone was not harmed but blackened by the heat. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She rose to her knees while holding her head. She was dizzy and confused. While she had been drinking recently, She knew she had not drank enough for this. As her managed to obtain her balance, she looked around her. Spotting several beings were around her. Varying in race and make. Friends or Foe it mattered little to her. Two were awake, more asleep. The two awake had the advantage over her. The fact displeased her. Victoria stood up on her feet and takes a few steps back away from any nearest person. She watched and observed everything and everyone around her. Her left hand pulled her white cloak over her while her right rested comfortably on her dagger.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman. Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back. Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa the Chaotic Resurgent Wakie Wakie, Eggs and Bacy She had been particularly enjoying a good nap beneath the soothing warmth of the sun until lightning crackled and broke through the air directly into the mountainside beneath her. Sharply, a pair of ruby red draconic eyes would open as the vertical pupils narrowed upon the source. From a distance, she could easily grasp the fact that the gathered group was ill at ease, and displeased with what had happened to them. So was she, this agonizing headache wasn't helping any. Aside that, the Dragon spread the magnificence that was her wings wide as she dove from the cliff top. With a monstrous size that rivaled the mountainside that she had leapt from, as she got closer, the draconic plainswalker swiftly shrunk into a humanoid state. Even though the crown of her being, two long horns from her crown emblazoned in gold and sweeping back into the maddening thickness of her red hair, still very much remained. The mark of her species, her pride in being who and what she was. Sweeping the translucent cloak of crimson behind her, the Dragon strode to curiously watch the two others who had woken sort out their difference. If they would sort them out at all, that is.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina noticed the bolt, but merely flinched. The headache and fatigue was wearing on her reflexes as well. She turned to the caster, noticing the man's intent in speaking, and joined him, saying "aye, dear. If we meant harm, we would have already been inflicting it. I'm a healer anyway. Do you have any wounds needing to be tended to? It would take but a few seconds to conjur the mana needed to heal you. As a show of good faith, I shall greet first. Now," turning so that either 'walker was to either of her sides, and raising her hands in surrender, but remembering an open field where she learned of the Samite people, who were very apt healers, so she could summon one "I have a healer I can summon. My name is Photina, and I am a travelling healer of sorts. Known in some parts as 'The Kind Stranger'. I'm going to summon my healer now." Lowering herself to the ground, she touched it, creating a circle which contained part of a plain on the ground. One of the Samite people appeared in a shower of light, to which the portal closed. "Sir, please prevent damage from the lass over there, please." The healer nodded back to her. "He cannot directly heal wounds, but can prevent them. I'm summoning him as a guard for your protection as a benevolent sign." The angelically ascended woman then smiled warmly at the female, with a hint of wariness, purely due to uncertainty.</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora, The Chains of the Sea With a bang, Fiora woke from the ground and stood up, silently looked at the others in the room, definitely being planeswalkers but it didn't matter at the moment as she needed to assess her situation. The painful throbbing in her head can wait for latter, as she pulled her cloak over her head and then pulled a scarf to cover the majority of her face leaving only her eyes to be seen. She although being merfolk, her time on land she had grown adapted to the modesty of the races that had lived on the land, adopting some of the clothing to make her look less of a sore-thumb. She looked at her 'companions' as she silently observed them, deeming that two of them were at least decent enough to trust, especially the Healer. The Dragoness was an intimidating individual but in a match of smart and wits she could probably win, but she wouldn't chance that and either way the girl was on her side for now. Then there was the problem of the two shady individuals who she knew could never be up to any good, and placed a mental note to keep her guard up. With nothing better to do, she closed her eyes, before she gently pulled in the strings of energy that she could feel pulling in the light that touched everything in its kingdom and water from nearby that she wished she could disappear in. She took her time collecting the energy of the land that was unfamiliar to her, recognizing the feel of the energy of this plane before casting her spell. The space around her hardening before a barrier was formed that would protect her from damage, and friendly fire... Feeling decent enough she let her guard down slightly for the mean time and watched the other planeswalker interact with each other, keeping to herself. Force Bubble - Fiora</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot looked around and realized that things weren't going to get started all on they're lonesome. So he pushed himself off the stone he'd been leaning on and began the introductions. Most call me Dread Cultist Mot. Whatever I was before today, I stand now changed. I seek to regain the plane that was taken from us, or if that should fail, to take recompense from the fool that stole it from us. I will use whatever force, tact, or scheme is necessary to achieve my goal. I do not ask you to follow me, or even to work with me, only that you would not stand in my way. I have no wish to cause any harm to any of you, the only beings left of the plane I call home. Will anyone here stand between me and my goal?</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina turned to the one calling himself the 'Dread Cultist'. "Nay sir, I would only seek to aid anyone who wishes to regain a place we had in common, yet lost. I would join you. I also wish for my home plane back. I wish no one harm, less they threaten to harm any ally of mine." Photina looked around, checking for hostilities betwixt those gathered tween the stones. Then, focussing intensely, she then remembered an island she knew of that had to be crossed by four miles or so of natural grass-seas, with not but a handful of trees to be seen. It was there that she remembers the call of the birds. After taking a dozen or so seconds to backtrack to the island in memory, Photina summoned four birds to scout in the local area. "These birds will help us see things. They will report back to us and we can find a path to travel on after that." The birds flew in four, seemingly cardinal, directions. Scouting almost a mile in each direction. This summoning truly drained Photina to the point of almost collapsing. With that, she sat down instead. "So what are the names of you all?" the healer politely inquired, adding "I know you now, Sir Mot."</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Impudence Passively, the Dragon watched onward as the tensions grew. It was rather remarkable to watch, the inherent conflict that seemed to rise with those of differing opinion. Even of those differences themselves seemed to inconsequential. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased when others summoned defenses and the like out of supposed good faith between one another. If one were in good faith, then defenses wouldn't need to exist in the first place, just like how she had not summoned a single minion in the myriad that had occurred. Yet once one summoned birds that took to the heavens for the purpose of scouting their surroundings, the Dragon understood the wisdom of such. Like the other, she too summoned a quartet of birds, though these were far different than the other's. Within the splendor of their plumage, there was all the colors of the world as they took to the sky. Sweeping in the halves of the direction that the polarities of the other had not, their concise eyes searched the sky and ground alike. Then she saw him, through the eyes of one bird she saw a lurking shadow. One who was stealthily doing their best to sneak away, yet once the feathered creature she controlled caught him with their avian eyes, they did not lose them. "Grand." The dragon spoke softly, yet the presence of her voice seemed to reverberate through the air. Down to the very souls and bones of every plainswalker that stood nearby. "Your squabbling has allowed someone to observe us and try to sneak away, mortals." She then uttered scathingly, as the skies above seemed to darken and rumble ominously with foreboding thunder. The crimson core of her eyes seemed alight with fire as she strode away from them, until they heard him long before they saw him. "Come to me, my little broodling. You know your purpose." Jagged lightning arced through the blackness of the clouds as the Dragon continued to walk towards the forest line where the man had fled. Behind her, from atop the mountains, massive talons shredded stone as a large blackened form plunged through the blackness of the thunderstorm clouds. With a savage, monstrous roar that caused the heavens and earth to shudder, a Hellkite with lightning seeming to crackle from it's wicked looking maw swept over the plainswalkers as it tore across the skies towards its objective. Trees were collapsed and crushed as the monstrous Dragon landed upon the ground, causing it to shudder as it came to stand intimidatingly before Grud. A roar that caused even more trees to snap and shatter as lightning arced through them and across the ground in front of the peculiar man who had tried to steal away undetected. Not long after the creature landed, he would hear a voice behind him. Grand, powerful, and magnificent all the same. A voice that belied a much larger and terrifying form as she calmly spoke to him. "What brings you here, mortal? Why do you trouble me with your meager presence?"</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was at a loss for words when she heard "Your squabbling has allowed someone to observe us and try to sneak away, mortals." Thinking that this was no group purposefully put together, the angel responded "Madam, we are not yet collecti-" at that point, thunder silenced her. She saw as the previously silent being summoned a large draconic creature from over a distant mountain. Photina had no words. The summoned beast swooped over and seemed to be targeted on something in the distance. The only report Photina got back from her birds were that there were movements in the bushes around the stone circles. "Sir Mot, do you have any idea where we are to go? I see she" motioning to the lady who had summoned the draconic being "has found something of interest in that direction. Do you wish to follow suit or would you prefer another way?"</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara It really did not Victoria the answer this Mot gave. He failed to answer the only question that mattered: Who took the plane? Anyone that powerful needed to be dealt with. They threatened the natural order of things. How they did it? Why? These were the questions that Victoria was thirsty to know. And she wanted as much blood as possible to find out the answers. She could tell the masked man before her was not one to give answers freely. She might have said something more to the man but the dragoness took her attention. The dragon had summoned another being. Unlike the angel, this one looked like it could do some damage. Her actions evoked the self-righteous anger she learned on the plains as a youth. This dragon had just attacked a person with out provocation. Maybe things were different in the eyes of the dragon, but being looked at by another is not a cause worth killing for. "What in Grixis are you doing, Dragon? You have the audacity to attack a bystander of the plane without cause? You are just begin to being a hornet's nest down on our head. I have no reason to be associated with you. Acting for the whole group here was not asked for." Victoria said anger. She prepared herself for a fight with the dragon. She could not allow the dragon to kill without cause. She might have no moral compass but this gave planeswalkers a bad name.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin Grud cowered as the very forest around him shook and gave way to a massive being. He scrambled backwards, until he heard another voice behind him. Turning he saw the source of the voice, though it seemed much to small to be the source, but it clearly wasn't afraid of the dragon behind him. Grud didn't understand a single word spoken to him, whether out of fright or ignorance, is not immediately apparent. Dread Cultist Mot Well... that wasn't entirely surprising, considering that a dragon had landed not far from where a lightning bolt had risen from the ground to the mountain above, being observed was a thing that was highly likely. He only wondered if there were others observing, and guessing that even if there were none now, there would be more soon. Speaking to the angel beside him, he reluctantly followed the dragon and the feisty little girl. He had to give her that much, few could stand up to a dragon, and she was certainly confident in her ability to handle herself. As much as I would like to leave those two behind, I do not have a clear understanding of where we are, and I suspect that following along will answer that question more quickly than any other path. So for now, let us remain one group, however divided our loyalties may be. Mot wondered what the Mermaid thought about all of it, but she had remained quite silent and aloof of the proceedings. As he thought of her, he remembered the first time he'd met a merfolk, and the Island on which it happened. As Mot mooved the summoned Gatewarden buzzed through the air just over head, it's hair thickening into writhing strands, as he enchanted her with Aspect of Gorgon. He wanted to be ready for whatever attention the dragon's ... blatantly overt actions had drawn. He also took a moment to review his inventory of spells readied, and noticed he had an abundance of sorceries, but a distinct lack of creatures to attack with. That could be problematic.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was awestruck. "Miss, was that all really necessary? Destroying all summoned and wild creatures about you as such is dangerous with allies." Her tone was not harsh, nor angry. She was more curious than anything. What gain does this dragoness gain by taking out allied creatures as well as foes? Does she mean well to us, or should we take cover from her? Photina stayed calm and polite, but readied a blocking spell if needed. She noticed that another planeswalker had been using lightning that hit two of the creatures. Of course, this was before the dragoness killed most every creature anywhere near her. That was a pretty impressive spell. Photina couldn't help but compliment the lass' skill. A little reckless, though. Had Photina had warning of the lass' attempts, she could have protected the lass with a shield of some sort. Oh, well. Nothing can be done now.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot was moderately annoyed with the dragon's casual display of power, not because it destroyed his creatures as effectively as it killed the rats, minions often had to pay the price of serving a dangerous master and this was no different. The extra attention that would be gathered though, that bothered him. He hated being put into the focus of another, and he felt even now that others were watching. He sighed, why couldn't they just go about their business discretely? Oh well, for better or for worse he'd cast his lot, though whether or not he remained with this motley group remained to be seen. Mot stood quietly, enjoying the memories of an old swamp, burned by natural fires, and drew upon it's energies to better prepare himself for whatever was still watching. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Teysa was the obvious target, walking through the carnage with pride. The goblin tribe she sought, aimed for her first, fearing the same fate as the rats, but encouraged by their leader and his two wizards. Suddenly the sound of a rhythmless rattle erupts from a thicket of brambles off to the party's left, while nine separate sparks streak towards Teysa (nine instances of 1 damage, from various sources, being dealt directly to Teysa). A howling goblin bursts from the hedge, followed closely by a small horde of other very angry goblins (18 goblins coming out of the hedge altogether). They split up choosing targets apparently at random (rolled a d6 for each attacker, and just went down the list of players in order of their application). Dread Cultist Mot, the first up in the list, is being attacked by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brawler, and a Goblin Brigand. Thanks to Teysa's little stunt his defenses are gone and he suffers several injuries as he tries to defend himself. Next up is the Black Angel, and she faces a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brigand, and the Goblin Bushwhacker. The Kind Stranger, is less fortunate, and faces three Goblin Arsonists, a Goblin Berserker, and a Goblin Brawler. Her wall still stands, however, the rattling noises necessitate that a second creature joins the wall before they can block any of her opponents. The Chaotic Resurgent, is also being attacked, but only by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Arsonist, and a Goblin Berserker. The Chains of the Sea, is being attacked by a single Goblin Brigand. The remaining Bloodcrazed Goblin and two Goblin Berserkers trip and fall as they attempt to cross the charred remains of the rats. Teysa, and other sufficiently experienced planeswalkers, might recognize that many of the attacking Goblins would not be felled by an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, this was a special bunch alright. The leader was likely to know the information Teysa sought, and she might be tempted to assume the Goblin Bushwhacker led the group, but that assumption would quickly dissipate as she saw how resilient and strong these goblins were. The true leader hid within the hedge with the goblins that had shot Teysa, only moments ago. * Each character effectively has a life total of 30. * All of the attacking goblins have the following enhancement: +2/+3 * All remaining goblins, except the leader, have this enhancement: +1/+3 * The Goblin Cheiftan only has a +0/+2 enhancement. * Goblin War Drums and Goblin Caves are active. * Charcter's health cannot be reduced to less than 0, at 0 the character becomes unconscious. * Technicalities, including those listed above, may be ignored with GM/CO-GM's permission, usually done to progress the plot.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria had paused her Summoning spell to watch mizzium mortars devastate the vermin. It was a beautiful display of lethal prowess, however it lacked the personal touch that Victoria would have liked. When the goblins erupted and attacked, Victoria finished her summoning. She called forth her Deathpact Angel. The black winged angel dove from on high swinging a beautiful golden scythe. Much to Victoria's surprise, her angel missed the nimble goblin bushwacker. She drew her knife to try to protect herself. She was able to disarm the bloodcrazed goblin before her angel recovered and returned to protect her master. Togather Victoria and her angel finished off the bloodcrazed goblin. She took the hits from the other two. Hp remaining: 20</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Seeing the on-rush of goblins in her direction, Photina decided to activate the blocking spell, Healing Leaves, on herself as she had readied in accord with her innate bird summoning ability to buy her some time while she gathered the mana necessary to call the four birds to help protect her. She looks around at all the others fighting and realized that this might be it. I have no adequate defences. I know of none strong enough to effectively destroy these foul creatures. Aye, this may be my end. Then I must protect others, once I can reduce my own threat. With a surge of energy from the many plains she has travelled (plains as in fields, not planes) to summon Orim, one of her closest advisors in the art of healing. By the time the goblins got to Orim and Photina, Orim managed to use a spell of his own to add some extra blocking power to the summoned bird, who, along with Orim herself, jumped in front of the Arsonist, since the goblins' music was making them charging harder than normal. Orim was immediately slain, being charred and sent flying past the arsonist. The bird somehow survived this barrage from the arsonist, who shot a ball of flame as he died at the bird, killing it. The other two goblins had no problem reaching Photina as she had no defences left. Now, on to help others. HP: 25 (3 damage blocked by Healing Leaves) Loyalty points: 4 (still. None gained nor expended)</s>
<\|description\|>Photina Alias: The Kind Stranger Age: 20 Race: Angel (creature race) Class: Sage (uses staves to heal) Appearance: Photina stands at 5'10" and is relatively slim. She wears an ocean blue-green robe with a white cloth wrapped around her waist. She has a thin face with blue eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, so they can look anywhere from ice blue to leaf green. Sometimes, the golden ring is a visible entity on they iris, appearing as though Photina has two irises, one gold and one blue. Her hair is a bleached white color, trailing down to her shoulders, but usually kept up in a neat ponytail. Mana colors: White/Blue/Green Role: Defender - uses spells to summon weak tokens, buffs/debuffs, and healing to allied forces. Personality: Photina is the kindest woman, taught to treat each creature with care and kindness. She is also the most skeptical woman you'll meet. Being nice doesn't mean to ignore the intentions of those you meet. Photina will start off being respectful, but not helpful immediately. She will help anyone who needs aid, but she must be sure that they actually need aid and are not trying to decieve her. Theme song: Avant la Tempete Spell list: (counting the double-sided ones as 2 spells each) Beck//Call Supply//Demand Artful Dodge Absorb Bant Charm Heal the Scars Healing Leaves Orim, Samite Healer Samite Healer Healer's Headdress APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Seeing the on-rush of goblins in her direction, Photina decided to activate the blocking spell, Healing Leaves, on herself as she had readied in accord with her innate bird summoning ability to buy her some time while she gathered the mana necessary to call the four birds to help protect her. She looks around at all the others fighting and realized that this might be it. I have no adequate defences. I know of none strong enough to effectively destroy these foul creatures. Aye, this may be my end. Then I must protect others, once I can reduce my own threat. With a surge of energy from the many plains she has travelled (plains as in fields, not planes) to summon Orim, one of her closest advisors in the art of healing. By the time the goblins got to Orim and Photina, Orim managed to use a spell of his own to add some extra blocking power to the summoned bird, who, along with Orim herself, jumped in front of the Arsonist, since the goblins' music was making them charging harder than normal. Orim was immediately slain, being charred and sent flying past the arsonist. The bird somehow survived this barrage from the arsonist, who shot a ball of flame as he died at the bird, killing it. The other two goblins had no problem reaching Photina as she had no defences left. Now, on to help others. HP: 25 (3 damage blocked by Healing Leaves) Loyalty points: 4 (still. None gained nor expended)</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria growled as she rammed her dagger deep into the soft spot under the jaw of the goblin brigand when it tried to back away to ready another attack. The Deathpact Angel swiftly beheaded the goblin bushwhacker that was harassing Victoria at the same time. Victoria looked at her goblin as it squirmed, "I am getting tired of wasting energy on your kind. Your death is sweet..." Victoria grabbed the goblin's skull, "But you are just making me mad." She tossed the goblin aside as and let it die from blood loss. No longer in immediate danger, Victoria scanned the battlefield. She saw that the dragoness had reverted to her natural state. She was torching everything in sight. Fortunately, the dragon killed the goblins that stumbled over the rat corpse. Victoria noticed the merfolk made movement to protect Mot. That was perfectly alright with her. Of all the planeswalkers gathered here, only Mot seemed to be able to rival her. The dragon might be trouble, but the dragon seemed tame when not provoked. What caught Victoria's attention as she gazed across the battlefield with lethal intent was the danger the Angel girl was in. Victoria pulled mana from some of the blackest regions of the multiverse. From the very swamps in which Victoria first lost herself, her ideals, her own name. In anger, she raised her hand and cast her dark spell. A haunting moan of a undead cut through the air. As the spell resolved, two undead zombies appeared around angel, Photina. Together they struck down one of the goblins harassing her. The goblin was startled to badly that the undead appearing before it to do effectivly attack back. Victoria's DeathPact Angel swooped in and took out the other one for Photina. Victoria was too far for her creatures to defend her, but Photina was protected for now. Fiora's wall of denial defended Mot long enough for Teysa's flames to scorch the goblins to death. The wall was damaged but not destroyed. As the last of the Goblins died a horrible burning deaths, the air grew silent. However, Goblins were not the only thing that observing the battlefield. The ground shook as footsteps echoed across what remained of the jungle. Bursting through a pair of dragon-scorched trees, A massive beast emerges (30/30 Deathbringer Thoctar). Spikes bulged out from beneath heavy armor plating. It roared threateningly to the planeswalker. Victoria was surprised to see the beast appear. This creature smelt of the undead. It must have been nearby when the battle started, called to the sweet scent of death. Victoria called out to Photina, "Hey, Angel. I recall you saying your name was Photina. I, Victoria Ultimara, Have need of your healing gifts. I am out of mana, but I have a plan. Keep me alive while I complete the summoning." Victoria began her summoning. Her two undead clawed at their throats and chests and collapsed as the animus was pulled from their bodies. The Deathpact angel also collapsed in pain as life was rudely pulled from its body. As a great portal opened up above Victoria, she coughed up blood and her skin broke leaking fresh blood down her left arm. Out of the Portal, The Demon of Death's Gate climbs out. Being among the most powerful creature on the battlefield, It took up a stance to fight the Deathbringer Thoctar. Life remaining: 14 loyalty: 3</s> <\|message\|>Marcellus Marcellus- Unbreakable Guardian The sound of chaos and combat reached Marcellus' ears as he wandered through the jungle. He'd found himself on a different plane that day, his previous home having been torn asunder by some force he could not recall. And as he attempted to map his way through the underbrush in which he found himself, he heard a series of cries, clashes, and death throes, as well as the noise of two, no... three great beasts crashing through the undergrowth. Those noises meant someone, somewhere was fighting nearby- and that meant multiple things in and of itself. Were they friendly? Had others survived and been transported here, like him? Or was this a part of this new world? Either way, it sounded as though somebody was in trouble. And that was reason enough for him to step in. With a muttering and a call to the coasts of the land he once knew, a blue field formed around the Knight and took shape, forming a spectral drake around him. With a flap of the translucent wings he was airborne, flying toward the sounds as quickly as he could. "Whoa... That is a BIG Deathbringer..." As he came upon the scene of carnage, a few things were made clear to Marcellus at once; firstly, that there were several individuals that seemed to be allied against the Deathbringer. Secondly, that all of them seemed to be foreign to the world. And thirdly, one of them was an Angel. The same sort of Angel, in fact, that he once called his comrades. And that dragon... it couldn't be HER, could it? Either way, these people were definitely not from this world, and were definitely in need of some help. So, without further ado, he folded the Drake Umbra's wings and plummeted to the ground, landing just to the side of the Demon of Death's Gate. "Sorry to intrude..." he said as he landed, "But it looks as though you could use a hand." Not long after he landed, an ethereal soldier spawned at the front next to him, sword drawn, and ready for battle! 30 Life 7 Loyalty Drake Umbra -> Marcellus (+3/+3, Flying) Unbroken Soldier summoned (1/1, Red/White/Blue)</s>	<\|message\|>Photina Photina hears the female who called herself Victoria call to her, asking for assistance. As she looked over to respond, Victoria was taking damage from her own summoning. Seeing an enemy start to cast its own spell, Photina quickly countered, pulling the spell's essence from the enemy caster, converting it into healing energy, and sent it to Victoria to help her wounds. "I apologize for the lack of health I could supplement, for I tend to nullify more damage than I heal. I will gladly keep you from getting hurt further." At that moment, Photina used another one of her memorized spells, sending a small protective aura to Victoria, which then bounced off the female and to her own creature. She readied the rest of her mana to regenerate the previously sacrificed Deathpact Angel, adding more defences, or damage, to Victoria's arsenal. Panting, Photina says "that is all I can do for now. I will ready more protection for you as soon as I can." Photina HP: 25 Loyalty: 5 Absorb's effect: Victoria's HP 14 -> 17 Heal the Scars regenerated Deathpact Angel</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them. He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe. Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head. "You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here." She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. "The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood." Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue. "Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria watched the dragoness masquerade as the goblin's god. It was insulting to watch. Even if the goblin believed in gods, there are no gods in this multiverse. Those so called gods of Theros are only powerful beings and they use their powers only to amuse themselves. For this dragon to claim the divinity of a god was blasphemy that was insulting to Victoria. Regardless she remained silent. If her feelings would take the best of her, she would not survive the repercussions. She might be able to take the dragon but not if every planeswalker here rises to the dragoness' defense. She bite her lip to keep from speaking and drew her dagger playfully. She flipped it in her hand. She swallowed her anger enough to make her think sharper. She began to become honestly interested where this interrogation would lead them.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud looked at the second woman to address him and tried to understand what she asked, but was interrupted by the goddess' request. He Turned and pointed, quickly scurrying off in the indicated direction. He disappeared in the low brush, but didn't move very fast so keeping up by sound and the sight of moving branches was easy enough. And then he suddenly stopped, or rather was stopped, as the brush around him erupted in a flurry of rapid movement and high-pitched squeaks. When the group caught up to him, he lay buried beneath a pile of feasting rats. None of which seemed to pleased at the intrusion of yet more beings. With one last squeal they surged forward towards the group. Mot, content to walk in the middle of the group, sent forth his summoned Gatewarden, and two just summoned Deathcult Rouges to hold off the swarm while until the others could gather their defenses, or plan their attack, as each being must choose. They met the rats, and held them , though more rats were coming and it was obvious that these three defenders wouldn't last long despite the gatewardens's apparent ability to kill with a touch.</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed before her hand swept forth, casting a spell before a Wall was summoned. It was combined with blue and white mana to create a 'Wall of Denial'. It was a study thing and would definitely hold off several of these rats but against the whole lot, it would easily fall. All she could do was buy time, and so from the air she tapped into its energy. Weaving and stringing along the blue mana that was there, turning it into blue chains that flew into the rats. It had only been able to stop a few due to their petite size but her spell were mostly effective on a single person that was bigger. Since her blue spell was useless against this amount of opponents, she saved her excess mana and began to focus collecting the white mana for her next spells. Wall of Denial - (0,8) - Defending Force Bubble - 0/4 - Fiora</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria saw the rats and laughed as they devoured the little goblin. It was a good death and a funny way to go. She would not have imagined the goblin dying in such a manner. Honestly, She imagined she would cause the goblins demise herself. Maybe incineration or exploding from the inside out. Now, that opportunity was never going to happen. As the rats rushed towards her and the group, She summoned up mana to herself. She refined the mana into a bolt of electricity like when she first awake on this world. The lightining struck the nearest rat then bounced wildly towards another. Both rats breathed their last. The thrill of the kill brought a smile to her face. It was a shame, these rats were not smart enough to understand what death was. Its bliss, its terror, nor its dark majesty. Victoria knew what she could do, not only for the fight against these vermin but to impress the group. She began to draw mana into herself and began a summoning incantation.</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Smoothly keeping pace with the little pest as it scuttled onward towards the brink of what she hoped might have been a possible sort of clue that would help her discern exactly where she was. Oddly, the others followed, some of them fumingly towards her even; but the Dragoness didn't care in the least. She was not one to bend like a mewling quim to the fury of others. She had never been such, in fact. Nor would she ever be. Yet once the goblin was suddenly devoured by a horde of ill-tempered rats, she clicked her tongue annoyingly. So much for a hopeful source of information, and passively she watched on as others summoned defenses and the like. Standing back, as the four colorful birds she possessed still seemed to float and hang about her form with their beautiful hues of rainbow feathers, she decided to take action at long last. In the distance, it began with a spark. With an overloading sense of red magic that ruptured through the air, falling stars seemed to collapse from the heavens by the hundreds as the fields of rats bore down upon them all. In a destructive cacophony of an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, hell itself seemed to tear skyward as shockwaves shook the very foundations of the earth. All around them, those that were not her creatures were either likely heavily damaged or completely incinerated in the wrathful display of a Dragon's prowess. Perhaps she had gone a little overkill, but it was simply about efficiency. Never once had she sworn fealty or loyalty to this group, she owed them nothing; just like how they owed nothing to her. Striding through the field of dead and incinerated, anything that twitched in its weakened state would find a crackling bolt of lightning to aptly finish them off. Yet in spite of the gore and chaotic horror that lay before her, she smiled. The scent of burning and charred flesh reminded her of home. After all, Dragons were certainly not known for their mercy.</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Smoothly keeping pace with the little pest as it scuttled onward towards the brink of what she hoped might have been a possible sort of clue that would help her discern exactly where she was. Oddly, the others followed, some of them fumingly towards her even; but the Dragoness didn't care in the least. She was not one to bend like a mewling quim to the fury of others. She had never been such, in fact. Nor would she ever be. Yet once the goblin was suddenly devoured by a horde of ill-tempered rats, she clicked her tongue annoyingly. So much for a hopeful source of information, and passively she watched on as others summoned defenses and the like. Standing back, as the four colorful birds she possessed still seemed to float and hang about her form with their beautiful hues of rainbow feathers, she decided to take action at long last. In the distance, it began with a spark. With an overloading sense of red magic that ruptured through the air, falling stars seemed to collapse from the heavens by the hundreds as the fields of rats bore down upon them all. In a destructive cacophony of an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, hell itself seemed to tear skyward as shockwaves shook the very foundations of the earth. All around them, those that were not her creatures were either likely heavily damaged or completely incinerated in the wrathful display of a Dragon's prowess. Perhaps she had gone a little overkill, but it was simply about efficiency. Never once had she sworn fealty or loyalty to this group, she owed them nothing; just like how they owed nothing to her. Striding through the field of dead and incinerated, anything that twitched in its weakened state would find a crackling bolt of lightning to aptly finish them off. Yet in spite of the gore and chaotic horror that lay before her, she smiled. The scent of burning and charred flesh reminded her of home. After all, Dragons were certainly not known for their mercy.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina was awestruck. "Miss, was that all really necessary? Destroying all summoned and wild creatures about you as such is dangerous with allies." Her tone was not harsh, nor angry. She was more curious than anything. What gain does this dragoness gain by taking out allied creatures as well as foes? Does she mean well to us, or should we take cover from her? Photina stayed calm and polite, but readied a blocking spell if needed. She noticed that another planeswalker had been using lightning that hit two of the creatures. Of course, this was before the dragoness killed most every creature anywhere near her. That was a pretty impressive spell. Photina couldn't help but compliment the lass' skill. A little reckless, though. Had Photina had warning of the lass' attempts, she could have protected the lass with a shield of some sort. Oh, well. Nothing can be done now.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Mot was moderately annoyed with the dragon's casual display of power, not because it destroyed his creatures as effectively as it killed the rats, minions often had to pay the price of serving a dangerous master and this was no different. The extra attention that would be gathered though, that bothered him. He hated being put into the focus of another, and he felt even now that others were watching. He sighed, why couldn't they just go about their business discretely? Oh well, for better or for worse he'd cast his lot, though whether or not he remained with this motley group remained to be seen. Mot stood quietly, enjoying the memories of an old swamp, burned by natural fires, and drew upon it's energies to better prepare himself for whatever was still watching. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Teysa was the obvious target, walking through the carnage with pride. The goblin tribe she sought, aimed for her first, fearing the same fate as the rats, but encouraged by their leader and his two wizards. Suddenly the sound of a rhythmless rattle erupts from a thicket of brambles off to the party's left, while nine separate sparks streak towards Teysa (nine instances of 1 damage, from various sources, being dealt directly to Teysa). A howling goblin bursts from the hedge, followed closely by a small horde of other very angry goblins (18 goblins coming out of the hedge altogether). They split up choosing targets apparently at random (rolled a d6 for each attacker, and just went down the list of players in order of their application). Dread Cultist Mot, the first up in the list, is being attacked by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brawler, and a Goblin Brigand. Thanks to Teysa's little stunt his defenses are gone and he suffers several injuries as he tries to defend himself. Next up is the Black Angel, and she faces a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Brigand, and the Goblin Bushwhacker. The Kind Stranger, is less fortunate, and faces three Goblin Arsonists, a Goblin Berserker, and a Goblin Brawler. Her wall still stands, however, the rattling noises necessitate that a second creature joins the wall before they can block any of her opponents. The Chaotic Resurgent, is also being attacked, but only by a Bloodcrazed Goblin, a Goblin Arsonist, and a Goblin Berserker. The Chains of the Sea, is being attacked by a single Goblin Brigand. The remaining Bloodcrazed Goblin and two Goblin Berserkers trip and fall as they attempt to cross the charred remains of the rats. Teysa, and other sufficiently experienced planeswalkers, might recognize that many of the attacking Goblins would not be felled by an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, this was a special bunch alright. The leader was likely to know the information Teysa sought, and she might be tempted to assume the Goblin Bushwhacker led the group, but that assumption would quickly dissipate as she saw how resilient and strong these goblins were. The true leader hid within the hedge with the goblins that had shot Teysa, only moments ago. * Each character effectively has a life total of 30. * All of the attacking goblins have the following enhancement: +2/+3 * All remaining goblins, except the leader, have this enhancement: +1/+3 * The Goblin Cheiftan only has a +0/+2 enhancement. * Goblin War Drums and Goblin Caves are active. * Charcter's health cannot be reduced to less than 0, at 0 the character becomes unconscious. * Technicalities, including those listed above, may be ignored with GM/CO-GM's permission, usually done to progress the plot.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria had paused her Summoning spell to watch mizzium mortars devastate the vermin. It was a beautiful display of lethal prowess, however it lacked the personal touch that Victoria would have liked. When the goblins erupted and attacked, Victoria finished her summoning. She called forth her Deathpact Angel. The black winged angel dove from on high swinging a beautiful golden scythe. Much to Victoria's surprise, her angel missed the nimble goblin bushwacker. She drew her knife to try to protect herself. She was able to disarm the bloodcrazed goblin before her angel recovered and returned to protect her master. Togather Victoria and her angel finished off the bloodcrazed goblin. She took the hits from the other two. Hp remaining: 20</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora looked at her target, a charging goblin and a single one. Thankfully that was all that was opposing her so with a snap of her fingers, the Goblin which was opposing her was consumed in a bright blue glow. It fell to the ground, petrified and lying on the ground motionless. Hard and solid, the crystallized creature would be no problem for her any more. She smiled at the goblin which shown sadness to it, the enchantment would sooner or latter disappear and the thing would walk once more when this ended. She would not harm a harmless creature now and left it to support her allies that were in trouble/ Mustering the mana available to her, her hands shot forward to the Dread Cultist's opponents. Freezing the Bloodcrazed Goblin, solidifying it turning the creature to a statue. It fell to the ground like her previous target for the spell and the creature would be rendered helpless as well as useless to the battle as well. "You should summon a creature really, I will help you for now" Fiora said blocking one of the opposing goblins with her and the wall she had summoned. The goblin she was blocking would most likely hit the wall first before her. Along with the protective bubble around her she wouldn't take much damage if the goblin got through somehow. The Cultist should had enough time to summon a creature without much interruption as, only a single enemy remained unoccupied for him to handle. [Active] Wall of Denial -> 0,8 [Equipped]Force Bubble -> Fiora [Casted] Crystallization x2 -> Goblin Brigand & Bloodcrazed Goblin</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little. What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side. Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance. Needless to say, Teysa was not amused. "You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back. They could feel it. Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view. With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all. Teysa has Transformed into her 5/5 Dragon State, and used the Blood Rush effect from a Ghor Clan Rampager. Effectively making her a 9/9 With Haste, Trample, and Double Strike. Loyalty Counters: 3 The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact. Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget. "You will all BURN." With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within. Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.</s>
<\|description\|>Teysa Alias: The Chaotic Resurgent Age: 1,256 Years. Race: Dragon Class: Sage Appearance: (Humanoid appearance transformation in foreground, Draconic State in Background) Mana Colors: Red/Green Role: Conjurer / Fast Strike Personality: As much as her alias might create a fearsome image, Teysa is much more known for being one who is kind and benevolent. Defending nature and those who are weak with the rapid fire pace of the spells she uses. Relentlessly offensive, she can be absolutely monstrous with the recklessness she has grown to become infamous for. Theme Song: Til' the Love Runs Out Spell List: Green: Birds of Paradise - 0/1 Mana Generator Elvish Mystic - 1/1 Mana Generator Tarmogoyf - /1 Effect Skinshifter - 1/1 with Varying Effects Red: Lightning Bolt - 3 Damage Mizzium Mortars - 4 Damage w/ Overload Effect Vexing Devil - 4/3 w/ Effect Thundermaw Hellkite - 5/5 w/ Haste & Effect Mixed Colors: Boggart Ram Gang - 3/3 w/ Haste and Wither Burning Tree Emissary - 2/2 That gives one red and green mana when summoned Armed/Dangerous - Gives +1/+1 and Double Strike and/or Taunt Ghor Clan Rampager - 4/4 with Trample, or Blood Rush that gives +4/+4 and Trample APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Marcellus Marcellus- Unbreakable Guardian The sound of chaos and combat reached Marcellus' ears as he wandered through the jungle. He'd found himself on a different plane that day, his previous home having been torn asunder by some force he could not recall. And as he attempted to map his way through the underbrush in which he found himself, he heard a series of cries, clashes, and death throes, as well as the noise of two, no... three great beasts crashing through the undergrowth. Those noises meant someone, somewhere was fighting nearby- and that meant multiple things in and of itself. Were they friendly? Had others survived and been transported here, like him? Or was this a part of this new world? Either way, it sounded as though somebody was in trouble. And that was reason enough for him to step in. With a muttering and a call to the coasts of the land he once knew, a blue field formed around the Knight and took shape, forming a spectral drake around him. With a flap of the translucent wings he was airborne, flying toward the sounds as quickly as he could. "Whoa... That is a BIG Deathbringer..." As he came upon the scene of carnage, a few things were made clear to Marcellus at once; firstly, that there were several individuals that seemed to be allied against the Deathbringer. Secondly, that all of them seemed to be foreign to the world. And thirdly, one of them was an Angel. The same sort of Angel, in fact, that he once called his comrades. And that dragon... it couldn't be HER, could it? Either way, these people were definitely not from this world, and were definitely in need of some help. So, without further ado, he folded the Drake Umbra's wings and plummeted to the ground, landing just to the side of the Demon of Death's Gate. "Sorry to intrude..." he said as he landed, "But it looks as though you could use a hand." Not long after he landed, an ethereal soldier spawned at the front next to him, sword drawn, and ready for battle! 30 Life 7 Loyalty Drake Umbra -> Marcellus (+3/+3, Flying) Unbroken Soldier summoned (1/1, Red/White/Blue)</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina hears the female who called herself Victoria call to her, asking for assistance. As she looked over to respond, Victoria was taking damage from her own summoning. Seeing an enemy start to cast its own spell, Photina quickly countered, pulling the spell's essence from the enemy caster, converting it into healing energy, and sent it to Victoria to help her wounds. "I apologize for the lack of health I could supplement, for I tend to nullify more damage than I heal. I will gladly keep you from getting hurt further." At that moment, Photina used another one of her memorized spells, sending a small protective aura to Victoria, which then bounced off the female and to her own creature. She readied the rest of her mana to regenerate the previously sacrificed Deathpact Angel, adding more defences, or damage, to Victoria's arsenal. Panting, Photina says "that is all I can do for now. I will ready more protection for you as soon as I can." Photina HP: 25 Loyalty: 5 Absorb's effect: Victoria's HP 14 -> 17 Heal the Scars regenerated Deathpact Angel</s> <\|message\|>Fiora - Sylvanas, The Forest Defender - A large groan could be heard as a large beast around the size of intimidating 7 feet could be seen coming to the battlefield, and dragging along it was two tiny cute little saplings that following it mindlessly. The large tree seemed friendly to most of the group however, gave the dragon girl a deathly stare knowing that a glamour was disguising her true form. However, it sensed a greater threat at the moment, which was the Zombie Beast that was surprising in power as it had never seen one as strong as this one in a long time. So wasting no time, the great tree pulled forth the nearby mana and the remaining green mana that was available from the burned vegetation and shot forth a spell. With a thunderous clap, a there was two large walls, one being significantly larger that one of them, as it started glowing. The smaller wall of the duo was an Overgrown Battlement while the larger one was a Tree of Redemption, which was swelling with light. Its branches twisted and turned spreading out dramatically as its sturdiness at a glance was obvious. While the less wall intertwined and melded with the large tree supporting the branches and structure of the thing overall. Despite it using its mana, the Tree Creature would not rest and it would have no problem using its own magical abilities as it opened it mouth but nothing could be heard for the others. At least for them, as tiny pieces of grass began to sprout from the stone with some effort and began futilely wrapping the large creature with its tiny vines. More or less being a tiny annoyance to the beast of that size as the tiny vines would not hold back the strength of the undead beast. With the tiny vines slowly wrapping the beast's legs, the tree clasped its hands before another sapling fell to the ground have three of the baby forest seeds near the tree glowing with its older sibling using their minor magicks to support Sylvanas while also reinforcing the Overgrown Battlement negating some damage if it took some. If the beast did attack Slyvanas it would go through the two erected walls, first taking down the supporting Battlement before having to go again against the Redemption Tree. -Casted- Overgrown Battlement (0,4 - Defender - Negate 2 points of Damage) Tree of Redemption (0,13 - Defender) (Loyalty +3) Sapling (0,2) -On Battlefield- Sapling x2 (0,2) -Stats- 30 HP (+2 from Sapling) 6 Loyalty (+3 Planeswalker Ability) --- Fiora, Chains of the Sea Fiora tapped into her herself before a circle of blue light enveloped before before dissipating, extending her hands chains flew from her hands, surrounding the beast and clasping the monstrous thing down to the ground for the moment. It would not be able to attack, defend or even use any of its special powers while these chains where holding it down. Restricting the beast movement, rendering it defensive and offensive capabilities near useless for the moment she had her magic around it. Then piercing her concentrating was a monsterous groan... 'Was that another monster we will have to deal with? I can only hold this one off at the moment...' She thought to herself, as she maintained the chains maintained on the undead creature. It was fighting against her but she was managing to hold the thing down, and from the side of her eyes she saw the monstrous tree thing was on their side, as it summoned forth impressive creatures that green mana was know for but it seemed it focused on defensive more than offensive. She then gave a little gasp as she saw tiny vine surround the beast as well helping her secure down the beast but it seemed to do little good as the vines were small and weren't suited for this mountainous region. So until her allies could do anything else, she and the tree were for the most part rendering the beast harmless for the meanwhile. Buying time and single spells were her specialty, and having a single powerful beast like this was her area that she dominated. Holding the thing off was all she can do until the rest of the group thought of something to destroy the large monstrous beast. -Casted- Planeswalker Enchantment -> Deathbringer Thoctar (+1 Loyalty - No Attack/Block/Activated Abilities) -Battlefield- Wall of Denial - 0,4? [Equiped - Fiora] Force Bubble -Stats- 30 HP 4 Loyalty (+1 Planewalker Ability)</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara The Deathbringer Thoctar roared in anger as it fought against the magical prison that Fiora had conjured up around it. The effort of Fiora had impressed Victoria, it looked to her that someone had finally done something useful. Everyone had been so defensive. Victoria almost had to switch to a more defensive strategy herself but the assistance of Photina had helped tremendously. She had prevented the death of Victoria's deathpact angel somehow. Victoria was planning to have to revive the angel once her magic restored itself, But now her angel and demon were all ready to fight. Victoria quickly gathered her mana and cast another summon. A mana materialized into a living breathing dragon. It seemed that the dragoness was not the only one who could control dragons. Victoria's Archwing Dragon soared rapidly through the air attacking the undead beast trapped in its prison. The dragon was joined by the Deathpact angel and the Demon at death gate. The Thoctar took considerable damage but in retaliation launched its spikes at its attackers. All three of Victoria's creatures were lethally wounded. Victoria called out to the others around her, "Now! Everyone Including y'all new to the battle. Strike the Beast while it is wounded. I cannot finish it by myself." Victoria looked over the two new planeswalkers. She had never seen a treefolk with a spark before. The multiverse was truly a marvelous place. The other new comer was a man who's appearance intrigued Victoria. He was looked like a front line fighter dressed in that aura of magic. There was something of divinity in him that Victoria felt conflicted about. She could not place it. The Treefolk had established a quick defense and the man had only asked for forgiveness to intervene. This entire group, if it did not fall apart, was very unique and interesting. If nothing else mattered, that was the reason Victoria would stay with this group. A masked man, An Auramancer, A dragon, a walking tree, a child of the sea, An true Angel, and a master assassin. If this worked out, it would be a story for the ages. As Victoria took a up a defensive stance while waiting to the others to finish off the undead beast, a shining light appeared beside her. It formed into the distinctive shape of the Black Sun, symbol of Orzhova. Victoria swore under her breath. She was being summoned to another plane in the middle of a fight. This group had her interest but she had obligations elsewhere. Ravinca exactly. Seeing that her creatures all died trying to destroy the Thoctar, Victoria looked at the group, "I will return to reclaim our home..." Without another word, she planeswalked and left the group behind. life: 17 loyalty: 3 spells cast: Archwing dragon Deathbringer Thoctar is currently 30/12. Having taken damage from Archwing dragon, Deathpact Angel, and Demon of Death's Gate.</s>	<\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent With a wild combination of efforts, the absolutely monstrous creature that had emerged and through an absolutely magnificent combination of efforts it had been greatly weakened. As Teysa circled about in the heavens above, she saw her opportunity. With another roar that shattered the very air about her as her wings folded inward and dove in from the sky. With the blood rush effects still ever present, and her already monstrous strength added alongside it, the Resurgent One charged towards the target. Teysa is a 12/12 with Double Strike/Trample/Haste She struck first, she always struck first. Her colossal size and weight crashing into monstrous creature and tackling it onto the ground. Her magnificent scaled wings spread wide and kicked up hurricane force winds as her massive talons forced it onto the earth. Teeth that were the size and sharpness of swords bit down upon its neck and promptly tore out the throat of the creature. Flesh and bone came with it as the monster screamed and struggled. Teysa's gut once again rumbled with embers as she inhaled sharply, and with her exhale, liquid dragonfire poured onto the creature. With such, as superheated breath poured down upon its skull, it then stopped. Everything stopped, the calamitous conflict came to an abrupt end, and as the dust settled there stood a humanoid dragoness atop the massive corpse. Even she was injured however, having taken some hits from the goblin rabble, but it didn't matter. She had sensed someone else. There was someone else newly attuned to their party that she knew all too well. A wielder of Holy, Control, and Fire. With a brilliant smile, she hopped down from the gargantuan corpse and ran to him. The dead monster didn't matter anymore. Not at all to the Dragon. The gap quickly closed between Marcellus and Teysa and at the last gap she dove to him. Wrapping her arms about his neck and pulling him closer into a warm embrace. Releasing her stranglehold on the Plainswalker, she offered him a warm smile as she leaned upward to lightly brush her lips against his cheek in a heartfelt welcome. "It has been too long, you foolish Angel! How have you been? What have you been up to as of late?"</s>
<\|description\|>Fiora Alias: The Chains of the Sea Age: 237 years Race: Merfolk Class: Enchanter Appearance: Mana colors: Blue and White Role: Control - Causality Mitigation Personality: A cautious and silent individual, she seeks out to negate her opponent's attacks while stalling them in battle. She tends to stall her opponents down, letting her allies get more time before catching up to them or escaping. Controlling the way of the battle, while at the same time looking outside of the battlefield is her specialty looking for ways to win both in and out of the match. She prefers to keep her identity a secret from other planeswalkers and often tries to lose their attention and lay low if she can. Theme song: Payphone -Colorless/Artifacts- Isochron Staff (2-cost Artifact) -Blue Spells- Mana Chains (1-cost Enchant) Mana Drain (2-cost Instant) Mana Leak (2-cost Instant) Wall of Denial (0,8) (3 Cost Monster) Slow Motion (3-cost Enchant) Control Magic (4-cost enchant) Giant Oyster (0,3)(4-cost Monster) -White Spells- Holy Day (1-cost Instant) Call to Serve (2-cost enchant) Force Bubble (4-cost Enchant) -MultiColored- Crystallization (2-cost enchant) APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Moans drift across the henge as the gathered planeswalkers wake to a bright morning sun. The bright light burns the eyes at first, though it lessens as the eyes become accustomed to the light. Heads throb throughout the group, perhaps the only thing these planeswalkers share, but no there is another thing that binds them, and they all know it. They are all from the same plane, one that has vanished completely. Who, why, and how this happened is a mystery to the gathered planes walkers. There does't appear to be anyone else around, though the woods are thick not far beyond the henge, so who can say for sure? Mot woke quickly, and wished he hadn't. The throbbing was debilitating and he did his best to push it to the back of his mind and was mostly successful. He listened carefully, but heard little besides the groans of those around him. Carefully, he rose, using part of the henge to steady himself with one hand, while the other made certain the his mask was in place, which it was, and then he pulled the cowl of his cloak up over his head. He shifted his feet, stumbling into the shade of a lentil, sometimes the heavy black cloak was a disadvantage, such as now. The light breeze did little to soothe the stifling heat of radiating from his own cloak and he wondered just how long they'd been laying there. Mot put his back to the stone he was leaning on, his legs still stiff, and gazed across the henge at the gathered plainswalkers. He didn't recognize any of them, but something told him that he could trust them and he didn't doubt it. From the lower branches of a tree not too far away, a goblin peered through heavy foliage, trying to see what lay within the henge, but not daring to move any closer or make a sound lest he draw attention to himself. Instead, after a few moments, it slid around the trunk, and then climbed down the tree, and stole quietly away before those gathered could gather to much of their wits for the throbbing recesses of their minds.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina awoke with a headache throbbing. Ugh, what ever did I do to deserve this? I was trying to heal someone's wounds. Everything went bright. What is this place? Seeing someone else up, she arose slowly, making sure to not make the headache worse. "Excuse me," Photina politely aimed her greeting at the standing male, "do you know where we are?" She notices all of the others around her, all groaning from, supposedly, the same or similar headache Photina had been subject to. She decided on making the best of it by trying to heal them. I don't have the power to heal all these people... At least, not quickly... Pushing away her negative thoughts, she decided to find a small spell to heal the other upstanding planeswalker. She took a second to remember a grassy forest she had visited when she learned to heal using nature's power. She minorly healed the standing planeswalker and rested. That took too much energy after having just awoken, but kept herself from falling over. Photina stretched her wings out and tried to fly, but was too sore to get more than half an inch off the ground before being unable to continue from fatigue. With that, Photina decided to start walking, slowly, towards the standing planeswalker.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria awoke with a jolt. Without thinking she shot a spell of lightning into the air above her. It struck one of the stones of the hedge and bounced harmlessly but threateningly to another. The stone was not harmed but blackened by the heat. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She rose to her knees while holding her head. She was dizzy and confused. While she had been drinking recently, She knew she had not drank enough for this. As her managed to obtain her balance, she looked around her. Spotting several beings were around her. Varying in race and make. Friends or Foe it mattered little to her. Two were awake, more asleep. The two awake had the advantage over her. The fact displeased her. Victoria stood up on her feet and takes a few steps back away from any nearest person. She watched and observed everything and everyone around her. Her left hand pulled her white cloak over her while her right rested comfortably on her dagger.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman. Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back. Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa the Chaotic Resurgent Wakie Wakie, Eggs and Bacy She had been particularly enjoying a good nap beneath the soothing warmth of the sun until lightning crackled and broke through the air directly into the mountainside beneath her. Sharply, a pair of ruby red draconic eyes would open as the vertical pupils narrowed upon the source. From a distance, she could easily grasp the fact that the gathered group was ill at ease, and displeased with what had happened to them. So was she, this agonizing headache wasn't helping any. Aside that, the Dragon spread the magnificence that was her wings wide as she dove from the cliff top. With a monstrous size that rivaled the mountainside that she had leapt from, as she got closer, the draconic plainswalker swiftly shrunk into a humanoid state. Even though the crown of her being, two long horns from her crown emblazoned in gold and sweeping back into the maddening thickness of her red hair, still very much remained. The mark of her species, her pride in being who and what she was. Sweeping the translucent cloak of crimson behind her, the Dragon strode to curiously watch the two others who had woken sort out their difference. If they would sort them out at all, that is.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina noticed the bolt, but merely flinched. The headache and fatigue was wearing on her reflexes as well. She turned to the caster, noticing the man's intent in speaking, and joined him, saying "aye, dear. If we meant harm, we would have already been inflicting it. I'm a healer anyway. Do you have any wounds needing to be tended to? It would take but a few seconds to conjur the mana needed to heal you. As a show of good faith, I shall greet first. Now," turning so that either 'walker was to either of her sides, and raising her hands in surrender, but remembering an open field where she learned of the Samite people, who were very apt healers, so she could summon one "I have a healer I can summon. My name is Photina, and I am a travelling healer of sorts. Known in some parts as 'The Kind Stranger'. I'm going to summon my healer now." Lowering herself to the ground, she touched it, creating a circle which contained part of a plain on the ground. One of the Samite people appeared in a shower of light, to which the portal closed. "Sir, please prevent damage from the lass over there, please." The healer nodded back to her. "He cannot directly heal wounds, but can prevent them. I'm summoning him as a guard for your protection as a benevolent sign." The angelically ascended woman then smiled warmly at the female, with a hint of wariness, purely due to uncertainty.</s>	<\|message\|>Fiora Fiora, The Chains of the Sea With a bang, Fiora woke from the ground and stood up, silently looked at the others in the room, definitely being planeswalkers but it didn't matter at the moment as she needed to assess her situation. The painful throbbing in her head can wait for latter, as she pulled her cloak over her head and then pulled a scarf to cover the majority of her face leaving only her eyes to be seen. She although being merfolk, her time on land she had grown adapted to the modesty of the races that had lived on the land, adopting some of the clothing to make her look less of a sore-thumb. She looked at her 'companions' as she silently observed them, deeming that two of them were at least decent enough to trust, especially the Healer. The Dragoness was an intimidating individual but in a match of smart and wits she could probably win, but she wouldn't chance that and either way the girl was on her side for now. Then there was the problem of the two shady individuals who she knew could never be up to any good, and placed a mental note to keep her guard up. With nothing better to do, she closed her eyes, before she gently pulled in the strings of energy that she could feel pulling in the light that touched everything in its kingdom and water from nearby that she wished she could disappear in. She took her time collecting the energy of the land that was unfamiliar to her, recognizing the feel of the energy of this plane before casting her spell. The space around her hardening before a barrier was formed that would protect her from damage, and friendly fire... Feeling decent enough she let her guard down slightly for the mean time and watched the other planeswalker interact with each other, keeping to herself. Force Bubble - Fiora</s>
<\|description\|>Fiora Alias: The Chains of the Sea Age: 237 years Race: Merfolk Class: Enchanter Appearance: Mana colors: Blue and White Role: Control - Causality Mitigation Personality: A cautious and silent individual, she seeks out to negate her opponent's attacks while stalling them in battle. She tends to stall her opponents down, letting her allies get more time before catching up to them or escaping. Controlling the way of the battle, while at the same time looking outside of the battlefield is her specialty looking for ways to win both in and out of the match. She prefers to keep her identity a secret from other planeswalkers and often tries to lose their attention and lay low if she can. Theme song: Payphone -Colorless/Artifacts- Isochron Staff (2-cost Artifact) -Blue Spells- Mana Chains (1-cost Enchant) Mana Drain (2-cost Instant) Mana Leak (2-cost Instant) Wall of Denial (0,8) (3 Cost Monster) Slow Motion (3-cost Enchant) Control Magic (4-cost enchant) Giant Oyster (0,3)(4-cost Monster) -White Spells- Holy Day (1-cost Instant) Call to Serve (2-cost enchant) Force Bubble (4-cost Enchant) -MultiColored- Crystallization (2-cost enchant) APPROVED</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara It really did not Victoria the answer this Mot gave. He failed to answer the only question that mattered: Who took the plane? Anyone that powerful needed to be dealt with. They threatened the natural order of things. How they did it? Why? These were the questions that Victoria was thirsty to know. And she wanted as much blood as possible to find out the answers. She could tell the masked man before her was not one to give answers freely. She might have said something more to the man but the dragoness took her attention. The dragon had summoned another being. Unlike the angel, this one looked like it could do some damage. Her actions evoked the self-righteous anger she learned on the plains as a youth. This dragon had just attacked a person with out provocation. Maybe things were different in the eyes of the dragon, but being looked at by another is not a cause worth killing for. "What in Grixis are you doing, Dragon? You have the audacity to attack a bystander of the plane without cause? You are just begin to being a hornet's nest down on our head. I have no reason to be associated with you. Acting for the whole group here was not asked for." Victoria said anger. She prepared herself for a fight with the dragon. She could not allow the dragon to kill without cause. She might have no moral compass but this gave planeswalkers a bad name.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin Grud cowered as the very forest around him shook and gave way to a massive being. He scrambled backwards, until he heard another voice behind him. Turning he saw the source of the voice, though it seemed much to small to be the source, but it clearly wasn't afraid of the dragon behind him. Grud didn't understand a single word spoken to him, whether out of fright or ignorance, is not immediately apparent. Dread Cultist Mot Well... that wasn't entirely surprising, considering that a dragon had landed not far from where a lightning bolt had risen from the ground to the mountain above, being observed was a thing that was highly likely. He only wondered if there were others observing, and guessing that even if there were none now, there would be more soon. Speaking to the angel beside him, he reluctantly followed the dragon and the feisty little girl. He had to give her that much, few could stand up to a dragon, and she was certainly confident in her ability to handle herself. As much as I would like to leave those two behind, I do not have a clear understanding of where we are, and I suspect that following along will answer that question more quickly than any other path. So for now, let us remain one group, however divided our loyalties may be. Mot wondered what the Mermaid thought about all of it, but she had remained quite silent and aloof of the proceedings. As he thought of her, he remembered the first time he'd met a merfolk, and the Island on which it happened. As Mot mooved the summoned Gatewarden buzzed through the air just over head, it's hair thickening into writhing strands, as he enchanted her with Aspect of Gorgon. He wanted to be ready for whatever attention the dragon's ... blatantly overt actions had drawn. He also took a moment to review his inventory of spells readied, and noticed he had an abundance of sorceries, but a distinct lack of creatures to attack with. That could be problematic.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear. "Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?" Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air. One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her. Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth. Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears. Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one. "Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed as she stood from where she was, everyone in this group was simply horrible in their own ways but so far the most rational one was the cultist. In all odds, he was the most likely to escape unharmed besides the dragon if she didn't get herself trapped somehow but it wouldn't had been surprising if she did. She had followed the other two rouges silently as she was experimenting with the land's green magic until they reached the mountains before sighing. Messing around with green mana was fine for Fiora, but red magic was a no, no, it had explosive properties when she had tried on using it and in the end, only hurt herself. It was an annoying experience for her at least, as she preferred some where there was water, perhaps some grass like before or even a nice town. Instead, they were heading through the mountains to find a dragon... Who can fly! In reality, she needed more monster so she could make them be better suited as transportation. She had the spells necessary for such actions however, she lacked the suitable monsters for such actions. So while she had the time, she was collecting her mana in preparation, and was fine with the protection from her enchantment she had surrounding her. She only hoped it was enough as, she would need to gather her mana for her next spell in the mountains where blue mana seemed less in her opinion. White mana was easier, she guessed to collect in the mountains than previously in the green lands behind them. When she was satisfied with the amount of mana she had collected, she was fine with the small amount of blue mana she had, along with some white mana and held onto it before focusing on the journey now. Which what she needed the most as when she was distracted, a gatekeeper was summoned most likely from the male rouge, as the other was still steaming ahead of the group. If she wanted... no, she didn't want to increase the strength of the rouge's monster unless it was needed. So, she continued the journey with the group staying in the back and watching behind them in case of anything suspicious or odd.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud, the Goblin The woman spoke again, and the dragon vanished, she must be a goddess! Ha! She even admitted it! Wait, where was here? He'd forgotten in his terror where exactly he was. He got up slowly, and looked around to get his bearings, though the forest was much altered from a few moments ago, he did recognize the Henge just visible through the foliage. Pointing at it, he gave it's name and then he pointed at the ground under his feet and gave a second name. Then he looked eagerly to the goddess hoping he'd pleased her. Standing Stone Circle, Ratwood.</s> <\|message\|>Photina Photina decides Mot is right. One group of many may best the odds more so than many groups of few. Even if group members clashed. She decided to send her healing friend and birds back from whence they came. "Ratwood? I have no knowledge of such the place. I have not wandered outside our common plane much, so that would come to one's mind easily enough." Looking over at the goblin who spoke the names of the circle they woke up in and the land on which he stood, Photina asked "Sir goblin, do you know of anyone using magic to destroy a plane of existence? We are trying to get to the bottom of this, and we need help figuring things out." With that, Photina readied herself to summon her Samite healer again, if needed. She was truly seeking help from this goblin, but not letting her mental guard down, though her body language might suggest otherwise. Hopefully seeming defenceless myself might help him not see me as a threat and possibly trust me.</s> <\|message\|>Teysa Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them. He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe. Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head. "You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here." She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. "The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood." Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue. "Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Ultimara Victoria watched the dragoness masquerade as the goblin's god. It was insulting to watch. Even if the goblin believed in gods, there are no gods in this multiverse. Those so called gods of Theros are only powerful beings and they use their powers only to amuse themselves. For this dragon to claim the divinity of a god was blasphemy that was insulting to Victoria. Regardless she remained silent. If her feelings would take the best of her, she would not survive the repercussions. She might be able to take the dragon but not if every planeswalker here rises to the dragoness' defense. She bite her lip to keep from speaking and drew her dagger playfully. She flipped it in her hand. She swallowed her anger enough to make her think sharper. She began to become honestly interested where this interrogation would lead them.</s> <\|message\|>Melanthios Mot Grud looked at the second woman to address him and tried to understand what she asked, but was interrupted by the goddess' request. He Turned and pointed, quickly scurrying off in the indicated direction. He disappeared in the low brush, but didn't move very fast so keeping up by sound and the sight of moving branches was easy enough. And then he suddenly stopped, or rather was stopped, as the brush around him erupted in a flurry of rapid movement and high-pitched squeaks. When the group caught up to him, he lay buried beneath a pile of feasting rats. None of which seemed to pleased at the intrusion of yet more beings. With one last squeal they surged forward towards the group. Mot, content to walk in the middle of the group, sent forth his summoned Gatewarden, and two just summoned Deathcult Rouges to hold off the swarm while until the others could gather their defenses, or plan their attack, as each being must choose. They met the rats, and held them , though more rats were coming and it was obvious that these three defenders wouldn't last long despite the gatewardens's apparent ability to kill with a touch.</s>	<\|message\|>Fiora Fiora sighed before her hand swept forth, casting a spell before a Wall was summoned. It was combined with blue and white mana to create a 'Wall of Denial'. It was a study thing and would definitely hold off several of these rats but against the whole lot, it would easily fall. All she could do was buy time, and so from the air she tapped into its energy. Weaving and stringing along the blue mana that was there, turning it into blue chains that flew into the rats. It had only been able to stop a few due to their petite size but her spell were mostly effective on a single person that was bigger. Since her blue spell was useless against this amount of opponents, she saved her excess mana and began to focus collecting the white mana for her next spells. Wall of Denial - (0,8) - Defending Force Bubble - 0/4 - Fiora</s>
<\|description\|>Mysaren Fortier Age: 25 Gender: Female Ethnicity/Nationality: Black // French Physical Description: Before the augmentation, Mysaren stood about 6'3, at 180 pounds. She's muscular, with a chiseled, prominent jaw, and square face. She keeps her hair in a frohawk, which is generally dyed a light pink, although her hair is naturally black. She has dark blue eyes, dark brown skin, and freckles covering her face and body. After the enhancements, she stands about 2 inches taller, due to her leg enhancements. She also has noticeable cochlear implants in both ears. She stands in a strange manner as well, due to the fact her spine was replaced. Skillset: Definitely more street smart than book smart, she knows most of the city by heart, making it much easier for her to move and travel with efficiency. She's well versed in most criminal behaviors, breaking and entering, how to trespass, etc. She knows how to get to where she wants to be with minimal trouble. She also has a wide knowledge about the majority of drugs that are currently on the streets. She's also very good at reading a person, their tics and behaviors, in order to manipulate (or sometimes seduce) them. She knows a lot about the human mind and how it works, mostly from years of experience. She also knows that everyone comes with a price, and it's not hard for her to figure out how to get people to do what she wants. She also has many connections to the underworld, whether it be for scrap parts, drugs, weapons, sometimes even blood or sometimes, people. History Her parents died when she was 15, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets of France for a long time. She started out as nothing more than a petty thief, breaking into homes and stealing what she could, which involved a lot of trial and error, before she was finally able to get involved in drug dealing, which supplied a lot of her money for a long time. She worked as a drug dealer until she was 17, when she was approached by an organization of vampires who said they wanted her skills to help them in some smuggling. Unable to say no, she joined their ranks and quickly got to work with them. She worked in a strange harmony with the vampires for a long time. They provided her with protection, food, money, and she just transported things for them. She was never really aware of what they transported, only delivering cars from one place to another, and occasionally gym bags full of what she assumed was cash or drugs. It wasn't until one day that a deal gone wrong resulted in her finally opening the back of one of the vans they had given her to see that it was filled with humans, all likely to become nothing more than cattle for the vampires. Devastated, she quickly freed the humans she could and drove off to a remote town, wanting nothing more than to leave her life behind. A few months later, however, in the dead of night, a group of vampires from the organization found her and broke into her home, leaving her barely alive with one message, "The boss sends his regards." As a cruel joke, they fixed her up before leaving her on the floor of her apartment, unconscious. Unable to see, hear, move, or even scream, one of her neighbors had called the cops for her, and she later awoke in a hospital, before being approached by the Vigil, who promised her that they would repair her, make her even better, if she joined them. Having no other choice, and a deep sense of revenge, she accepted. Psychological Profile: After the attack, she was left with an extreme sense of paranoia, and is known for constantly being on her guard, for fear of another attack. She was never formally diagnosed with any form of PTSD, although the symptoms are there. She's also become an insomniac, practically never sleeping anymore, besides when she absolutely must. She also tries much too hard to prove herself, and has severe problems with what people think about her, especially what people think of her past. She thinks that a majority of what happened was her fault, and she is scared of people finding out. Modifications: * Communications suite, HUD and neural-computer, all standard issue – Vigil agents are able to text by thinking it among each other on a heavily encrypted wireless network. In fact, the computer works off brain impulses and is easily one of the most sophisticated and useful implants they have; what's more, its capabilities have yet to be fully exploited. The downside of this implant is that it includes a cortex bomb with an anti-tampering device. A captured agent can set it off, destroying the hardware inside, or a signal from control can do the same. This is to prevent the enemy from learning the capabilities of implanted agents. * Internal air supply and aerial toxin filter -- this also has the added advantage of making the agent immune to vampire pheromones, as some types of vampires are known to use this to seduce their prey. * Blood/liquid toxin filter -- the obvious is at work here -- vampires use their blood as a means of controlling mortals, and this system (and everyone, even non field agents, in the Vigil organization have this implant) screens out one of most subtle weapons a vampire has, rendering them functionally immune to being controlled through ingested blood the way mortal thralls of a vampire might be. * Eye augmentation; a HUD showing all sorts of system data, such as the status of implants, as well as allowing for low-light and ultra-sound modes of vision, the latter being thought to be more effective than thermographics when dealing with vampires, who tend to run cold if they haven't fed lately. * Cochlear Implants: Giving her the ability to hear a much wider, clearer range of sounds. * Spine Implants: Helping her flexibility, and helping her reflexes, due to its attachment to the central nervous system. * In her left arm, her fingertips can be removed to reveal a set of lock-picking tools, something she's proud to say she suggested. The tools can be removed as needed. Her hand can also be pulled back to reveal a small semi-automatic gun. * In her right, her pointer finger doubles as a flashlight, and her ring finger has a small needle in it, which she can use to inject anything she needs to. In her thumb is a USB drive, so she can download information as it is needed. * Both of her legs are slightly taller than her original. She has a variety of compartments hidden in them, where she can store things if she needs to. * Various muscular implants, making her stronger, faster, and also increasing her reflexes. Equipment: (The items already listed are standard issue.) * Mimetic Camouflage (Predator) coat, though this is designed to look more like a trenchcoat -- no doubt some project engineer with a penchant for the dramatic, or an interest in fashion design. The coat is actually stylish, which serves a dual purpose as vampires tend to dress stylishly and surround themselves with the stylishly dressed. This allows Vigil agents one more edge. Of course, they call it the Predator Coat. Because the engineers are geeks. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * Modular, caseless assault rifle/carbine. Bullpup, caseless ammunition, synched with existing implants and capable of mounting a variety of accessories including a 25mm grenade launcher whose munitions range from conventional high explosive to nano-guided scattered mines. It also syncs with HUD implants for improved accuracy in a mechanism similar to a bluetooth link. The trigger is electric and the weapon includes a biometric security system; anyone but someone authorized to handle it and it will blow; that is a standard feature on most any weapon the Vigil has in service with its teams. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * A number of electronic accessories, including a PDA tablet and other items to assist in making physical connection with computer equipment. (This is a standard issue Vigil item) * Grenades, mostly white phosphorus. The organization has designed a 'grenade' that involves a strobing UV light that damages vampires -- it is known as 'the disco ball'. * Several drugs/poisons/tranquilizers that she can put in the ring finger of her right hand. * A small pistol.</s> <\|message\|>Blake Heimer Blake's head twitched slightly as he sat on the log, his cybernetic hands clenching and unclenching. "Don't taunt the vampires, Blake, myeh-myeh-myeh," he said to himself in a mocking tone as he continued sifting through the data. The facial recognition in the traffic cameras had picked out three teams of hostiles fast approaching from all different directions. The two vampires were separated, which was good - that would make it easier for the fighters on the team to take them down. Watch out for Anna; Carlo's older, but Anna's the brains here, guys. She's the adaptable bitch that wrote those books and runs the thralls. She ought to be the priority. The team led by the female bloodsucker had entered the box and was in sight of one of the Musketeers. With half of his brain, Blake directed the drone (Aramis) after them, so that he could track their progress towards the bait directly. The other half of his brain, he bent towards the bloodsucker's comms network. It was a standard setup - every thrall and vampire had an earpiece. The network had two layers of security, private wi-fi style. The bloodsuckers were ready for some punk with a PDA, but they weren't ready for Blake. Not in the slightest. A few mental keystrokes and an assault by ten varieties of trojan software later and Blake was in. Now he had a choice - listen in on the vampires and try to glean some useful intel, or cut them off from each other. He chose the second - he'd already set up his web of surveillance to see and hear the vampires, and if they were isolated, the teams could be dealt with one at a time. Now, he could brute force the network down, swamp it with programs and viruses and requests until it broke and the vampire's and thrall's earbuds just went silent. Alternatively, he could try something a little more... elegant. That's how every earpiece hooked up to the network started blaring K-pop simultaneously, totally drowning out any attempt to communicate along it. Found a friend. Commencing friendly chat. It will likely be short. Blake shuddered at that. Few people were able to really scare him since his first run-in with vampires, but his Russian teammate managed it, especially with the enthusiasm he displayed towards 'friendly chats'. He sent out a message to the team: Whatever you're going to do, Chernobyl, do it fast. We've got three thrall teams approaching the bait, two led by vampires and all of them armed. Closest one is led by Anna, ETA four minutes. I'm broadcasting you their current coordinates, and I'll update you periodically: They can't communicate between teams anymore (Thanks, Blake), so get in there and start scoring for our side. Also, the team with Carlo is fast approaching my position, so I'm going to be running away. Help would be appreciated. With that, Blake took off sprinting into the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Kentaro, Azai Finished here. Heading to your position now. Will intercept. Like a shadow in the night, Kentaro moved silently and invisibly through the back of the woods, sword strapped meaningfully on his back. This was not his preferred approach, nor his area of expertise, but the level of technology available to them made the whole ordeal almost laughably easy. --- Upon arrival at the scene, Ken had immediately honed in on a group of thralls near the perimeter of the mission area, far from the center of the action. He dropped down upon them, and almost absentmindedly destroyed the group's largest man's skull with a sharp drop of his elbow. Of the three remaining thralls, two of them noticed that their leader had been killed, and began to formulate their "counterattack". It might have been called that, if they had ever gotten a chance to put it into action. As it ended up being, they had only just begun to flail helplessly when they found themselves almost simultaneously bisected by a single, smooth swing of the Vigil Agent's sword. They were not overwhelmed by the man's technique, or simply by the fact that he had gotten the jump on them. It was because he had moved quicker, and reacted faster than they could have possibly imagined. Up until now, they had only ever fought among themselves or against ordinary humans. Never had they thought that they would have to compete against this, something which could almost be said to be on the level of their eternal masters. The last thrall, who had been oblivious to his first comrade's demise, quickly realized what was going on when his friend's upper body flew past his head from behind. He turned, with no idea about what he would turn to see, and laid his eyes on that man for the first time. Azai Kentaro. Flicking his sword forcefully to the side to dislodge blood from its blade, Ken eyes the last remaining thrall with an air of intimidation. For just an instant, the two of them seemed frozen, eyeing eachother carefully, trying to figure out what the best course of action was. Spurred on by his growing madness, the thrall made the first move. It was not a good one. He charged, blinded by a combination of fear and lunacy, attempting to claw at the Vigil Agent's body and get a hold of his flesh. Ken wouldn't allow it. Stepping simply to the side and raising his sword, he slams the solid hilt against the side of the thrall's head, sending enough force through the poor young thing's skull to immediately fracture it and rupture the precious grey matter stored within. It was all over, in a single instant. --- And, it was from then that Azai first contacted Blake. He heard the gist of what everybody had to say, through the messaging system that the lot of them shared, and was just finishing up cleaning his treasured sword when Blake's final message was received. Moving with deliberate slowness, Kentaro begins walking towards Blake's current location, headed for the area that his next opponent would soon be arriving at. What preparations he made were in his head, as he considered his mental map of the area, and how he could possibly use the terrain to his advantage. Experimentally, he flexes his fingers, a habit that had persisted from his earlier days as a street brawler. This feeling was... Anticipation. Anticipation for a fight.</s>	<\|message\|>Mysaren Fortier Mysaren looked at all the messages rather impatiently, sighing. More thralls, something something, blah blah. She reloaded her pistol and headed towards Blake, chewing absently on her lip as she thought. Her body was tense as she got prepared for the battle, mentally and physically. The chemicals pumping through her helped slightly, but she was still ready to kill. She had the urge to crack her knuckles, but, sadly, the replacements didn't allow for things like that, so she cracked her neck instead. Little things like that that kept her human. Well, at least, they made her feel human. She wasn't human anymore, she accepted that as soon as she woke up with half of her damn body replaced with metal and wires. Cold, calculating, things that humans shouldn't be. She shook her head, starting to take deep breaths. She wasn't going to have another existential crisis, not now. Mysaren couldn't afford to panic, couldn't afford to let her guard down. Lives were on the line, and being human was a disadvantage as far as she was concerned. They didn't treat humans like humans half of the time, so why should she act like one? She sent a quick message. On my way. It's showtime.</s>
<\|description\|>Mitsuri Sachi 'Hm.... It so fun seeing people crying on their knees. I wish to see everyone like that.' Age: 18 Gender: Female Arcana: Moon Arcana Perk: 15% boost to pierce physical attacks. Personality: The best way to describe Sachi is as someone with a sharp tongue with no social skills whatsoever. Still, that does not keep Sachi from having a friendly demeanor, if a bit cold. She is known for being someone who keeps her cool no matter what situation she is in, with a smile on her face and sarcastic comments to accompany it. Her usual personality revolves around her insulting you and trying to see how far she can go before you get mad and her trying to spark a conversation with bits and bites of random popular things, though most of them are anime or games related. This two combined are usually a recipe for disaster when interacting with others, often leading to awkward spots in conversations and Sachi moving on from that person for the next one. She is also prone to jealousy, both for people with actual conversation skills as well as those with artistic talent. Sachi is also a big otaku, despite her not usually accepting it. She would love to some day become a mangaka too, but she has no confidence whatsoever to do so, and she finds it incredibly embarrassing the simple thought of someone reading her tries at making one. She has still done some doujinshin works, though, but always using existing series as a base for them. She is fairly short as well, and is also prone to lose her cool once someone goes into the subject of her height, making her not only flustered, but also really upset at the person. History: Not much of a story here, for the most part, this girl has had to deal with bullying and whatnot, making her personality what it is now. Given that since she was a kid, she like anime and manga and even started on trying to make things like them on her own, it wasn't anything unusual for her to be often looked down upon and bullied by other people. In order to stop this, Sachi developed her now poisonous tongue that now mostly keeps people away, but that, and the fact that she didn't speak to people a lot in the first place, made her also the social inept she is now.</s> <\|message\|>Jin Takeyama The five would find themselves lucid dreaming by accident/literally or some of them might've used the device that makes lucid dreaming easier but still those five persons are on the same place on their dream. The place is beautiful! The skies are blue and there are beautiful sky formation. Even the ground reflects the sky's reflection. It was obviously a dream unless someone knows the place in real life. However, no matter how hard they try to wake up, it won't work. Even if they pinch each other, punch each other, kick each other, or any ideas of how to wake up. It seems like that they're stuck there like for eternity and wait for something to happen. How long will they be stuck there? seconds? minutes? hours? days? weeks? months? or maybe even a century? Let's find out. --- Jin found himself lying on the ground. As he stood up and opened his eyes, he was amazed on what he saw. He was starstrucked by the view he saw. "Wow!" Jin already knew the place, he has been dreaming to go here. Yes, the place is Where Earth Meets the Sky in Bolivia so Jin already knew that so he was dreaming since he is not on a vacation in Bolivia. It is more obvious since tomorrow was his first day of school. "I must be dreaming" he said to himself and pinched himself but he failed to wake up. "Oh well, I think my brain wants to finish my dream" Jin said to himself again then turned around to see that there are 4 more people with him. "This is totally a dream"</s> <\|message\|>Kotone Arima When Kotone awoke, she couldn't quite process what she was seeing at first. Understandable, really. It wasn't every day you found yourself stuck in what seemed like an endless expanse of sky. She sucked in a breath as she sat up, staring out at the surreal landscape… Skyskape? Ugh, who cared? Where was she, anyway? She shifted awkwardly, hands patting the ground around her, relieved to feel a course surface under her palm. At least she wasn't floating in space somewhere. So standing shouldn't be a problem, right? Mercifully, the ground seemed stable enough, at least what she could tell from her good leg. Slowly, but surely she was gaining her bearings, enough to draw her attention to other matters. Like the four other people around her for instance. And they seemed just as disoriented and confused as she was. "Oh, uh… Hey!" She quickly smoothed out her pjs in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. Wait, crap, PJs?! Why the hell was she outside with people like this? And her prosthetic was showing too… Great. But wait, if glasses guy was saying it was a dream, than she might be saved the embarrassment. It made sense, too, how else was any of this even possible. But were dreams always this vivid? "Yeah, you're right. Gotta be a dream." Her eyes darted between the others for confirmation. Now she got a look at them, they kind of looked familiar. Didn't she go to middle school with some of them? "Say, do any of you guys go to Yakuharai High? Maybe?" Okay, maybe that was a bit out of the blue, but if it was a dream, it was fine, right? Nothing weird about it.</s>	<\|message\|>Mitsuri Sachi Sachi would have continued on sleeping, had it been not for the loud guys that were right beside her. Damn, didn't they know how to keep quiet during the night? It was really rude to do something like that to someone who was sleeping soundly on her bed just... moments... ago.... "......" Already awake but unable to process the situation she was in, it took the purple haired girl some time before her brain finally swallowed up everything that was happening around her. She jolted into a sitting position with her ever present poker face. It was no time to be getting worked up about little things. Yeah, they were in God knows who doing God knows what, but, at the very least, the other guys seemed to be enough idiots as not to have been able to kidnap her. In fact, they also seemed to have just woken up. Sachi first looked around. If anything, the place was damn pretty. She rubbed her eyes to try and chase the sleepiness away and also let out a big, big yawn. "So... what the hell is this?" She simply asked to everyone else. Welp, that was indeed odd. At the very least, she wasn't like the girl in the pijamas and the prosthetic leg, since she passed out in front of the TV after watching the anime she had been waiting for the whole week, and as so, she was wearing a blue hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. Not an outfit you would want your crush to see you in, but to these guys she barely knew, well, she didn't give two damns about it. But damn, was that a good ending! Those guys really knew how to end things in a good note, with that anime. Short and cool, not wanting to prolong things any longer. The guy also ended up with the heroine and.... Wait, it is no time to be thinking about that. She shook her head before raising her voice at the affirmations and questions of the other people. "If this is a dream, then I couldn't care less about it now. Though I usually dream with...." She was about to say anime and manga, but she got flustered and her pale skin also got a bit blushed, before she cleared her throat and went on. "Yeah, I also go there. Odd thing to ask in a dream though." A mocking smirk appeared on ehr face. "You should ask if we don't have a hidden head somewhere or a tail hidden in our pants. Or if we don't have an extra leg we can share with you. In a dream, that's possible, no?" After saying her piece, she decided she had no more business with the guys around her. She laid back down in the floor and yawned yet again. "Well, I'm going back to sleep guys. God knows I need some sleep. It was nice meeting ya and all that crap. G'night." She supported her head on her left hand, and was quickly falling asleep. If nothing perturbed her rest, she'd probably go to sleep without anymore incident. Maybe, she'd wake up again in her world if she did that.</s>
<\|description\|>The Black Thief of Sloan, or Rook Eisen Nickname: Blacky, Blackbird, or Rook. He prefers the latter. Race: Human Fable Gender: Male Appearance: The only difference between his fairy tale appearance and his human world is his clothing- he wears black clothes all the time, but has a cloak and a sword in his fairy world form. Rook is also missing one of his toes, and has a large, nasty looking scar going down the side of his stomach from an encounter with a giant gone wrong. Overall, Rook looks like a relatively dashing man–he's just been battered a bit more than most heroes. Job: Fabletown Librarian. He has a near encyclopedic knowledge of fairy tales, and spends a lot of his time doing research in the basement of the library–when he isn't roaming around the city. Personality: Rook is a relatively cheery person despite the beatings he's taken in the past, always willing to tell a story and always looking on the bright side of life. Odds are, he's been in a worse situation than the current one–and he's perfectly happy to not have to repeat the previous occurrence. Fable: The Black Thief and the Knight of the Glen The Black Thief helped three princes steal a Knight's horse, the price of their lives from their evil stepmother. The Knight (of the Glen) captured them when the bells on his steed gave away their position, preparing to boil them alive. The Black Thief saved each of their lives by telling a story where he was in far worse danger, the Knight pardoning each for a story. The final tale revealed that the Black Thief had saved the Knight's mother years before, and the grateful Knight set them free. Since coming to the real world, the Thief's well known prowess with tales has landed him a spot as the Fabletown librarian and owner of Eisen's Emporium, a strange combination of library and bookstore in the middle of Fabletown. The ground level is split fairly evenly between bookstore and library, with the upper level being entirely devoted to a reading room. The basement is storage for books not on the shelves for whatever reason, and has a bed, bathroom, and small kitchen in the northwest corner for Rook's living quarters. Abilities: Invisibility, silent movement, enhanced reflexes and speed. Nothing ridiculous, but he can move quite a bit faster than a Mundie. Mild superstrength, but only to swing his gold sword. Other: Equipment: A pure white gold sword, which he can wield as though it was a normal blade. (Cookies for anyone who gets the white gold reference) As for non-aggressive equipment, Rook carries with him a book of Fables, both in his head and in a leather volume on his person. The book is normally pocket size, but expands to roughly the size of a paperback when he needs to read it. Once upon a time... I was a thief.</s> <\|message\|>The Bogeyman, goes by Booker Manson when speaking to mundies As the day was beginning and residents of the neatly tucked away community called Fabletown began to stir there was already one wide awake with a mischievous smirk on his lips. The lanky man strolled away from the front doors of the towering apartment building known as the Woodlands while whistling a simple tune. He turned on the heels of his boot covered feet to admire his handy work, a wicked gleam in his amber eyes. He moved a strand of his wild raven colored hair out of his pale face as he analyzed the small trap he had set up. A small string attached to the entrance of the Woodlands that would cause a bucket of water fallowed by a bag of flour to fall on whoever opened the apartment's doors It was simple honestly, but a master piece all the same. The man couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he stepped back further and took a seat on the bench that waited in the courtyard of the Woodlands, he was practically giddy with excitement. One would expect a man of his age not to get so worked up over childish pranks let alone commit them himself, but whoever truly knew the man would know that this was him holding back. For this prankster was Boogie, former nightmarish monster of legend now the pranking fiend of Fabletown. Boogie let out another giggle before he managed to regain his composer and tried his best to look as innocent as possible as to not let anyone catch on to what he was doing.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Miller Mary smiled as she locked her house up, a sense of relief came to her. Today was going to be a different day, she was sure of it. Her eyes scanned her front yard and landed on a truck full of wooden crates. She loved the simplicity of her life now. She only wished she could share it with her beautiful sister, but a monster- no, she couldn't think of that right now. Instead, she walked over to her truck and drove to town. It was a short ways away but she always drove slow so she could take in the atmosphere.</s>	<\|message\|>The Black Thief of Sloan, or Rook Eisen Rook snapped awake, coughing at the sudden cloud of dust that formed when he sat up, with some difficulty. Books. All over. ANd he wasn't in his bed... Evidently, he'd pulled a bookshelf over on top of himself the night before. That meant... Today was a good day to get some fresh air. Too much dust, not enough sun down here in the basement. The Black Thief pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off, walking up the stairs and out of the bookstore, stepping into the morning sun.</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV The moment the words left the nun's mouth, VV's lips spread into a wide grin. She let out a small laugh. There it was. The completion of their deal. The seal that would confirm the nun's nature as her anchor. Now, they had forged a contract that could not be broken, at least not without certain extreme circumstances being met. VV was in the human world, and she knew there was nothing that could take her out. "Contract accepted." The Marionette had evidently gotten over his shock, one fist lunging towards her, towards her at an impossible angle. That wasn't right at all...! It was then when she noticed, the coiling shadow that was the Puppeteer wasn't inside the man's body, but to the side, to the right of him. So that was it... Moments before the fist could connect, VV's fist lashed out! It struck the air beside the Marionette's head, and there was an ugly crack as the image of his body snapped to the side, relocating to its appropriate location. He reeled back, clutching his nose as he fell backwards, toppling off the balcony and to the ground below. He hit the ground with a thud below. Idiot. Didn't he know anything about dealing with Dolls? Placing one foot on the railing, VV looked back over her shoulder at the nun. "Now don't do anything stupid." With that, she sprang off of the railing, landing boots-first below on the cobblestones. They cracked beneath her from the impact, dislodged and kicked into the air, several cobblestones clattering across the ground as she straightened. The Marionette was back on his feet already, both eyes fixed firmly on her. His body was already to the right of the shadow within again. Placing one hand on her hip, VV laughed. "Really?!" she began, "Do you seriously think that's going to work? I can see you inside him. Twisting around like the parasite you are. You can't solve that, can you?" The Marionette's hands clenched into fists. "Doll... I'll butcher you and that bitch!" "Pffftahahahaha wow, you're funny," VV wiped a mock tear from one eye. This idiot seriously thought he had a chance? That parasite was going to learn a whole new world of knowledge in a few moments. Well, before dying. "But there's no more time to mess around. Come on out, Calamity Edge!" VV outstretched her right hand. The air seemed to warp and distort, as red sparks materialized from nothing and gathered in her palm. With a flash, an immense pair of gold-and-silver shears had formed. The center of the handles was held tight, shut so that each blade formed a single double-edged sword. The metal hissed as VV swung it into the air, red sparks still raining down from the pristine metal that composed the massive shears. There was no further hesitation, VV's crimson-clad body blurred as she suddenly charged towards the Marionette! The sheer speed, the speed of a Doll and even moreso, dislodged cobblestones from the ground with each step. The Marionette attempted to use his distorted image, pushing himself to the side harder than before, but really it was useless. VV's free hand latched out and caught his shoulder with an ugly crack. Well, something near it. It was hard to tell where it had hit, but wherever it was had sent the bastard stumbling! She wouldn't use Calamity Edge to inflict lethal injury, especially not now. Not until her real target was exposed. The red-headed Doll's hand blurred, and with a thunk slammed directly into the spot that was occupied by the Puppeteer. The Marionette let out a stranged cry of shock as his image once again returned to its proper place, and it was now clear what was going on. VV was reaching inside, a shimmering light around her wrist as her arm sunk in deeper, grabbing for her target. The parasite was about to get just what it deserved! There was a hiss of metal through the air, and VV barely snapped Calamity Edge up in time to deflect it. It was, apparently, the Marionette's hand, reshaped into a metallic blade. He was already preparing to lash out again, but... "There. I've got you now, bastard!" VV's fingers wrapped around the coiling darkness and began to draw it free. The Marionette's hand returned to normal and he staggered, letting out a gurgle as VV began to pull the parasite from his body. Finally, his eyes glazed over as he passed out, his body going slack. VV wrenched the monster free as he collapsed, and tossed it down onto the cobblestones! It was human-like in shape,though it lacked most features beyond eyes and pale skin... and its hands were simply sharp edges. No wonder it had wanted a human body so badly. She could already see its shape shimmering! But it was disoriented, she wouldn't let it get away! Calamity Edge slammed downwards. There was a wet thunk, then a crunch as it pierced all the way through and cut into the stone below. The Puppeteer's body ceased to shimmer and returned to its natural place as blood sprayed from its chest, splattering across VV's clothing and across the ground. "Like I said, not your lucky day, is it?" she commented as she drew Calamity Edge from his body. The shears faded into red sparks as she straightened, standing over the monster. The parasite's body went limp, collapsing onto the ground as blood continued to spray from it, coating the red-headed Doll. But it was starting to vanish, the blood seeming to seep into the girl's body. Indeed, the body was dissipating into a red mist too... all of it flowing into VV. Soon, the blood, and the corpse, was gone, the only remains of a battle being the unconscious former Marionette and the damaged cobblestones. "Sheesh, he wasn't even very filling," VV stretched, "Oh well, he's dead now."</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah Ah, there it was. She'd found her Alice. With the acceptance of her help, the anchor was formed and the Transient Princess was here to stay as she turned her head to the side and smiled at the fearful being behind her. A peasant before a Queen, challenging her domain, her rule, and her beloved Alice...? What an insult to royalty. A snap of the fingers and the creation of circles in the ground behind him -- ones that held large spades within -- bought life to two Pawns of her army. The metal clang of two halberds crossing against one another to block his way of running followed the Transient Princess picking up her Alice with both of her arms to let her rest on her shoulder. A draw of the snowflake hairpin from the side of her hair and those silver eyes of hers focused on the corrupted being before her. The mist that escaped him, the evident lowering of temperature around... Was he expecting her to be scared from the weak display? "I deem you under the highest of treason for your actions. Hurting my dear Alice is a crime that ends in death." The mist concerned her not -- her only concerned dealt with keeping her Doll Master on her shoulder and away from this man's reach as the flicking of the hairpin's clasp opened it up all the way and allowed the snowflake to converge into larger, brighter snowflakes and extend out the shape of the small adornment. With a sound akin to the cracking of ice, the hairpin had forged itself into a scepter fit for a Queen with that snowflake decoration at the top of it, bladed for the sake of combat and ready as the Doll grinned at the events to come. A wordless command, and the two Pawns -- human-sized beings dressed in shimmering white armor -- charged at the peasant -- the putrid Marionette -- that she'd given the penalty of death for. With halberds stretched out, they'd aim for the shoulders -- trying to avoid lethal wounds as she took a single step forward and aimed for the midsection of the mist-breathing antagonist herself. "Hang on tight, Alice.~ This will only take a moment!" The peasant knew what she was, and he showed the right kind of fear for it -- but he had stayed. And with his stay came her need to end his life. Not like her big sister, no, but sometimes a bit of red had to splash into the white in order for things to be completed.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander Alexander brushed his clothes off of any dust and smoothed out any wrinkles he had. He smiled, glad that he had Matthe on his side.... sort of. Time to defuse this situation here if I want that dessert, Alexander thought. Putting his best innocent face on, he said, "Come on, Matthew, don't threaten me with that. You know I love your desserts." Bending down to collect the money the goons had failed to collect, Alexander continued, "Besides, if you really were watching, you would have seen those goons threatening me and pulling out weapons. They were trying to rob me." After straightening out the bills and placing them back into a fold of his clothing, Alexander asked while raising his hands in an "I don't know" gesture, "What was I supposed to do, let them take my hard-earned money?" "It was entirely self-defense," Alexander reassured his faithful Doll. "Besides, I'm a priest. I have no reason nor intention to initiate meaningless brawls with people I don't know." Megumi Megumi pulled herself up into the window, performing a flip through it and landing silently so as to not alert Annalee's parents. Megumi looked at Annalee and nodded, then leaned against a wall and sat down crosslegged, placing her hands on her knees. She didn't like to waste words when they weren't necessary. Still, she sighed. The Puppeteer was stronger than she had expected, and it took quite a bit of effort to defeat it. However, the deed was done, and that was one less threat against her and Annalee. Now was the time to rest while she could. She would need her energy if she was to perform her duties as best she could.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. CLACK! The plastic ball rolled its way through one wicket, smashing into the blue ball, and entering another wicket. "Good show!" A series of claps followed as Shane watched the game of croquet play out. He looked at his watch. It had been a few weeks since he became a Hunter, and yet outside of the training, he hasn't gotten a true hunting opportunity. He sighed. "Something the matter, son?" His father asked him. "Eh, Not much. I'll get a big break soon." Shane got up from his seat and left. "Tell me who wins, okay?" "Where are you going?" His father asked. "Well, I'm not just gonna wait for the prey to show up, right?" Shane said. He walked out of the small gathering. He only knew a bit of details over what he's looking for. He took out his Doll Hunters Guide and began to read about things like tell-tale signs and how to effectively fight a Doll.</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee She was really a Doll! Cynthia couldn't get over her excitement. As horrifying as the man was-and still was, rising to the ground in such an awkward, jerking fashion-the little girl was entranced by this new being... A Doll. A real Doll! She knew Dolls were real! Did that mean that guy was a... a... what were they called again? A puppet? Something like that... Whatever the case was, Cynthia sat there, trembling in her Doll's arms in fear and excitement, eyes fixed on the beings she had summoned and on the man who was breathing mist. The moment that the beings thrust their halberds at him, he attempted to dodge. But as one missed, the other hit home, slicing deeply into his shoulder. Along with blood, more fog poured from the wound, a testament to the possession the Marionette was undergoing. He howled in agony and stumbled back. Even as he did, however, the flesh was already gruesomely knitting itself back together. Filling ill, Cynthia covered her eyes and tried to look away. The few moments the Marionette spent healing left it wide open, however, and Transient Princess's fist struck him right in the stomach. Not to be delayed, his hand suddenly grew grotesquely deformed, fingers stretching and nails forming into blades as he lashed out. "I'll kill both of you! I'LL EAT THE LITTLE ONE ALIVE!"</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Eren Deville Eren sighed. "Are you really cutting me out of seeing this?" He asked. "Whatever, I'll just try on the dress." A few minutes later, he answered the door. He took a lot of details in at a glance. He looked at the man's odd outfit and appearance. He glanced at the man's weapons, and noted anti-doll weaponry. "Hello sir! If you're looking for my boss, they're out of the house right now," Eren said, "I'm Cathy, the housekeeper." Eren hoped her Doll was keeping an eye on this. She didn't have her gun or knife, and if the dollhunter aggressed on her she'd have to hope her fists would serve to deter the man. Mathew "Money you got through gambling, Alexander!" Mathew said, "It's not theft, but it's still dishonest and dangerous. What if I were busy, Alex? I worry about you." He paused, "And I've seen you do some unpriestly things. Especially when the fairer sex is involved. Bah, but enough of that. Just remember to behave, or I will stay as far away from that oven as possible." By now, Mathew had shifted into his humanoid zombie looking shape, with rotted looking skin. He was actually perfectly clean and sanitary, though he didn't look it.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The smell of roast beef wafted into his nostrils as he listened to the sounds of a happy family. "Happy birthday son!" He heard them say, quickly followed by some furious tearing and a happy exclamation. "Thanks Dad!" A boy said, "This is what I always wanted!" He couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy. "Let's eat before it gets too cold!" A mother said, and the sounds of clinking plates and cutlery soon followed. He turned away from the window and walked elsewhere, there was no way he could listen for much longer without breaking down. The cat in his arms made a confused mewl? as they walked. The boy sat with his back to a wall when they had travelled far from the happy family. He buried his face in his white cat's fur, as always it was a comforting presence. He stayed like that for a few seconds, before sighing and throwing his head back. He silently reached into his weathered coat, and pulled an old photograph from a pocket. The picture wasn't exactly old, but it looked to be a little worse for wear. The edges were slightly blackened and it looked to have been folded a few times, but he would never let go of it. In the picture, he saw himself holding his cat in some kind of garden, while a woman he didn't recognize stood behind him, hand on his shoulders. He could only assume she was his mother, or someone close to him, that was all he knew for certain. He had been travelling for a while now, looking for clues, asking people if they recognized anything in the photo. Alas, no luck. All he had was his clothes, his cat and the Doll. Without money or anything of value, he relied on the doll to find food, shelter, and help him survive. The boy knew nothing of the world, he would have died many times over without her. His cat snuggled deeper into his arms, and he in turn hugged the cat closer to his body. "Masami, please come back soon." He whispered to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander Alexander smiled. He couldn't help it when it came to Mathew. He was right, gambling could be dangerous, but there was something about the thrill of taking money away from the fools that he just couldn't resist. He also didn't deny the statement about the fairer sex. Especially that lovely Regina he saw every once in a while... ahh, bliss. Even if she was a Doll Hunter, she still had some charm to her. But that was enough time lost in thought now. "Yeah, yeah, I know," Alexander responded. "Besides, it's not like I use this money for selfish purposes all the time. Think of it as additional earnings for the church." He then began walking past Mathew, saying, "Well, enough chit-chat. Let's go home." Alexander turned his head back and glanced at Mathew, giving Mathew a half-serious half-amused face, then asked, "Also, shouldn't you be worried about your appearance right now?" He pointed at Mathew and continued, "It's not like a moving and rotting corpse is inconspicuous." Megumi Megumi opened her eyes to stare at Annalee. Maybe Megumi was being a bit of a burden on Annalee. Annalee was always concerned for her, and Megumi sometimes acted too cold to express her thanks. Megumi was going to open her mouth to say something, but then a growling sound emerged from Megumi's stomach. Her face flushed, Megumi looked away from Annalee, then went into the bathroom to take Annalee up on the bath, closing the door behind her. On the way, Megumi had also folded the blanklet into a neat square, placing it onto a nearby chair.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Well, I suppose that means she's hungry AND wants a bath." Annalee spoke to herself after the bathroom door had closed behind Megumi. Half sighing, and half laughing, Annalee went to get some food ready for her. She made a simple sandwich, as she still didn't really know what type of foods that Megumi liked, and she also made a serving of oatmeal that she put some butter and sugar in before bringing it all upstairs. She placed the food on her nightstand and went to knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, I got some food for you. It's on the nightstand, although I don't know how much longer the oatmeal will stay hot just sitting there." She called through the door and added, "I'm going to put Lucas to bed now, so don't worry if i'm not in the room when you get out." With that done, Annalee walked down the hall, past her older brother's room, and knocked on the door to Lucas's room. Be fore she had even begun to speak, the door swung open, and there stood her adorable little brother, with his pajamas on backwards. "Good night sister!" He said with a big grin on his face. "Oh, dear. One, you don't say good night as a greeting, you say good evening. Two, you do realize that your pajamas are backwards, don't you?" Annalee couldn't keep herself from laughing as Lucas said in a perfect mimic of their mother, "Of course I know, Dear! I always know best." He laughed with her for a second and then pulled on her hand, bringing her into hi room with him as the door shut behind them. Speaking normally now, he said, "I don't like the buttons, they make me itchy." Annalee knelt on the floor by her brother. "Well then, shall we find out why?" She moved her hand in a motion to mean 'turn around' and unbuttoned the jacket of the pajamas, taking it off of him. "Alright, turn back now." When he did, she stood and went to his dresser. Pulling out a soft undershirt, she said, "Let's try wearing this under the jacket. The extra layer will keep you from itching, and you'l be warmer as well!" He took the undershirt from her and put it on quickly, while she waited to help him put the jacket back on too. Once he was properly dressed, he hugged her and thanked her. "There's no itching now sister! None at all!" A big grin on his face. Annalee patted him on the head and steered him to his bed. "Alright, you know that's just my job. Now it's time for you to go to sleep, Lucas." She pulled the blanket up to his nose and kissed his forehead lightly. "Good night. Sleep tight, and don't bite the bedbugs." She smiled as she turned off the lights and closed the door, with her brother's laughter echoing in her mind as she went back to her room.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The woman who answered the door seemed very strange, Gehrman noted. However, in his line of work that was not so unnatural, seeing as he often had to contend with people either brainwashed into servitude by Dolls, or struggling with their situation. Noting how Deville seemed to be out of the house, he still had to check the household for any clues to his whereabouts. "Your master has become possessed by a demon, and this house could hold traces of its corruptive influence. Stand aside lady, and let me investigate the house."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami sat on her ring, as she just "acquired" some food, from somewhere to serve her Doll Master, which is suffering from amnesia and doesn't have anywhere to sleep, so she needs to cater to him in order to stay alive. As Masami hovers through Saulbine on her ring, while hiding herself from existence. finds a lonely boy, snuggling his white-furred cat sitting with his back on a wall. She stops hiding herself, putting her large ring on back of her before approaching the boy with the food. She put the food in front of the boy, then gently tapped him. "I'm back, with some food. I'm not gonna tell you where I got it, but I'm mostly sure this is enough to keep you and your cat alive." Ryan Macfield "The bullies didn't stop, and I don't know how could I stop them..." Ryan spoke to his Doll, which just materialized from one of the many mirrors. Ryan was almost crying, with a sign of anger on his face. "They must be punished, no matter how." he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Mathew Mathew sighed. "I suppose it's at least going to a somewhat good cause. But will you at least try to avoid fights in the future?" Mathew gestured at the one man he'd knocked out. "That man is going to have a splitting head ache when he wakes up. And honestly the guilt of that may or may not have ruined my whole day. But yes, homeward bound I suppose. I'll just stop existing for a bit and follow you. Remember that I AM watching though, Alex!" Alex waggled his finger as if he was scolding a child, before melding into the earth. This was mostly just a visual effect. In truth, he had melded partially outside of reality, as all dolls could. He wished he could just walk the streets, but sadly, his appearance was horrifying to most humans. Oh well. Once they got back he could probably feed some of the stray cats that hung out in a nearby alley way. That would boost his mood. Eren Deville "Ah, I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you inside without proper identification. Why, the other day, silly me, I let this one man claiming to be a cop into the house. He made off with a small amount of cash. The boss never noticed, luckily, or, why, I might have gotten sacked!" Eren was making up Cathy's characterization in his head as he went. He always was good at acting and lying on the fly. So far, he figured Cathy would be a ditzy type, but pleasant. Cathy would also be quite expressive, so Eren added slightly excessive body language to his speech. He figured that if this man insisted on trying to come in, then he'd slam the door and grab his pistol from the kitchen table. He didn't like the idea of contending with a dollhunter when he'd already taken a beating from Viper, but he was ready to fight, in a dress if need be.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was starting to become annoyed by the woman's refusal to grant him passage, and thought of checking through the house later. He had better ways to waste his time with than to stand there and argue. For all he knew, his target could be right now somewhere in the city causing havoc using Deville. "Fine, just tell me where he went."</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand what had happened. One moment, she had been in front of the horrible man threatening to eat her(which was at once scary and kind of a weird threat. She thought that sort of thing was a joke, not anything real adults said... maybe it was because he was a Puppet?) and the next moment she was behind him, as he clawed into a shield. The man let out a cry of rage and pain as the strange figures cut into him, and then the Doll's hand suddenly drove inside his body. There was a spray of mist, even as the rest of his wounds knitted themselves back together, and light shimmering around the Doll's wrist. The man struggled, but as her grip found the Puppeteer he went still. The mist drew back inside the man's body as he lost consciousness, and from him was drawn a strange creature. It appeared to be made of crystal, with vapors pouring from its body and log, clawed hands, full of sharp angles. "Grr... D-Doll..." the spire that was the Puppeteer's head swung open to reveal rows of crystal teeth.</s>
<\|description\|>Cynthia Lee Age: 9 Gender: Female Appearance: "Can we do something fun now? My bunny has seen more interesting things then this, and he's stuffed." Personality: Cynthia is very easily bored. As such, she prizes new and unusual things, eagerly seeking them out whenever she is able. Unfortunately for her, she is rarely allowed out to find such things. She is a very stubborn girl who dislikes listening to others and refuses to pay attention to them if they have annoyed her, or if they're preventing her from seeing something fun and interesting. She is highly impatient, and at the same time dislikes doing things unless they're fun for her. However, she is very capable of being friendly and kind to others, as long as they are friendly and kind to her. That said, she is just as prone to pouting and refusing to do anything with someone if she feels like they're just being annoying. It takes a lot to convince Cynthia to do anything with someone she's been annoyed by. While Cynthia is perfectly fine with small spaces, small dark places frighten her and she does not like them. Darkness in general makes her nervous and uneasy. Backstory: When Cynthia was very, very young, something happened to her parents. She doesn't remember what, but she remembers being in a small, dark place, and that her parents were gone when she was finally taken out by her uncle. It was only later that she learned her parents had most likely been killed. While she did have attachment to them, she was very young and does not remember them well. Much of her life has been spent with her Uncle and his wife, in their estate. They have been quite caring but very protective of her given what happened to her parents, and Cynthia grew more and more irritated with being left locked up and barely allowed to go outside. This has resulted in her bored attitude and interest in new and exciting things. She has managed to lockpick her way out of her home several times, but she always gets caught. Skills: Cynthia can pick locks and she is rather good at hiding. That is about it.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The Doll knows of the church, as is expected of the Keeper of Secrets. But what is this about Puppeteers? I've heard of that somewhere, but where? Gehrman noticed how the Doll seemed to obey the will of the man, which was confirmation that he was indeed Mister Deville. The situation had developed in a direction he did not see coming: he was losing, yet he was still alive. Strange events surround mortal existence blessed by eyes, as was foretold in the book of Kosm. Figures, Gehrman thought to himself. There were many hints in his behavior pointing to the case, but he wasn't interested in dwelling on it. More importantly, the greenhorn surrendered, which tipped the already tilted favors against him even further. "But-" Gehrman spouted out from his gritted teeth, before he sighed. This was checkmate for him, and he knew when to fold his cards. He was given a chance to live, and that is what he was going to choose. Not because he wanted to survive, since he was willing to die for his cause, but because he wanted to learn more about what he's been talking about. Gehrman thus dropped his nailgun on the ground, and lifted himself slowly up from the dirt. "You won this battle, Dollmaster."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the boy happily, herself being happy too since she could be let in, too. Listening to what he is saying, she quickly memorized that the boy should be called "Leo" for now, until he finds out his true name. Looking at the girl that let her Master and herself in, Masami came to know that the girl is alone unless her Doll was taken into consideration, and that she looks about the boy's age. "Please..." Masami said, adding to what her Master said. @Scarifar</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Oh come now, is that it?" Nuul said, the swarm around her flying back into the Grimoire, "I've met children with more conviction than you, but I suppose children don't know as much." The Beholders all surged back into the Grimoire, the portal on top closed. She turned to Eren to address the question. "You'll have to declare a sacrifice before I can use it," She said, flipping through her book, "Unfortunately, you didn't, but I have some uses for him anyway." The air fractured above her, and the Pursuers surged through the rift, biting into the corpse and dragging it back with them. The rift sealed, and she closed the Grimoire. It floated below her and she gratefully sat on it. When she had put the Thug's blood on the Pursuers' page, she had added a target for them to pursue. They were powerful, but their hunger limited her commands somewhat, but the commands she could give worked well enough. Regardless, she had promised them prey and she always delivered on her promises. "Now that we've resolved ourselves, Eren, why don't you make a start on that tea?" She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville Eren chuckled. "Come now, Nuul. An empty mind is the easiest to fill," she said. Eren saw Nuul's disposal of the corpse, and blinked. "Huh. Well, that's taken care of, at least. Now, I'll make the tea." Eren brushed off her dress, and walked inside. As she set off, she looked behind her and raised an eyebrow at the hunters. "You know, had you guys not showed up, Viper would be properly contained and my dress wouldn't be ripped. I want you to feel properly guilty for ruining my dress," she said, before going inside proper. She entered her relatively spartan kitchen and started brewing tea. She waited for the hunters, before speaking. "So, I guess the first thing you should know about is Puppeteers. Remember how I said Dolls were a varied lot?" She spoke with steel in her voice, "Puppeteers are not. A doll will have as much of a fully fleshed out moral compass as a human. Puppeteers do not. They influence people and attack their hearts, turning them into monsters known as Marionettes. Marionettes are forced to watch their bodies do unspeakable acts. Marionettes are as powerful as dolls, and are similarly immune to non-nail based weaponry." Eren paused. "A marionette can be cured, however, By bringing them within an inch of death and then attempting to destroy the puppeteer that inhabited the body." Eren paused. He seemed to be turning something over in his head. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "A marionette may still be susceptible to their doll's influence after the fact, if that puppeteer is not successfully destroyed," Eren said, "But they will no longer have their marionette powers. They may manifest odd traits, like enhanced senses or an intense pain tolerance, however." He paused, "Nuul, am I glossing over anything? Do you have anything to add?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled as the boy, Leo, introduced himself and his doll. "It's very nice to meet you Leo, and you as well Masami. It's no trouble to me to have you stay here tonight, in fact I find it's a responsibility of mine to help all those who need it, so it's more of a pleasure to have you here than a hassle." Annalee glanced around the room as she said this, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to see Megumi. "Someone else here probably thinks that I'm going to get myself into a lot of trouble because of that feeling of responsibility, one day. But i'll just leave that topic with this: 'You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar'." Annalee smiled again at the two as she continued. "Speaking of honey, are either of you hungry? I'm not a fantastic cook, but I'm sure I could make something edible, like soup or oatmeal. I could get some cream for your cat too if you wish." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling took the small mirror from Ryan, finding the reflection of his own eye quickly and creating a copy of himself, which materialized from the mirror in a small ball of light. The copy looked at Ryan and began to mimic him, creating the illusion of Ryan's appearance over the surface of the copy's body. The copy stood while the real MiRRor spoke. "I will stay here with you unless it is necessary for me to go help my copy. Can I trust you to stay out of trouble if that happens?" After MiRRor finished talking, the copy spoke too, in Ryan's voice. "I'm going to confront them now. They will think I am you, and I will be able to lull them into a false sense of security because they will think they know my strengths." Next they spoke at the same time. "Do you have any changes you would like to make to this plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "I think you've forgotten the biscuits, Eren." Nuul said, floating over to the table on her Grimoire, "And you'd best set the sugar on the table for our guests as well." Of course, handling a sugar pot, tea pot, plate of biscuit and four cups would've been troublesome, but she was sure Eren could handle it. After all, dealing with a gang and the forces of darkness was probably much easier than serving tea. --- The Boy "Ah! Thank you!" He said, "But I ate just before. I'm not sure about Masami though." His stomach rumbled, but he punched himself to stop it. "Do you happen to have a bath we could use?" He asked, "This is the first time we've been able to settle for a while."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at her Master, before smiling at the person who opened the door. While Masami does not feel the need to eat, she still wants to do so. Although she thought of eating something, she decided to refrain from doing so, hopefully until the morning, when the housekeeper would possibly serve breakfast for them. I ate them just before, too. Masami smiled at the person who opened the door. Ryan Macfield "Perfect. I'll make sure to hide when bad thing happens." Ryan whispered to his real Doll, before analyzing the surroundings. He found a spot which dumb-headed people like the bullies wouldn't bother finding. He then looked to the copy of him his Doll just made. "The copy's perfect, too. No changes necessary."</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s>	<\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s>
<\|description\|>Regina Victoria Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Normally, she's not actually bareheaded. Personality: Despite overall having rather... childish likes, Regina stubbornly tries to act 'properly', both as an outstanding member of the community and for someone in her position. Whilst she's normally quite a laid back person, she gets irritable quickly if someone draws attention to her doing something 'improper' or trying to push her into doing it. This is even worse for the immediate future because of her ongoing failing. Very, very particular about telling the truth and keeping her word. Currently keeping her in a cheery catch-22 situation where she's breaking her vows one way, but would break them far worse if she were to fulfil them properly. Backstory: Orphaned at a young age, Regina was raised by a particular sect of the church that views Dolls as a terrible menace, and generally agreed with them, even more so when she joined the church proper and found that there were ways to deal with the monsters without involving even more monsters. So, more than just a church member, she was a Doll Hunter. 'Was' being the operative word, with an extremely bad situation and a moment of panic leading her to accept a bargain that should never have been struck in the first place. Now... stuck with a Doll that she can't kill, since that would put her in a much worse situation. Along with being unable to go 'home' properly for the immediate future, she's secretly hoping that something will free her from her obligations, whilst trying to keep going as normal. Skills: Though previously quite well armed, and with a 'one shot, one kill' mentality due to having quite the overdone weapon--certainly not something you'd ever want to try using without a lot of bracing--Regina has no ability to really use her shooting skills, since the weapon itself was rather thoroughly broken. She's had practice with a knife, and still has some rather... longer nails, but is herself mostly harmless to Dolls and Puppeteers alike at the moment, because only an idiot tries to use a weapon of last resort (or for finishing off anything that found itself staked in place but not dead) to attack with. At least, with her athleticism, she's got a good headstart for running away and dealing with more mundane attackers.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s>	<\|message\|>Regina Victoria The day continued to get ever stranger, as a short redhead came from nowhere to interrupt her impending demise. With relatively little space on the balcony, the creepy man was still too close for comfort... and now a Doll. To the nun, this was hardly the godsend that anyone else would be treating it as; the number of monsters she had to fight had gone up. At least this one, inexplicably huge scissors aside, would be easier to fight than the Marionette: she wasn't visually displaced from her actual location (the hand on her shoulder gave it away) and she'd hardly be expecting to be dealt with by the person she'd saved. Though maybe she'd have to let the Doll go and simply report her to the higher-ups. Even if it was a monster saving your life, betrayal was the worst crime imaginable. "Fine, kill it," Regina answered, gripping her nails tightly and mentally adding 'then leave'.</s>
<\|description\|>VV Gender: Female Appearance: "Just remember, this one is mine."(Red hair and eyes, pale skin, gold and silver scissors, red dress with black trim and frills) Personality: At first glance, VV seems rather cheerful. And this is not entirely untruthful. The Doll can be quite happy... it's just that she's also quick to anger and quick to violence, as well as rather hostile to others. At least she's usually initially friendly. However, VV is also highly possessive of her Doll Master. She dislikes letting them out of her sight and follows them practically everywhere when she can, and becomes rather irritable if they begin spending too much time alone with anyone else. VV is okay if it's multiple people, but alone? She'll be very unhappy with her Doll Master. She also has a tendency to speak rather harshly, saying things like "This is mine" in reference to her Doll Master. VV has a tendency to be overzealous in combat and possesses an aggressive fighting style. She is quite arrogant in combat, claiming that she is never going to lose. Even still, however, she can initially be friendly as long as she actually likes someone. Though if that someone starts trying to spend time alone with her Doll Master, things will rapidly go downhill. VV loves food, especially sweets(some of the neighboring countries to Saulbine have fantastic sweets, in her opinion), and has a notable interest in stuffed toys. Abilities: VV is strong enough to effortlessly wield Calamity Edge one-handed(blades shut), but she is weaker then many other physical combat Dolls. She compensates for this by being highly fast and agile, able to outpace some Dolls and Marionettes entirely. She is also less durable then other physical combat Dolls, though she is still far more durable then a human being and is invulnerable to nearly all mundane weaponry like all Dolls. Weapons: Duality of Laceration: Calamity Edge - VV wields a giant pair of shears, as long as she is tall(about 5'1). The handle is a gleaming gold, and the blades an equally shining silver. Held shut, Calamity Edge acts as an effective sword, capable of cutting and parrying. However, when she uses both hands to fight with them open, the razor-sharp blades can slice through nearly anything. Even shut, the shears are capable of cutting solid stone like butter, and even effortlessly shearing through metal. When opened, Calamity Edge's true power shines. The shears are capable of cutting even the intangible, such as Dolls who have hidden themselves from existence. However, as VV cannot see the invisible, she requires some idea of where they are located to do such a thing. VV also states that the more power she gets, the more Calamity Edge will be capable of. Misc: VV has an "older sister", /\/\(pronounced AA).</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria The day continued to get ever stranger, as a short redhead came from nowhere to interrupt her impending demise. With relatively little space on the balcony, the creepy man was still too close for comfort... and now a Doll. To the nun, this was hardly the godsend that anyone else would be treating it as; the number of monsters she had to fight had gone up. At least this one, inexplicably huge scissors aside, would be easier to fight than the Marionette: she wasn't visually displaced from her actual location (the hand on her shoulder gave it away) and she'd hardly be expecting to be dealt with by the person she'd saved. Though maybe she'd have to let the Doll go and simply report her to the higher-ups. Even if it was a monster saving your life, betrayal was the worst crime imaginable. "Fine, kill it," Regina answered, gripping her nails tightly and mentally adding 'then leave'.</s>	<\|message\|>VV The moment the words left the nun's mouth, VV's lips spread into a wide grin. She let out a small laugh. There it was. The completion of their deal. The seal that would confirm the nun's nature as her anchor. Now, they had forged a contract that could not be broken, at least not without certain extreme circumstances being met. VV was in the human world, and she knew there was nothing that could take her out. "Contract accepted." The Marionette had evidently gotten over his shock, one fist lunging towards her, towards her at an impossible angle. That wasn't right at all...! It was then when she noticed, the coiling shadow that was the Puppeteer wasn't inside the man's body, but to the side, to the right of him. So that was it... Moments before the fist could connect, VV's fist lashed out! It struck the air beside the Marionette's head, and there was an ugly crack as the image of his body snapped to the side, relocating to its appropriate location. He reeled back, clutching his nose as he fell backwards, toppling off the balcony and to the ground below. He hit the ground with a thud below. Idiot. Didn't he know anything about dealing with Dolls? Placing one foot on the railing, VV looked back over her shoulder at the nun. "Now don't do anything stupid." With that, she sprang off of the railing, landing boots-first below on the cobblestones. They cracked beneath her from the impact, dislodged and kicked into the air, several cobblestones clattering across the ground as she straightened. The Marionette was back on his feet already, both eyes fixed firmly on her. His body was already to the right of the shadow within again. Placing one hand on her hip, VV laughed. "Really?!" she began, "Do you seriously think that's going to work? I can see you inside him. Twisting around like the parasite you are. You can't solve that, can you?" The Marionette's hands clenched into fists. "Doll... I'll butcher you and that bitch!" "Pffftahahahaha wow, you're funny," VV wiped a mock tear from one eye. This idiot seriously thought he had a chance? That parasite was going to learn a whole new world of knowledge in a few moments. Well, before dying. "But there's no more time to mess around. Come on out, Calamity Edge!" VV outstretched her right hand. The air seemed to warp and distort, as red sparks materialized from nothing and gathered in her palm. With a flash, an immense pair of gold-and-silver shears had formed. The center of the handles was held tight, shut so that each blade formed a single double-edged sword. The metal hissed as VV swung it into the air, red sparks still raining down from the pristine metal that composed the massive shears. There was no further hesitation, VV's crimson-clad body blurred as she suddenly charged towards the Marionette! The sheer speed, the speed of a Doll and even moreso, dislodged cobblestones from the ground with each step. The Marionette attempted to use his distorted image, pushing himself to the side harder than before, but really it was useless. VV's free hand latched out and caught his shoulder with an ugly crack. Well, something near it. It was hard to tell where it had hit, but wherever it was had sent the bastard stumbling! She wouldn't use Calamity Edge to inflict lethal injury, especially not now. Not until her real target was exposed. The red-headed Doll's hand blurred, and with a thunk slammed directly into the spot that was occupied by the Puppeteer. The Marionette let out a stranged cry of shock as his image once again returned to its proper place, and it was now clear what was going on. VV was reaching inside, a shimmering light around her wrist as her arm sunk in deeper, grabbing for her target. The parasite was about to get just what it deserved! There was a hiss of metal through the air, and VV barely snapped Calamity Edge up in time to deflect it. It was, apparently, the Marionette's hand, reshaped into a metallic blade. He was already preparing to lash out again, but... "There. I've got you now, bastard!" VV's fingers wrapped around the coiling darkness and began to draw it free. The Marionette's hand returned to normal and he staggered, letting out a gurgle as VV began to pull the parasite from his body. Finally, his eyes glazed over as he passed out, his body going slack. VV wrenched the monster free as he collapsed, and tossed it down onto the cobblestones! It was human-like in shape,though it lacked most features beyond eyes and pale skin... and its hands were simply sharp edges. No wonder it had wanted a human body so badly. She could already see its shape shimmering! But it was disoriented, she wouldn't let it get away! Calamity Edge slammed downwards. There was a wet thunk, then a crunch as it pierced all the way through and cut into the stone below. The Puppeteer's body ceased to shimmer and returned to its natural place as blood sprayed from its chest, splattering across VV's clothing and across the ground. "Like I said, not your lucky day, is it?" she commented as she drew Calamity Edge from his body. The shears faded into red sparks as she straightened, standing over the monster. The parasite's body went limp, collapsing onto the ground as blood continued to spray from it, coating the red-headed Doll. But it was starting to vanish, the blood seeming to seep into the girl's body. Indeed, the body was dissipating into a red mist too... all of it flowing into VV. Soon, the blood, and the corpse, was gone, the only remains of a battle being the unconscious former Marionette and the damaged cobblestones. "Sheesh, he wasn't even very filling," VV stretched, "Oh well, he's dead now."</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria This was, the blonde nun had to admit, not how she had been expecting the fight to go in the least. The Puppeteer had looked like an easy mark, paying no attention as she took aim from a balcony. Taking down a creature of habit that chose to walk the exact same route every day was pretty trivial, given her skill set. She'd been in position, hefted the baroque masterpiece that was her primary weapon-- --and watched the spike of metal appear to pierce right through the target, only to slam unimpeded into the pavement. Things had promptly gone quite downhill from there, with her gun being smashed, fine mechanisms unable to take the impact as it (she refused to think of one of those things as 'He') joined her on the balcony. Given her quite fragile position, reduced to holding two knives as a supernatural entity moved in for the kill, it was inevitable. She wasn't trained for this, or as insane as her direct superior to rely on skill to try and do the impossible. The monster inside that person was going to kill her, and at best she'd inconvenience it a little.</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah The Transient Princess --- The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway. Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time? She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen. By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her. "Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry." Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her. Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her. Ein Ferah --- "GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!" The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity. "Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?" A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...! And then came the click of the triggers.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV There! The brilliant red sliced through the darkness. It knitted and weaved itself into a shape, a perfect circle, layering upon itself and filled with a kaleidoscope of rotating designs and shapes. This alone gave the monster on the balcony pause. A hand reached from the middle of the circle, the air rippling around it as it latched onto the nun's shoulder. VV used this. Her anchor's shoulder... Her Doll Master's shoulder. She pulled herself through, stepping onto the pristine white stone that composed the platform. Well, it sure wouldn't be pristine for long. The Marionette, grinning as he was, about to enjoy a new victim, faltered, stepping away from her. "Y-you're..." he trailed off, eyes wide in shock as VV straightened, releasing her anchor's shoulder as she stared him down. Heh, it was pretty clear this had been the last thing the monster had expected. She could even see it, not its form, but the coiling shadow within the Marionette. The vile thing that had emerged from beyond to take control of the man before her. "Oi oi..." VV began, brushing her crimson hair back, one eye open and fixed on the Marionette as she inclined her head to the side. Straightening, she opened both eyes and took a step towards him, "Tch... it's not your lucky day, is it?" The Marionette was, for a moment, too stunned to do anything. The emergence of a Doll was clearly the last thing he had expected, and that thought brought a smile to VV's lips. Now it was time to seal the deal. Grabbing her anchor's shoulder, she hauled the nun to her feet, then pushed her back. "I'll handle this, alright?" --- Cynthia Lee All Cynthia could do was tremble in terror as the man came closer, and closer, and closer... She shuffled back on her rear, trying to get away and escape from him, but somehow it was just so difficult to do so. Something made her limbs feel like lead, as her heart hammered in her tiny chest and the man raised one cold, clammy hand... and then she appeared. A woman in white, descending from the sky so suddenly, and landing on the horrible man! Cynthia could see how she landed and kicked off of him, and watched him it the ground with a loud crack, the cobblestones fracturing from the impact. For a moment he lay there, quiet, a wound in his back from where the woman's heel had struck him... And now the woman was offering to help her... to... to play? Adults didn't usually talk like that, but right now Cynthia didn't care. She'd knocked that man down so fast, and he'd been so terrible... The girl had no idea why she was being called Alice, but that was another thing that didn't matter right now. This woman had just saved her life, just like that! Trembling, she raised her hand, her small fingers wrapping around the woman's as she managed to work up a reply. "Th... th-that was amazing!" No sooner then she had said that then the man began to rise. The injury in his back had sealed by this point... and there was a twisting darkness within him, though that was not something Cynthia could see. All she could see was the misty breath leaving his mouth, as if it was a cold day... and that his eyes had gone completely white. And in spite of this terrible change... something told Cynthia that he was afraid. She could see it, his body shaking... "D... Doll..." the man choked out as he rose. "Something like you... here... you...!"</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The train whistle blew as the locomotive screeched and halted in its tracks, and spilled its insides of travellers and businessmen, only to suck in another batch of people. From one of the carts appeared a man with a mission; to purify the city of Saulbine from the corruption that has taken hold of it, like a vampire drawing blood from innocent virgins. Gerhman Steinback walked out of the train station and took a cab to the city's center square. The suitcase he used to carry his weapons inside was stuffed into the storage compartment while he sat in the back seat, looking over the notes he had made. He had a habit of travelling from city to city, purging any presence of the vile Dolls he could find before setting out again, for virtue does not reward the idle. During his travels, he came across a number of news clippings and witness testimonies of a certain man seen acting strange and sometimes even violent, but was unable to be apprehended or escaped; seems like he had built a reputation of weirdness for himself. From what he has studied them Gehrman knew that a Doll had to be the cause for these incidents. He doublechecked the name of the person who has led him into Saulbine in search of victims to the venomous allure of the Dolls, and the monsters fro him to wipe off from the face of the earth. "Eren Deville...soon you will be released from your torment, as Yhar'gul was liberated from his prison of flesh."</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The woman who answered the door seemed very strange, Gehrman noted. However, in his line of work that was not so unnatural, seeing as he often had to contend with people either brainwashed into servitude by Dolls, or struggling with their situation. Noting how Deville seemed to be out of the house, he still had to check the household for any clues to his whereabouts. "Your master has become possessed by a demon, and this house could hold traces of its corruptive influence. Stand aside lady, and let me investigate the house."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami sat on her ring, as she just "acquired" some food, from somewhere to serve her Doll Master, which is suffering from amnesia and doesn't have anywhere to sleep, so she needs to cater to him in order to stay alive. As Masami hovers through Saulbine on her ring, while hiding herself from existence. finds a lonely boy, snuggling his white-furred cat sitting with his back on a wall. She stops hiding herself, putting her large ring on back of her before approaching the boy with the food. She put the food in front of the boy, then gently tapped him. "I'm back, with some food. I'm not gonna tell you where I got it, but I'm mostly sure this is enough to keep you and your cat alive." Ryan Macfield "The bullies didn't stop, and I don't know how could I stop them..." Ryan spoke to his Doll, which just materialized from one of the many mirrors. Ryan was almost crying, with a sign of anger on his face. "They must be punished, no matter how." he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Mathew Mathew sighed. "I suppose it's at least going to a somewhat good cause. But will you at least try to avoid fights in the future?" Mathew gestured at the one man he'd knocked out. "That man is going to have a splitting head ache when he wakes up. And honestly the guilt of that may or may not have ruined my whole day. But yes, homeward bound I suppose. I'll just stop existing for a bit and follow you. Remember that I AM watching though, Alex!" Alex waggled his finger as if he was scolding a child, before melding into the earth. This was mostly just a visual effect. In truth, he had melded partially outside of reality, as all dolls could. He wished he could just walk the streets, but sadly, his appearance was horrifying to most humans. Oh well. Once they got back he could probably feed some of the stray cats that hung out in a nearby alley way. That would boost his mood. Eren Deville "Ah, I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you inside without proper identification. Why, the other day, silly me, I let this one man claiming to be a cop into the house. He made off with a small amount of cash. The boss never noticed, luckily, or, why, I might have gotten sacked!" Eren was making up Cathy's characterization in his head as he went. He always was good at acting and lying on the fly. So far, he figured Cathy would be a ditzy type, but pleasant. Cathy would also be quite expressive, so Eren added slightly excessive body language to his speech. He figured that if this man insisted on trying to come in, then he'd slam the door and grab his pistol from the kitchen table. He didn't like the idea of contending with a dollhunter when he'd already taken a beating from Viper, but he was ready to fight, in a dress if need be.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was starting to become annoyed by the woman's refusal to grant him passage, and thought of checking through the house later. He had better ways to waste his time with than to stand there and argue. For all he knew, his target could be right now somewhere in the city causing havoc using Deville. "Fine, just tell me where he went."</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand what had happened. One moment, she had been in front of the horrible man threatening to eat her(which was at once scary and kind of a weird threat. She thought that sort of thing was a joke, not anything real adults said... maybe it was because he was a Puppet?) and the next moment she was behind him, as he clawed into a shield. The man let out a cry of rage and pain as the strange figures cut into him, and then the Doll's hand suddenly drove inside his body. There was a spray of mist, even as the rest of his wounds knitted themselves back together, and light shimmering around the Doll's wrist. The man struggled, but as her grip found the Puppeteer he went still. The mist drew back inside the man's body as he lost consciousness, and from him was drawn a strange creature. It appeared to be made of crystal, with vapors pouring from its body and log, clawed hands, full of sharp angles. "Grr... D-Doll..." the spire that was the Puppeteer's head swung open to reveal rows of crystal teeth.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz MiRRor (Ashling) "So, revenge then?" Ashling saw the emotions on his master's face, and recognized the tone in his voice. "Don't you start crying. Anger is better for revenge, then the sadness may come later." Ashling himself never pondered over the irony that was him speaking about emotions, but not having any of his own. Except anger, that is. "I don't like it when you cry either though. I suppose if I have to stick around you all the time I'd prefer if you were in a good mood." Ashling attempted a casual smile, something he'd been practicing lately, but decided to quit after a second. "Any ideas for a plan yet?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He looked up to see the doll. Masami had returned! "Ah..." He said. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn. "Thank you." He took the bread and cheese that she had put in front of him and put them in his lap, before reaching out for the tin of sardines. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a simple tin opener and proceeded to open the can. He placed it next to him on the ground and his cat jumped from his lap and started eating with gusto. He watched for a couple of seconds, before starting on his bread and cheese. It wasn't exactly roast, but he couldn't complain. He had very little as it was, he needed all he could get. Although there was nothing stopping him from staying in one place and getting some money, he didn't want to. He'd felt that he was getting closer to finding out about himself the farther they had travelled, but now he felt it might be okay. He felt like the answer was somewhere in Saulbine. "Do you think we'll find anything here, Masami?" He asked the doll, "I feel like we will." --- Nuul "The Pursuers are the souls of the dead." She whispered in his ear, "They will not stop until there are none who live." Perhaps it would have been hard to hear a whisper over your own screams, but she doubted he wouldn't hear her whispers. She floated behind him, a shadowy spectre in the maelstrom of his nightmare. "Submit to me, and you may live." She said. "YOU, CRAZY BITCH!" His arm whipped back and he tried to stab her with his knife, hard as it was with his body being torn apart by the fangs of the Pursuers. The knife plunged into empty air, the shadow flowed around him, apppearing in front of him. "The Pursuers have caught the scent of your blood, they will never stop while you remain alive." At those words, the Pursuers finally caught the rest of her unfortunate victim's flailing limbs. The knife dropped out of his hand and fell away into the abyss. "This is your final chance, if you do not submit, you will be torn apart." "GO. TO. HELL!" He spat. "How unfortunate." She said with a disinterested tone, "Hm, perhaps I'll see you there." At that, the pursuer's were free to tear him apart. As she watched, the worms tugged at his limbs, slowly but surely starting to separate them from his body. "AAAAAARRRRGGHHHHH!" He screamed as his limbs were torn from his body. But of course, Nuul never let it get that far. She had banished the Pursuers before they had even started doing any serious damage. The thug was on the floor, eyes rolled back into his head, screaming at nothing at all. "A perfect success." She said, her mouth curling into an evil smirk.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "My, my, what do we have here?" Nuul said. Her voice seemed to come from empty air, but there was no trace of her in the room. Suddenly, the air seemed to fracture above the chair in which Eren was hiding behind. A large rift from the floor to the ceiling opened in the air as the Pursuers surged through it, but they curled around and and twisted sideways, positioning themselves into what appeared to be a staircase. Nuul stepped out from the rift, descending the staircase made by the Pursuers. "Have we all forgotten our manners in this day and age?" Her Grimoire floated beside her, she didn't need it right now. As her feet touched the wooden floor, the Pursuers returned through the rift as it closed. "Surely we are all civilized beings, why all this commotion?" She said, as she sat down on the chair. "The master of the house is absent, what is it that you desire?" --- The Boy He nodded at the doll's answer, satisfied with what she said. He finished his bread and cheese, and his cat finished its sardines at the same time. He got up and dusted himself off and his cat meowed happily beside him. "It looks like we might still have some time." He said to the doll, his confidence returning. "Why don't we find somewhere to stay for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Mathew Mathew remanifested in the apartment, forming into a medium height humanoid thing with no face and long, spindly arms and fingers. "This place could use some tidying up, Alex," he scolded, before looking at the money Alex set aside. "I may not quite approve of how you got a hold of it, but I do want you to know I'm proud of you for helping the church. Now, I'm going to make dinner. How does rhubarb pie sound for desert?" The shambling, faceless horror that was Mathew tied on an apron and washed its hands in the sink, before it began cooking. More arms sprouted out of his body, before washing their respective hands and handling multiple jobs at once. Eren Eren hesitated, before sighing. "No, they weren't clear, at all. I thought you were talking about the Hunter," Eren whispered, before setting off for the basement. It irked her how terrible she was at working with her doll. She wished she'd not been forced into such a partnership. But then, if she hadn't met Nuul, she would have been killed by those dollhunters when she was a marionette. What especially irritated her was that neither of them truly trusted the other. From what Eren knew, doll and master were supposed to be friends, at least. But Nuul, Eren just saw the doll as an asset, and an irritation. Eren's feelings about Nuul were a mixed up conviction of resentment, fear, irritation, fondness and bitterness. Well, however she felt about the doll, she had to work with her. Eren stepped into the basement, and saw Viper. The thug was on the ground, arms around his knees, breathing heavily. "Viper," Eren said, "Are you ready to talk?" Viper looked at him, blinking, as if surprised. "I..." Eren waited for him to continue, before shrugging. "It doesn't matter, for now, come with me." Eren went back upstairs, Viper in tow. Eren stepped quietly along the wall to her room, then opened the window. For some reason, without explanation, Viper was complying. He followed her out of the window. Eren thought for a moment. She could take Viper to her father's, but that would put Dad at risk. She could use one of the abandoned warehouses nearby, but then how would she properly secure her prisoner in so short a time. Maybe she cou- She felt hands wrapping around her throat before slamming her face first into a wall. Eren winced in pain, before biting down on her enemy's hand as hard as she could. He cried out in pain, and Eren followed it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Viper responded with one intense punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Eren's stomach, before lifting the detective and tossing her into the wall. Eren fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Viper grabbed her by the throat amd lifted her. he is yet to awaken... Eren cursed her own thoughtlessness. Nuul had said he was ready to talk, and yet he'd been close lipped. Nuul had said he was unconscious, and Eren had disregarded that when she saw him awake. Eren had made stupid mistakes by ignoring her partner and not trusting her. Perhaps... No. Eren kicked Viper in the face hard, once, twice, three times. Viper became more and more dazed each time. Finally, Eren slammed her foot into his temple and he dropped. Eren drew her pistol and aimed it at Viper. Eren had always done best on her own. She wasn't going to reduce herself to bring some demonic lawyer's pet human. She would not rely on Nuul. The man returned to consciousness quickly, eyes glowing yellow a moment. "Tell me all that you know if you want to live," Eren said. "O-okay, fine. Just please let the nightmares end," Viper said. Eren knew she had limited time. If Nuul could defeat the dollhunter, that would be great. But if the dollhunter managed to escape, he could come across Eren. As she was, there was no way she could face a dollhunter. Hell, Viper could have killed her had he any skill to match his supernatural strength. "Where can I find him?" Eren said. "At this pub, the Alabastor Python. The bartender keeps an extra room for us. That's where I report my goings about,and where Mr. White, where he...where he..." Viper looked at his hands. "Where he made me a god," Viper said, suddenly grinning. "Speaking of which, what are you?" Eren said. "The future," Viper said, before standing up. "Don't move or I will blow your fucking brains out," Eren said, cold and calm. Viper began laughing, then stepped toward Eren. Eren fired into the man's skull, and he collapsed. "...well, I have a location," Eren sighed, climbing back through her window. "The trail's not cold yet..."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback After a long time of staying in cover and observing the beams that the Doll launched, Gehrman came to a conclusion: the doll was stalling him, for reasons unknown. It came apparent in the entity's never-ending barrage of attacks, and also at the fact the demon didn't do anything else but stay vigilant towards the door, even though it could have retreated or advanced if it wanted to. Gehrman realized he had to act now, or whatever the doll was planning would come to fruition, and looking at his opponent, he imagined it wasn't anything that could benefit humanity in any form. He relocked his Nail Driver and placed his bandaged hand over it for a moment as he inspected it. This may only have the slightest chance of succeeding, but it is one I must take! Fortune favors the bold, and the Eye of Infinity watches those who see with clarity. With conviction in his heart, he charged forward, using the large weapon as a shield, hoping it would protect him long enough for him to get into close proximity to the doll. He actually succeeded in dodging some of the beams that were shot at him purely due to the trained reflexes he's attained over years of combat against otherworldly creatures like these. However, he knew his weapon would become soon broken by all the blasts it now absorbed, and so he took a jump towards the living room. It was there when he heard a loud gunshot coming from the backyard. Gehrman thought that whatever the Doll was trying to hide must be there, and so he jumped out the window and headed there. He found the still warm corpse of a man, and cursed his lateness. He shouted: "Curse you! As a vanquisher of dolls, I will exact justice upon you!"</s>
<\|description\|>Gehrman Steinback Group: Doll Hunter Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style. Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them. This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice. Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart. Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s>	<\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Gnomala Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Here. Personality: Always kind and pleasant on the outside. If he sees a poor unfortunate soul having trouble of some sort, he won't hesitate to help. He talks about God quite a bit, saying that He is always watching and will take care of those He loves. He can be quite charismatic, However, despite being a priest, even he has a few guilty pleasures. There have been rumors that he is a pervert who likes to feel up women, although that has never been proven to be true (mainly because Alexander makes sure no one sees it happening when he does it). He is also sometimes seen gambling, and is quite good at it too, able to maintain a smiling poker face while bluffing his opponents down to their underwear. Backstory: Alexander was born in quite a religious family who expected their son to follow in their footsteps. In other words, do exactly as they said and never talk back. Even the slightest mistake resulted in a smack on the hand with a wooden stick. Alexander then made a few "friends" who taught him some tips and tricks for certain unethical purposes. Alexander practiced them a few times and found that he was rather good at them. During the day he would obey his parents' every word, at night he would sneak out a window and hang out with his friends. This continued for many months, until his parents found out about it and disowned him. Fortunately, Alexander was lucky and was taken in by the local church, where he lived for the rest of his life until he turned 18, from there renting an apartment while still working at the church as a priest. Skills: Calm: Alexander is able to stay calm when others would have freaked out and panicked. Silver tounge: Alexander can make almost anything he says sound like the truth. As one would expect, though, this takes a lot of quick thinking and clever words. Smooth hands: Alexander has a lot of practice with his hands, whether it be pickpocketing someone, feeling up a girl's behind, or other such tricks. Cheating: what kind of gambler would Alexander be if he didn't know how to cheat? Whether it be with cards, chips, or what not, Alexander has quite a bit of experience with it. Fist fighting: let's just say he has gotten into a bit of trouble with his cheating ways, as well as dealing with drunkards, and had to learn how to fend off would be attackers. Name: Megumi Gender: Female Appearance: Here. Personality: Always serious about everything. She has no sense of humor and will not hesitate to strike down someone she doesn't like. Megumi is almost always silent, apart from short replies and various short sounds. However, she is not without kindness, although it takes quite a bit for her to reveal it. Abilities: Observational: Megumi has far better sight than a human could ever hope to have without the aid of vision enhancements. She can also see with the use of both night and thermal vision. Speed: Megumi is, of course, also faster than any normal human could hope to achieve. This includes reflexes as well. Cloaking: Megumi is capable of turning invisible. Other forms of vision such as thermal are incapable of detecting her as well. Also, while not related to her ability yet also worth mentioning, she is silent enough to escape the detection of human ears. Acrobatics: self-explanatory. Poison: her weapons are coated with poison. Effects of the poison are slowed reflexes, blurred vision, increased fatigue, and enhanced pain sensitivity. Just the kind of stuff that makes you wish you were dead. Effects will wear off after about 5 minutes. Weapons: -A pair of short swords. -A seemingly endless amount of kunai and shuriken.</s> <\|message\|>Ein Ferah The Transient Princess --- The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway. Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time? She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen. By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her. "Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry." Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her. Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her. Ein Ferah --- "GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!" The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity. "Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?" A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...! And then came the click of the triggers.</s> <\|message\|>VV VV There! The brilliant red sliced through the darkness. It knitted and weaved itself into a shape, a perfect circle, layering upon itself and filled with a kaleidoscope of rotating designs and shapes. This alone gave the monster on the balcony pause. A hand reached from the middle of the circle, the air rippling around it as it latched onto the nun's shoulder. VV used this. Her anchor's shoulder... Her Doll Master's shoulder. She pulled herself through, stepping onto the pristine white stone that composed the platform. Well, it sure wouldn't be pristine for long. The Marionette, grinning as he was, about to enjoy a new victim, faltered, stepping away from her. "Y-you're..." he trailed off, eyes wide in shock as VV straightened, releasing her anchor's shoulder as she stared him down. Heh, it was pretty clear this had been the last thing the monster had expected. She could even see it, not its form, but the coiling shadow within the Marionette. The vile thing that had emerged from beyond to take control of the man before her. "Oi oi..." VV began, brushing her crimson hair back, one eye open and fixed on the Marionette as she inclined her head to the side. Straightening, she opened both eyes and took a step towards him, "Tch... it's not your lucky day, is it?" The Marionette was, for a moment, too stunned to do anything. The emergence of a Doll was clearly the last thing he had expected, and that thought brought a smile to VV's lips. Now it was time to seal the deal. Grabbing her anchor's shoulder, she hauled the nun to her feet, then pushed her back. "I'll handle this, alright?" --- Cynthia Lee All Cynthia could do was tremble in terror as the man came closer, and closer, and closer... She shuffled back on her rear, trying to get away and escape from him, but somehow it was just so difficult to do so. Something made her limbs feel like lead, as her heart hammered in her tiny chest and the man raised one cold, clammy hand... and then she appeared. A woman in white, descending from the sky so suddenly, and landing on the horrible man! Cynthia could see how she landed and kicked off of him, and watched him it the ground with a loud crack, the cobblestones fracturing from the impact. For a moment he lay there, quiet, a wound in his back from where the woman's heel had struck him... And now the woman was offering to help her... to... to play? Adults didn't usually talk like that, but right now Cynthia didn't care. She'd knocked that man down so fast, and he'd been so terrible... The girl had no idea why she was being called Alice, but that was another thing that didn't matter right now. This woman had just saved her life, just like that! Trembling, she raised her hand, her small fingers wrapping around the woman's as she managed to work up a reply. "Th... th-that was amazing!" No sooner then she had said that then the man began to rise. The injury in his back had sealed by this point... and there was a twisting darkness within him, though that was not something Cynthia could see. All she could see was the misty breath leaving his mouth, as if it was a cold day... and that his eyes had gone completely white. And in spite of this terrible change... something told Cynthia that he was afraid. She could see it, his body shaking... "D... Doll..." the man choked out as he rose. "Something like you... here... you...!"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The train whistle blew as the locomotive screeched and halted in its tracks, and spilled its insides of travellers and businessmen, only to suck in another batch of people. From one of the carts appeared a man with a mission; to purify the city of Saulbine from the corruption that has taken hold of it, like a vampire drawing blood from innocent virgins. Gerhman Steinback walked out of the train station and took a cab to the city's center square. The suitcase he used to carry his weapons inside was stuffed into the storage compartment while he sat in the back seat, looking over the notes he had made. He had a habit of travelling from city to city, purging any presence of the vile Dolls he could find before setting out again, for virtue does not reward the idle. During his travels, he came across a number of news clippings and witness testimonies of a certain man seen acting strange and sometimes even violent, but was unable to be apprehended or escaped; seems like he had built a reputation of weirdness for himself. From what he has studied them Gehrman knew that a Doll had to be the cause for these incidents. He doublechecked the name of the person who has led him into Saulbine in search of victims to the venomous allure of the Dolls, and the monsters fro him to wipe off from the face of the earth. "Eren Deville...soon you will be released from your torment, as Yhar'gul was liberated from his prison of flesh."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander smiled happily as he walked down the street. Another great gambling run in Blackjack and Poker. Plenty of great hands, and successful bluffs when the hands were bad. He had also managed to quit while he was ahead, and left with a lot of people's money. As he was walking, however, a group of five guys quickly surrounded him. Alexander recognized most of them as the people he beat the pants off of in the casino. It seemed like these guys didn't take kindly to his money-making ways. "You're in trouble now, funny man," one of them said. "Give us back our money, and maybe no one gets hurt." At that moment, all of them began taking out small knives and shanks from within their clothing. Alexander sighed. At least one person was going to get hurt indeed. "You mean... this money?" Alexander asked as he pulled out a small wad of cash and threw it into the air. The thugs looked up, distracted by the scattering bills, and Alexander lashed out at one of the men, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards. The men quickly realized what had happened, but Alexander was quicker and punched another guy in the face, knocking him down to the ground. The men were not so easily beaten, though, and managed to hold him at knifepoint while they began collecting the money Alexander had scattered. Alexander, however, was not worried. If anything, he looked like he still had the advantage. Perhaps it was time he got a special friend of his to help out.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Gnomala Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Here. Personality: Always kind and pleasant on the outside. If he sees a poor unfortunate soul having trouble of some sort, he won't hesitate to help. He talks about God quite a bit, saying that He is always watching and will take care of those He loves. He can be quite charismatic, However, despite being a priest, even he has a few guilty pleasures. There have been rumors that he is a pervert who likes to feel up women, although that has never been proven to be true (mainly because Alexander makes sure no one sees it happening when he does it). He is also sometimes seen gambling, and is quite good at it too, able to maintain a smiling poker face while bluffing his opponents down to their underwear. Backstory: Alexander was born in quite a religious family who expected their son to follow in their footsteps. In other words, do exactly as they said and never talk back. Even the slightest mistake resulted in a smack on the hand with a wooden stick. Alexander then made a few "friends" who taught him some tips and tricks for certain unethical purposes. Alexander practiced them a few times and found that he was rather good at them. During the day he would obey his parents' every word, at night he would sneak out a window and hang out with his friends. This continued for many months, until his parents found out about it and disowned him. Fortunately, Alexander was lucky and was taken in by the local church, where he lived for the rest of his life until he turned 18, from there renting an apartment while still working at the church as a priest. Skills: Calm: Alexander is able to stay calm when others would have freaked out and panicked. Silver tounge: Alexander can make almost anything he says sound like the truth. As one would expect, though, this takes a lot of quick thinking and clever words. Smooth hands: Alexander has a lot of practice with his hands, whether it be pickpocketing someone, feeling up a girl's behind, or other such tricks. Cheating: what kind of gambler would Alexander be if he didn't know how to cheat? Whether it be with cards, chips, or what not, Alexander has quite a bit of experience with it. Fist fighting: let's just say he has gotten into a bit of trouble with his cheating ways, as well as dealing with drunkards, and had to learn how to fend off would be attackers. Name: Megumi Gender: Female Appearance: Here. Personality: Always serious about everything. She has no sense of humor and will not hesitate to strike down someone she doesn't like. Megumi is almost always silent, apart from short replies and various short sounds. However, she is not without kindness, although it takes quite a bit for her to reveal it. Abilities: Observational: Megumi has far better sight than a human could ever hope to have without the aid of vision enhancements. She can also see with the use of both night and thermal vision. Speed: Megumi is, of course, also faster than any normal human could hope to achieve. This includes reflexes as well. Cloaking: Megumi is capable of turning invisible. Other forms of vision such as thermal are incapable of detecting her as well. Also, while not related to her ability yet also worth mentioning, she is silent enough to escape the detection of human ears. Acrobatics: self-explanatory. Poison: her weapons are coated with poison. Effects of the poison are slowed reflexes, blurred vision, increased fatigue, and enhanced pain sensitivity. Just the kind of stuff that makes you wish you were dead. Effects will wear off after about 5 minutes. Weapons: -A pair of short swords. -A seemingly endless amount of kunai and shuriken.</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s>
<\|description\|>Eren "E" Deville Also known as "The Perfect Doll" Age:19 Gender:E Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at her Master, before smiling at the person who opened the door. While Masami does not feel the need to eat, she still wants to do so. Although she thought of eating something, she decided to refrain from doing so, hopefully until the morning, when the housekeeper would possibly serve breakfast for them. I ate them just before, too. Masami smiled at the person who opened the door. Ryan Macfield "Perfect. I'll make sure to hide when bad thing happens." Ryan whispered to his real Doll, before analyzing the surroundings. He found a spot which dumb-headed people like the bullies wouldn't bother finding. He then looked to the copy of him his Doll just made. "The copy's perfect, too. No changes necessary."</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s>	<\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s>
<\|description\|>Nuul Gender: Female Appearance: "Do you want to make a pact?" Personality: Nuul is rather aloof and condescending as a doll, and more so because of her power. She believes herself to always be the master, and only ever grudgingly admit that she does have to serve a doll master to really do anything. She hates being forced to do anything unless it has incentive, her reasoning being "If they're willing to give me something I want, that means they acknowledge my power." Abilities: The pact - Nuul has the ability to take anything sacrificed to her and turn it into power. All sacrifices have a value, and that value can be turned into whatever she wishes. If the sacrifices are small, then the power is usually only temporary but for something like a human sacrifice, they can be permanent. The sacrifices scale upwards harshly past small immediate boosts, but the size of sacrifices can be decreased somewhat if you choose to suffer after-effects instead. Demon Master: Nuul can create a variety of 'demons' to do her bidding. They're not exactly real demons, but instead are sort of more like a part of her. She creates the 'demons' using sacrifices and their power is again proportional to the sacrifice itself. Unlike The Pact however, the sacrifice cannot be lessened through the use of after-effects because there are none on the summoner. Instead, the sacrifice can only be lessened by weakening the demons in some way or another. Weapons: Tome of the Pact: Grimoire Nuul - The Tome of the Pact is a large black-steel bound book which is about 2 feet lengthways, 1 foot in width and about 10 cm in width. Nuul can control the Grimoire freely, as in she can move it however she wants. Mainly she just sets it to hover and sits on it as she travels as she doesn't want to touch the ground. The Grimoire contains all of the contracts she has between her and whoever wanted them, as well as a page for each of the demons she has made. Each contract erases itself when the price has been paid. Temporary contracts are also written into the Grimoire and do not fade until the price has been paid. In this way, you could essentially pre-order a pact because the Grimoire is really mainly for book-keeping (eh? eh?). If you were to destroy the Grimoire, then all her contracts would go up in smoke, but good luck with that. Those pages ain't burning for anything less than the strongest fires of hell(not that there is one), and the bindings ain't gonna give unless the sky falls onto it. Because of its durability, she can use the book as a shield if she wants to. Misc: Nuul can hover on her own if she really wanted to. Name: ??? Age: ??? looks about 10-12 Gender: Male Appearance: His clothes are somewhat dirty, as if he's been travelling for a while. He also has a coat that is a too large for him and drags along behind him as he walks. He also usually carries his cat around, as it comforts him. The cat is an ordinary white cat with mismatched eyes. Personality: His personality could be mostly summed up with the word 'confused'. He has no memories of much of the world, so he is constantly discovering new things and becoming confused when he discovers weird things. Besides that, he is rather normal for a boy his 'age' but he can be rather shy when interacting with people that look like they have a higher status than he does. Backstory: One day he woke up sitting in an alleyway with no memories and a white cat in his arms. He had no idea what he was doing there or why he had the cat. Everything in the world was alien to him except for the cat in his arms. He knew he had memories, and now they were gone, and he has been trying to find them ever since. Skills: Running and hiding.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s>	<\|message\|>Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s> <\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s>
<\|description\|>Annalee Diaz Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: She is sweet and kind to everyone she meets, and is a very good friend. She gets scared easily, and will try to hide it. She acts strong for those around her, but because of this she knows that only the ones who see through her charade are her true friends, and it makes her sad to know this because of how little people ever do. Backstory: She's had a happy, but simple life so far. Her mother is a nurse, and her father a lawyer. she has a little brother named Lucas, and an older brother named Kato. Kato is in college, so he's not around very much, while her younger brother is still in elementary school. One day, her family got into an accident, where Annalee her brother Lucas and her father were all injured, Annalee the least of them. A year later, her brother is fully recovered, and her father is forever paralyzed from the waist down. During the time right after it happened, when no one was sure about whether he would live or die, that was when she met her doll, as she was grief-stricken and kept blaming herself for the accident. Skills: Because of her mom's occupation as a nurse she knows advanced first-aid and CPR, and she knows stuff about herbal remedies and edible plants too. Name: MiRRor, Ashling Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: A being pretty much devoid of all emotion, MiRRor only shows who he truly is when he sings from his heart. He is apathetic to most things, and unusually calm all the time. He can be angered, however if that happens you do NOT want to be anywhere he can see you, as then you will be trapped within your reflection. As for his relationship to his master, he wishes that he did not need to be tied to anyone to be able to stay in the world, and resents being forced to protect his master to ensure his own safety. He will humor any requests made by his master, however if he were to be forced to do something by his master, he would likely become enraged and trap them in their reflection for a bit. Abilities: MiRRor is not especially physically strong for a doll, although he does have enhanced speed, his true power lies in his mirrors. * Physical Reflection: Basically a clone of MiRRor, made from his own reflection. If the mirror the reflection started from is destroyed, then it too shatters. The physical reflection can use the Reflect and Mimic skills, and has all the same physical strength as MiRRor. MiRRor uses this skill mainly for creating decoys. * Reflect: MiRRor becomes a perfect reflection of his opponent, in looks and speech only though. By doing this, MiRRor also gets a glimpse into his opponent's mind and is able to look through recent thoughts and memories. This is really useful for creating confusion in the enemy group and spying, but he can only keep this up for so long as he can see the person he is reflecting. * Mimic: A more refined version of Reflect, except it trades being able to read the thoughts and memories of the target for being able to mimic anyone, no matter if he can see them or not. * Mirror Trap: If the enemy is surrounded by mirrors, MiRRor can create multiple Physical Reflections and attack as a group. While this depends more on MiRRor's physical strength than any of his other skills, it uses numbers and his enhanced speed to batter and confuse the enemy. * Mirror Travel: MiRRor and any of his physical reflections can move into, out of, and between mirrors at will. He rarely gets lost, but he still always has a fail-safe. Basically, the real MiRRor will tie a string to his master's wrist and use it to guide himself back to his master if need be. The type of string isn't tangible, so his master could go anywhere while MiRRor is traveling, and he would always just come back through the closest mirror to his master. Weapons: He doesn't like to use weapons, although he does carry and use a large pocketknife and a small pistol. Misc: His name is MiRRor, but he calls himself Ashling as a more 'normal' name. He does show that he enjoys music when he listens to it.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s>	<\|message\|>Annalee Diaz "Insecure? You don't have to worry about him so much... even if he is your master. My doll, Megumi, won't attack either of you unless you give her a reason to, which I know neither of you will." Annalee spoke seriously as she walked up the stairs, hopefully with Leo's doll still following her. She went into the guest room and started making sure everything was ready for the two for the night. "The bathroom's right there, and I'll lay out your clothes on the bed for you." She said while she motioned to the door to the bathroom and then went over to her brother's room to get a change of clothes for Leo. She went back downstairs to give them to him, and when she had finished all that, she decided to read a book in the living room until everyone else was ready for bed. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Yea, sure. We could approach them now if you wanted to, the copy has pretty much beaten everyone except the leader now." MiRRor stood and motioned for Ryan to follow, approaching the copy and the tired bullies.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul (sorry about the purple font) "Now Eren, can't you figure this out yourself?" Nuul said, emerging from the shadows, her red eyes shown with a playful light. "Nothing will stop a marionette short of death." She moved closer to the unconscious body, seeming to study it for a second. "Even the weakest marionettes cannot be taken down so easily." The thug was down for the count, he wasn't getting up so easily. But, there was no ignoring the fact that he had shown traces of possession, slowly the pieces started to form in her mind, and she smirked to herself "I'd say you're after a very dangerous man." She had a vague idea of his power, it made her theories possible, and even plausible. Still, she needed some information for certain, and the thug was the place to get it. She raised her hand and a heavy orb of darkness enveloped the unfortunate Viper. She flicked her finger upwards and the orb followed her command, moving the body with it. "If he only has this much strength, mundane restraints should suffice." She said to Eren, "Why don't we head back now? I have some things I'd like to try on this unfortunate soul."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren Deville "All information I know. So, he can't be a doll or marionette. He seemed to also have his wits about him... Yet a true puppeteer would have been smarter. Plus, he tossed away his gun. He knew he had power. He over estimated it too. So it was a human mind that I faced, most likely." Eren frowned. "But yes, let's get back to my place. Good thing I moved out. Dad would never accept taking a hostage into his house." Eren realized they had to move out when people started sending them threatening letters for their investigations. If possible, E wanted to protect their dad from the ones E hunted. E did not want to find their mom at the cost of their dad. "Any experiments you attempt, I want to watch," Eren said. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust between doll and master. Eren paused. "In the mean time, any theories?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Of course I do, Nuul replied as they walked down the cobbled streets. She was twirling her orb of darkness, looking over the thug once again. "Haven't you realized, that the entire world is a theory?" she said. She wasn't really walking, she was floating along on her Grimoire but that was besides the point, Eren was woefully ignorant, he would've been lost without her. "There is no way to fully confirm anything in this world," She continued, "There is always the possibility that something will come to pass that renders all of our knowledge obsolete." They passed several houses with light in the windows, but as they passed; curtains were drawn, doors were locked and their life slowly faded, leaving the street in uncertain shadows. "One day we could wake up, and realize the world as we knew it was just a dream." She sighed, shifting her position so she was lying down on her book. Her feet were dangling off a little but that was fine. "Still, I won't tell you my theories now." She said, looking up from her orb. They were getting close now, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening. "I want my theories to be exactly right."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Oh, goody, you're being coy. What an adjustment," Eren said, "I especially enjoy how you said that there is no way to confirm something, truly, and then you're being tight lipped on your theories till you confirm them, truly." Eren could be a bit of a little shit sometimes, truth be told. As they entered Eren's small house, Eren took off their jacket and put their pistol on the kitchen table. The outer parts of the house were very clean. The kitchen was the first room of the house, and was connected to the living room. There was no wall between the two. There were two doors in the room, one of which led to Eren's room and study, which was rather pristine. Downstairs in the basement was where it got crazy. "Take him down there, I'll join you once I rinse this red dye out," Eren said, "And get my knife out of him if you can." Eren then went to the bathroom, which was connected to her study. Eren took a quick,five minute shower, rinsing their hair thoroughly and changing into a casual outfit, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. E then went downstairs, to join their doll and hostage, bringing their pistol with them.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "He'll need the knife where he's going to be." Nuul said, preparing her little 'surprise'. This would take a little time, but that was welcome. There was more she had to teach after all. "If you wanted to watch, then you'll be disappointed." She said, the orb with Viper in it floating in front of her outstretched hands. It started to pulsate slowly, barely gaining in frequency. "But there are a few things you need to learn." With one hand, she kept the orb aloft as it grew, slowing its progress somewhat. With the other hand, she reached down and opened her book looking for the right page. "There are many ways to interrogate someone, but many of the more... effective methods have a certain prerequisite." She found the page she was looking for, the contract for the Pursuers. "First, you have to break them." She brought the orb closer, and reached out to take some blood from her victim. She spread a line on the page in her book which rapidly faded. She threw her hands out in front of her, and the pulsating orb of darkness expanded suddenly to envelop the whole basement. At its core was the body of Viper, covered in some kind of wispy shadow. Slowly the shadows started to expand, and soon she would be enveloped. Eren was also within the sphere, but the darkness wouldn't reach him and he wouldn't be able to see through it. "Do you know what the best weapon to break someone is?" She called back to him as she walked towards the darkness, letting the question hang in the air. The wave of shadows swallowed Nuul in it's embrace, and Eren was cut off from her. He would probably hear some of the sounds, but that would only serve to fuel his curiosity. Around her, the pitch-black air seemed to fracture, and a hole appeared. An oozing darkness billowed out of the hole, pooling at her feet. Something growled on the other side, it was hungry, slavering for another meal. Nuul willed the rift to open wider, and all of a sudden, a multitude of thick, worm like creatures surged from it and flew straight towards Viper. The air fractured and opened just before they hit, and they all disappeared into the new rift as it closed. "Now, we wait." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun." Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see. God dammit, E wanted to see this. Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow. "Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?" Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz The sun had just set, and Annalee found herself late for her curfew, again. She rushed down the nearly empty streets of the city, cutting through allies where she could, and dreading every new second. Father will be cross with me again, I hate to worry him so much. Annalee looked up to the shadows of the roofs of the buildings constantly, hoping that her doll Megumi was still following her in case she got into some sort of trouble. Luckily, the only thing that went wrong for Annalee on the way was time. She heard the great clock in the center of the city chime the half hour as she burst through the door to her family's home. There, in the siting room, was her mother and father. They looked up at Annalee as she struggled to catch her breath, and she tried to get out an apology before her father started speaking. "And what should I assume held you this time my dear? Should I be worried for your safety out there, or are you simply incapable of keeping track of the time? Must your mother sew pockets into all of your dresses so you may keep a pocket-watch?" Her father's tone was calm, kind. It made Annalee want to cry. I can't tell him the exact reason... "I'm sorry, father. I was helping a young man regain something he had lost." Annalee heard herself say in a voice much calmer than she felt. It's not a lie... The real reason she was late this time was that she and Megumi had run into a marionette earlier, and had separated the Puppeteer from him, indeed helping him regain something. Himself. Her father seemed to deflate at her words, the harsh kindness in his tone lost. "Well then, I suppose that is a well enough reason to lose the time, however I expect you do understand how much we worry for you when you are not her by curfew." He looked over to her mother and continued speaking. "You seem to come back later and later each day." Now, her mother began to speak. "Dear, I forgive you for today. From how you look, I can tell that you had a rough time of it. Now, off to bed dear. You have errands to run in the morning." Her mother walked over to her and gave her a quick hug, kissing her on the forehead softly. Annalee said goodnight and went up to her room, changing into her pajamas before opening her window to allow Megumi in.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "Not now, Eren." Nuul said, "This is important." The Grimoire floated openly in front of her, and she seemed to be staring upwards into empty space, or darkness as it were. What Eren couldn't see was the nightmare before her eyes. The Pursuers had shown their fangs, and now they had them buried deep into the thug's flesh, and they held him in the air as the others rushed past, not giving the man a chance to breathe. This was one of the powers of the Pursuers, the Nightmare Sphere. They would pursue their target anywhere, even into unconsciousness and they would not relent. The thug was holding them off fairly well with the knife he had in his free arm, but even so, he was still bleeding quite badly from the wounds he had received. "That's to be expected, I suppose." She said, engrossed in the scene. "He'll last a while."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman walked through the streets, searching for the address of his next hunt. His notes were scrambled and overwritten numerous times, so he had to look at it twice before he was sure it was the right house. He unpacked his suitcase and made a last check of his weapons. He loaded his nailgun and placed it in his holster, while he equipped the Nail Driver over his arm like a boxing glove. He tested out the weight and balance of the weapon with a few quick jabs. "That's right. Shouldn't be a lot of rust left after that metal Doll from last week." His preparations done, Gehrman stepped up to the front door of Eren Deville's house and knocked on the door. I only hope I'm not too late to save this soul.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan was at his home in his room, which was not too small, but not too spacious either. What made this room different from most rooms in Saulbine is the abundance of mirrors, which would make Ryan look like a mirror collector, but in fact, he isn't, and weren't interested in collecting mirrors for sake of it before, while pretending so. Then why does he pretend that he is a mirror collector and fill his room with mirrors? Ryan briefly opens the door to check what is happening outside of his room, and started speaking to the largest mirror. "Ashling, it doesn't look like my parents are coming here anytime soon. You can come out now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Macfield Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Link. Personality: Simply put, Ryan is a light-hearted trickster. He appears to be childish for his age, attempting pranks when he thinks it's perfectly reasonable to do so, regardless of punishments he receives. He simply won't stop pulling planks on people, although he can be sensible at times. Backstory: Ryan was raised almost happily in a small house, with his parents caring to him. However, when he went to a school, he was bullied because he was acting "oddly" compared to others, which harmed him mentally, to the extent her parents are unable to rid him of his mental pain. This allowed a Doll to anchor to Ryan, and successfully managed to make a deal with it, so it hides itself from the parent's eyes when the they are near. Although the bullying did not stop, the existence of the Doll encouraged him to carry on. Skills: Ryan is good at hiding and pranks. Name: Masami Gender: Female Appearance: Link. Personality: Masami is a rather calm doll, trying not to attack others unless she thinks the situation requires it. However, at times, she can be.... random, doing nosense things without any explaination. Abilities: Eye of the Ring- Masami is able to look through the "eyes" of her ring, although she cannot use her own eyes when doing so. Ring Manipulation - Masami is able to manipulate the ring she carries freely. Weapons: Unnamed Ring - Masami carries a large ring on her back, which can be used as a shield, a scout or a hovering seat by having Masami manipulate it with her mind. The Ring is unusually hard to destroy, requiring a lot of effort to destroy it completely. If it is destroyed and Masami has all the pieces of it, she can repair the ring in seven days. A sword - Self-explainationaly, usually attached to the ring. Misc: She apparently likes eating sweet stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The other hunter's acceptance of the Dollmaster's offer caused Gehrman to tighten his eyes as he looked at the three of them. He stood up from the table, and after he reached for his leg in reaction to his injury he said: "You may have ensnared that one in your grasp, but I am not so easily swayed. A slave you shall never make of me, not even in the face of death. I am willing to co-operate until this Puppeteer is wiped from the face of the earth, but it shall only be a temporary alliance. You shall look for your subordinates elsewhere, or you shall strike me down where I stand. Gehrman, vanquisher of Dolls, has spoken."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "And Eren, shockingly unvanquished, has listened. It bothers me not whether you consider yourself my equal. The important thing is that you follow my instructions. If you deviate from the plans I lay, then people will die." Eren looked Gehrman directly in the eyes. "If you trust in my plans, then a great threat to this city shall be slain. If not..." Eren shrugged. "Perhaps we will be instead." Eren then looked at Gambol with a smirk. "You, at least, are reasonable. You'll get your hunt, hunter. Believe me on that." She leaned back, a smug smirk on her face. "Now, I plan on beginning this plan proper tomorrow. Do you two need a place to stay for the night? I have food and an extra bed. I can take the couch while you two take my room."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Insecure? You don't have to worry about him so much... even if he is your master. My doll, Megumi, won't attack either of you unless you give her a reason to, which I know neither of you will." Annalee spoke seriously as she walked up the stairs, hopefully with Leo's doll still following her. She went into the guest room and started making sure everything was ready for the two for the night. "The bathroom's right there, and I'll lay out your clothes on the bed for you." She said while she motioned to the door to the bathroom and then went over to her brother's room to get a change of clothes for Leo. She went back downstairs to give them to him, and when she had finished all that, she decided to read a book in the living room until everyone else was ready for bed. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Yea, sure. We could approach them now if you wanted to, the copy has pretty much beaten everyone except the leader now." MiRRor stood and motioned for Ryan to follow, approaching the copy and the tired bullies.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Thank you." He said as he took the clothes. Annalee had walked off and left him alone. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. A few minutes later... "Ahhhh, this is nice..." He said lazily as he laid back in the bathtub. It had been a while since he'd last been able to use one, he'd built up a lot of dirt on his skin. After scrubbing it all off he was free to enjoy the rest of his bath. It was nice and warm, a feeling he missed most of the times he travelled. After enjoying the bath for a few moments, he sat back up and got out. He towelled himself off and slipped into the spare clothes Annalee had given him, they were soft compared to what he usually wore. He bundled up his discarded clothes and headed over to the living room. "Where should I put these?" He asked her, approaching her from behind.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami took a deep breath and thought. "Guess I'll have to trust her at this point... No use being paranoid when the other Doll's master said it won't attack my Master unless the girl was lying. But I think I could trust her, so let's give her a chance, shall I?" She smiled at the girl who let her and her Master in. "Thanks for letting me know. I was worried it would happen." She then took the clothing and went to the bathroom. Ryan Macfield Ryan followed his Doll, heading to the place where his copy and the bullies are. The environment around him looked darker than a dark alley to him, but he kept walking towards the bullies, which should be afraid of him now. Once they approached the bullies, Ryan grinned at the bullies. "I have a friend that can do this. Don't bother bullying me, or you'll suffer..." Ryan said seriously, despite the fact Ashling is more than his friend.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go. So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous. He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned. Ready to talk? Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye. A lightbulb lot in his mind. Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard. Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight. Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan. For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback His gun arm unflinching and his eyes tightening, Gehrman couldn't help but keep his guard up. He was used to the Dolls making the first move against him once his hostility was made clear, but this one stayed back and attempted to provoke him, goading him into attacking first. In his time of slaying these creatures, the only ones who did so were more intelligent, and thus far more dangerous. He also didn't forget the missing woman, who was likely still hiding. He had to keep sharp, and not fall into any trap the Doll seemed to be setting. He decided to counter the banter. "Is that what you call your spawn? A fiend of lore should know better than to spout obvious contradictions like that. Why don't you come and show me how deadly your actual hands are?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami As Masami, her Master and his cat walks through the streets of Saulbine, one house catched her eyes. She could see the inside of the house is actually lit with some lights, therefore someone should be in the house. She hoped the people inside are kind ones, not trying to harm her. her Master or the cat. "Hey, Master. Let's knock that house's door, shall we?" Masami calmly pointed at the house, with a sign of smile on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Right." He nodded to the doll. He stepped to the door, raising his arm hesitantly. They had done this many times before, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. They'd been rejected plenty of times, and accepted an equal number of times. Still, he was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer to anyone and no one really had to take him in. Every time a door was slammed in his face, he took a shot to his self-esteem, but as long as he had Masami he knew he'd be alright. Without hesitating another second, he firmly rapped on the door. --- Nuul "Hmph. I am no simple fiend, and these are no simple spawn." Nuul said, her voice heavy with contempt. "Do you think someone who has been an enemy of your church for so long would rely on dime-a-dozen neophytes to survive?" As she spoke, the swarm of Beholders around chittered angrily, and the large Beholder's pupil started glowing with an angry red light. "These are a part of me, they are extensions of my body, extensions of my will." The Beholder started to emit a high pitched keening noise and the red glow started glowing more intensely. "Make no mistake, hunter. These are my hands, and they will crush you." The keening reached it's peak, and a beam of red energy shot out of the Beholder's eye straight towards the hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Just as Annalee was about to open the door to her bedroom, she heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be? At this hour? Annalee started down the stairs and, seeing that her parents were both no longer in the living room, opened the door. "Good evening! Who may I ask is-" She stopped her greeting short when she saw the two standing in front of her. They both looked like children, one a young boy holding a white cat who looked about Lucas's age, and the other a strangely dressed girl who looked as if she could have been anywhere from the boy's age to the same age as Annalee. The look on the boy's face made Annalee think that he was waiting for something bad to happen, and then she realised that she had been staring at them. "Oh! I'm sorry, hello. Im just not used to answering the door for other children, at least not at this time of night. Are you lost? Please, come in." She stood to the side, waiting for them to enter. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Well, should we go find them then? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this house." Ashling walked over to a window and, after looking out for a moment, jumped out. "Well? Are you coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I'll make up an excuse. I had to do this because my parents would suspect me of being insane if I shouted at you. Sorry." Ryan wrote to a paper, before throwing the paper, which he aimed at the ground near his Doll, with some margin for mistakes that could happen. Ryan then got out of his room, and went to talk with his parents. After some excuses, Ryan managed to make the parents allow him out, but only for this time. He quickly dashed over to his doll. "Sorry for making you wait, and throwing the paper near you! Now, let's punish them!"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Gnomala Alexander As Alexander entered his apartment room, he sighed in relief. Home sweet home. Going over to a nearby chair, he sat down and took out the money he earned from his gambling run, placing it down onto the table. He then began to sort the money based on value and intended usage. Naturally, he set aside a small portion of bills for the church, and another portion for bills and food. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much for personal use. Oh well, he still had a stash lying around. All there was to do now was figure out what he was going to do next. Megumi After taking a quick shower, Megumi dried herself off and covered herself with the towel, then exited the bathroom. There was the food waiting for her, a simple sandwich and some oatmeal. She honestly preferred some rice, but she didn't want to be picky. She clapped her hands together in a customary "thank you" gesture and closed her eyes as she bowed, then proceeded to eat. The oatmeal was still warm, and she ate in a refined manner. Finishing off the oatmeal, she proceeded to begin to eat the sandwich. However, before Megumi could take a bite out of it, she heard the knock on the door. There was no one in the house except herself, Annalee, and Annalee's kid brother, so that immediately made her cautious. Annalee was her Doll Master, and Megumi had to protect her at any cost. Changing into more respectable clothing, she grabbed her weapons and silently made her way down the stairs, having already turned invisible so as to not draw any attention to herself. As she examined the ones at the door, alarms bells began ringing in her head. The boy and the cat was of no threat, but that girl... That was almost definitely a Doll. Not many others would be carrying around such a large... whatever it was. If that were the case, then that would mean the boy was most likely the Doll Master. Acting quickly, Megumi ran over to the door and pushed Annalee away while slamming the door shut and locking it. Uncloaking herself and placing her back on the door, Megumi said, "Sorry, but don't trust them." as she drew one of her short swords. As she looked through the door with her thermal vision, she readied herself for potential combat. Any other Dolls just couldn't be trusted.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback The moment one of the minion's eyes started to glow red Gehrman expected a ranged attack, considering the Doll itself was more inclined to sitting back instead of charging forward with punches and kicks. As the red beam shot forward, Gehrman used the doorway to its advantage, and used it as cover against the attack. He leaned from his cover and shot back with his nailgun, likely missing due to being pinned down by enemy fire. "I'm not seeing as much crushing as I see cowardice, fiend!" This was a problem to Gehrman. He couldn't enter through the door unless he wanted to get shot, and the constant beams the minions shot meant he couldn't get a clear shot of his own in. He considered flanking for a moment, but that would grant the Doll enough time to spread its minions around.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The boy The door slammed shut in his face, even as the girl who had greeted them was talking. "Um?" He stood dumbfounded for a second before regaining his senses. "Uh, hello?" He knocked again, but received no response. He pushed open the letter slot and tried to look through it. "Are we not welcome?" He asked through the mail slot. --- Nuul Nuul quickly raised her hand and a few beholders made a line in front of her, perfectly aligned with the trajectory of the stake. It pierced 9 of them straight through the eye before stopping at the last beholder. Each of turned back into shadow with a poof! and the stake dropped to the floor. "Eren, were my instructions not clear?" She said, turning her head his direction. "I thought you were intelligent, move the thug before the Hunter finds him."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "There may be a person that hates me because I am a Doll. Don't know if that's true, but if it is..." Masami calmly said to her Master, to answer his question. She suspected a Doll closed the door, since the door closed itself. "I really hate that it when they do this. A wire almost invisible, used to close a door from afar... or something else, but whatever did this should come out."</s> <\|message\|>Regina Victoria Regina Victoria "Belong to you? I think not," the nun stated, frowning at this short maniac. Like hell she belonged to a monster that had just dropped in from nowhere and fought some other monster, "Even if I'm stuck with you because of some infernal contract, it's more like you're my property if you can't exist without me." She couldn't just kill the doll in this scenario, not with the disparity in their reach. And so long as they were contracted, Regina had to uphold her end of the bargain, no matter how much she didn't want to... even if this appeared to just be 'exist, anchoring the monster'. But if she could get to the church at some point, Lucia or someone else could deal with the problem or tell her what to do. At least the nails would be useful in the worst case scenario, if this monster went off the leash. It couldn't exist without her, after all, so if she wasn't around any more... no more Doll.</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream. "Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped. "Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>VV Cynthia Lee Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed. Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now... "... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?" --- VV "... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers." Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't. Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi. Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous." --- MiRRor (Ashling) Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master. He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville Mathew Mathew remanifested in the apartment, forming into a medium height humanoid thing with no face and long, spindly arms and fingers. "This place could use some tidying up, Alex," he scolded, before looking at the money Alex set aside. "I may not quite approve of how you got a hold of it, but I do want you to know I'm proud of you for helping the church. Now, I'm going to make dinner. How does rhubarb pie sound for desert?" The shambling, faceless horror that was Mathew tied on an apron and washed its hands in the sink, before it began cooking. More arms sprouted out of his body, before washing their respective hands and handling multiple jobs at once. Eren Eren hesitated, before sighing. "No, they weren't clear, at all. I thought you were talking about the Hunter," Eren whispered, before setting off for the basement. It irked her how terrible she was at working with her doll. She wished she'd not been forced into such a partnership. But then, if she hadn't met Nuul, she would have been killed by those dollhunters when she was a marionette. What especially irritated her was that neither of them truly trusted the other. From what Eren knew, doll and master were supposed to be friends, at least. But Nuul, Eren just saw the doll as an asset, and an irritation. Eren's feelings about Nuul were a mixed up conviction of resentment, fear, irritation, fondness and bitterness. Well, however she felt about the doll, she had to work with her. Eren stepped into the basement, and saw Viper. The thug was on the ground, arms around his knees, breathing heavily. "Viper," Eren said, "Are you ready to talk?" Viper looked at him, blinking, as if surprised. "I..." Eren waited for him to continue, before shrugging. "It doesn't matter, for now, come with me." Eren went back upstairs, Viper in tow. Eren stepped quietly along the wall to her room, then opened the window. For some reason, without explanation, Viper was complying. He followed her out of the window. Eren thought for a moment. She could take Viper to her father's, but that would put Dad at risk. She could use one of the abandoned warehouses nearby, but then how would she properly secure her prisoner in so short a time. Maybe she cou- She felt hands wrapping around her throat before slamming her face first into a wall. Eren winced in pain, before biting down on her enemy's hand as hard as she could. He cried out in pain, and Eren followed it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Viper responded with one intense punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Eren's stomach, before lifting the detective and tossing her into the wall. Eren fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Viper grabbed her by the throat amd lifted her. he is yet to awaken... Eren cursed her own thoughtlessness. Nuul had said he was ready to talk, and yet he'd been close lipped. Nuul had said he was unconscious, and Eren had disregarded that when she saw him awake. Eren had made stupid mistakes by ignoring her partner and not trusting her. Perhaps... No. Eren kicked Viper in the face hard, once, twice, three times. Viper became more and more dazed each time. Finally, Eren slammed her foot into his temple and he dropped. Eren drew her pistol and aimed it at Viper. Eren had always done best on her own. She wasn't going to reduce herself to bring some demonic lawyer's pet human. She would not rely on Nuul. The man returned to consciousness quickly, eyes glowing yellow a moment. "Tell me all that you know if you want to live," Eren said. "O-okay, fine. Just please let the nightmares end," Viper said. Eren knew she had limited time. If Nuul could defeat the dollhunter, that would be great. But if the dollhunter managed to escape, he could come across Eren. As she was, there was no way she could face a dollhunter. Hell, Viper could have killed her had he any skill to match his supernatural strength. "Where can I find him?" Eren said. "At this pub, the Alabastor Python. The bartender keeps an extra room for us. That's where I report my goings about,and where Mr. White, where he...where he..." Viper looked at his hands. "Where he made me a god," Viper said, suddenly grinning. "Speaking of which, what are you?" Eren said. "The future," Viper said, before standing up. "Don't move or I will blow your fucking brains out," Eren said, cold and calm. Viper began laughing, then stepped toward Eren. Eren fired into the man's skull, and he collapsed. "...well, I have a location," Eren sighed, climbing back through her window. "The trail's not cold yet..."</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback After a long time of staying in cover and observing the beams that the Doll launched, Gehrman came to a conclusion: the doll was stalling him, for reasons unknown. It came apparent in the entity's never-ending barrage of attacks, and also at the fact the demon didn't do anything else but stay vigilant towards the door, even though it could have retreated or advanced if it wanted to. Gehrman realized he had to act now, or whatever the doll was planning would come to fruition, and looking at his opponent, he imagined it wasn't anything that could benefit humanity in any form. He relocked his Nail Driver and placed his bandaged hand over it for a moment as he inspected it. This may only have the slightest chance of succeeding, but it is one I must take! Fortune favors the bold, and the Eye of Infinity watches those who see with clarity. With conviction in his heart, he charged forward, using the large weapon as a shield, hoping it would protect him long enough for him to get into close proximity to the doll. He actually succeeded in dodging some of the beams that were shot at him purely due to the trained reflexes he's attained over years of combat against otherworldly creatures like these. However, he knew his weapon would become soon broken by all the blasts it now absorbed, and so he took a jump towards the living room. It was there when he heard a loud gunshot coming from the backyard. Gehrman thought that whatever the Doll was trying to hide must be there, and so he jumped out the window and headed there. He found the still warm corpse of a man, and cursed his lateness. He shouted: "Curse you! As a vanquisher of dolls, I will exact justice upon you!"</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol was about one foot into the house when he heard Gehrman scream. As soon as he heard the shout, Shane ran into the house, armed with his Peerless Nail. He looked around, pointing his Nail Gun at any corner he'd turn when he was in the house, only to find nothing. As soon as he noticed something in the window, he realized whatever made the noise was in the yard. Gambol walked out of the house and to the backyard. As he made it there, he saw Gehrman. He had recalled that the shout said something about him being a vanquisher of dolls and put his Nail Gun away. He gagged upon seeing the corpse. He composed himself and spoke up to Gehrman. "So... I guess a Doll did this to him, huh?" Gambol asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. * Age: mid-to-late 20s * Gender: Male * Appearance: "A believe a proper duel's in order!" * Personality: Unlike most Doll Hunters, Shane doesn't see the Dolls or their Masters as a threat, rather seeing them as more of a sport. Shane is the definition of gentleman. He's nice to the waiter, treats women with respect, and above all else practices honor. Even if he skirts minor stuff like two-on-one, he's not going for underhanded tactics like holding relatives hostage and hates it when anyone tries it, be they Doll, Master, or Hunter. Shane shows a very cocky attitude despite his gentlemanly demeanour, foolishly and recklessly dueling people and seeing the whole Dolls situation as nothing more than a game. The only additional reason why he's hunting Dolls is because of an experience he had when he was fifteen, but for the most part, he just wants answers than revenge or justice. * Backstory: Shane Shroud was raised into a rich family. While his father's not directly connected to royalty, people in his neighbourhood treat him as such. When he was ten, his father took Shane to see an old friend, a Doll Hunter who begins to tell the boy of Dolls and why they are a threat to the world. Shane was offered to join the Doll Hunters, but he rejected. He was given a nailgun as a way to "think about it". Five years later, during a hunting trip with his father and a few men, a boar-like monster ambushed them. They tried their weapons on it, but none proved effective. It wasn't until Shane, in a desperate attempt to save his father from getting skewered by the boar, shot it with the nailgun. The boar died, reverted to a human, and the crisis was over. Shane felt a rush come to him as he is hailed a hero. The next day, he joined the Doll Hunters and began to train, never truly knowing what the monster that attacked the hunting party was. * Skills: Shane is skilled in hunting, just like his father. Though not for Dolls, rather for wildlife such as deer, foxes, and even boars. He is also skilled in fencing, something his mother taught him. Because of his rich upbringing, he is also able to fund a bunch of stuff, though he can only fund so much without getting cut off. * Weapons: Shane, true to his love for dueling, hired a blacksmith in the Doll Hunters to craft a rapier with a Nailgun molded into the hilt. He coined the name for the rapier: The Peerless Nail, as the tip of the rapier is actually a nail as well. As such, the rapier is very sharp at the point. With him are clips for more Nails to put in.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. Gambol entered the kitchen and sat down by the table. As Eren gave him tea, he sipped it like any old gentleman would. He sat by and listened to the discussion about the Puppeteers, and part of him began to think back to the botched hunt that inspired him to be a hunter. "Hm... Interesting. Tell me, are there any tell-tale signs of a person being possessed by this... Puppeteer? Like, monstrous transformations or what not?" Shane recalled the boar he fought and how it became a human.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman took his seat as far from the others as he could, still uneasy about his defeat. After Deville started complaining about the dress she wore, he realized that the woman he met at the door was actually her all along. He constantly shifted his gaze over the Doll, anxious that he had let himself in the mercy of such a dangerous entity. One thing came clear to him, though: Deville was clearly not under any kind of control by the Doll. Nonetheless, Gehrman's attention immediately focused on Deville's explanation on the Puppeteers and Marionettes. After a while of listening, he started to suspect that some of the Dolls he's hunted may have actually not been Dolls, if the description was accurate. Having nothing to contribute to the conversation for now, Gehrman stayed silent as the other hunter asked his question.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "I meant on the doll front, but true," Errn said. He gathered the sugar, biscuits, and tea out quickly and placed them on his table, before setting out four cups. He then have his guests a gentle smile and served tea into all the cups. He looked at Shane, "It depends. I've noticed most have yellow eyes, but this is not universal. They can hide among the people very well. The only real way to tell is if they have an adverse reaction to nail based weaponry, and an immunity to other weaponry. If a human starts shapeshifting and the like thpugh, well, I think it's safe to say they are either a doll or marionette." Eren sat down and sipped his tea. He gave his guests a soft smile. "And that's the scary part. Every marionette is unique. And although the puppeteer within them is malevolent, the marionette body itself is a person. Someone with hopes and dreams." Eren paused, "As are dolls. Nuul is bonded to me, but she is a wholly separate person with her own personality. And, I myself am my own person too. We're a team, but we have no supernatural control over one another. I am her conduit through which she can enter the physical world. She is my partner in my search for Mr. White." Eren looked at first one hunter, then the other. "Any questions so far?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman was now sure that some of the more ferocious Dolls he encountered were actually Puppeteers in control of a host Marionette. He wondered for a moment why he didn't notice this earlier, but then realized that with all the mystery surrounding these monsters, something like that would easily go unnoticed. However, there was something Gehrman wanted to talk about. He spoke up. "You mentioned someone by the name of Viper. Was the body I found outside his, and if so, how did it get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Cynthia Lee Cynthia Lee Cynthia didn't really understand. If her name was Cynthia, why was she Alice? What did that mean? Was it a Doll thing? But it was hard to focus on even that point of confusion given her situation. She was just saved by a real Doll! And the Doll had killed that Puppet and everything! It looked like the guy it had been inside was out cold, lying there on the cobblestones. And now she could go anywhere she wanted... there were so many options! Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when the Doll suddenly leaped up to the rooftop with her in tow. There was a brief moment of the air rushing past her, all around her, and then she was suddenly up so high... "... Wow..." it was all she could really say for a moment, before shaking her head and looking around. If her Doll could jump up that high... she'd make an awesome story to tell her friends! Eagerly raising one hand and pointing to a distant structure, Cynthia looked up at Transient Princess. "Take me up there, all the way to the top!" Renton's King Clock. The massive clock tower was old, very old, the giant hands slowly ticking away the night. It was an elegant building, the huge silvery dial perched upon sturdy spire of green-grey stone. Even at night the immense clock was often filled with engineers dutifully carrying out their business.</s> <\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "I see... Well, that seems to answer a burning question that my trainer didn't bother to tell me. I worry that my hobby's teachings might wind up having me confuse a Doll from a Puppeteer. Is there a tell-tale sign of a Marionette's presence?" Shane asked, rubbing the wound that Nuul gave.</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "There is only one universal sign that someone has been possessed by a Puppeteer," Nuul said, sipping her tea, "A Marionette will always work towards the detriment of mankind." She put her cup down onto the table before taking the sugar pot and adding another two spoonfuls of sugar. She stirred and took another sip. "The only trait Puppeteers truly share is their desire to do harm, you may as well assume that it is their only purpose and motivation on this earth."</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz "Are you sure? Ok..." Annalee trailed off as she gave up on trying to feed them before bedtime. "Yes, you can bathe in the bathroom down here, and there are two available upstairs as well. I'll get a change of clothes for you if you need. You would probably fit my little brother's spare pajamas." She smiled at Leo as she said the last part, when another thought crossed her mind. "Um, would you two prefer to share a room? I don't mind if you do, I just need to know where to set you up. If you don't want to share with each other, you could share with me or my brother, or there are two empty rooms upstairs right now, my older brother's and a guest room." Annalee spoke with concern and kindness, hoping to become more like a friend to them and less like a stranger. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "Alright then. I'm going now." The copy spoke before walking into the nearest pool of light to the bullies, while MiRRor watched intently for any signs of danger around his master and to see if he would need to jump into the soon-to-be fight and help his copy. The copy stopped walking when one of the bullies saw him and called Ryan's name. The copy walked over to them as they told him to, and they proceeded to harass and make fun of Ryan while the copy discreetly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, a very real copy of the one that MiRRor himself carried. He waited for a lull in the bullies chatter, showing no emotion as he did, before he made a comment that would force one of the bullies to throw a punch at him. The copy deflected the hit neatly with the knife, slicing the back of the kid's hand from the knuckles down to the wrist, a thin but deep cut that had him backing off and nursing his wound while the others stared at the copy in shock and anger, two of them starting to gang up on him. The copy said something else that had one of them hesitating while the other rushed the clone and swung a punch. The copy ducked out of the way, causing the bully to hit the one who had hesitated in the face and breaking his nose. The copy took the kid with the broken nose and pushed him into the one bully who hadn't done anything yet, but was obviously the leader.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Ryan Macfield "Come on myself... Be quiet..." Ryan thought, as his clone, which in turn is a clone of his Doll neatly countered the punch from one of the bullies with a knife, being excited about indirectly getting revenge. He was trying his best to not say anything, because it would blow his cover. Still, he was getting excited, and he almost wanted to say something, but quickly covered his mouth just before he made any noticeable noise. He then looked away and took a deep breath, before whispering to his Doll. " What are you planning to do with the leader, just asking?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy "Ah," He said in reference to the clothes, "That would be good, thank you." The boy gave the question a little thought. They had been on the streets for the majority of the journey, and when they had been taken in they were usually in one room. Still, he didn't mind either way. "I don't really mind where I go," he said, "I'm just glad we have a place to stay tonight." His cat then walked over to the girl, and started rubbing itself against her leg. It looked up at her and let out a happy meow! "I'm going to go take a bath now," He said, starting to talk towards the one she had pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "Yes, and as for Viper..." Eren frowned. "I must admit, I have no idea what HE is. He seems to skirt the line between human and marionette. Well, skirted, anyways." Eren paused, "I believe there will be more of him, though. I think there are others like him. And I have a lead on who is responsible, and how to get to him." Eren crossed his legs, left leg over the right, and smiled a gentle smile. "The only thing I lack, is subordinates."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami smiled at the girl that let the Doll and her Master in her house, listening to her Master, until he stated he doesn't mind where he goes. Masami stated she does want to share the room with Leo, thinking to herself the other Doll might attack her Master thinking the other Doll's master was harmed by her Master, even if he did not do anything to her. "I'm going to take a bath, too." She said, as she started following her Master.</s> <\|message\|>Annalee Diaz Annalee Diaz Annalee smiled at Leo as she spoke. "Alright, I'll go get your room ready upstairs and I'll lay out the clothing too." She got a little distracted by the cat, so she almost didn't notice Masami following Leo to the bathroom. "Oh, wait! You can't use the same bathroom, that's improper. I'll draw your bath upstairs." Annalee motioned for Masami to follow her as she disappeared up the stairs. --- MiRRor (Ashling) "The copy will get the others to a point where they can't fight anymore, but not to where they're passed out or dead, and then you could go and confront the leader if you wanted, you'd be safe enough at that point and of course I'd be with you if you chose to." MiRRor explained to Ryan as the copy continued fighting the bullies. The one that had gotten his hand cut had stopped fighting and was being supported by one of the others, so now it was just one more and the leader still fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami Masami looked at the girl motioning at the Doll to follow her, and thought about the other Doll for a moment. "What if the other Doll is hostile, and is willing to kill my master? But I've worded what I said in a way that would prevent me from being with my Master... I have two options at this point: Either make up an excuse to stay downstairs and prevent the Doll from attacking my Master, or go upstairs and hope the Doll doesn't kill him..." She followed the girl, before saying something to her. "I feel insecure without Leo nearby..." Ryan Macfield "You should be following me according to my current plans, which involves me pretending that you are my friend who is good at disguising and fighting. Is that okay?" Ryan whispered to the Doll, looking at his clone fighting the bullies. He could see that the bully that tried to punch the clone first required a support from one of the other bullies, disabling both. Ryan covered his mouth, as he was almost going to cheer for the clone.</s>	<\|message\|>Shane Gambino, though he goes by his nickname: Gambol Shroud. "You're asking us to join you in hunting down this monster?" Gambol thought about it. "Well, you spared our lives and you guys have a lead on this monster. I'm not sure what the other hunter's response is, but I'm gonna say yeah."</s>
<\|description\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" Gender: F Appearance: "Has an Outsider come to play?" Personality: Transient Princess -- alternatively referring to herself as "The White Queen" -- has a personality that befits royalty. She does not speak with meekness, and she is set in her ways, as a result. Her Master she refers to as "Alice" regardless of gender, and she only speaks in pronouns of "We" as if referring to a kingdom when in the presence of any other than the one she is contracted to. She is kinder than her older sister -- "The Red Queen" or otherwise known as the Ethereal Princess, and can even display childlike tendencies such as "playing" with the "Outsiders" (read: other Doll Masters/Dolls). Her anger is rare to incur, but when incurred, dares for a war in the name of honor and of treason for insulting her. It's easier to say that she's a brat when she's angry, and a quirky "older sister" any other time. Don't worry, she doesn't want someone's head chopped off -- that's the job of her older sister. Abilities: - The Army of White \| The White Queen is capable of creating sentinels out of chess pieces that follow her orders, scaled in power in terms to the ranking and capabilities that they have in normal chess games. + The King - Can only move if there are no other Sentinels out [The White Queen herself does not count as a Sentinel, therefore is excluded from this rule]; Acts as a "revival" station to bring back fallen Pieces. Only one can exist at a time. + The Queen - [The White Queen herself. A fast and hard hitter. However, she is fragile. She is capable of being healed by standing by the side of The King Sentinel, but cannot be "revived", should she die.] + The Rooks - Durable "shields" to take hits. Only two can exist at a time. They are generally large castle-like structures that are capable of moving through the usage of marble spider-like legs. + The Bishops - Loyal marble steeds that enable transportation for whoever The White Queen deems worthy of allowing the ability to mount them. Only two may exist a time. + The Knights - Very slow. They make up for it by being heavily armored and powerful Sentinels. Only two may exist at a time. They are generally armed with broadswords and shields. + The Pawns - Footsoldiers that aren't terribly powerful or strong. Should a Sentinel of higher value fall, they may choose to sacrifice themselves to The King in order to become a Rook, Bishop, or Knight in order to replace the one that fell in battle. Eight of these Pieces may exist at any point in time. They are notable armed with pikes or general polearms. \| - Save The Queen \| The White Queen is capable of instantaneously switching herself with any Piece that is summoned that is not a Pawn, leaving the Piece in her place and her where the Piece originally was. \| - Save The King \| The White Queen is capable of instantaneously switching herself with her Doll Master so long as s/he is within her peripheral vision. This performs the same function as Save The Queen, only she is the only available candidate to switch with. \| Weapons: Royalty and Regalia - The White Queen is armed with a scepter [Royalty] whose top is shaped in the form of a snowflake with sharpened edges and a large, marble rod [Regalia] that stands two feet taller than her. The former is capable of taking on a "storage" form of a snowflake-hairpin within the confines of her hair, whilst the latter "stores" itself as a marble needle that she pins into her dress. Anything that the scepter hits suffers from being "marked" by her, ensuring that her Pieces stay aggressive on the target until they are destroyed or their target is defeated. Meanwhile, the rod serves the purpose of being unbreakable despite being made of marble. Misc: She's really good at knitting. She also believes that "six impossible things can occur in a single day", and you will witness it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "I think we will. Even if the worst happens, don't give up and we'll find them one day." Masami calmly said to her Master, hoping she could live a life which doesn't involve "crimes" as they say, or making people angry at her. Although Masami couldn't exactly feel what his Master felt, she thought that she was getting closer to the answer to his Master's problem. Ryan Macfield "Hmm...."Ryan started thinking, shortly before replying. "How about... you teaching them a lesson? Like, beating them up. I don't know where to do that, but some of mirrors here are small enough to carry around. Also, I guess being happy is good not only for me, but for others too. I'll try being happy from now, so you and maybe others could be happy too." He attempted a fake smile for his Doll, but it soon disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eren "E" Deville "They went to the local church. There's a big event going on, you know. Wish I could have gone, but, eh, the hours are good, at least," Eren said, before smiling widely, "If that's all, then I shall return to my work. Thank you for stopping by, sir. Have a nice da-" The blood curdling scream went through the house. "That damn cat. I have to take care of that bye sir," Eren said, before closing the door. She immediately turned the lock and bolted it shut. She grabbed her pistol from the kitchen table and loaded it. She briefly considered warbing Nuul, but decided against it. She had never relied on an ally before. She wouldn't now. She could handle a solitary doll hunter. She took cover behind a chair, cursing the minimalism of her house. There was so little defensive cover, and not much room to manuever. She kept her pistol trained on the door, and listened. She kept an eye on the windows, just in case the dollhunter tried to break in through one.</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback That was undoubtedly a human wail, coming from under the house. I was right all along in the notion that there were foul entities afoot, and this woman was hiding it! "Wait-" But before Gehrman could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face, giving him further proof that the woman was involved. "Nyarlodammit!" He cursed out loud, and aimed his Nail Driver at the door's lock. He activated his weapon, and sent the door falling as it was unhinged from the impact of his blow. He stepped inside with his nailgun drawn and pointed forward. He knew that she would try and ambush him, judging by the way she stayed silent and unseen. "I do not seek to harm you, lady. But if you try to protect the doll, I won't hesitate to kill you as well, and have you judged upon Hostimor!"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul Nuul "My, my, what do we have here?" Nuul said. Her voice seemed to come from empty air, but there was no trace of her in the room. Suddenly, the air seemed to fracture above the chair in which Eren was hiding behind. A large rift from the floor to the ceiling opened in the air as the Pursuers surged through it, but they curled around and and twisted sideways, positioning themselves into what appeared to be a staircase. Nuul stepped out from the rift, descending the staircase made by the Pursuers. "Have we all forgotten our manners in this day and age?" Her Grimoire floated beside her, she didn't need it right now. As her feet touched the wooden floor, the Pursuers returned through the rift as it closed. "Surely we are all civilized beings, why all this commotion?" She said, as she sat down on the chair. "The master of the house is absent, what is it that you desire?" --- The Boy He nodded at the doll's answer, satisfied with what she said. He finished his bread and cheese, and his cat finished its sardines at the same time. He got up and dusted himself off and his cat meowed happily beside him. "It looks like we might still have some time." He said to the doll, his confidence returning. "Why don't we find somewhere to stay for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Gehrman Steinback Gehrman stood his ground and stared at the entity that appeared, his grip on his nailgun tightening. He noted the doll's ability to create servant creatures, and decided to retreat back to the doorway in case he had to bottleneck the minions. After a moment of looking at Nuul, he was reminded of something he has read years ago. "The Umbra Infinium has records of your deeds, Keeper of Secrets! You lure mortals with forbidden knowledge, and then consume their souls! My only desire is your banishment from our plane!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Macfield Masami "Sure, why not." Masami smiled at the boy for a bit, although she did not know where the boy should stay in. Her smile gets smaller, as she wounders about the answer. "Any ideas about where should we stay in? I don't have one, I'm very sorry." Suddenly, something sprung into her mind, her smile returning as well. "Actually, I do! How about we stay in a house owned by a kind person?"</s> <\|message\|>Nuul The Boy He nodded at the doll's words. "Yes, I'm sure someone will be able to take us in." He said confidently. "There's bound to be someone kind enough in this big city." They hadn't been here very long, but Saulbine had proved to be very large. "Let's start knocking, and we'll see what happens." He said. With that, they started to walk down the cobbled streets, his cat and his doll following beside him. --- Nuul "Ah, of course." Nuul said, rolling her eyes. "That old pile of scraps. I should have burnt it when I had the chance." She snapped her fingers and her Grimoire floated upright in front of her and flipped to the page she wanted. A swirling vortex of darkness appeared on the pages, and a swarm of what seemed to be bats flew out of the book, but they were slightly odd. They consisted only of a round spherical body with one large eye in the middle of it and a pair of wings on their back. She summoned the Beholders. "You do realize, that I am incapable of taking anything that is not sacrificed to me." She said, the Beholders swirling around her. "Those foolish humans willingly gave their souls for my power." The cloud of beholders was thick now, obscuring anything behind her including Eren. One beholder with a purple pupil flew and sat on his shoulder, this one was capable of communication. He is ready to talk, but he is yet to awaken. It said in his mind, Don't expect assistance, this hunter is strong. She leaned forward in her chair as the message was transmitted to Eren, placing her hands under her chin and leaning forward as some Beholders supported her arms. Behind her, the bulk of the Beholders swarmed together into a large mass, and slowly, a blinking eye emerged from the middle of it and large wings unfurled from the sides. "Are you confident in your strength, hunter?" She said with an evil smirk, "Many have fallen by these hands of mine."</s>	<\|message\|>Transient Princess \| "The White Queen" "We decree you, executed." The squirming, writhing mass did not scare her. The Pawns behind her impaled the writhing creature by the sides, holding it up to let her grip remain unneeded as she took a step back and motioned to the Knight awaiting her orders. One simple phrase -- a phrase so often used by her sister that made her giggle inwardly to use -- gave signal to the Sentinel to take up his sword for the sake of murdering the creature that remained strapped in the marble weapons. "Off with its head!" The words came with a soft laugh as the broadsword sliced through the Puppeteer, chopping its body in half before the Pawns ensured its death by using their halbards to separate what remained of its corpse into pieces. With a dismissing wave as the misty creature faded from its own "life", The Transient Princess turned her head to the young girl she held and smiled. "There we are, Alice. Chasing rabbits always gets you into trouble. Now, where shall we take you? You must have been terribly bored to want to wander down such a dark path -- and without a Cheshire in sight to keep you away from the bad things! Just say where you'd like and I, the White Queen -- well, Transient Princess, rather, will indulge in whatever whims you'd have right now. Shall we play a game?~" The Doll had managed to retain her regality completely throughout the executing, and with a sweet tone to boot. Hopefully, this would ease the girl's worries. After all, a young lady should not be placed under such stress.</s>
<\|description\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Age: 27 Gender: Female Appearance: Dirty blonde hair kept in a messy ponytail, a quite nasty scar running over her left eye and the left side of her mouth (reaching from just above the eyebrow to almost the chin), her scarred eye is white and blind but her unscarred eye is hazel. Her body, or what's left of it, exists within the combined power armor / life support system that is her suit. She was of average height before being equipped with it, but now she's eight feet tall thanks to it. Weapon (up to six): The hydraulics that power her suit give her monstrous strength, enough to get into fistfights with even the larger aliens. There is a mount on her right arm where a minigun can be affixed, though this means she can't punch with it. Another mount allows a grenade launcher to be attached to the upper left of her back, allowing it to fire over her shoulder. Though not technically a weapon, her suit is outfitted with jump jets that, although they don't allow for the heavy machine to fly, allow for jumps that can place her on the roof of a two-story building. Similarly, while not actually a weapon, her cybernetics have taken advantage of her blinded eye to co-opt that optical nerve and link it to sensors on her suit, allowing her to see an array of information including details about her suit status and also various environmental and rangefinding details useful in a combat situation, i.e. ladar scans and toxicology / radiation warnings. Position on Infinity: Heavy weapons specialist, assists with the heavy lifting Reasons they joined The Infinity: Revenge for being mutilated and the deaths of many people that she cared about at the hands of the aliens. Bio: A career soldier, she was nearly killed with the rest of her unit in an alien attack. Initially expected to be bedridden for life, she was quick to volunteer for the experimental project to put critically injured soldiers back on the front lines by outfitting them with a super-heavy exoskeleton / life support system, and the invasive cybernetics required for them to interface with the suit as though it were their natural body. No longer able to survive outside of her suit or a similar cybernetic life support system, she has made it her mission to break the aliens into as many little pieces as possible, even if she has to do it with her (admittedly large and metal) bare hands.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was already awake when the message was rang through the intercom to be at the briefing room in fifteen minutes. She had been set straight to the job of a neural networks operation as soon as she boarded, someone else taking care of her belongings and storing them in her cabin. She nodded to herself as she continued guiding a maintenance arm toward one of the dropships in the hangar. She clicked on the 'mount' button on her screen, and then once it had confirmed the task as being completed, she clicked on the 'drain fuel' option. A warning voice began to speak into her ear. "Warning: The draining of fuel must be monitored by an engineer or a ne-" Emily spoke at the same time as the computer spoke to her. "Neural network operator bypass, authorization 'Whiskey-Bravo-Three-Nine-Five'." The computer made a clicking sound as it authorized the drain, and pooled dropship fuel back into the tanks. The dropship was currently not needed, so she was making sure that if it had an accident that no fuel leaked. There were other dropships she had drained, however she left one fueled in case of an emergency that required it. She locked her computer, which she was trained to remember to do. If someone were to access her computer, they would have a lot of power in the way of accessing databases. Most of the highly confidential stuff required a second authorization every time it was accessed, however there were still basic things that could be accessed or done. After locking, Emily took her Admin Deck and trotted down to the meeting area, where she sat in a chair at the very front, giving a salute to the Captain. She then logs into her Deck and is immediately greeted by several errors and things that people have messaged her about while she was logged off. Emily shakes her head to herself as she taps on her pad, going through everything.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) The earth-shaking sound of metal on metal footsteps warned of Jacqueline's arrival long before she came into sight. She had already been busy around the lower levels of the ship for some time, helping to move and install the large upright docking cradle that served as her necessary alternative to a bed. With her massive frame, there was no bunk that could fit her, and even if there was the regular diagnostics and maintenance required by her suit was most easily dealt with during a normal sleep cycle. Since such a thing couldn't fit into the crew quarters, a small section of the cargo hold had been cordoned off to function as her domicile. What it lacked in privacy it more than made up for in functionality, as the cargo hold was one of the relatively few places on the ship where she never had to worry about damaging the roof by raising her arms too high. When she arrived at the briefing room, she had to duck slightly to fit in through the doorway. Her suit's integrated helmet was inactive, revealing her heavily scarred face and messily tied-back hair. The suit itself was blocky and industrial looking in a way that only military hardware was, and combined with her size she almost looked like one of her parents was an actual tank. Looking around, her one good eye passed over the available seating to rest on some crates left in the corner—crates that looked sturdy enough that they wouldn't just crumple under her weight. Walking over, she eased herself into a sitting position, bringing her head to eye-level with the rest of the room's occupants. Drumming her fingers on her knee with one hand, she scrutinized the rest of the crew that had so far shown up.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian woke up with a new sense of enthusiasm, Staring at the metal wall infront of him he gotten off of his bed, and gotten ready for his new day saving lives, putting on a Khaki-colored Uniform with a Green Vest and Helmet which reminded him of a WWI Helmet in a way, he armed himself up with a Simple Pistol and some ammo. and a Medical Kit full of cool medical stuff, he was extremely excited and he could barely stop himself from exploding with happiness, he walk-runned out of the door to what he thinks is the Briefing room. he walked inside viewing a medium-sized room with a Table in the middle, and a person who looked more robot than man Sitting on a crate, just the view of her gave him goosebumps. he looked away from the person. she looked like she had a tank for a mother or something, he looked away and ignored her, he had more important things to do than stare at a robot, he stood with Enthusiasm and waited for briefing to happen</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred was already heading in the direction of the briefing room when the message rang out. His dropship had docked a few hours ago, and he had taken the time to unpack in his cabin. Back on duty after a 6-month medical leave, he hoped that his fresh energy and enthusiasm would match how rusty he was. A few days in the training complex on Earth gave Alfred a bit of his old edge back, but live combat would be needed to return to full capacity. He checked the map on his deck (similar to Emily's, but without administrative capabilities.) to ensure he was going the right way, before entering what should be the briefing room. The room was not small, but crates piled in the corners made it a little claustrophobic. The occupants were a varied bunch, not seeming to fit any description of a team. A small platform across from the door supported a scruffy man with multiple scars, who appeared slightly upset about something. "I'm sorry," Alfred said, with a polite, cultured tone. "I appear to have taken a wrong turn. Could any of you direct me to the briefing room?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian immediately answered the dude, Stepping forward to his direction he answered, his voice full of New-Enthusiasm, This is the briefing room I think!</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman's cold eyes watched the new crew as they poured into the briefing room. One of them who was carrying a medical kit, looked far too enthusiastic for Soloman's liking. One member asked if they where the briefing room was. "It's right here idiot!" He sneered distastefully. "It looks like we're all here. Good. We have just received a very basic mission. We need to transport ammo to an outpost in our base on Uranus." He gave the crew a stern look as to dare them to make a joke "Sadly our alien 'compadres' have taken several areas of Saturn and have heavy artillery," he pulled down a picture of the flight route "so to avoid being destroyed on your first mission, that does happen, we will stop on Jupiter where our a new military lab have devolved a device to make us travel past unseen, so we can safely land on Uranus. Sadly we may encounter an alien or two on Jupiter or Uranus so I expect you all of to have all your wepons on you at all times. If you don't and the aliens don't kill you I certainly will, and I'm not joking!" He knew one thing however, the neural networks manager would be into him, he protested when they were brought into his ship. Then again if he had his way a the female members of the crew would dress like french maids. "Any questions?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior The commander yelling made Brian flinch a bit, he turned away from the person he was talking to and listened. and frowned after hearing what his mission was, and that he was just going to sit down and wait in a space ship all day, He wanted to actually do something cool like Rescue soldiers from a POV camp or Lay siege to a city! but instead they were just being glorified cargo ships?. Brian Sighed. this was not what he signed up for.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack shifted her weight, causing the crate beneath her to creak in protest. When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice had a slightly synthetic edge to it that implied some level of cybernetic assistance to her voice, but even that couldn't mask the distinctive rasp that only a smoker's voice would have. "Experimental stealth tech on a high end warship, all for an ammo drop? There's either something more that we aren't being briefed on here, or else someone idiot in the brass thinks we're a freighter because this is some shit use of materiel if I've ever seen one. Though to be fair..." she looked around the room, her face the very picture of unimpressedness. "...I've seen forests that are less green than some of the faces here, they could probably do with a gimmie mission so they can decide if they'd rather run home or not before things get serious."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily let out a small huff. Ammo drops would mean little difference to her, probably only just a few extra scans to make sure that nothing had fallen out of place. However, the way the captain said they should have their weapons on them at all time made it sound like she would be going onto the ground with the troopers. A neural operator was senior crew on a ship, as they were the only members of the crew that could access remote control functions of many of the things of the ship. The senior operations officer could do that, too, but they never really had the time, and they were limited with what they could do. The captain could also do that, but it was obvious why a captain wouldn't be the one doing it. Emily grunts. Maybe the reason she could be going onto the ground was to monitor the dropoff of the ammunition, and edit the ship's inventory likewise with her Admin Deck. She shrugged. She'd need an escort if she was going to do that.</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred quickly sat in the closest chair as the captain began to speak, still slightly confused by the lack of professional atmosphere in the briefing room. The crew being briefed were arrayed at different points around the room, some even standing, with no attempt to even organize themselves by rank or position. The angry man at the front, apparently their captain, sounded a little drunk, and was yelling far more than necessary for the small space. After the captain finished his tirade, a heavily-scarred woman in a suit of heavy battle armor spoke up, raising a point about the absurdity of the mission. Alfred raised his hand, then stood and spoke when no-one acknowledged him. "I must agree, using a warship to carry cargo is less than effective. What limited space we have is mostly used to hold the dropships and our own supplies and ammunition. Perhaps you meant that we would be escorting a convoy or single cargo ship to its destination?" Sitting back down, the young technician officer wasn't sure if he preferred a yes or a no. Which is worse, an incompetent captain or an illogical mission?</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman smiled at the man who spoke up. "Right there!" He shouted "Right there is a model solider, who can guess what the rest of you where to dim to realise I didn't metion." He liked this kid, he was smart unlike most recruits he met. "Yes we are escorting a smaller convoy to our destination, Uranus. That's why I asked you all to bring your wepons. I wasn't lying about the gadgets though, we need to been unseen by the aliens on Saturn." He turned to the Medic "Listen son, that media it of yours may be used quite frequently on Uranus so, do you feel prepared to fight," he sternly frowned at him "and use it, at the same time!" He said at the same time to faze him a little. He slammed his hand on the desk "Well, do you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack rolled her eyes at the captain who was increasingly sounding like a wannabe Drill Sergeant. "Take it down a notch, Commander. If we need ground support or extraction, that's where I come in. Leave the medic somewhere safe, I can drag any injured personnel back to safety where we DON'T risk having a hole blown through the skull of our support staff. We have one medical officer from what I saw of the unit roster, if sparky there gets critically wounded there's not gonna be anyone to patch him up." Putting her hands on her knees, she rose to her full standing height. "Besides, we're still in Earth controlled space. Even if we DO run into hostiles, there's no way they'll have the numbers to pose a serious threat. We can just shell any exposed targets with the ship's guns, and we have enough ground firepower to dig them out of any bunkers they might somehow have set up. Unless there's some gaping hole in our intel, there's no reason to expect heavy resistance." She fixed Soloman with an unamused stare. "At least, nowhere near heavy enough to put support staff in the line of fire."</s>