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<\|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\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman turned his head towards Emily "Listen here, I don't care for Neural network whatevers darling, but if your that instant then fine, you can monitor the ship to check for any damage reports. If any aliens get in here though, you may need backup. My backup." He looked at Jack "You look like your a pretty good fighter, how about whilst I'm guarding the ship here, you can lead the team." He threw her an ear piece "use this to contact me, if you need to." He gathered up his folder and held it under his arm and he tapped his ear piced "This is Soloman Creeks, can you read me? Good," he said, the captain of the convoy was contacting him "Yes we're almost ready, we'll take of in 7 mins, approximately. Soloman Creeks over and out!" He turned to the crew "You heard me, get going!" he ordered, exasperated "Meeting adjourned!" He saluted to the crew and marched out of the room to the cockpit and punched in the co-ordinates. He sighed to himself "I can't wait to see what happens to these imbeciles!" He chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack just tossed the earpiece back to him. "Don't need it. All my comm hardware is built in. Keep your trinkets." She smirked a bit as he left, presumably off to go do whatever it was that self-important blowhards did to earn their keep. Taking a deep breath, she looked around at the group still in the room. "Well, that briefing told us a lot, just not much about the mission. Still, there are things we can do to prepare for it, as best we can. First up, if I'm going to be leading the team, I need to know what equipment we have and that it's working right. I'd like a status report on any shuttles or interceptors we might have, along with their weapons, armor, flight specs, the like. If we're running bodyguard for a convoy, then we might have to use them if we encounter any problems while en route. Beyond that, while I don't think support staff is going to have to fight at all, it would still be a good idea to keep a weapon handy just in case something DOES go FUBAR. I'm not talking a pocket knife people, carry a gun." Pausing to think, she turned to Brian. "If we need to go planetside, you're coming along and you're waiting in the shuttle, unless they've got tissue paper for armor. We don't need you getting shot, but we need you handy if someone needs immediate attention. Now, last question I had but didn't get a chance to ask..." with a mental command that her neural implants reacted to, she opened a comm to Soloman. "Since I'm really doubting that we're going to try to land on a couple of gas giants, would you care to tell us what moon or satellite of Jupiter we're headed to, and which moon or satellite of Uranus we're going to be dropping the ammo off at?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian opened his mouth and protested against the Robo-cop chick Thats a absolutely horrible plan. If I stay inside of the shuttle and something goes wrong your not just going to "Pull the injured person 50 miles to the medic". I may be a medic but I can defend myself! He protested. their was no way he was going to sit in a shuttle while everyone else gets the glory. He signed up to save lives. not sit down in a shuttle and count how many seconds until they get back!. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She turned her gaze to him. "First up, if we're going to be 50 miles from the touchdown point, we'll just move the shuttle. Second, if you take a bad hit we have NOBODY to patch you up. You wanna save lives? You'll have an easier time doing it if you're not dead. You think your training as a medic is going to be enough to keep you safe out there?" She walked forward, towering over him. "I was a trained soldier with field experience before they blew me into bloody chunks and our techs put me back together in this thing." She knocked on her chest for emphasis, the metal thunking sound filling the room. "We don't have the luxury of having backup medics, so until that changes I'm not putting you at more risk than I need to. If you can't follow that order and stay on the shuttle, then you can stay here on the ship. You're no good to anybody dead, and I'd rather trained soldiers who know the risks go down there as opposed to some hot-headed kid with more enthusiasm than sense." She shifted her weight on her hips and crossed her arms. "So which is it gonna be, are you gonna stay on the shuttle like you're told, or am I gonna have to leave you here on the ship?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian savior flinched and stepped back a bit once the Metal person knocked on her chest, She was actually scary in a way, like. that one drill sergeant who takes his job A bit too seriously. His voice stuttering and scared, He answered her I..I..I think I'll just..stay on the shuttle A Part of Brian wanted to protest back and bark at her, but another much more Smarter part of him told him to shut up unless he Hates having his teeth inside of his mouth. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She grinned, not in a sarcastic or mean way, but actually seeming relieved. "Good. I realize it doesn't feel like you'll be doing as much, but you'll be a lot more useful to us there than on the frontlines." She crouched down in front of him, bringing herself to eye level. "Don't get me wrong, what you do is useful, but that's exactly why I'm trying to keep you safe. If someone gets hurt, we're going to need you, and you can do a lot more good when you're not filled with bullet holes. What we need is a doctor, someone to patch us up, not another grunt running around and getting shot at." She stood up, giving him a sincere smile. "Let us go and get hurt. It's our job to take the stupid risks, and if we didn't have people like you waiting to put us back together we would have lost a lot more people by now. Let's face facts, our captain?" she nodded her head in the direction that Soloman had walked off towards. "he seems like an idiot. I don't expect that we'll be getting good orders, so there's a good chance that he'll put us in situations where we wind up injured. As long as he's running the show, I need to know that there's SOMEONE kept in reserve who has their head on right. It's not so much if, but WHEN we get hurt, we're going to need someone on hand who knows how to put all the parts back in the right places." She leaned backwards, flexing her back, the movement somewhat incongruous with her mechanical form. "I know it probably feels like you're sitting on the sidelines, but the best thing you can do to help is to stay safe and be ready if we need medical attention. From what I read of your dossier, your strength really is focused on medicine and healing, and so it only makes sense to play to that. People like you? You could very well save more lives than any of us soldiers, but only if you're alive to do it."</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt "Also," Alfred added, feeling a little sorry for the young medic. He knew how terrifying the more experienced troops could be. "We could use someone on the shuttle's sensor array to get an overall view of the battlefield. Just to let us know if someone's sneaking up on us or trying to escape. If you want to help, stay on coms with us and give reports on enemy positions."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was a bit shaken by the captain's outburst, and was visibly quivering a little. It's okay, it's okay. He's not going to beat you. You just have to follow your orders, she told herself, quivering continuing. She was a neural networks operator, she shouldn't be getting into the shit she is with the captain. To distract herself, she began searching through the Admin Deck to find out what Jacqueline had wanted to know. "W-We have," She begins, "We have four light dropships, one of them disassembled, only one of them fueled, but the others can be fueled up relatively quickly. We have one heavy dropship, not fueled but once again easy to fuel. We also have twenty interceptors, as well as five bombers. The bombers carry standard payload bombs, but we also have a payload of napalm and cluster we can deliver. Armour is light on the attack craft, obviously, or they'd just drop out of the air." Emily's voice was shaky, still a bit scared of the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior the sudden change in Attitude was pretty sudden, the anger subsided and left, well uh..thanks very much He thanked the two people, he didn't exactly know what to say about the Captain. He had this Aching feeling that He would cause something bad to happen. really bad. Brian decided to sit down on a wooden crate that looked like a Cinder block or two was thrown at it...or a hundred. The Metal person's Speech was still in Brians head. for once he was going to save lives..instead of dreaming about it. but that captain..he was going to do the opposite. Something about the captain scares me. he looks like he's fresh out of College He added, He really didn't trust the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman tapped his earpiece "Hello? Yes I read you. We are ready for take of." He pulled a lever and The Infinity rose off the ground. "All systems are go." He smiled he was back in the air. "Captain over and out." He looked over the th empty seat next to him. Mark's seat. "Don't worry Cappy, I'll make this mission worth the crew!" He laughed and then spoke into the intercom "Right-ho, crew, we have taken off," he said, in a commanding tone "so you had better started planning the escort whilst we're on Uranus!" He sighed. This crew was harder than he thought. He left the ship to pilot itself and he visited the bridge. There he could monitor the goings on of the planning of the escort mission. When he heard Brain 'fresh out of collage' remark, he yelled so loud they could probably hear it in the breifing room. "How dare he call me 'fresh out of collage'!! I'm 29 years old for Christsake! I'm probably going to need something to hit now!" He then added "Maybe that Neural Networks punk!!" He silently chuckled.</s>	<\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack nodded. "Alright, let's get the heavy dropship gassed up. If it does turn out that we have to deploy into a hot area, we need that option available." She turned her attention towards Brian. "You read the Captain's dossier? I'd be happier if he was fresh out of college, from what I can tell he got grandfathered into his job because of the guy training him." She paused for a moment to blow a strand of hair out of her face. "A guy who got killed, so in my eyes the fact that he learned from that person doesn't mean all that much. That's exactly why I want to keep you safe, as long as we're working under this yahoo's orders, there's a good chance some of us are coming back injured. I don't think he has any clue what he's doing." She rolled her eyes as her biomechanically enhanced senses picked up on the captain's response, before activating her comm to Soloman again. "People are gonna call 'em like they see 'em, so if you want respect start acting in a way that deserves it. Now I'm asking you again, what moons or stations are we landing on? I need to know what kind of gravity and terrain to expect, since there's obviously no way we're landing on a Jovian planet." She turned off her comm. She sorely wanted to continue and tear a strip off her new CO, but so far he had only SOUNDED extremely incompetent, and until he actually proved that fact there wasn't a lot she could do. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the briefing room. "Other than fueling the heavy dropship, I want a quick overview of the med bay so that we know what options we have if someone gets hurt." She looked pointedly at Brian. "I don't want to find out at the last second that we don't have the tools to properly fuse a broken bone or anything. From what I know of this class of ship, I expect it to be fully stocked, but with a captain like this I want a second opinion from someone who actually knows what they're doing." Looking around at the ragtag group before her, she gave a stern nod. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the cargo bay setting up my weaponry. Keep me informed of any updates. Dismissed." Ducking her head, she turned and walked out of the briefing room before once again opening a comm to Soloman. "I'm also going to need an ETA on our arrival at whatever Uranus facility we're headed to, whenever you could kindly answer any of my mission-relevant, important questions that you're so far ignoring."</s>
<\|description\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: -Light armor suit for the vacuum of space and other hazardous environments. Limited temperature control and oxygen storage suitable only for short duration in harmful situations. Low protection from impact and ricocheted bullets as well, but unable to stop a direct hit. Also equipped with magnetic fasteners for maneuvering in zero-gravity. -A shrapnel shotgun with a six-round clip, suitable for dealing antipersonnel damage in the close confines of a spaceship, yet not so strong as to break holes in the bulkheads. -A fusion torch and soldering rods for cutting and repairing. Included in the kit is a cooling tool to rapidly seal the molten solder. -Packs of chemical explosive gel. High-tech plastic explosives for breaching and general destruction. -Flash, gas, concussion, and shrapnel grenades with set with either a timer or remote detonation. Position on Infinity: Technician and Demolitions Reasons they joined The Infinity Alfred has no personal vendetta against the alien race, but is rather fighting for adventure and a large salary. Bio Alfred grew up in his father's workshop, covered in grease and metal shavings, and loving every moment of it. He picked up a wrench as soon as he could hold one, and brought an internal combustion engine for his first-grade show-and-tell. When he was twelve, Alfred started as the junior member on a pit crew for a rookie driver, and won his way to fame as the driver took second place in the NASCAR sprint. He won a scholarship to a prestigious school in Massachusetts, and met with a recruiter while in his second year. Dropping out of school, and filled with adventurous spirit, he was on the first shuttle to the fleet's training base on Mars. After the required 6 months of training, he shipped out on assignment as junior technical officer, and received a field promotion when the senior officer died in a firefight. Alfred was wounded in a later battle, and returned to Earth for a 12-month medical leave. Other: -Due to the amount of tools under Alfred's supervision, he carries a small satchel strapped to his back containing the fusion torch, soldering rods, cooling tool, and chemical explosive packs. The grenades and remote detonator are attached to a bandolier across his chest. -The grenades need to be programmed before throwing, taking about 10-15 seconds per grenade.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks "Aaaaaaaaah!" Gasped Soloman as he jerked upwards in his bed. He just had that dream again. The dream where the only real parent he ever knew Captain Mark Brown of The Infinity, died in an alien raid. He would know, he was there. When Mark died he gained control of his ship. He quickly got out of bed, the scar on his chest from the raid Mark died in throbbed like hell. "Better get changed, so I can meet those new recruits. Let's pray the're not as idiotic as the last bunch." In about 10 minutes, Soloman managed to get changed. The day the new recruits came in was allways the worst day of his life. He hated them all, they usually thought they were in for a run life of adventure. He had seen enough death to kno that there's no such thing. He marched over to the intercom in his room to make a message. "Wake up, crew." His low husky british accent rang out all through The Infinty. "I expect you all to be in the briefing room in 15 minuets. Captain over and out." Gathering up his folder he marched to the briefing room and placed his folder on the table on his little stage, his face the image of to much self confidence, perversion, and a general jerk-like nature.</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>
<\|description\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: -Light armor suit for the vacuum of space and other hazardous environments. Limited temperature control and oxygen storage suitable only for short duration in harmful situations. Low protection from impact and ricocheted bullets as well, but unable to stop a direct hit. Also equipped with magnetic fasteners for maneuvering in zero-gravity. -A shrapnel shotgun with a six-round clip, suitable for dealing antipersonnel damage in the close confines of a spaceship, yet not so strong as to break holes in the bulkheads. -A fusion torch and soldering rods for cutting and repairing. Included in the kit is a cooling tool to rapidly seal the molten solder. -Packs of chemical explosive gel. High-tech plastic explosives for breaching and general destruction. -Flash, gas, concussion, and shrapnel grenades with set with either a timer or remote detonation. Position on Infinity: Technician and Demolitions Reasons they joined The Infinity Alfred has no personal vendetta against the alien race, but is rather fighting for adventure and a large salary. Bio Alfred grew up in his father's workshop, covered in grease and metal shavings, and loving every moment of it. He picked up a wrench as soon as he could hold one, and brought an internal combustion engine for his first-grade show-and-tell. When he was twelve, Alfred started as the junior member on a pit crew for a rookie driver, and won his way to fame as the driver took second place in the NASCAR sprint. He won a scholarship to a prestigious school in Massachusetts, and met with a recruiter while in his second year. Dropping out of school, and filled with adventurous spirit, he was on the first shuttle to the fleet's training base on Mars. After the required 6 months of training, he shipped out on assignment as junior technical officer, and received a field promotion when the senior officer died in a firefight. Alfred was wounded in a later battle, and returned to Earth for a 12-month medical leave. Other: -Due to the amount of tools under Alfred's supervision, he carries a small satchel strapped to his back containing the fusion torch, soldering rods, cooling tool, and chemical explosive packs. The grenades and remote detonator are attached to a bandolier across his chest. -The grenades need to be programmed before throwing, taking about 10-15 seconds per grenade.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian savior flinched and stepped back a bit once the Metal person knocked on her chest, She was actually scary in a way, like. that one drill sergeant who takes his job A bit too seriously. His voice stuttering and scared, He answered her I..I..I think I'll just..stay on the shuttle A Part of Brian wanted to protest back and bark at her, but another much more Smarter part of him told him to shut up unless he Hates having his teeth inside of his mouth. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She grinned, not in a sarcastic or mean way, but actually seeming relieved. "Good. I realize it doesn't feel like you'll be doing as much, but you'll be a lot more useful to us there than on the frontlines." She crouched down in front of him, bringing herself to eye level. "Don't get me wrong, what you do is useful, but that's exactly why I'm trying to keep you safe. If someone gets hurt, we're going to need you, and you can do a lot more good when you're not filled with bullet holes. What we need is a doctor, someone to patch us up, not another grunt running around and getting shot at." She stood up, giving him a sincere smile. "Let us go and get hurt. It's our job to take the stupid risks, and if we didn't have people like you waiting to put us back together we would have lost a lot more people by now. Let's face facts, our captain?" she nodded her head in the direction that Soloman had walked off towards. "he seems like an idiot. I don't expect that we'll be getting good orders, so there's a good chance that he'll put us in situations where we wind up injured. As long as he's running the show, I need to know that there's SOMEONE kept in reserve who has their head on right. It's not so much if, but WHEN we get hurt, we're going to need someone on hand who knows how to put all the parts back in the right places." She leaned backwards, flexing her back, the movement somewhat incongruous with her mechanical form. "I know it probably feels like you're sitting on the sidelines, but the best thing you can do to help is to stay safe and be ready if we need medical attention. From what I read of your dossier, your strength really is focused on medicine and healing, and so it only makes sense to play to that. People like you? You could very well save more lives than any of us soldiers, but only if you're alive to do it."</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt "Also," Alfred added, feeling a little sorry for the young medic. He knew how terrifying the more experienced troops could be. "We could use someone on the shuttle's sensor array to get an overall view of the battlefield. Just to let us know if someone's sneaking up on us or trying to escape. If you want to help, stay on coms with us and give reports on enemy positions."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was a bit shaken by the captain's outburst, and was visibly quivering a little. It's okay, it's okay. He's not going to beat you. You just have to follow your orders, she told herself, quivering continuing. She was a neural networks operator, she shouldn't be getting into the shit she is with the captain. To distract herself, she began searching through the Admin Deck to find out what Jacqueline had wanted to know. "W-We have," She begins, "We have four light dropships, one of them disassembled, only one of them fueled, but the others can be fueled up relatively quickly. We have one heavy dropship, not fueled but once again easy to fuel. We also have twenty interceptors, as well as five bombers. The bombers carry standard payload bombs, but we also have a payload of napalm and cluster we can deliver. Armour is light on the attack craft, obviously, or they'd just drop out of the air." Emily's voice was shaky, still a bit scared of the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior the sudden change in Attitude was pretty sudden, the anger subsided and left, well uh..thanks very much He thanked the two people, he didn't exactly know what to say about the Captain. He had this Aching feeling that He would cause something bad to happen. really bad. Brian decided to sit down on a wooden crate that looked like a Cinder block or two was thrown at it...or a hundred. The Metal person's Speech was still in Brians head. for once he was going to save lives..instead of dreaming about it. but that captain..he was going to do the opposite. Something about the captain scares me. he looks like he's fresh out of College He added, He really didn't trust the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman tapped his earpiece "Hello? Yes I read you. We are ready for take of." He pulled a lever and The Infinity rose off the ground. "All systems are go." He smiled he was back in the air. "Captain over and out." He looked over the th empty seat next to him. Mark's seat. "Don't worry Cappy, I'll make this mission worth the crew!" He laughed and then spoke into the intercom "Right-ho, crew, we have taken off," he said, in a commanding tone "so you had better started planning the escort whilst we're on Uranus!" He sighed. This crew was harder than he thought. He left the ship to pilot itself and he visited the bridge. There he could monitor the goings on of the planning of the escort mission. When he heard Brain 'fresh out of collage' remark, he yelled so loud they could probably hear it in the breifing room. "How dare he call me 'fresh out of collage'!! I'm 29 years old for Christsake! I'm probably going to need something to hit now!" He then added "Maybe that Neural Networks punk!!" He silently chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack nodded. "Alright, let's get the heavy dropship gassed up. If it does turn out that we have to deploy into a hot area, we need that option available." She turned her attention towards Brian. "You read the Captain's dossier? I'd be happier if he was fresh out of college, from what I can tell he got grandfathered into his job because of the guy training him." She paused for a moment to blow a strand of hair out of her face. "A guy who got killed, so in my eyes the fact that he learned from that person doesn't mean all that much. That's exactly why I want to keep you safe, as long as we're working under this yahoo's orders, there's a good chance some of us are coming back injured. I don't think he has any clue what he's doing." She rolled her eyes as her biomechanically enhanced senses picked up on the captain's response, before activating her comm to Soloman again. "People are gonna call 'em like they see 'em, so if you want respect start acting in a way that deserves it. Now I'm asking you again, what moons or stations are we landing on? I need to know what kind of gravity and terrain to expect, since there's obviously no way we're landing on a Jovian planet." She turned off her comm. She sorely wanted to continue and tear a strip off her new CO, but so far he had only SOUNDED extremely incompetent, and until he actually proved that fact there wasn't a lot she could do. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the briefing room. "Other than fueling the heavy dropship, I want a quick overview of the med bay so that we know what options we have if someone gets hurt." She looked pointedly at Brian. "I don't want to find out at the last second that we don't have the tools to properly fuse a broken bone or anything. From what I know of this class of ship, I expect it to be fully stocked, but with a captain like this I want a second opinion from someone who actually knows what they're doing." Looking around at the ragtag group before her, she gave a stern nod. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the cargo bay setting up my weaponry. Keep me informed of any updates. Dismissed." Ducking her head, she turned and walked out of the briefing room before once again opening a comm to Soloman. "I'm also going to need an ETA on our arrival at whatever Uranus facility we're headed to, whenever you could kindly answer any of my mission-relevant, important questions that you're so far ignoring."</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Got it. thanks for the pep talk Brian told the mechanical woman, smiling and gotten up and headed over to the dropship. If he was right each drop ship had a tiny medbay, he walked over to the fueled Heavy one which he thought the group would be taking and walked inside of it The room was futuristic with seats on both sides. the group was red and their was a tiny white door leading to a small room. he walked in their and it almost didn't have anything. their was Bandages for Brute injuries. Burn Cream for burns. a medicine that helps people breath known as Dalexian. it can also stop blood lose and easily fix lungs and its counter part. he frowned Dalexiam a lethal injection that kills people almost instantly Why was this here? it was also right next to the Dalexian. No doubt someone would mistake them and accidentally kill someone. a drug which can eliminate toxins. a drug called Hyperzine which made people hyper. and Tramadol. oh god not Tramadol. it was a useful but highly addictive pain-killer. he heard stories of people ramsacking hospitals just to get a Tramadol fix. He silently prayed he would never have to use them but they were everywhere. their was literally a entire cabinet full of it, he didn't have very much to work with either. Maybe enough for 3 or 4 people?, and he looked towards the surgery equipment and almost immediately frowned. It was pretty much empty except for a Rusted Scapel which can no doubt give someone a infection. A drill..not a surgical drill but a actual Carpentry drill. a Circular saw which had a battery missing. a Hemostat which for once. was in good shape. a wielding torch. a goddamn wielding torch. a retractor and a bone settler which was in good shape. He ran out and checked all of the other drop ships. they all had the same equipment. he didn't even have Anesthesia. he gotten out of the dropship heading towards the briefing room. Working with these kinds of tools will likely do more harm than less, he walked back into the Briefing room, and into the captains room interrupting him Captain. the dropships Medical supplies are horrible!. theirs a CARPENTRY drill instead of a Surgical drill!. You have to do something about this before we leave. theirs absolutely no way I can help anyone with the current stuff I get!</s>	<\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred felt a little lost after the meeting adjourned. The others had gone off to complete various tasks, checking medical equipment, piloting the ship, or setting up personal equipment. Everything Alfred needed was either in his satchel or locked safely away in his cabin. A walkthrough upon arriving had confirmed the positions of repair equipment on the ship, and it looked like everything was fully stocked. Supply kits were stationed in important locations, with basic repair tools included. Alfred wouldn't need to use the tools provided, of course, as he always carried his with him. If they were going to be landing on an open area like the planetary or lunar surface, everyone's personal oxygen supplies would have to be checked and extended, if possible. He would also have to find a new weapon. His shotgun was suited for close quarters, but lacked the range and firepower to necessary for an open fight. The one thing this ship was missing was a proper armory; it seemed like everyone carried only their personal weapons. Sure, there were supply rooms for the missiles and heavy cannons used by the Infinity and her dropships, but no armor or weapons were available for personnel use. Alfred opened a communication channel with their mission leader, the bio-mechanical weapons specialist. "Greetings, ma'am. I realize it wouldn't be in your department to provide weaponry for the crew, but I was hoping you could help me locate an assault rifle or other semi-automatic weapon suited for open-terrain combat. My weapons are suited more for close-quarters combat, and it sounds like this mission might be the opposite."</s>
<\|description\|>Kel Varni Appearance: Age: 30 Gender: Male Birth Place: Orguis Weight: 180 lbs Height: 5'8" Personality: Kel likes to help people, but often does this more to improve or help himself more than for more humanitarian reasons. He likes to learn about the physical world, and can be very logical at times. This has lead to him having an interest in many academic areas, including chemistry, physics (Newtonian given the tech level), psychology, and philosophy. While he would rather not use his abilities to hurt people, he will defend people if they need him to. Bio: His uncle had used Water wielding to sense where the water was near the surface in the desert, and Earth Weilding to create wells in the area for the nomads that lived nearby. That lead to one of the governments in the area hiring him to produce wells in the city. One day while Kel was eight he was pretending to be an Earth wielder, using some of his uncle's old gloves, and some of the sandy soil near him moved. His uncle trained him, and when he was fourteen he started helping his uncle dig wells. When he was seventeen, while meditating near one of the fields, he found he could sense the minerals in the soil. With the help of his Uncle's girlfriend, an Earth Wielder in the city guard, he learned to fertilize soil and made a decent living helping the local farmers. Several years later, he was out in someone's field meditating, fixing the soil nutrients, when a group of bandits attacked. During the battle he got knocked down and had his meager Earth wielding counteracted by an Earth-wielding bandit. As the man approached him, he saw a poisonous snake near the man's leg. He hoped the man would get bitten and, a few seconds later the man started yelling, and jumped away from him. The man started screaming about a snake biting him and left to find the medic. He knew then that he must be a mind wielder, but unfortunately for him, there weren't any in the city. He needed to go somewhere else to learn, so he traveled to Ladria to learn from the best wielders in the land. He's been at the academy for just over a year. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Duel Element(s): Earth: Well dig: Creates a cylinder of stone .5 meters in diameter, which he lifts out of the Earth. He uses this mostly to strength train. Earth quake: Shakes the ground, breaking it under his opponents and knocking nearby people down. Geokinesis: Throws rocks at enemies or blocks attacks with rock. Sandstorm: rapid moving sand moves around him, obscuring the enemy's view of him. Mind: Creepy crawly attack: The enemy thinks that they were bit by a snake, stung by a scorpion, or something else from the area that is poisonous. Weapon: Arming sword (for bandits), bow & arrows (for hunting)</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Just as the tips of Nova's fingers brushed the surface of the water, a voice from behind her caught her attention. She turned her head to face the stranger, smiling warmly before returning her attention to the snake in the water. "There's always an exception, this one might just be lonely." Acting a little more cautiously before, Nova hesitated with her decision to touch the snake, leaving enough time for the boy to toss a rock at the creature. It was tough to tell what surprised her more, the fact that the snake wasn't real, or that its non-existence was proven by another advanced Wielder. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered into the clear liquid, a small laugh escaping her chest. "That certainly explains a few things." She commented to herself, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her hands on her knees. "A pleasure to meet you Olivier, I'm Nova. Nova Blake." She smiled and extended a hand in greeting, simultaneously scanning the area about them. "The climate is much different than Galio, isn't it?" She asked with a sigh, already starting to miss her home. There were times when Nova would be mistaken for a psychic because of the things she could tell about people, but it wasn't like there was a big trick to any of it. She could tell the man sitting across from her was from Galio because it was where she grew up, and the man emanated the feeling of the home she missed. Mind beginning to wander again, Nova shook her head and reached back into the pool of water, splashing some of the water on her face to cool down. "This place must be huge if they're giving us 48 hours to escape it... I wonder how many people are going to waste the first night sleeping." Nova was beginning to formulate a plan of action as she sat downstream from the waterfall, thinking back to all she had learned about jungles in the past. Temperatures between night and day weren't significantly different, at least not usually. But the absence of the sun was bound to be a big help and so she decided to pace herself through the first 24 hours without sleep then nap just before the end. Nova had opened her mouth as if she were going to speak again but quickly snapped her head up and to the side, watching in slight horror as a blue fireball raced in their direction. Without thinking, Nova leapt forward and grabbed Olivier by the arm, yanking him sideways into the water to avoid being struck by the blue flames. "Why the hell are they chucking those at us, we weren't doing anything." The look in her eyes was sad, but quickly shifting into anger. Disconnecting the stone from her choke collar and unclipping her gauntlet from their position on her scythe, Nova expertly fit the stone into place and slipped her right hand into the glove. "I hate these gauntlets so much." She growled under her breath, pushing herself back up to a standing position.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail Standing in the back of the crowd, Abraham observed that from what he could tell he was the oldest student in the crowd, and probably the poorest. So many nobles who bought their way in to the school stood there, their emblems shining brightly in the hot sun. He saw this as an advantage, as he was probably the most experienced student there and also most of them were probably very soft and spoiled living their entire lives with anything they wanted a finger-snap away. When the old headmaster said that any means were acceptable to win Abraham grinned. Perfect. The teachers duel was pretty impressive, and he especially paid close attention to the woman. She was a wind wielder, and so was he. He heard that wind wielders were quite rare, so he was glad there would be someone who would be able to teach him to master his wind-wielding skills, even though he would probably spend most of his time studying under the dual-wielding teacher. He was a bit upset by her loss, but the other guy was a dual-wielder so it was quite unfair. Once the tournament begun, most of the students rushed into the forest eager to gain an advantage over the rest. Fools. They would just get lost, or worse. He realized that since this would be quite a challenge, he should probably find some powerful allies for this journey. He looked around at the few students who were still waiting. These are the smarter ones. He was searching for someone who looked like he would make a strong ally, and then he saw him. Two years back Abraham got into some serious trouble with a local gang. He owed them lots of gold, and they gave him a week to get it. If he would fail to bring them the money, they would kill him, simple as that. He thought for some time of his options. He wouldn't run for they would surely find him, and there was no way he would manage to steal that amount in a week's time. Then he remembered the rumors of a man who could get anything done for you - for a price. He was known as The Contractor. Abraham got very interested in this man, and so he managed to set up a meeting with. Abraham told the man that he wanted a certain gang to "vanish". In return the man said he wanted 7 years of Abraham's life - one for each life he would need to take. Abraham decided it was well worth it, and signed that deal in blood. He never heard of the gang again. And there he was two years later, The Contractor himself. He saw that The Contractor and him were probably the only ones here with connections to the Underground and the Black Market, and decided that he had found his ally. He saw The Contractor walk into the forest following a young woman. Abraham followed him. When it started getting hot he used his wind power and gave himself a nice breeze. He started getting thirsty, and was happy when he saw The Contractor and the girl he was following had stopped at a lake and were now talking. Abraham was about to reveal himself to them, when suddenly the girl pulled The Contractor into the water and a blue fireball struck the exact spot where the two were kneeling a second before. Abraham felt the heat from a few meters away. He dropped to a crouch in the bushes, waiting to see how the next moments will unfold.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was quite surprised at the discovery, not as much that the girl was from the same state as he was, but that she could trace him back there. During his life, he had only met two space wielders so far, and neither could do tracking quite like that. And track wielding it was - the girl was probably not aware of his infamy; otherwise, she'd be much more reluctant to offer her friendship. "Nova... beautifully suggestive name. It is, indeed, quite unlike home. But when we will be mercenaries, we won't have the luxury of fighting in bearable weather, so this place is a mixed blessing of sorts. And I full heartedly agree that stopping for the night is a horrendous idea. Not only is finding a suitably safe place for a shelter a waste of time, but whomever has endurance pitiful enough not to endure two days of sleeplessness scarcely deserves to enroll." As he was talking, glancing at the thoughtful girl, she yanked him by the arm with surprising force, pulling him into the water. A ball of blue flame passed right over them. Dismayed by the wetness of his new garments, but thankful for Nova's good reaction times, Olivier helped himself up and her aswell. "I believe some hot shot new guy fails to make a difference between being able to kill other students for strategy and for kicks. Either way, we shall deal with him as he deserves." Saying such, Olivier set himself into fighting position, which for dark users like himself meant eyes half squinted and the gloved hand waving arcane symbols. The next blue fireball that came their way turned black slowly on its trajectory, withering away into nothing. This was a rarely used technique of Dark Wielding - a Dark Wielder could intercept the creations of other wielders, corrupt them, and fade them away, similar to a functional counterspell. It was rarely used because the energy it took for the Dark Wielder to counter the opposing ability was roughly 50% higher than that expended by the aggressor, which rendered countering all but useless in attrition or long battles. However, since dark wielders themselves were quite rare, Olivier was hoping the student who attacked them simply didn't know those facts, and would be intimidated by what he just did. Also, rather than taunt him, The Contractor spoke thusly, intending to make the situation as little bothersome as possible: "Beyond being outnumbered, out-supplied, and likely out-sustained by us, since you've been yanking those balls of blue mild heat for a while now - it's pretty audible - you're attracting enough attention to yourself that you're only going to get even mre outnumbered, out-supplied, and exhausted soon. Do yourself and us both a favor and get lost. I assure you we won't follow, it's too wasteful." After this longer taunt, Olivier scanned the area, both for previously unnoticed threats and other fireballs. He saw an unusually short middle-aged man with shoddy clothing approaching them, and after a second, crouching between a bush to avoid the fusillade of flame. Recognition dawned on him. "Oh, greetings. I quite recount you, albeit not your name, to be completely honest. Arguillan, debtor, mayhaps? Don't bother hiding, by the way, the guy that's targeting us will be out of steam soon."</s>	<\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel watched as a girl tried to touch the illusory snake. She won't last long that way. he thought, only to see another kid, a Darkness wielder, show up and prove his illusion a fake. Interesting. He listened to them talk, when another student came up to them and started throwing fire balls. Too enthusiastic. If he doesn't learn to conserve his energy and know when to use it, he'll exhaust himself and be unable to finish, much less battle his way out of the jungle. He continued to wait and listen, thinking of a way to alter the situation to teach them a lesson. The Darkness Wielder seemed to be the only one that had enough sense to make it at the academy, but how would he react if he saw his enemy in trouble? Would he take advantage of it, and strike the man down, would he help the man, and try to turn him, or would he leave him to his fate, perhaps using the situation to escape? When the other man approached, he realized that his opportunity had come. The elder man knew nothing of this situation, and wasn't hostile to either side. He would test them to see how they dealt with hostiles. There was a variety of ant in the area that was quite large and would swarm when disturbed, attacking any animal in the area, including humans. Placing his hand on the ground, he created a small quake in the ground, careful not to use too much energy. A few seconds after it happened, he focused on everyone he could see and made them see a swarm of ants coming from behind the fire wielder. If things worked the way he hoped, they would band together to fight the swarm. He would alter the illusion as they interacted with it, hopefully keeping it realistic enough that they didn't realize it was a fake. It would use a lot of his energy to do this for long, but it should be worth it.</s>
<\|description\|>Rhiannon Jones Appearance Her right eye is now a dimmer colour than her left, a small scar above her right eyebrow visible to the observant. Age: 24 Gender: Female Weight: 50kg/110lbs Height: 5'3" / 1.6m Place of birth: Ladria Personality: Cautious cheerfulness. That is the most accurate near-oxymoron with which to describe Rhiannon's temperament. She buzzes with energy but exudes very little of it, always active in speech and mannerisms but with a measure tone. With her speech she adopts an optimistic approach, focusing on positives where appropriate but she will not shy away from speaking unfortunate or unavoidable truths. Especially if ignoring them would be detrimental to the situation or patronising. Rhiannon is also generous and thoughtful but not to a fault; she will help others but is not one who easily puts others before herself. Bio: Born and raised in Ladria, Rhiannon has always had the famed Rohad Academy prominent in her consciousness. While it did not dominate her early life, her parents had no expectations or predispositions for her to attend the Academy nor did she have a burning desire to do so, her childhood was certainly influenced by its presence. People came to Ladria for the sole reason of joining the Academy, or trying to, and that affected the community that lived around the Academy as well. As a young girl she often 'played Wielders' with other children in her locality, such was the infusion of culture from the Academy that it affected their earliest years. Things changed a little when she, and a few others, discovered that they actually had the power and the group was split into haves and have-nots. They went to different schools and walked in different circles, occasionally muttering a greeting in the street as they passed; almost-forgotten memories rising unbidden to the surface and making even a short encounter awkward. Rhiannon grew up into a teenager with an athletic build, her fiery red hair and winning smile making her quite the target of affection for numerous classmates, especially the boys. Her foreign, lyrical sounding accent made her something of an exotic although she had been born and raised in Ladria while her parents had not. During these years she realised her affection for her own gender as well as men and became more comfortable with her own person, garnering a local fame for the confidence with which she intimately interacted with men and women. News spread that Rhiannon was being put forward for Rohad Academy and, unlike some of her peers, she had a strong chance of entering the prestigious Academy. Very few from her neighbourhood were accepted to Rohad despite its proximity due to their low levels of talent and her local celebrity status rose further. Which was why the events shortly before her entrance to the Academy became an infamous matter; never spoken of openly. All that is known is that Rhiannon left school as per normal and only returned home early the following morning. People speak of the girl's once fiery nature as having been extinguished, her eyes clouded with a new darkness and her trusting nature replaced by a deep unease when in a crowded place. Certainly, Rhiannon is slower to speak openly on matters of some controversy than she once was and is less brazen but she still has her cheerful nature; it is just tempered with caution now. Her sharp blue-green eyes no longer shine so brightly, her right eye especially showing a faint milky-white glaze synonymous with blindness and a now almost healed scar can be seen just above her right eyebrow. Away from her old life, Rhiannon shows signs of returning to her old self but the healing process will take time and safety, both of which she is unlikely to receive with events unfolding as they are. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Single Wielder Element(s): Rhiannon is a wielder of the water element and no other. Her personality matches some of the characteristics of water: flowing easily between moods without sharp, swift changes; calm and gentle or rough and raging; solid and unmoving like water when frozen. Her mastery of the element is still a work in progress. She cannot yet alter the temperature, and thus the form, of water but feels that particular ability is nearly within her reach. Currently she compensates for this by utilising the force of flowing water for defence rather than relying on the rigidity that ice might offer in the future. For offence she can simply use the crushing force of fast flowing or large volumes of water or focus it into a tight jet of high pressure, as if like a blade. Beyond the utilising of the basic properties of water Rhiannon has no specialised or unique abilities. Weapon: A plain, functional wooden quarterstaff as well as her wielding.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova closed her eyes as instructed and allowed herself to be led along through the steam that the fire had been reduced to. There was so much going on around them that Nova was beginning to feel overwhelmed, her extra sense of the world working against her. Exhaling slowly, Nova shut it down as best she could, deciding to rely on the Dark Wielder for the moment. Just when she thought they were out of the woods, that the Fire Wielder was beaten, the boy showed he had at least one more trick up his sleeve. Blasting them with another fireball, Nova stared at the darker flame with complete horror. She had never seen anything of the sort, but she had certainly heard of it. Her father was still training to achieve the black flame, something he didn't seem close to quite yet in his life. Feeling the impact with her weapon, Nova's eyes welled up with tears, the blade of the scythe disintegrating before her eyes. "Jerk." She hissed, slamming the now soft weapon on the ground at an angle, breaking off the 'infected' portion. She was left with a decent portion of the shaft, but she knew the weight distribution would be too different for her to use it effectively in a fight. As she stared at the useless weapon the space around Nova seemed to get heavier, like a foot pressing a rock into the dirt. It was only temporary, however, and Nova was unaware of the subtle shift that she herself had just caused in her anger. Clipping what was left of her weapon to her back, Nova popped the joints in her neck to calm herself down. "I am the bigger person... I will make the responsible decision..." She muttered to herself, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nope. No, I'm going to punch him in the face." Nova growled, marching forward in the direction the Wielder had jumped.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian "Now now, you really should be thankful none of that reached your skin. The scythe shielded you well. While... sentimental value might never be properly restored, I promise I'll come with you and shop for a new one once we're back in civilized lands." Olivier told Nova, stopping her from her angered trot. "As for our shoddy berserker, I have a way to keep him in check." Olivier closed in on the water wielder that was pinning down their foe, and smirked ever so slightly at her remark. He'd once known a water wielder that could blood wield, and he knew just how rare they are. Anyhow, her on-the-spot thinking was to be applauded. "I must applaud your performance. Quite a display of... haphazard destruction. By the way, I'm Olivier Chian, and delighted to meet someone so proficient. As for our little idiot, I have something more... safe than mere taunts prepared for him." Smiling from ear to ear, Olivier took out a small piece of paper and a pencil and started writing a contract. It didn't have the shock factor of using blood, but the girl's mention of blood wielding brought back unpleasant memories. In a minute, he was done, and handed the pinned fire wielder the sheet of paper, which had the following scribbled on it: "I will not engage in physically violent behaviour except in the avenue of reasonable self defense, wherefore reasonable is defined as necessary so as to avoid permanent bodily harm, and physically violent behaviour is defined as behaviour that would result in permanent bodily harm to anyone else without them making an attempt at defense. I will abide by those terms for the following 42 hours. Failure will result in the immediate loss of both of my legs." and then a blank space for a signature. Then, Olivier engulfed his second and middle fingers of his right hand in darkness that quickly took the shape of two long, sharp blades, appearing fluid and flowing in a single direction. "You have one minute to decide whether you sign this and group up with us. If you do not, run away in the opposite direction, back to the start, stay there, and lose your academy entry. If you neither run back nor sign this contract, I will slit your throat. Pick wisely."</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea heard the scuffle a second before she started to run towards it. She didn't know why She had the urge to run towards the danger, maybe because she thought someone was in trouble, or maybe she was just getting bored. Either way, Rhea was kind of excited for the action. She felt her nerves dance, as though her lightning coursed through her veins. By the time Rhea got to the excitement, everything had been settled. She broke through a pair of bushes with her two chain whips and her gauntlets on, they looked white hot, and if anyone listened, they would be able to hear lightning crackling through them. Rhea surveyed the situation, a man, surrounded by a woman who pinned him down. Another woman who looked pissed. And a man who wielded two blades of shadow. Rhea hissed, the fight may have stopped, but she was ready to start it up again. "What the hell are you doing to that kid?" She asked, and she twirled her whips slowly. Her eyes were fierce, like her father had taught them to be. She watched the others eyes, and considered throwing up a water shield. "If he was causing you trouble, you should tie him up and leave him, what you're doing is idiotic. I thought we were training to be the good guys." She pressed her lips together, a bit angry with their moral decisions. If these people were going to be the ones to save the country, she would have to move to a new continent.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear The vortex of flame dispersed once Adeen no longer felt the flames of the other boy around her. "Whew, that was closh - I mean close," she said, correcting her lisp. Being inside the vortex made her blind to the situation outside, so she was surprised to see the boy who made the pretty blue flame pinned to the ground, surrounded by other people who looked really annoyed. Especially that woman with the smoking, melted walking stick - she looked like her mom did when she burnt one of the family heirlooms by accident. Another woman stepped in, and Adeen could hear the sound of birds chirping. Oh, wait, that's lightning isn't it? Bleh, I don't like lightning, she thought. To her, lighting was flashy and hot, but it wasn't as flashy and warm was fire. Yeah, fire really is the best. The girl shook her head to clear her thoughts. Right now, what was more important was helping the guy with the pretty flame. He looked like he was being bullied, and it looked like they were trying to drive him away. If they did that, she would never learn how he was able to make his fire color blue! Adeen thought of the best way to help him. A second passed and she reached the inevitable conclusion on how to best assist Lao. One word: It started with an 'F' and ended with an 'e'. Grinning to herself, a bright flame burst from underneath Lao, consuming the young man in searing hot flames - well, hot to anyone who was touching him, anyway. Adeens control was truly marvelous, such that she could make it so only the things she wanted to be burned would burn. So though Lao was covered in flames, all he would feel was a mild heat, some difficulty in breathing, and perhaps a bit of itchiness. To everyone else however, it was a flame like any other.</s>	<\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones It seemed like the drama at the river was attracting a great deal of attention, just as Rhiannon had predicted. Unfortunately, the new arrival was getting entirely the wrong idea and assuming that the Fire Wielder she had pinned to the floor was the victim in the situation, rather than the aggressor. The first to arrive was someone who was clearly a Lightning Wielder, the crackle emanating from her gauntlet unmistakable. She immediately accused them of being both under-aggressive and over-aggressive. "We're simply defending ourselves and educating him on the benefits of teamwork. Tying him and leaving him here will mean someone will kill him while he's defenceless. That would make us murderers even if we didn't commit the actual act. Especially as a lot of nobles would love the chance to kill a commoner with no penalties." She turned her attention back to the young man and slowly released her grip as a show of good faith. "There's a lot of water around here in this jungle so don't forget who has the advantage." She warned. Just as she spoke fire erupted from the ground underneath, targeted at her. The Fire Wielder seemed unharmed and Rhiannon's attention was drawn towards the young girl who also wielded Fire; it was clear she was behind this. Leaping back she almost entirely avoided the flames but was forced to roll as embers set fire briefly to some of her clothing. It was easy to stamp out but left uncomfortable levels of heat around her knees and lower arms. "Let's all just calm down, okay!" She said loudly, holding her hands up in a peaceful gesture. "Fighting amongst ourselves just lowers our chances of succeeding in this trial. It's clearly designed to cause infighting so let's not fall into that blatantly obvious trap and work together, at least until we're out of the jungle, okay? That or I suggest we go our separate ways before this turns into a bloodbath."</s>
<\|description\|>Rhiannon Jones Appearance Her right eye is now a dimmer colour than her left, a small scar above her right eyebrow visible to the observant. Age: 24 Gender: Female Weight: 50kg/110lbs Height: 5'3" / 1.6m Place of birth: Ladria Personality: Cautious cheerfulness. That is the most accurate near-oxymoron with which to describe Rhiannon's temperament. She buzzes with energy but exudes very little of it, always active in speech and mannerisms but with a measure tone. With her speech she adopts an optimistic approach, focusing on positives where appropriate but she will not shy away from speaking unfortunate or unavoidable truths. Especially if ignoring them would be detrimental to the situation or patronising. Rhiannon is also generous and thoughtful but not to a fault; she will help others but is not one who easily puts others before herself. Bio: Born and raised in Ladria, Rhiannon has always had the famed Rohad Academy prominent in her consciousness. While it did not dominate her early life, her parents had no expectations or predispositions for her to attend the Academy nor did she have a burning desire to do so, her childhood was certainly influenced by its presence. People came to Ladria for the sole reason of joining the Academy, or trying to, and that affected the community that lived around the Academy as well. As a young girl she often 'played Wielders' with other children in her locality, such was the infusion of culture from the Academy that it affected their earliest years. Things changed a little when she, and a few others, discovered that they actually had the power and the group was split into haves and have-nots. They went to different schools and walked in different circles, occasionally muttering a greeting in the street as they passed; almost-forgotten memories rising unbidden to the surface and making even a short encounter awkward. Rhiannon grew up into a teenager with an athletic build, her fiery red hair and winning smile making her quite the target of affection for numerous classmates, especially the boys. Her foreign, lyrical sounding accent made her something of an exotic although she had been born and raised in Ladria while her parents had not. During these years she realised her affection for her own gender as well as men and became more comfortable with her own person, garnering a local fame for the confidence with which she intimately interacted with men and women. News spread that Rhiannon was being put forward for Rohad Academy and, unlike some of her peers, she had a strong chance of entering the prestigious Academy. Very few from her neighbourhood were accepted to Rohad despite its proximity due to their low levels of talent and her local celebrity status rose further. Which was why the events shortly before her entrance to the Academy became an infamous matter; never spoken of openly. All that is known is that Rhiannon left school as per normal and only returned home early the following morning. People speak of the girl's once fiery nature as having been extinguished, her eyes clouded with a new darkness and her trusting nature replaced by a deep unease when in a crowded place. Certainly, Rhiannon is slower to speak openly on matters of some controversy than she once was and is less brazen but she still has her cheerful nature; it is just tempered with caution now. Her sharp blue-green eyes no longer shine so brightly, her right eye especially showing a faint milky-white glaze synonymous with blindness and a now almost healed scar can be seen just above her right eyebrow. Away from her old life, Rhiannon shows signs of returning to her old self but the healing process will take time and safety, both of which she is unlikely to receive with events unfolding as they are. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Single Wielder Element(s): Rhiannon is a wielder of the water element and no other. Her personality matches some of the characteristics of water: flowing easily between moods without sharp, swift changes; calm and gentle or rough and raging; solid and unmoving like water when frozen. Her mastery of the element is still a work in progress. She cannot yet alter the temperature, and thus the form, of water but feels that particular ability is nearly within her reach. Currently she compensates for this by utilising the force of flowing water for defence rather than relying on the rigidity that ice might offer in the future. For offence she can simply use the crushing force of fast flowing or large volumes of water or focus it into a tight jet of high pressure, as if like a blade. Beyond the utilising of the basic properties of water Rhiannon has no specialised or unique abilities. Weapon: A plain, functional wooden quarterstaff as well as her wielding.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea smiles playfully as she listens to what Olivier says. She looked behind him at Nova, and waved politely.She considered what Olivier said, and her smile curved slightly. She wanted to know, and she didn't want to seem like a total tool. "Hmm. My curiosity overwhelms my sense of moral. Explain these gloves to me." She replied, nodding and looking at Olivier. At the angle she viewed him from, he looked rather handsome. His face was nice enough, and his posture showed confidence. Yet, as Rhea found herself thinking this, she also thought of his personality. He was an ass, and he was overconfident. He was probably a playboy too. She could never like a man like that, so she forced her eyes away, staying on the path. "What else do you know? You must have learned a lot, I'm sure." She asked, her voice distant. She had a lot of new questions now, and she was trying to sum them all up. "My biggest question is how do we wield? How was it coded into our genetic makeup? I don't know what I'd do if I found out that question. It's one of the many things that bugs me."</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova glanced back up the trail at Olivier, who had managed to get a good few feet away while they had been walking. "Afraid I'll et lost?" She grinned and laughed, jogging a few steps to close the distance before slowing back down to a slower pace again. As the Fire Wielder approached from behind, Nova turned her head and shot him a pouting glare, a look not much unlike that of a child who had found out they'd been lied to. She couldn't go as far as to say that she hated the boy, she was mature enough to steer away from such childish feelings, but Lao had seriously upset her and she was not about to forget him. "He seems perfectly capable of surviving this jungle challenge on his own. Does he have to follow us?" She growled, purposely addressing everyone else besides him while staring him down. She truly wanted to travel with allies, she had never had any before and it was exciting to her... But she didn't know how far she could go being followed by someone so mean. Thinking on it, with the amount of energy expelled during his attack, he might have to rest for part of the night, something she knew she wasn't going to do. I can wait until then. When he stops, I'll leave him behind." She thought to herself, turning her gaze to the path up ahead of them, actively searching for traps set out by other students.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian So Rhea was not really that much of an extremist. Sigh. When push came to shove, people forgot all about things such as compassion for the dead. Not that Olivier thought that was a bad thing. "The genetic mechanism for wielding is a very complicated and long-winded subject, I do not believe we could exhaust it here, and it might be more distracting than anything. I will tell you about the gloves, however." As he said that, he met her gaze, and it seemed like the girl was measuring him up. How funny. Olivier had never relied on charm before, but, thinking about it now, it was a tool in his arsenal. Mmmno... too cringe worthy... he won't go there. "When you wield, there is a constant feedback loop between your body and the environment. It just so happens, because of the multitude of gateways and ki vertices in your palms, that that is the place hardest to control the incoming flow from. In other words, your palms absorb much more energy than needed, in an erratic fashion. When trying to wield, that is, pull at energy with your willpower without a glove, if the technique you're using is very advanced, you run the risk of changing energy while it is in flux within your body, simply because you don't know it's there. This backlash can completely wreck both your nervous system and your ki pathways." Olivier glanced back for a second, to ensure that Nova was keeping pace. When she assured him that she won't get too far away with a rhetorical, she resumed his explanations. "This is why we have the gloves. Each emblem has a different core, which absorbs ambient energy while we are wielding so as to ensure we don't accidentally wield what is within our bodies. For a lightning wielder, if I remember correctly, the core should be a highly purified natural magnetic stone. For a dark wielder, the core is river amber with a perfectly preserved insect inside - enough so that its soul is trapped therein. They are literally weakening us to make us easier to control. As for how we came about this discovery, it wasn't death by wielding per se, but everyday, mundane death. For thousands of years, our physicians have been chopping off the freshly deceased to better understand how the human body works, and that gave us the mapping of our ki pathways." Everything Olivier said was true, if slightly incomplete, due to the time constraints. Turning back once more, he saw the idiotic flame wielder, the little girl and the water wielder making their way from behind. Nova expressed her annoyance at this, and he was feeling in kind. Rhiannon seemed strong enough to keep an eye on him, even though Olivier still thought it would've been much more efficient if he just made a contract to be absolutely sure that no shady business was taking place. But, whatever, the others wouldn't let him for some unknown reason (maybe they really had a death wish) so the point was moot. "We will not befriend each other. But alas, I'm not going to strike you down where you're standing. But don't forget, Lao." Saying that, Olivier raised his open, gloveless left palm, making a ball of brilliant black fire appear within it. "One more foolish act and you'll have more to worry about than lack of legs." Of course, Olivier couldn't actually wield black fire. He was wielding regular fire and then applying dark wielding to the color to make it look legitimate (kind of like food coloring). But whatever he had at hand to avoid a future needless conflict, he'd use. The flame went out as quickly as it was conjured.</s>	<\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon suspected that the group was not okay with bringing Lao along and cursed her sentimentality; how had she forgotten that the boy had actually tried to burn them to a crisp? Of course, they had all lived through the attack with nary a scratch and yes he may have been misguided in enacting his class irritation but that hardly changed the facts. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, weighing up whether in actual fact it would be more beneficial to decamp at night with the others and leave him behind. She knew no one else would trust him and they would make no headway if they were constantly expecting a fireball to the back. Still, for now at least they needed to act as a group. The first hours would be the most dangerous, with the highest chance of encountering another student in the jungle. Once they had spread out it would become far more unlikely to end up in a pitched fight; the hot heads would have wiped each other out and only those focused on the end goal of passing the test would win. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced at the group again, chewing her lip before speaking. "I know this is a bit out of left field but... what if this test is evaluated on how long it took us to get out of the jungle? Maybe the headmaster simply encouraged the in-fighting to weed out those unsuitable for the Academy in the early stages and there's no fixed number of potential applicants? He only ever mentioned a time limit as the criteria for this test." Rhiannon was largely musing out loud now, speaking slowly as she worked her way to a relevant conclusion while thoughts buzzed around her head and she attempted to select the relevant ones. "I... think what I'm trying to say is that we're clearly not going to work as a group. Most of us want to tie up and leave Fireboy - I mean Lao - here. It certainly lowers all our chances of beating that time limit if we're all expecting a fireball in the back at any moment. I know you promised not to but, no offence, I don't know you at all besides the recent events and that's not much to go on." She looked to the others and spread her hands, shrugging. "So I think a compromise is in order? The larger our group, the less chance we'll be distracted or interrupted by any of the idiotic hot-heads - sorry Lao - lashing out at everyone simply because they were allowed to. They'll all kill each other off by the end of the first day while those remaining will either be the strong ones or people who are more intent on passing this test than testing out their powers." She licked her lips nervously as she came to the crux of the matter. "...So in the end, the best solution for us is to travel as this group until nightfall. We can then re-evaluate the situation and see whether it is worth continuing as we are or splitting up if the large part of the danger has passed. I believe that's probably the best strategy... for all of us." Then the redhead stopped speaking and looked down at the ground, shuffling her feet. "Unless... anyone else had thought of something else?"</s>
<\|description\|>Nova Blake Nova has jet black hair that reaches the small of her back when wet and sharp, crystal blue eyes. Age: 25 Gender: Female Birth Place: Galio Weight: 145 lbs Height: 5'9" Personality: Nova is the oddball of her family, the dreamer amongst warriors. She is extremely intelligent, however her interest in the bigger picture often causes her to miss the small things, thus making her sound like an airhead to strangers. Much like a child, Nova is incredibly caring and abnormally trusting, but to betray her is a mistake. When frightened or upset she has a tendency to explode, both verbally and physically, a fuse that isn't often tripped but best left untouched. Ontop of her trusting personality, Nova becomes incredibly curious about the strangest of things and easily consumed with her distractions. Bio: Nova grew up in Galio with her parents and two older brothers, her father (a soldier) being the only wielder in the family line. In the early years of her childhood, Nova showed no signs of being a gifted wielder but her father wished for his children to be able to defend themselves in the case of a foreign invasion. Being much smaller than her older brothers, Nova adapted to a style of fighting quite unique to her agile abilities. It wasn't until she turned 8 that her parents noticed Nova's increasing distractability, her mind drifting to places the rest of her family oculd not follow. They kept an eye on her, expecting it to be a temporary condition, however in the following two years they discovered she was gifted. Unlike her father, Nova's element was much less tangible, more of a second sight than anything usefull. By the age of 15, however, Nova was able to predict celestial events and locate objects in rooms other than the one she occupied. Finding her abilities intriguing, Nova's father spent more time helping her train her abilities as a wielder, leaving her brothers to train alone. It took seven long years for anything major to happen, but once that seal had broken, it was as if Nova had gained a necessary understanding of her element allowing her to advance through her self-training more quickly. Now, at the age of 25, Nova has decided to travel to the city of Ladria in order to attend Rohad Academy, hoping to learn the necessary skills to push her abilities to the next level. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Wielder Element(s): Space (Some she has developed, others are for the future.) * Gravity Nullification: (Undeveloped) Nova has the ability to nullify the effect gravity has on particular objects, rendering them virtually weightless. The bigger the object, the less effect this ability has on it. For example, Nova cannot change the gravitation pull on a building enough to lift from the ground however she can leap great distances (or "fly") by altering her own gravity. * "Sixth Sense": (Developed) She has a knack for finding things, people included. There are times when Nova has to concentrate to find a particular object or person, but most times she can give a location within seconds of inquiry. The bigger the object, the easier to find. Moving objects require concentration but difficulty is still determined by size of requested object. * Dimension Bending: (Undeveloped) Used as a method of protection, Nova can bend the space around herself(or another) to become "untouchable". With an extremely short time limit of one mintue(at best), attacks appear to veer around the protected object. What's actually happened is the object has entered a pocket dimension, whose creation has caused a disturbance on the plane it originated from. Attacks slide along the same space as intended, however the space it should be inhabiting has been shifted around the object in question. Paired with an extremely short time limit, this ability causes great strain on the wielder's mental and physical state. Use of this ability by a weaker wielder can result in serious injury or coma. Weapon: Scythe</s> <\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the already damp cloth, then squeezed it out. Even though he'd been here for a year, he still couldn't get used to the Jungle. The heat wasn't a problem, he'd lived in such heat all his life, and even fought in it. It was the humidity. Even sweating didn't do anything, as it couldn't evaporate. I should find one of the air wielders among the first years and get them to make a little wind to cool me off. Either that, or go for a dip at the waterfall. Yeah, that would work, he could go swimming in the nearest fresh water supply. Of course, he was here to try and test the first years. He wasn't sure if it was allowed in the rules or not, but it was tradition. And the first test he had in mind was to see if they were willing to fight for their own survival. They were training to be mercenaries, after all. After the speeches and fight were over, he sneaked over to a nearby rock and moved it out of the way. Behind it he had hidden a cave, the same cave he had used to move around during his first year. He lit a torch and moved the rock back in place. If any of the first years were decent Earth Wielders they'd be able to find the cave too, but he wasn't going to make it easy on them. He walked down the cave, only bothering to kill the animals that tried to attack him, so that anyone who followed him wouldn't have too easy of a time. The air in the cave quickly cooled him, and he was able to make better time than the people on the surface. Several hours later he exited behind the waterfall, an exit he had actually made his first year, as this cave ran near a branch from the waterfall's cave, and stood there, waiting for the first years to appear. As soon as he saw one, he focused on them, and put an image in their mind of a large water snake crawling beneath the surface, one of several varieties of constrictors that lived in the local water ways. He also did the same with several others to insure the rumor would spread. After that, he sat down to rest and watched the first years, to see what they would do.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones The fight between the teachers came to an end, the shifty looking man the victor. Rhiannon blew out between thin lips, unimpressed with the woman's loss. Or rather, angry that the person she had instantly preferred out of the two had been defeated. Many around her seemed awed by the fight, and in a way she was as well, but she was more focussed on giving herself an advantage for the trials ahead. Her wielding glove glowed slightly as she searched for traces of water, building a small map in her head from what scant information she could gather from the results. She was one of the few in the crowd who could not display an emblem proudly; her coat was plain. It amused her that an emblem was meant to mark one out but in that sea of faces, the lack of an emblem made one more distinguishable than those display one. Then it was time for the trial, the headmaster leaving with the two teachers he had arrived with. With the start of the entrance exam, as it were, there was a moment of silence with no one really sure what to do. Then students and teachers rushed into the jungle en masse, as if burning off their energy reserves in this heat would help them. Rhiannon rolled her eyes, sitting on a rock as she contemplated her next move. She only had her Wielding glove, like the other applicants, and was somewhat missing her quarter staff. Although she no longer needed it, having regained most of her physical and mental sure-footedness after the event a week ago, she had grown used to carrying it and have it near. The polished wood had even become a source of comfort, like a prized possession. Shaking her head, she rid herself of such thoughts and focused on her immediate situation. A few others had stayed in the clearing, some of them too afraid to move while others looked merely nonchalant. She deduced that the latter were probably previous students or, like her, had some experience with adverse weather conditions. Of course, she was a Wielder of the water element so she would have little trouble in finding, or creating, sources of water for herself. That said, there was plenty to be found in a jungle anyway if one knew where to look. "I suppose that's enough of a head start. They should be suitably lost by now." Rhiannon said to herself before standing up. She rolled her shoulders, loosening her muscles before ploughing into the jungle with all her senses aware. Having been born in a dangerous area full of people she didn't know, the young redhead had a good instinctive feeling for threats and she had sensed immediately amongst the crowd that at least some students liked the opportunity to test their abilities on others. Anonymously. "They wouldn't have the courage to do it out in the open, now would they?" She muttered to herself, approaching a ditch created by a long-ago dried up stream. She did not break her stride, planting her foot heavily onto the very edge of her side of the tiny ravine and hurled herself across the gap with nimble ease, rolling to break her fall and then rising into a measured jog on the other side. "First thing's first, how about some water." She had sensed from their time in the clearing a small source of water, slightly off what was probably a lake or some larger body of water, which few students would go to. Most would simply head for the larger source, or find themselves there by accident. Reducing the amount of contact she had with others seemed like the smartest way to go with this entrance test. She burst into the clearing around the small lagoon, with its waterfall, and noticed she seemed to be the first to find it. A shadow in the water drew her attention and she saw a snake curving its way towards her amongst the mud. Dropping to a crouch she dropped back from the water's edge onto more solid ground and watched cautiously. Unconsciously she flexed the hand with which she word her Wielding gauntlet, ready to toss the snake across the lagoon with a wave. She sensed someone watching her and glanced up to the waterfall but saw no one. Still, it nagged at her and she wondered whether someone else had in fact arrived here before her. "...An illusion? Best not to test it. There's plenty of similar places nearby." She wasn't good with seeing through or beating such tricks and so dropped back into the jungle, leaving the potential mind wielder to the water. Rhiannon wasn't entirely sure whether it was an illusion or not and already regretted the suspicion that was weighing on her mind but in this situation it would be best not to risk anything. She resolved to research mind wielding techniques in the future; if she had been subjected to the power then it had been by a pupil and she had no idea how to break its hold. This trial in the jungle could turn out to be more taxing than she had first thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood near the front of the crowd, her eyes fixed on the old man that was to be her headmaster. Despite his age, Nova could feel how powerful he was, or at least was at one point. It was almost as if she was transfixed on the being, long before he began speaking. She chuckled to herself as he addressed the 'questions' many of the students were supposed to have, Nova never once having any concerns or thoughts to as why they weren't at the academy. During the battle between teachers, Nova allowed her gaze to wander about the other student, who seemed to be paying close attention to the duel. The fact that the murder of fellow students was allowed just to earn a place at the academy was disturbing, especially with the number of students who probably new nothing of real combat. Her eyes slid over the many emblems the others wore, some of family history while others were just emblems of their wielding ability. Nova's hand drifted up to her neck where she had attached her unique emblem to a choke collar, the emblem that signaled she was quite different from the rest. She looked around her, but as far as she could see, she was alone in her element... A fact that was both exciting and depressing to the girl. If the battle scythe clipped to her back didn't make her stand out, the particular emblem certainly would. Lost deep in her thoughts, Nova didn't notice the initiation had begun until most of the students had already taken off. Leaving her and the remaining stragglers, Nova sighed and began walking into the jungle. Unlike other applicants, Nova was not looking around for dangers, but rather taking in the sights of the land, awed by its beauty. She wasn't used to this level of humidity, being from a port town that was always cooled by a sea breeze, but it an interesting new experience for her. Suddenly Nova noticed a beautiful butterfly circling her head, a small creature that looked as if it didn't quite belong with its surroundings. Semi-translucent, the thing seemed to glow as it broke its circle, flying off in another direction now that it had been discovered. Nova smiled and followed after the strange insect, maintaining a slow pace so as not to wear herself out in the process. "Hey, wait. Come back." She laughed, weaving in and out of the overgrown paths of the forest. Stumbling forward, Nova landed on her hands and knees before a source of refreshingly cool water. Eyes bright at the discovery, Nova dipped her hand into the pool, pausing to let the breeze from the waterfall cool her sweat beaded skin. Moving to dip her hand into the water again, Nova froze, locking eyes with a snake that she had not noticed immediately. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion while looking at the creature, having seen something like it before. The edges of its body seemed to glow slightly, like the butterfly she had been following had, seeming off from its surroundings. Suddenly remembered of the butterfly, Nova whipped her head around trying to glimpse it again. Sitting back down, disappointment etched into her face, Nova returned her attention to the snake. "Hello you. You haven't seen a butterfly around here have you?" She asked it with a kind smile, reaching out to see if she could touch the creature.</s>
<\|description\|>Nova Blake Nova has jet black hair that reaches the small of her back when wet and sharp, crystal blue eyes. Age: 25 Gender: Female Birth Place: Galio Weight: 145 lbs Height: 5'9" Personality: Nova is the oddball of her family, the dreamer amongst warriors. She is extremely intelligent, however her interest in the bigger picture often causes her to miss the small things, thus making her sound like an airhead to strangers. Much like a child, Nova is incredibly caring and abnormally trusting, but to betray her is a mistake. When frightened or upset she has a tendency to explode, both verbally and physically, a fuse that isn't often tripped but best left untouched. Ontop of her trusting personality, Nova becomes incredibly curious about the strangest of things and easily consumed with her distractions. Bio: Nova grew up in Galio with her parents and two older brothers, her father (a soldier) being the only wielder in the family line. In the early years of her childhood, Nova showed no signs of being a gifted wielder but her father wished for his children to be able to defend themselves in the case of a foreign invasion. Being much smaller than her older brothers, Nova adapted to a style of fighting quite unique to her agile abilities. It wasn't until she turned 8 that her parents noticed Nova's increasing distractability, her mind drifting to places the rest of her family oculd not follow. They kept an eye on her, expecting it to be a temporary condition, however in the following two years they discovered she was gifted. Unlike her father, Nova's element was much less tangible, more of a second sight than anything usefull. By the age of 15, however, Nova was able to predict celestial events and locate objects in rooms other than the one she occupied. Finding her abilities intriguing, Nova's father spent more time helping her train her abilities as a wielder, leaving her brothers to train alone. It took seven long years for anything major to happen, but once that seal had broken, it was as if Nova had gained a necessary understanding of her element allowing her to advance through her self-training more quickly. Now, at the age of 25, Nova has decided to travel to the city of Ladria in order to attend Rohad Academy, hoping to learn the necessary skills to push her abilities to the next level. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Wielder Element(s): Space (Some she has developed, others are for the future.) * Gravity Nullification: (Undeveloped) Nova has the ability to nullify the effect gravity has on particular objects, rendering them virtually weightless. The bigger the object, the less effect this ability has on it. For example, Nova cannot change the gravitation pull on a building enough to lift from the ground however she can leap great distances (or "fly") by altering her own gravity. * "Sixth Sense": (Developed) She has a knack for finding things, people included. There are times when Nova has to concentrate to find a particular object or person, but most times she can give a location within seconds of inquiry. The bigger the object, the easier to find. Moving objects require concentration but difficulty is still determined by size of requested object. * Dimension Bending: (Undeveloped) Used as a method of protection, Nova can bend the space around herself(or another) to become "untouchable". With an extremely short time limit of one mintue(at best), attacks appear to veer around the protected object. What's actually happened is the object has entered a pocket dimension, whose creation has caused a disturbance on the plane it originated from. Attacks slide along the same space as intended, however the space it should be inhabiting has been shifted around the object in question. Paired with an extremely short time limit, this ability causes great strain on the wielder's mental and physical state. Use of this ability by a weaker wielder can result in serious injury or coma. Weapon: Scythe</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova glanced back up the trail at Olivier, who had managed to get a good few feet away while they had been walking. "Afraid I'll et lost?" She grinned and laughed, jogging a few steps to close the distance before slowing back down to a slower pace again. As the Fire Wielder approached from behind, Nova turned her head and shot him a pouting glare, a look not much unlike that of a child who had found out they'd been lied to. She couldn't go as far as to say that she hated the boy, she was mature enough to steer away from such childish feelings, but Lao had seriously upset her and she was not about to forget him. "He seems perfectly capable of surviving this jungle challenge on his own. Does he have to follow us?" She growled, purposely addressing everyone else besides him while staring him down. She truly wanted to travel with allies, she had never had any before and it was exciting to her... But she didn't know how far she could go being followed by someone so mean. Thinking on it, with the amount of energy expelled during his attack, he might have to rest for part of the night, something she knew she wasn't going to do. I can wait until then. When he stops, I'll leave him behind." She thought to herself, turning her gaze to the path up ahead of them, actively searching for traps set out by other students.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian So Rhea was not really that much of an extremist. Sigh. When push came to shove, people forgot all about things such as compassion for the dead. Not that Olivier thought that was a bad thing. "The genetic mechanism for wielding is a very complicated and long-winded subject, I do not believe we could exhaust it here, and it might be more distracting than anything. I will tell you about the gloves, however." As he said that, he met her gaze, and it seemed like the girl was measuring him up. How funny. Olivier had never relied on charm before, but, thinking about it now, it was a tool in his arsenal. Mmmno... too cringe worthy... he won't go there. "When you wield, there is a constant feedback loop between your body and the environment. It just so happens, because of the multitude of gateways and ki vertices in your palms, that that is the place hardest to control the incoming flow from. In other words, your palms absorb much more energy than needed, in an erratic fashion. When trying to wield, that is, pull at energy with your willpower without a glove, if the technique you're using is very advanced, you run the risk of changing energy while it is in flux within your body, simply because you don't know it's there. This backlash can completely wreck both your nervous system and your ki pathways." Olivier glanced back for a second, to ensure that Nova was keeping pace. When she assured him that she won't get too far away with a rhetorical, she resumed his explanations. "This is why we have the gloves. Each emblem has a different core, which absorbs ambient energy while we are wielding so as to ensure we don't accidentally wield what is within our bodies. For a lightning wielder, if I remember correctly, the core should be a highly purified natural magnetic stone. For a dark wielder, the core is river amber with a perfectly preserved insect inside - enough so that its soul is trapped therein. They are literally weakening us to make us easier to control. As for how we came about this discovery, it wasn't death by wielding per se, but everyday, mundane death. For thousands of years, our physicians have been chopping off the freshly deceased to better understand how the human body works, and that gave us the mapping of our ki pathways." Everything Olivier said was true, if slightly incomplete, due to the time constraints. Turning back once more, he saw the idiotic flame wielder, the little girl and the water wielder making their way from behind. Nova expressed her annoyance at this, and he was feeling in kind. Rhiannon seemed strong enough to keep an eye on him, even though Olivier still thought it would've been much more efficient if he just made a contract to be absolutely sure that no shady business was taking place. But, whatever, the others wouldn't let him for some unknown reason (maybe they really had a death wish) so the point was moot. "We will not befriend each other. But alas, I'm not going to strike you down where you're standing. But don't forget, Lao." Saying that, Olivier raised his open, gloveless left palm, making a ball of brilliant black fire appear within it. "One more foolish act and you'll have more to worry about than lack of legs." Of course, Olivier couldn't actually wield black fire. He was wielding regular fire and then applying dark wielding to the color to make it look legitimate (kind of like food coloring). But whatever he had at hand to avoid a future needless conflict, he'd use. The flame went out as quickly as it was conjured.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon suspected that the group was not okay with bringing Lao along and cursed her sentimentality; how had she forgotten that the boy had actually tried to burn them to a crisp? Of course, they had all lived through the attack with nary a scratch and yes he may have been misguided in enacting his class irritation but that hardly changed the facts. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, weighing up whether in actual fact it would be more beneficial to decamp at night with the others and leave him behind. She knew no one else would trust him and they would make no headway if they were constantly expecting a fireball to the back. Still, for now at least they needed to act as a group. The first hours would be the most dangerous, with the highest chance of encountering another student in the jungle. Once they had spread out it would become far more unlikely to end up in a pitched fight; the hot heads would have wiped each other out and only those focused on the end goal of passing the test would win. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced at the group again, chewing her lip before speaking. "I know this is a bit out of left field but... what if this test is evaluated on how long it took us to get out of the jungle? Maybe the headmaster simply encouraged the in-fighting to weed out those unsuitable for the Academy in the early stages and there's no fixed number of potential applicants? He only ever mentioned a time limit as the criteria for this test." Rhiannon was largely musing out loud now, speaking slowly as she worked her way to a relevant conclusion while thoughts buzzed around her head and she attempted to select the relevant ones. "I... think what I'm trying to say is that we're clearly not going to work as a group. Most of us want to tie up and leave Fireboy - I mean Lao - here. It certainly lowers all our chances of beating that time limit if we're all expecting a fireball in the back at any moment. I know you promised not to but, no offence, I don't know you at all besides the recent events and that's not much to go on." She looked to the others and spread her hands, shrugging. "So I think a compromise is in order? The larger our group, the less chance we'll be distracted or interrupted by any of the idiotic hot-heads - sorry Lao - lashing out at everyone simply because they were allowed to. They'll all kill each other off by the end of the first day while those remaining will either be the strong ones or people who are more intent on passing this test than testing out their powers." She licked her lips nervously as she came to the crux of the matter. "...So in the end, the best solution for us is to travel as this group until nightfall. We can then re-evaluate the situation and see whether it is worth continuing as we are or splitting up if the large part of the danger has passed. I believe that's probably the best strategy... for all of us." Then the redhead stopped speaking and looked down at the ground, shuffling her feet. "Unless... anyone else had thought of something else?"</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen looked around in surprise as the fire around her disappeared. So far, Lao was the only other person she'd seen do that. The other person was herself, of course. Adeen ducked under his arm and stared at him expectantly. She frowned when the man gave his conditions though. She had no problem just following what he asked for - he was teaching her how to make pretty fire after all - but that last one . . . She closed her eyes as they walked and her face scrunched up in frustration as she kept thinking. "Uueh . . . I wanna learn how to make that pretty fire but . . . Mama told me that I should never call anyone Master," she said. "Mama said since imma pwincess - I mean, since I'm a princess - I shouldn't call anyone Master. But that fire is sooooo pretty!" As Adeen was having this little internal debate, gout's of flame sparked into life around her. "Mmn . . . it's so hard to decide! Ah whatever! I'll keep thinking later!" With that, she gave up. Thinking was never her strong suit anyway. Just as she was about to ask Lao more questions, something else caught her eye: Olivier s (Fake) Black Flame. Once again, there were sparkles in her eyes. "Woah~ more pwetty flames!" in her excitement, she didn't even bother correcting her lisp. "How are you all making those pretty fiahs~?! I only know how to make them have shapes and stuff." To demonstrate, Adeen spread her arms like a bird taking flight, and four copies of Adeen made of fire appeared, two per side. The real Adeen, after doing so, giggled and started playing around with her conjured clones, her attention diverted to her clones, who started creating copies of themselves as well. In about ten seconds there were several flaming Adeens who were throwing fire balls at each other, running into each other and causing small explosions, and in general just setting things on fire wherever they stepped. The real Adeen, who was sweating slightly because of excess playing, trotted up to Lao and the others. "Uh, wait, I forgot to ask something! Why did we go into the jungwle? I heard somethin' bout a test and stuff. Is the test going to be in the Academy? I didn't study or anything!" In the background, her clones began playing around everywhere. That was sure to attract attention.</s>	<\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova's head perked up when she heard the kid behind her speaking, at first astonished at the age of the girl but further surprised at her ignorance. Turning her head to look at the child, Nova smiled kindly and motioned for her to venture closer. "Did you space out during the Headmaster's speech too?" She laughed lightly to signal that she was guilty of the same offense. "I certainly hope there isn't a written portion of the entrance exam, I didn't study either. But as far as I know, this is it. Our test is to make it to the other side of this jungle alive and within the time limit given." Nova herself wasn't entirely sure on the workings of the entrance exams for this particular school, but she figured taking things a step at a time would be more beneficial than worrying about the future. Out of the corner of her eye, Nova watched the flame clones play around. How the girl's energy wasn't being zapped by such a display was a mystery to her, but Nova knew that they couldn't keep it up forever before something went wrong. She stopped walking and pivoted to face the beings of fire, exhaling slowly as she concentrated. Nova swiped her hand through the air in front of her, feeling the ripple travel through the clones, disrupting their structure and causing them to fall to the ground as smoldering embers. It wasn't a difficult move for her, considering her target wasn't all that dense, but it drew more energy from her than she had originally wanted to spend. "You should be more mindful of your flames, they'll attract the attentions of unwanted wielders." She sighed before pivoting on her toes, following after the group she had fallen behind.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Just as the tips of Nova's fingers brushed the surface of the water, a voice from behind her caught her attention. She turned her head to face the stranger, smiling warmly before returning her attention to the snake in the water. "There's always an exception, this one might just be lonely." Acting a little more cautiously before, Nova hesitated with her decision to touch the snake, leaving enough time for the boy to toss a rock at the creature. It was tough to tell what surprised her more, the fact that the snake wasn't real, or that its non-existence was proven by another advanced Wielder. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered into the clear liquid, a small laugh escaping her chest. "That certainly explains a few things." She commented to herself, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her hands on her knees. "A pleasure to meet you Olivier, I'm Nova. Nova Blake." She smiled and extended a hand in greeting, simultaneously scanning the area about them. "The climate is much different than Galio, isn't it?" She asked with a sigh, already starting to miss her home. There were times when Nova would be mistaken for a psychic because of the things she could tell about people, but it wasn't like there was a big trick to any of it. She could tell the man sitting across from her was from Galio because it was where she grew up, and the man emanated the feeling of the home she missed. Mind beginning to wander again, Nova shook her head and reached back into the pool of water, splashing some of the water on her face to cool down. "This place must be huge if they're giving us 48 hours to escape it... I wonder how many people are going to waste the first night sleeping." Nova was beginning to formulate a plan of action as she sat downstream from the waterfall, thinking back to all she had learned about jungles in the past. Temperatures between night and day weren't significantly different, at least not usually. But the absence of the sun was bound to be a big help and so she decided to pace herself through the first 24 hours without sleep then nap just before the end. Nova had opened her mouth as if she were going to speak again but quickly snapped her head up and to the side, watching in slight horror as a blue fireball raced in their direction. Without thinking, Nova leapt forward and grabbed Olivier by the arm, yanking him sideways into the water to avoid being struck by the blue flames. "Why the hell are they chucking those at us, we weren't doing anything." The look in her eyes was sad, but quickly shifting into anger. Disconnecting the stone from her choke collar and unclipping her gauntlet from their position on her scythe, Nova expertly fit the stone into place and slipped her right hand into the glove. "I hate these gauntlets so much." She growled under her breath, pushing herself back up to a standing position.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail Standing in the back of the crowd, Abraham observed that from what he could tell he was the oldest student in the crowd, and probably the poorest. So many nobles who bought their way in to the school stood there, their emblems shining brightly in the hot sun. He saw this as an advantage, as he was probably the most experienced student there and also most of them were probably very soft and spoiled living their entire lives with anything they wanted a finger-snap away. When the old headmaster said that any means were acceptable to win Abraham grinned. Perfect. The teachers duel was pretty impressive, and he especially paid close attention to the woman. She was a wind wielder, and so was he. He heard that wind wielders were quite rare, so he was glad there would be someone who would be able to teach him to master his wind-wielding skills, even though he would probably spend most of his time studying under the dual-wielding teacher. He was a bit upset by her loss, but the other guy was a dual-wielder so it was quite unfair. Once the tournament begun, most of the students rushed into the forest eager to gain an advantage over the rest. Fools. They would just get lost, or worse. He realized that since this would be quite a challenge, he should probably find some powerful allies for this journey. He looked around at the few students who were still waiting. These are the smarter ones. He was searching for someone who looked like he would make a strong ally, and then he saw him. Two years back Abraham got into some serious trouble with a local gang. He owed them lots of gold, and they gave him a week to get it. If he would fail to bring them the money, they would kill him, simple as that. He thought for some time of his options. He wouldn't run for they would surely find him, and there was no way he would manage to steal that amount in a week's time. Then he remembered the rumors of a man who could get anything done for you - for a price. He was known as The Contractor. Abraham got very interested in this man, and so he managed to set up a meeting with. Abraham told the man that he wanted a certain gang to "vanish". In return the man said he wanted 7 years of Abraham's life - one for each life he would need to take. Abraham decided it was well worth it, and signed that deal in blood. He never heard of the gang again. And there he was two years later, The Contractor himself. He saw that The Contractor and him were probably the only ones here with connections to the Underground and the Black Market, and decided that he had found his ally. He saw The Contractor walk into the forest following a young woman. Abraham followed him. When it started getting hot he used his wind power and gave himself a nice breeze. He started getting thirsty, and was happy when he saw The Contractor and the girl he was following had stopped at a lake and were now talking. Abraham was about to reveal himself to them, when suddenly the girl pulled The Contractor into the water and a blue fireball struck the exact spot where the two were kneeling a second before. Abraham felt the heat from a few meters away. He dropped to a crouch in the bushes, waiting to see how the next moments will unfold.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was quite surprised at the discovery, not as much that the girl was from the same state as he was, but that she could trace him back there. During his life, he had only met two space wielders so far, and neither could do tracking quite like that. And track wielding it was - the girl was probably not aware of his infamy; otherwise, she'd be much more reluctant to offer her friendship. "Nova... beautifully suggestive name. It is, indeed, quite unlike home. But when we will be mercenaries, we won't have the luxury of fighting in bearable weather, so this place is a mixed blessing of sorts. And I full heartedly agree that stopping for the night is a horrendous idea. Not only is finding a suitably safe place for a shelter a waste of time, but whomever has endurance pitiful enough not to endure two days of sleeplessness scarcely deserves to enroll." As he was talking, glancing at the thoughtful girl, she yanked him by the arm with surprising force, pulling him into the water. A ball of blue flame passed right over them. Dismayed by the wetness of his new garments, but thankful for Nova's good reaction times, Olivier helped himself up and her aswell. "I believe some hot shot new guy fails to make a difference between being able to kill other students for strategy and for kicks. Either way, we shall deal with him as he deserves." Saying such, Olivier set himself into fighting position, which for dark users like himself meant eyes half squinted and the gloved hand waving arcane symbols. The next blue fireball that came their way turned black slowly on its trajectory, withering away into nothing. This was a rarely used technique of Dark Wielding - a Dark Wielder could intercept the creations of other wielders, corrupt them, and fade them away, similar to a functional counterspell. It was rarely used because the energy it took for the Dark Wielder to counter the opposing ability was roughly 50% higher than that expended by the aggressor, which rendered countering all but useless in attrition or long battles. However, since dark wielders themselves were quite rare, Olivier was hoping the student who attacked them simply didn't know those facts, and would be intimidated by what he just did. Also, rather than taunt him, The Contractor spoke thusly, intending to make the situation as little bothersome as possible: "Beyond being outnumbered, out-supplied, and likely out-sustained by us, since you've been yanking those balls of blue mild heat for a while now - it's pretty audible - you're attracting enough attention to yourself that you're only going to get even mre outnumbered, out-supplied, and exhausted soon. Do yourself and us both a favor and get lost. I assure you we won't follow, it's too wasteful." After this longer taunt, Olivier scanned the area, both for previously unnoticed threats and other fireballs. He saw an unusually short middle-aged man with shoddy clothing approaching them, and after a second, crouching between a bush to avoid the fusillade of flame. Recognition dawned on him. "Oh, greetings. I quite recount you, albeit not your name, to be completely honest. Arguillan, debtor, mayhaps? Don't bother hiding, by the way, the guy that's targeting us will be out of steam soon."</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova watched with awe as the next fireball disintegrated before her very eyes, a feat she guessed had to take a lot of energy. Not wanting the man to tire himself out so early on in the game, Nova released the tie that held her scythe to her body and stepped forward. By twisting her body, Nova was able to compensate for wind resistance as she turned the blade vertical (rather than the usual horizontal for slicing). Acting much like a fan, she could not make the flames disappear like Olivier had but instead watched as the fireball dispersed around them, the heat still reaching out like fingers to brush her skin in passing. She stood poised, ready to defend against another attack while Olivier called out to the Wielder responsible for the blue flames. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get hurt, it was just a simulation to weed out those who weren't strong enough for the mercenary life. By this point she had located the source of the attack, the fireballs belonging to a boy in a tree. He appeared to be a few years younger than herself, but proving to be much more dangerous with his wielding. "I was kind of hoping it was another trick by that Mind Wielder." She sighed with a shrug, ignoring the man Olivier seemed to recognize. If Olivier knew the man and didn't attack, she figured the Wielder wasn't much of a threat to them at the moment. Instead she turned her attention to focusing on the Fire Wielder and predicting where his next attack would spout from. An excited laugh filled the air, a determined grin plastered to the Space Wielder's face. "Now this reminds me of home." She said, referring to the sparring matches she often had with her father before he was sent away to fight. So focused on trying to feel out the fire, Nova almost missed the ant swarm that appeared just beyond her target. "Seriously?!" She groaned, unsure of what to do. Nova wasn't equipped with anything that could be considered useful against a swarm of bugs, her scythe was too large and her wielding to elementary. At best she could force them back for a few moments, but recovery in a swarm would be too fast for her attempts to matter. Before Nova could figure out how to handle the creatures, the man in the tree attacked again, this time purposely dispersing the flame in order to cover more ground. Finding herself encircled by flame, Nova spun so that she was back to back with the Dark Wielder. "Now this reminds me of home." She grinned, referring to the sparring matches she often had with her father before he was sent away to fight.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail "I am known as Abra-" Abraham stopped. A ring of fire that came from the same student who threw fireballs before surrounded him and the other two students. As if that was not enough, a huge swarm of incredibly large ants was coming their way. They didn't seem happy. "I will take care of the ants, you two take care of the fire wielder!" Abraham yelled to them over the roar of the fire. Abraham breathed in deeply and then softly but firmly let out his breath in the direction of the ant swarm. A greenish gas poured out of his mouth, and raced toward the swarm, engulfing them in the poisonous gas. That should take care of them. While he was doing that, he noticed from the corner of his eye a little girl who was obviously a fire wielder. She was busy surrounding herself in flames. She didn't seem to be attacking them, so he pushed her to the back of his mind for now. The fire surrounding them did seem to weaken though, so that was a good sign.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon had already been backing away from the riverbed when the fireballs started falling, a few thrown towards where she had been crouching. Her position made it easier to back into the cover of the woods without any difficulty. The other two who had arrived at the riverbed, but not noticed her presence, seemed to handle the attack fairly well. A cut above some of the others, I suppose. Although I have nothing to base that on. She watched as a second salvo was defeated by the male of the pair and deduced, from the method of his defence, that he was a Darkness Wielder. The woman had yet to reveal her power but noticed the scythe as she prepared to use it; whatever purpose it had, other than being a scythe, was not clear to the redhead at the time. She had already decided that it was be beneficial to team up with the two defending against the unsolicited attack and in a jungle, especially by a river in a jungle, she as a Water Wielder had the advantage. And he seems to have lost track of me. Excellent. Rhiannon stalked her way through the trees, keeping out of sight while heading towards where she had seen the attacker. As she approached she slowed until her eyes fell once again upon the aggressive fire wielder. Ants were everywhere but her mind was now accepting that a Mind Wielder was around, playing tricks on them, and the Fire Wielder had clearly noticed but was not worried; he had obviously figured out they were an illusion as well. Glancing towards the river, Rhiannon focused, silently gathering a specific volume of water before bursting it forth in a very thin strip like a blade, scything through the base of the tree the Fire Wielder was on and those closest so that they began to fall en masse, leaving him few routes in which to escape. The young girl took a few steps back into the darkness and watched her handiwork, awaiting the next phase in the combat. Hopefully they'll calm down and we can realise that, actually, we'll all be better off just getting out of here together rather than killing each other and then getting dropped by someone else later on.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was relieved that Nova could make do with the flames on her own. It meant he wouldn't have to babysit the rare Wielder up to the finish line. It was also a good sight that all the fighting went well with her. The last thing Olivier wanted on his hands was a shell shocked dreamer. As the shorter man he recognized came closer and started speaking, Olivier remembered the incident. In hindsight, it was a very funny story. He basically semi-randomized eight contracts for Abraham and the seven from the gang, and Abraham came out of it alive, with little more than seven years shaved off his lifespan, by pure chance. He wasn't going to ever admit that, of course. It was also great that the Arguillan offered himself to relieve some of their pressure when the abnormally large ants appeared. Now, Olivier thought it might be another illusion, but you can never be too sure. And, in any case, he had his own problems to worry about - a ring of dispersed flame, encroaching on both him and Nova. The girl poised herself defensively at his back, ready to endure the flames. This was good - she really was starting to trust him a significant amount. Anyhow, the problem at hand was rather easy to evade. While the flames around were too chaotic to counterspell (which requires analysis), he could fade them down enough that they resembled no more than a hot vent or a smoke screen. Then, closing his eyes with a whispered "Close your eyes so loose cinders won't damage them, and follow me, dear." to his companion, Olivier gently took Nova's hand into his own and walked casually out of the smoke, his Dark Wielding extending his senses and allowing him to perceive his environment perfectly, even with closed eyes. Once they were out, Olivier saw a water wielder with heterochromia cutting down trees with strands of water, trying to pick the annoying fire wielder off. She didn't seem too happy about what she was doing, however, which led the Contractor to believe that she, too, saw the pointlessness of all this fighting. Another non-idiot, then. After her tree cutting, she retreated to a darker side of the jungle, with overarching trees. Ironically, it was dark enough that Olivier could see her bright as day, but felt more urgent matters than approaching her were at hand. And, lastly, a child was at the scene, damping what was left of the troublemaker's flames with her own. She reminded Olivier of himself at that age somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood back away from the conflict, watching from a safe distance. With all of the Wielders at each others throats Nova knew that she probably wouldn't stand a chance is they all started fighting again, especially now that her weapon had been destroyed. Poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, she watched with wonder at Olivier's dark and mysterious power. She had never heard of another Wielder with abilities like his, so terrifying and fascinating at the same time. "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." She mumbled to herself with a chuckle, hiding as yet another Wielder showed up, spouting flames where flames should not have been. "This is getting ridiculous." Sensing Olivier's rage, Nova stepped out, hoping to see the situation to a conclusion. She hesitated, looking at the others before rushing off after Olivier, recognizing him as her only ally at that moment. "I'll give you some company." She smiled warmly in an attempt to make him feel better, not liking to see people she considered friends upset.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging. Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep. With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact." She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea. She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen's eyes flitted back and forth between everyone who had gathered here. Hm . . . I don't like him, I maybe don't like her, she's alright I think, she's wierd, aaaand I like his fire! thought Adeen about Olivier, Nova, Rhiannon, Rhea and Lao, respectively. Of course, most of her judgment came from how they looked like and ow they acted - she didn't bother too much to listen to what they were saying. Her impromptu judgment was of course not created on who would make the best allies but on who looked like the friendliest. Lao was of course, on the same level as Rhiannon in this case, he just got bonus points for letting Adeen witness his blue flame. Adeen just stood there and waited, her heels bouncing about, anxious for them to stop talking already. Of course she wasn't concerned about their topic of discussion and would much rather run to where Lao was and pester him endlessly with questions, but she thought of herself as a girl that was raised properly, and girls who raised properly don't interrupt other people's conversations. And so, she waited. . . . For about a grand total of one minute, then she took off. Then again, given her usual patience, this was an accomplishment The twelve year old shot forward towards Lao, right as Olivier turned around. Her excitement agitated the fire inside her, and as she ran towards the other fire user, various things in her path were set ablaze. Rocks, plants, trees, water - if it was near her, it was probably already on fire.In fact, a good portion of the jungle around them was lit up and on fire. Of course, as she had no intention of actually burning anything and was just excited, the fire reflected that; nothing was consumed by the flames. They stood as they were, seemingly unaffected, but still radiating heat. It was quite suffocating really. Then Adeen reached Lao and set herself on fire with excitement - again, literally. "That blue fire wash - I mean was - so pwetty~!" she exclaimed, pausing momentarily to correct her lisp. "You have to have to have to HAVETA SHYAOW ME HOW TA DO DAT~!"</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova looked at Rhea with confusion, sensing some of her agitation, though at what she couldn't tell. Instead of dwelling on it Nova chose to wear a smile and extend her hand in greeting. "I'm Nova, it's a pleasure to meet you." She hoped that she could become friends with the Wielder too. She didn't seem to be as unique as some of the others with her Wielding element, but the skills and quick thinking displayed by the girl were brilliant in her eyes. The eyes that had begun wandering now that things had cooled off between everyone. Nova had reached her limit at suppressing her extra 'sense', all of the feelings of the jungle now pouring in. She could feel other students in the distance, animals and plant life alike, the life of the very forest surrounding them were all things she could "see". Usually it was toned down, but this was the result of trying to ignore it all... Even if it were only for a brief amount of time. Her distracted gaze wouldn't hinder her ability to keep up with Olivier and Rhea, however she had begun humming a song softly to herself, admiring the scenery as they walked on.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was glad to see Nova come after him. For a while now, he really did start to view her innocence and plain lucidity as just pleasant traits, not just tools, as hard as it was for him to admit to enjoying another human being's company. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the lightning wielder came along. This was much of a mixed blessing - on one hand, she was as strong as him, which said a lot considering his Contract boost, and also well rested; on the other hand, her arbitrary sense of "morality" might prove to be a hindrance in the future. In the end, he decided the benefits outweighed the cons. That didn't stop him from being a tad ironic, however. "Welcome aboard! As long as you don't find yourself passionately discoursing about the sanctity of life in the middle of battle, I'm sure we'll be able to tolerate one another." Saying that, he noticed that Nova trailed a bit behind them, taking in the scenery. Space wielders could be weird indeed, but Olivier was not frightened for her now, that he saw the girl having better dodging reflexes than him. He still, however, said to her "Try not to veer off too far back, please, Nova.". Meanwhile, the lightning wielder seemed to inspect her gauntlets intently. Her question was something that puzzled Olivier too for the longest time, and it was only a year previous that he had found out. "I happen to have quite a good understanding of how we got to gloves, actually." he explained, quickly adding, with a small grin: "It is, however, the case, that I have illegally broken into an archive to find out, which may or may not have required silencing one or two guard. So, would you like me to explain, or would that make you feel complicit in murder?"</s>
<\|description\|>Abraham Grail Age: 38 Gender: Male Birth Place: Arguilla Weight: 50kg/110 lbs Height: 1.52m/5ft Personality: Abraham is the cleverest, sneakiest, slimiest man you will ever meet. He is very greedy too, and will not hesitate to betray a friend (if he had any) for the right price. He cares only for his own good, always looking for ways to trick people into giving him what he wants, no matter who gets hurt (not that he doesn't enjoy seeing others hurting). He is a extremely cunning, and is a master of strategy. He also doesn't shower very much. Bio: Growing up in the streets of Arguilla, he learned to survive on trickery and deceit, stealing from whoever was unlucky enough to become his target. One day at the age of 37 he was selling flowers claiming them to be "Magical blessed flowers" that can heal any problem within 24 hours. Some rich idiot stopped and decided to buy one. After the man agreed to the price Abraham asked for he became suddenly overcome with greediness and joy at his success. When handing the man one of the flowers their hands touched for an instant. A little flash of close-to-black green shot up the man's arm until it reached his throat. Suddenly the man started coughing. Abraham watched with amazement as the man began chocking and after a few seconds he fell dead. That is how Abraham learned of his powers. Soon after he found he could also control the wind and air, bending them at will. He then heard of an academy for the individuals gifted with these powers, or "wielders" as he learned they were called, where they could learn to further enhance their powers. Abraham realized the great potential of his powers, and decided to travel to the academy. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Dual Wielder Element(s): Poison and Wind Weapon: For close-combat he uses his hands. For ranged fighting he uses a small poisoned green crossbow. Poisoned touch: Anything he touches is instantly starts choking and usually dies within an hour or so. Poison Gas: Abraham can blow from his mouth poisonous gas that knocks out anyone who breathes it in. Quick Feet: Abraham can use the power of the wind to make him move incredibly fast. Poison Immunity: Abraham is immune to any kind or poison and toxin known to mankind.</s> <\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel watched as they dealt admirably with the imaginary insects. The fire wielder realized that it was an illusion fairly quickly, and the others were teaming up to fight them. When the Poison Wielder attacked them, he let the illusion fall. That was good enough for now. That was, until the fire wielder started attacking again. He waited and watched, but when the Lightning Wielder arrived and started attacking. Then the other fire wielder started too, and things got out of hand. Though he was only half recharged from his earlier uses, he knew he'd have to jump in and stop them if they tried to kill each other. He climbed into the water and swam over. The cool temperature of the water felt great in this weather, but he couldn't indulge himself now. He climbed out in what he hoped was a blind spot behind the largest group and hid behind a tall, leafy plant. Sure, losing his legs if he used his powers outside of self defense was a bit harsh, but he had just attempted murder for no reason. If that's what was needed to keep him from murdering people, he would allow it. He focused on the ground underneath the attackers, including the one being offered the contract. If they tried to hurt else, he would shake the ground in the area and break the ground under any attackers. Hopefully knocking everyone over would keep them from killing each other. Short of obvious Earth attacks and defenses, he didn't know what else he could do to keep them from killing each other. After all, they could see through his illusions too easily, and they drained him faster than Earth Wielding would. When the Fire Wielder offered a counter-offer, he sighed. That would work out much better, and he wouldn't have to reveal himself. Such talented students, he thought. If we can get them to behave, they'll make valuable members.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian As Olivier saw the Lightning Wielder, he knew immediately that she'll end up on his black list. "I for one did not sign up to be a... good guy. I signed up for war. And you know what wins wars? Structure, order, and certainty. He who can make predictions and subdue the opposition will emerge victorious..." The Dark Wielder was interrupted by a sudden burst of flame centered on their captive. He, however, immediately recognized it as generated by the child, much more flashy than powerful, and barely went a step backwards. This was all that the captive needed to escape the grip of the water wielder, now finally no longer pinned, to free himself. Still cocky, unapologetic, as if nothing had happened, as if time was not wasted, as if he did not cause needless damage and nearly killed them, the fire wielder even had the nerve to propose a deal with no failure clauses. As much as Olivier appreciated the value of blending in, this was too much. Not only for his sanity, but also for his sense of safety. In addition, he made quite liberal use of his powers today, and was nearly completely drained. "The absurdity of the situation is astonishing to me. In fact, I straight up refuse to deal with such travesty." he declared, in a mildly annoyed tone, as he circled back and started walking. "Whatever the others may decide, I refuse to deal with you on equal terms. I am leaving. Whoever wishes to come with me, except that cocky bastard, is free to do so." As he strode away, Olivier threw one last glance at Nova, then returned to his path.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood back away from the conflict, watching from a safe distance. With all of the Wielders at each others throats Nova knew that she probably wouldn't stand a chance is they all started fighting again, especially now that her weapon had been destroyed. Poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, she watched with wonder at Olivier's dark and mysterious power. She had never heard of another Wielder with abilities like his, so terrifying and fascinating at the same time. "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." She mumbled to herself with a chuckle, hiding as yet another Wielder showed up, spouting flames where flames should not have been. "This is getting ridiculous." Sensing Olivier's rage, Nova stepped out, hoping to see the situation to a conclusion. She hesitated, looking at the others before rushing off after Olivier, recognizing him as her only ally at that moment. "I'll give you some company." She smiled warmly in an attempt to make him feel better, not liking to see people she considered friends upset.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging. Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep. With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact." She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea. She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen's eyes flitted back and forth between everyone who had gathered here. Hm . . . I don't like him, I maybe don't like her, she's alright I think, she's wierd, aaaand I like his fire! thought Adeen about Olivier, Nova, Rhiannon, Rhea and Lao, respectively. Of course, most of her judgment came from how they looked like and ow they acted - she didn't bother too much to listen to what they were saying. Her impromptu judgment was of course not created on who would make the best allies but on who looked like the friendliest. Lao was of course, on the same level as Rhiannon in this case, he just got bonus points for letting Adeen witness his blue flame. Adeen just stood there and waited, her heels bouncing about, anxious for them to stop talking already. Of course she wasn't concerned about their topic of discussion and would much rather run to where Lao was and pester him endlessly with questions, but she thought of herself as a girl that was raised properly, and girls who raised properly don't interrupt other people's conversations. And so, she waited. . . . For about a grand total of one minute, then she took off. Then again, given her usual patience, this was an accomplishment The twelve year old shot forward towards Lao, right as Olivier turned around. Her excitement agitated the fire inside her, and as she ran towards the other fire user, various things in her path were set ablaze. Rocks, plants, trees, water - if it was near her, it was probably already on fire.In fact, a good portion of the jungle around them was lit up and on fire. Of course, as she had no intention of actually burning anything and was just excited, the fire reflected that; nothing was consumed by the flames. They stood as they were, seemingly unaffected, but still radiating heat. It was quite suffocating really. Then Adeen reached Lao and set herself on fire with excitement - again, literally. "That blue fire wash - I mean was - so pwetty~!" she exclaimed, pausing momentarily to correct her lisp. "You have to have to have to HAVETA SHYAOW ME HOW TA DO DAT~!"</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova looked at Rhea with confusion, sensing some of her agitation, though at what she couldn't tell. Instead of dwelling on it Nova chose to wear a smile and extend her hand in greeting. "I'm Nova, it's a pleasure to meet you." She hoped that she could become friends with the Wielder too. She didn't seem to be as unique as some of the others with her Wielding element, but the skills and quick thinking displayed by the girl were brilliant in her eyes. The eyes that had begun wandering now that things had cooled off between everyone. Nova had reached her limit at suppressing her extra 'sense', all of the feelings of the jungle now pouring in. She could feel other students in the distance, animals and plant life alike, the life of the very forest surrounding them were all things she could "see". Usually it was toned down, but this was the result of trying to ignore it all... Even if it were only for a brief amount of time. Her distracted gaze wouldn't hinder her ability to keep up with Olivier and Rhea, however she had begun humming a song softly to herself, admiring the scenery as they walked on.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was glad to see Nova come after him. For a while now, he really did start to view her innocence and plain lucidity as just pleasant traits, not just tools, as hard as it was for him to admit to enjoying another human being's company. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the lightning wielder came along. This was much of a mixed blessing - on one hand, she was as strong as him, which said a lot considering his Contract boost, and also well rested; on the other hand, her arbitrary sense of "morality" might prove to be a hindrance in the future. In the end, he decided the benefits outweighed the cons. That didn't stop him from being a tad ironic, however. "Welcome aboard! As long as you don't find yourself passionately discoursing about the sanctity of life in the middle of battle, I'm sure we'll be able to tolerate one another." Saying that, he noticed that Nova trailed a bit behind them, taking in the scenery. Space wielders could be weird indeed, but Olivier was not frightened for her now, that he saw the girl having better dodging reflexes than him. He still, however, said to her "Try not to veer off too far back, please, Nova.". Meanwhile, the lightning wielder seemed to inspect her gauntlets intently. Her question was something that puzzled Olivier too for the longest time, and it was only a year previous that he had found out. "I happen to have quite a good understanding of how we got to gloves, actually." he explained, quickly adding, with a small grin: "It is, however, the case, that I have illegally broken into an archive to find out, which may or may not have required silencing one or two guard. So, would you like me to explain, or would that make you feel complicit in murder?"</s>	<\|message\|>Abraham Grail After the ring of fire was put out, Abraham silently crept away from the group. Once he reached the shadow of the trees, he circled back and reached the lake a bit behind the group. They were all surrounding the fireboy and they seemed to have forgotten Abraham. Good. He kneeled, took water in his hand a drank a bit. Then, he took off his glove that stopped anything he touches from being poisoned, and plunged his hand into the water. Now, that will take care of thirsty students in the future! He saw the greenish poison starting to spread throughout the water. In a lake as big as this the poison might not be lethal, but it will be enough to make whoever drinks it sick for a while. With that done, Abraham put his glove back on, and started walking in the direction of the finish-line. All of them are fools. They can fight for as long as they like, I'm going to finish this tournament. Without getting killed. They were still there talking. He crept past them quietly in the cover of the trees. Once he could see them no longer he smiled to himself. It's good being smarter than others. As for allies, he guessed he would have to find better ones.</s>
<\|description\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Age: true age unknown, but looks 30 Appearance: Background : Shi'larra was born in the Travellers' settlement located at the heart of Myrruan forest in the center of the Obrethon lands. She was the middle of the five living children, and was chosen by the Tribe's elders to become the next to be trained in the generation of the Travellers' sorcerers known as the Vadbulaah. Her older sister Moriana, now known as the notorious Witch of the Eddor'had, who always thought of herself as the Chosen one, didn't take elders' decision very lightly. She demanded to be taken into the training aswell, but ended up being banished from the Tribe for disrespecting the commandments of the Old ways. Even then Shi'larra already knew that they'd made a terrible mistake sending Moriana away. She knew her sister would always get her way, no matter what it took. But she had no idea how bad it would all turn out. 10 years had passed until one day the people of Obrethon first heard of the witch Moriana, who was roaming the Lands causing trouble everywhere she went. By then she had already aquired quite a few followers, mostly thieves and other bandits, who fancied her for her wickedness and ability to make them unstoppable on their pillaging quests. After the joined armies of 5 Kingdoms managed to exile Moriana to the island of Eddor'had, times for the witches became very hard. People didn't trust them anymore, and were set to kill any practioner of magic they come across to, forcing the witches to leave the Obrethon lands or stay very well hidden. Shi'larra decided to stay, leading a nomadic life all across the Obrethon lands. She laid low for many years, carefully gathering the knowledge of her sister's intentions. However, it took her years before she realized what Moriana has done with the King of the Barren lands. And a few more before she learnt how to get in the contact with the one person she believed could put an end to all this. It was a long shot, but luckily enough Prince Edgar believed her message conveyed in the dreams to be the truth. However, she knew that their troubles were nowhere near the end, so after a few more years of intense self-training she contacted the Prince Edgar again, this time in flesh, and convinced him that Moriana is raising an army of creatures no man had ever seen before, and that she must be stopped before it's too late. Personality: She enjoys Prince's trust, but is well aware that not everybody feels comfortable with her joining the quest. She appears to be fearless, and quite witty at times, and she doesn't bother proving to the Knights that her intentions are all good. Overall, she is quite mysterious, and doesn't really talk about herself or the things she knows about this world, unless it's really necessary. But she can be very resourceful, and knows her way around the Lands pretty well, which makes her quite indispensable. Fighting skills: Her magic is strong, and diverse, but it requires a lot of energy and concentration, so when it comes to a close combat she rather relies on her sword and throwing knives. More often she prefers to just disappear from sight, using a quick cloaking spell, that she had mastered to a perfection during the times she spent in hidding.</s> <\|message\|>Bron The inn was quite empty. Across the room what seemed like two guards were drinking a few pints of ale, and the only other person there was a portly man who was fast asleep. Barring Bron of course. He sipped his own ale. It tasted like filth, but it had cost him close to nothing, and he was thirsty. He had grown used to the wine served at the Palace in the Vale, but it was better incognito as a poor traveller than dead. His hand kept going to his bag next to him, feeling the hilt of his sword, to check the gem was still there. It had cost the kingdoms their lives. Well, at least, it was partly responsible. The four other reasons were scattered across the kingdoms. He had forged it into the pommel of his sword, to keep it close to him and hide it if anyone saw his weapon. The disguise probably wouldn't work on everyone, but it could at least prolong his life a while longer. He relaxed. It was only a day's walk to Kirin Taq now, where King Edgar and the woman who had invited him would undoubtedly be. Perhaps the other Knights were already there for council. He noticed his drink getting cold, and placed his hand on the cup. With a quick surge of energy, the drink fizzled and steamed. He leaned back with a satisfied grin. It was useful to have heat and fire at your fingertips. Quite literally. After quickly finishing his ale, he tossed a coin to the innkeep and left. He paused at the door and looked back. All three other men were passed out. Typical, he thought, and opened the door. He made it to Kirin Tak. It was nightfall, and the sky was black and devoid of stars. Nature's only means to find your way gone, he thought. An ill omen. He walked along the streets. The houses were very clean, in fact the whole place seemed to have never seen any kind of commotion ever. Quite peculiar, there having been a war. In fact, he had never heard of the place, and couldn't find it on a map. He decided he didn't like this place, a hidden place with hidden going-ons is generally not a place you stay too long if you want to keep your coins on you. Or your life. He trudged down a small alleyway and came up to a huge road that went along Kirin Taq. At the end were two knights, barely visible. They were both wearing impressive sets of armour, and he could already feel the presence of two other gems. He looked down at his. "Guess I'm not incognito anymore," he muttered, and pulled out his sword, buckling it to his belt. The gem shone in the night like a flashlight, little flames dancing in it, twirling. He made his way to the two knights. "Hello there," he said.</s> <\|message\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew The road to Kirin Taq was long and parched of much sights and entertainment. Horse shoe clatter, and the clanking of various types of metallic items were the only phenomenon uttering some sense of tonality. The fortuitous neighs and sputtering of the horse Prince Edgar sat upon could be added to the sense of vibrant ambiance upon this, otherwise, uncultivated road. Every now and then, he could would find himself briefly accompanied by travelers heading in various other directions, whom he would acknowledge with a fair wave and head nod though he kept his true identity, as Ruler of these lands, hidden under the hooded attire he was currently wearing. Some riders had fallen asleep upon their mounts, seemingly having faith solely in their horses sense of general direction. Others, who were less favorable of a mount were seen setting up various camps of to the sides of the road. This seemed like such an amazing idea to prince, but he knew that his destination grew near, and there was business of much importance to apprehend. With a snap of the reigns he had clasped firmly in his hands, and a verbal command to his horse, he quickened his pace to a swift gallop and set his aim back on the road in font of him. Many minutes had passed, and he had not slowed his pace any. The eastern gates of the city of Kirin Taq came into his line of sight. He mad ready a Royal Permit, stamped, signed and sealed by the young prince himself; ordering that the merchant he was posing as be permitted though the city to deliver goods to the city just west of Kirin Taq. As he approached the guarded gate, he tugged firmly on the reigns signaling the horse to slow down to a steady trot as they grew closer, finally to a complete halt. With much confidence in his espionage, he forked over the grant letter to the guard that had approached him as he slowly dismounted, knowing that there was going to be very little, if any, exchange in words betwixt them. He had entangled the reigns around his right hand, in preparation to enter the city. With no further delay after reading the consent letter, the closer immediately signaled for the other to open the gates. They two saluted Edgar stiffly and astutely as crossed through the border of the city's walls. The moonlight revealed nothing but a most Machiavellian grin upon his face as the Magic barrier had been placed back up, and cloaked to simulate giant walls with a crackling, shimmering ring. He felt the Sil'rithil resonate strongly from inside his left glove now that he was in a magic imbued city. He knew some of the others had already made it into the city even more so as he felt the haunting, lingering presence growing stronger, and stronger. He continued further into the city, adjusting the hooded part of his under-cloak, keeping his face immersed deeply into its lengthy brim. He could hear the clanking of patrol knight's armor as they marched by, and the distant chattering of the towns people who were still awake with their windows ajar. Every now and again he would lift his head to navigate the dark parts of some roads, until there was no mistaking that he had made it to the right place. He tied the horse off on a nearby post outside of the meeting area and proceeded to greet the to armored women standing outside. "Forgive my delay. The voyage here deemed slightly perilous. Not but a few interruptions, but nothing life threatening to the point I couldn't handle." He looked out towards the road, removing his hood as he sidestepped the moonlight and various flickering light of torches and candlelight, into a concealed, more shadowy part of the area. "It seems we have a few more stragglers other than myself" he giggled monotonously and proceeded to sigh, "Though I'm certain the wait won't be too much longer" He eyed the road a few time more over before settling on going in side to parch his thirst.</s>	<\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s>
<\|description\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Age: 33 Kingdom: Minil'Thadag, the Kingdom of the Seven Lakes Gemstone: Meru'rithil, the Stone of Air Physical appearance: Redoran is of average height and build, though men from the plains would call him tall. His head is completely shaved but for a top-knot after the fashion of the knights of Minil'Thadag and he has a thin goatee. He wears several hoops of gold and silver rings in his earlobes. He is often seen wearing a green cloak over the dark mail. When in battle, he wears the helm of the battle lords with a pair of horns on top. Across his ribs runs a deep gash - a remnant of a forgotten duel. Background: Redoran was born in the town of Amren, nestled near the foothills of the Dragon ranges at the very edge of the kingdom. His father, Rhuarn, was a captain in the king's army and was respected for his battle sense. While the father was a hero to the boy, it was a father who rarely spent time with his son. When he lost his mother at a very early age, Redoran was sent to learn and train with the King's Guards. He had many doting 'uncles' as he grew up: gruff men who prided in raising the kid. They taught him how to hunt and fight, how to find food in barren lands, how to hide in plain sight. They also taught him how to read and write. They taught him the Epic of Gilahad and instilled in him a sense of valour and honour. When the boy came of age, it was only natural that he be inducted into the King's Guards. For ten years, Redoran fought with his brethren, bringing the various tribes of the lakes under the King's dominion. He earned fame as a fighter and was called Elimir ('the Fearless') by his people. War descended upon their fair kingdom while Redoran was in the far west. His old but proud father had stood by the king's side till the very end. The news of the death of the king was a body blow to the King's Guards caught miles from their master. Every knight then took a vow to ride to his death with teeth bared, to avenge the death of their king. Seven of them rode from Angruthil to the eastern borders, chopping and hacking their way through the hordes of darkness. Songs would have been written of their passage had anyone beheld the riders as they charged with fury. But what could seven men do against the entire might of Evil? One by one, they all perished until Redoran found himself alone, horseless and near-death. Mustering his remaining strength, he made it to Sol Linata - the lake that once glittered like diamonds but now lies like a cesspool. There, the knight collapsed and was later rescued by refugees from the Barren Lands. Having heard of the last charge of the king's guard, Prince Edgar found him as soon as he was recuperated and entrusted to him Meru'rithil - the Stone of Air. With the stone comes hope, and with hope comes strength. Redoran is now riding to the Kingdom of the Seven Lakes, or what was once a kingdom. Midst the ruins, the lone knight rides, carrying with him dreams of green pasture and sparkling lakes. Personality: Honourable, Valiant, Grim, Brooding, Proud Fighting skill: Master Swordsman; Deft rider; Good hand-to-hand combat skills. Redoran prefers to fight on horseback with his greatsword. After having practiced with the Stone of Air, Redoran can now perform the Wind Dance. It is a sword-fighting technique where every slash and move of the blade creates multiple invisible blades of wind slashing around the caster. He can also perform simple levitation on objects using the stone.</s> <\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Alexis continued wiping the cloth along her blade for a moment as the first armoured knight to arrive greeted her. His introduction was polite enough and he showed none of the usual disdain men of his rank would show an upstart such as herself. Slowly and deliberately she admired the sheen on her sword before standing and sliding it carefully into its plain red-leather scabbard before taking the knight's proffered hand firmly. "You are not mistaken, sir. Well met. As for your punctuality... bar myself I must say that you have been quickest to respond." A wry smile spread across her lips as she took pleasure in the exchange; not often did she have the chance to speak to her fellow knights on a equal level. Her eyes caught movement behind Redoran as the second of their number arrived. He merely greeted them, making no sign of his identity or knowledge of theirs although those who had been summoned would be instantly recognisable; and not just to Alexis. Finally, the 'most noble' among them arrived apologising for his late arrival. Truth be told, Alexis had expected to find their corpses along the way; knights were rarely known for their ability to pass through lands incognito and the world was not so safe that they could journey by themselves if their identity were known. She was pleasantly surprised by this revelation, perhaps she had underestimated the men simply because they were born into their titles. Inclining her head in greeting to the Prince, she greeted him neutrally. "Prince Edgar, a pleasure to see you in such high spirits." The knights then stood there in an awkward silence, none wanting to broach the topic of why they had assembled in this place. It was the smell that Alexis noticed first, drawing her attention to the wolf which had quietly approached them. It nodded a greeting to her before bounding off. Without pause the female knight strode towards her horse and set about checking the appropriate straps were tight for an immediate journey. "I think, gentleman, it might be best if you readied yourselves. We will be off shortly." Mere seconds passed before Shi'larra appeared atop her black stallion, energetic and prepared to gallop out of the town. She greeted them shortly, clearly disappointed in their fewer than expected numbers. Alexis had not questioned her patron's judgement in assigning the meeting place but had had her doubts about whether the knights would come at all. There was great suspicion of magic in Obrethon and even she, with her personal interaction with it from a young age, preferred to rely on tactics and those things which she could predict. Alexis trotted her steed, a chestnut coloured stallion with no name she knew of, to the side of their leader. "Not yet here, Shi'larra. I imagine waiting here will only become a trap for those left to reach us, what with the net closing around us." She glanced at the wolf again, the faint smell of smoke apparent again. "It might be best if we attempt to find them on the road. That or their corpses if they haven't been careful enough." She pulled herself into the saddle with fluid ease, adjusting her sword belt slightly so that the rapier resting there would not come loose in the coming ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s>
<\|description\|>Bron Age: 41 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Vales Gemstone: Fire Appearance: Bron keeps his hair short, military cut, as well as a short beard. Both are black, but starting to fleck with grey. His eyes are the colour of ambers. In stature he is quite short, broad-shouldered and muscular. People often underestimate him because of his size, but he quickly shows them he's more than capable of holding his own against them. He's quite conservative and usually wears a thin tunic with some chainmail underneath, preferring to avoid rich clothes or ornate armour. His hard and long past is marked on his face and body, with a scarred left side of the face and burnt shoulder. Background: Bron was raised in the Barren Lands, born to a city guard and a flute-playing mother. He grew up in the slums of the city, where he learned what real life was really like. He liked to read, but books only described false ideas of heroes and dragons, not what really went on. He witnessed murders, conning, thievery. Using his sharp wit and skill in Hvar-täk, a local board game that rich men usually gambled on. He made a quick fortune, and then enlisted in the Guards when his father retired. As a twenty year old guardsman, he was still surprised to see the corruption in it, and left a few weeks later. He decided to head off to the capital and find work there, hoping to be a sellsword or some other dirty work for more money. He had become disillusioned to concepts of honour or justice. Why should one's chance in this kingdom amount to who your parents had fucked to bring you into the world? He made it his goal to discredit the greedy merchants of the capital and ruin their businesses in which they paid workers the minimum wages to feed their own fat bellies. Here he also met King Armagen, who most seemed to consider mad for his war on two fronts. Mad King Armagen. He witnessed the corruption first hand as he had become part of the Prince Edgar's personal guard. He fought in the war for a few years, following Edgar, and helped kill the King's guard when Edgar betrayed him. This was a chance to make the kingdom a better place. He was surprised when Edgar turned to him with an important mission. He explained about the sorceress and gems, and handed one to Bron. The gem was red, and seemed to contain fire under the right light. You could see the small flames twirling at the center... An object of beauty. An object of power. Power was not something Bron wanted, as he had quickly learned in the wrong hands it's devastating. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. But honesty and loyalty were important to him. He agreed to take it. Though Edgar had offered him the post of King of the Vale, he had declined and instead reccomended a General he had fought with during the war, a man who shared similar ideas to him and seemed like a good leader. He became King, and named Bron captain of the King's guard. Bron happily accepted. He also started seeing a young girl in the Queen's Guard. A fiesty and strong-willed woman, a few years younger than his thirty. He quickly fell in love. Then came the news. The Witch who had corrupted the King and ruined the five kingdoms was here to retrieve her stones. Bron had thought the world a peaceful place now, and had sealed his gem in his house. He quickly found it, and forged it into the hilt of his sword. He carried the sword everywhere he went, even sleeping with it. But such responsability is not cheaply bought. An unknown illness took his now-wife, Rose, who had quit the Queen's Guard. She died a few days after. Bron is now on his way to the capital of the Barren Lands, to meet with Prince Edgar and find out how to protect the stones, and whatever evil may lie in them, and how to get rid of them. He is travelling from village to village posing as a hermit, to protect his identity and escape from whatever spies the Witch may have in place. Personality: Strong, Witty, Loyal, Sensible, Modest Fighting skills: He usually fights head on, not believing in class or style. He doesn't mind kicking his opponent's groin, throwing dirt in his eyes, anything goes. He prefers using a sword and shield, and his gem powers allow him to conjure fire (though he has learnt that this ruins his health, his hands have become withered and leathery from over-use and over-exposure of his power) and set his sword on fire. (He had it forged with Damascus steel, which is heat resistant enough for the blade not to weaken.) He can also apply heat to things with his hands, and his body temperature is constantly affected by the gem: instead of the normal temperature of 36°, his internal temperature is closer to 40°. Using the fire also uses oxygen from his bloodstream, weakening him and rendering him breathless. Separation from the gem he has become dependent on usually makes him feel sick, so he keeps it hidden but close. He can also control fire, turning it into different shapes, controlling it, changing it's colour, as if fire's will could be taken over by him. He hasn't discovered all he can do with the gem, but is quite satisfied with his heat powers.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Nights in the Traveller's Den were rather eerie, Alexis had decided. There were almost no people in the streets, civilians let alone the groups of soldiers regularly patrolling towns and cities across Obrethon. The war had made a lot of people suspicious of one another; it had also led to an increase in banditry which was the main reason so many guards were employed at town gates and most entrances were sealed at night. Not so here. There were no patrols and no defencible gates; only the magic and although she had come to grow comfortable with the presence of it through her use of the Water Gem she still put more faith in the things she could predict and control: people, steel and ingenuity. Shi'larra had taught her about how the world worked, how to look after herself and how to treat others. The war had taught her how to fight, what the people who couldn't be saved were like and how far some would go when pushed or threatened. She had made friends and enemies in equal measure while gaining a reputation as a honest dealer but also as a ruthless, dishonourable killer with no regard for the ancient codes of chivalry; somewhat uncharitably. Resting on her knees was the naked blade of her longsword as she ran a clean cloth up and down the blade. It had been newly sharpened but she had seen too many blades suffer from rust due to lack of cleaning; the edge of a blade wasn't the only important thing. Bad care would lead it to weaken, to rust or simply soften, and then it would fail its wielder when they most needed it to be strong and sturdy. The blade was long since wiped clean of the dirt of her journey to that place, gleaming softly in the moonlight, but Alexis found the activity kept her calm and alert; a habit she had picked up during the wars. Everyone came up with some kind of coping mechanism: some drank, some gambled, some joked and boasted, others found the arms of a lover (paid or unpaid). She simply found pleasure in carrying out a monotonous, basic task that might serve to save her life in the future. "The question is, who arrives first?" She muttered to herself. All the knights who held gems would have heard of each other and she feared her common background would put her at a disadvantage if the others teamed together; that was not the purpose of their coming together but she knew all too well how petty the aristocracy could be.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran looked at the dying sun, unseeing as he tried to forget. The sun was going down in a flurry of crimson and amber even as the purple fingers of night crept from the east. It was an abstract battle of light and dark, played out everyday. Though he tried not to think or philosophize, the thought came to him that this battle will go on. There was no winner. There was no loser. Just an eternally unstoppable force meeting an infinitely unbreakable wall. To mere mortals with limited sense of morality, light represented all that was good. And dark all that was bad. As if you can parcel them into neat little packets of two, he thought. Didn't the sun burn the skin on hot days? Hadn't the night provided the soft murmurs of a comfortable sleep? Was there such a thing as purely good or purely evil? He emitted a soft grunt of irritation. Again, he was letting his mind wander, like a dead leaf carried by the breeze. He had been training everyday to focus his mind, channel its attention to single point of nothingness, to detach himself from reality, to forget the reminders and fly like a bird. Needless to say it had been a total failure so far. And every time he tried to focus, the town behind him kept intruding. With a sigh, he turned around to face the town that had magically appeared like a sudden rain cloud. For 30 years he had roamed these very lands and thought he knew every fold and crevice. And yet, here he was standing in the eastern borders of his kingdom, and here was a town, plain as a rock, that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He had been told to expect it, of course. But still, he was supposed to be an expert ranger of these lands! Kirin Taq. A town of legend, it seemed. And a place where several fates will be decided. With a grim set to his face, he mounted Shamran, his black warhorse, and let her walk into the town. As she stepped on to the cobblestoned path, he felt a rush of something pass him. It wasn't the wind. He absently fingered the ring on his left hand. Meru'rithil, set in a ring of silver. The houses looked like skulls, staring out with empty sockets. Night fell quickly around him as he made his way through the 'town' - for want of a better word. There was something decidedly eerie about this place. If Prince Edgar hadn't vouched for this Shi'larra, he would have thought he was walking into the den of the Black Witch herself. He shivered slightly and felt his spine tingle. He turned a corner. Immediately he tensed. The sight of an armored man is like a beacon to any knight. It is a sign of danger. But beyond a momentary tightening of his thighs on Shamran's saddle, he didn't let his worry show. The Prince had vouched for this Shi'larra and this town was supposed to be the safest place to meet. So many things that he had no control over. As he approached the armored knight, he realized it was a woman. Wearing the armor of the Kingdom of the Rivers. So this was Alexis Chandle, who, if rumour was to be believed, was a protege of his host. His eyes instinctively went to her sword. It was a thing of beauty, long and gleaming. And she looked like she knew how to use it. Very well. He approached her and dismounted. "Well met," he said, holding out his hand. "I am Redoran, son of Rhuarn. And unless I am mistaken, you must be Alexis Chandle - the one they call Mia'lithil, Maiden of the River. Am I late?"</s>	<\|message\|>Bron The inn was quite empty. Across the room what seemed like two guards were drinking a few pints of ale, and the only other person there was a portly man who was fast asleep. Barring Bron of course. He sipped his own ale. It tasted like filth, but it had cost him close to nothing, and he was thirsty. He had grown used to the wine served at the Palace in the Vale, but it was better incognito as a poor traveller than dead. His hand kept going to his bag next to him, feeling the hilt of his sword, to check the gem was still there. It had cost the kingdoms their lives. Well, at least, it was partly responsible. The four other reasons were scattered across the kingdoms. He had forged it into the pommel of his sword, to keep it close to him and hide it if anyone saw his weapon. The disguise probably wouldn't work on everyone, but it could at least prolong his life a while longer. He relaxed. It was only a day's walk to Kirin Taq now, where King Edgar and the woman who had invited him would undoubtedly be. Perhaps the other Knights were already there for council. He noticed his drink getting cold, and placed his hand on the cup. With a quick surge of energy, the drink fizzled and steamed. He leaned back with a satisfied grin. It was useful to have heat and fire at your fingertips. Quite literally. After quickly finishing his ale, he tossed a coin to the innkeep and left. He paused at the door and looked back. All three other men were passed out. Typical, he thought, and opened the door. He made it to Kirin Tak. It was nightfall, and the sky was black and devoid of stars. Nature's only means to find your way gone, he thought. An ill omen. He walked along the streets. The houses were very clean, in fact the whole place seemed to have never seen any kind of commotion ever. Quite peculiar, there having been a war. In fact, he had never heard of the place, and couldn't find it on a map. He decided he didn't like this place, a hidden place with hidden going-ons is generally not a place you stay too long if you want to keep your coins on you. Or your life. He trudged down a small alleyway and came up to a huge road that went along Kirin Taq. At the end were two knights, barely visible. They were both wearing impressive sets of armour, and he could already feel the presence of two other gems. He looked down at his. "Guess I'm not incognito anymore," he muttered, and pulled out his sword, buckling it to his belt. The gem shone in the night like a flashlight, little flames dancing in it, twirling. He made his way to the two knights. "Hello there," he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Bron Age: 41 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Vales Gemstone: Fire Appearance: Bron keeps his hair short, military cut, as well as a short beard. Both are black, but starting to fleck with grey. His eyes are the colour of ambers. In stature he is quite short, broad-shouldered and muscular. People often underestimate him because of his size, but he quickly shows them he's more than capable of holding his own against them. He's quite conservative and usually wears a thin tunic with some chainmail underneath, preferring to avoid rich clothes or ornate armour. His hard and long past is marked on his face and body, with a scarred left side of the face and burnt shoulder. Background: Bron was raised in the Barren Lands, born to a city guard and a flute-playing mother. He grew up in the slums of the city, where he learned what real life was really like. He liked to read, but books only described false ideas of heroes and dragons, not what really went on. He witnessed murders, conning, thievery. Using his sharp wit and skill in Hvar-täk, a local board game that rich men usually gambled on. He made a quick fortune, and then enlisted in the Guards when his father retired. As a twenty year old guardsman, he was still surprised to see the corruption in it, and left a few weeks later. He decided to head off to the capital and find work there, hoping to be a sellsword or some other dirty work for more money. He had become disillusioned to concepts of honour or justice. Why should one's chance in this kingdom amount to who your parents had fucked to bring you into the world? He made it his goal to discredit the greedy merchants of the capital and ruin their businesses in which they paid workers the minimum wages to feed their own fat bellies. Here he also met King Armagen, who most seemed to consider mad for his war on two fronts. Mad King Armagen. He witnessed the corruption first hand as he had become part of the Prince Edgar's personal guard. He fought in the war for a few years, following Edgar, and helped kill the King's guard when Edgar betrayed him. This was a chance to make the kingdom a better place. He was surprised when Edgar turned to him with an important mission. He explained about the sorceress and gems, and handed one to Bron. The gem was red, and seemed to contain fire under the right light. You could see the small flames twirling at the center... An object of beauty. An object of power. Power was not something Bron wanted, as he had quickly learned in the wrong hands it's devastating. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. But honesty and loyalty were important to him. He agreed to take it. Though Edgar had offered him the post of King of the Vale, he had declined and instead reccomended a General he had fought with during the war, a man who shared similar ideas to him and seemed like a good leader. He became King, and named Bron captain of the King's guard. Bron happily accepted. He also started seeing a young girl in the Queen's Guard. A fiesty and strong-willed woman, a few years younger than his thirty. He quickly fell in love. Then came the news. The Witch who had corrupted the King and ruined the five kingdoms was here to retrieve her stones. Bron had thought the world a peaceful place now, and had sealed his gem in his house. He quickly found it, and forged it into the hilt of his sword. He carried the sword everywhere he went, even sleeping with it. But such responsability is not cheaply bought. An unknown illness took his now-wife, Rose, who had quit the Queen's Guard. She died a few days after. Bron is now on his way to the capital of the Barren Lands, to meet with Prince Edgar and find out how to protect the stones, and whatever evil may lie in them, and how to get rid of them. He is travelling from village to village posing as a hermit, to protect his identity and escape from whatever spies the Witch may have in place. Personality: Strong, Witty, Loyal, Sensible, Modest Fighting skills: He usually fights head on, not believing in class or style. He doesn't mind kicking his opponent's groin, throwing dirt in his eyes, anything goes. He prefers using a sword and shield, and his gem powers allow him to conjure fire (though he has learnt that this ruins his health, his hands have become withered and leathery from over-use and over-exposure of his power) and set his sword on fire. (He had it forged with Damascus steel, which is heat resistant enough for the blade not to weaken.) He can also apply heat to things with his hands, and his body temperature is constantly affected by the gem: instead of the normal temperature of 36°, his internal temperature is closer to 40°. Using the fire also uses oxygen from his bloodstream, weakening him and rendering him breathless. Separation from the gem he has become dependent on usually makes him feel sick, so he keeps it hidden but close. He can also control fire, turning it into different shapes, controlling it, changing it's colour, as if fire's will could be taken over by him. He hasn't discovered all he can do with the gem, but is quite satisfied with his heat powers.</s> <\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Alexis continued wiping the cloth along her blade for a moment as the first armoured knight to arrive greeted her. His introduction was polite enough and he showed none of the usual disdain men of his rank would show an upstart such as herself. Slowly and deliberately she admired the sheen on her sword before standing and sliding it carefully into its plain red-leather scabbard before taking the knight's proffered hand firmly. "You are not mistaken, sir. Well met. As for your punctuality... bar myself I must say that you have been quickest to respond." A wry smile spread across her lips as she took pleasure in the exchange; not often did she have the chance to speak to her fellow knights on a equal level. Her eyes caught movement behind Redoran as the second of their number arrived. He merely greeted them, making no sign of his identity or knowledge of theirs although those who had been summoned would be instantly recognisable; and not just to Alexis. Finally, the 'most noble' among them arrived apologising for his late arrival. Truth be told, Alexis had expected to find their corpses along the way; knights were rarely known for their ability to pass through lands incognito and the world was not so safe that they could journey by themselves if their identity were known. She was pleasantly surprised by this revelation, perhaps she had underestimated the men simply because they were born into their titles. Inclining her head in greeting to the Prince, she greeted him neutrally. "Prince Edgar, a pleasure to see you in such high spirits." The knights then stood there in an awkward silence, none wanting to broach the topic of why they had assembled in this place. It was the smell that Alexis noticed first, drawing her attention to the wolf which had quietly approached them. It nodded a greeting to her before bounding off. Without pause the female knight strode towards her horse and set about checking the appropriate straps were tight for an immediate journey. "I think, gentleman, it might be best if you readied yourselves. We will be off shortly." Mere seconds passed before Shi'larra appeared atop her black stallion, energetic and prepared to gallop out of the town. She greeted them shortly, clearly disappointed in their fewer than expected numbers. Alexis had not questioned her patron's judgement in assigning the meeting place but had had her doubts about whether the knights would come at all. There was great suspicion of magic in Obrethon and even she, with her personal interaction with it from a young age, preferred to rely on tactics and those things which she could predict. Alexis trotted her steed, a chestnut coloured stallion with no name she knew of, to the side of their leader. "Not yet here, Shi'larra. I imagine waiting here will only become a trap for those left to reach us, what with the net closing around us." She glanced at the wolf again, the faint smell of smoke apparent again. "It might be best if we attempt to find them on the road. That or their corpses if they haven't been careful enough." She pulled herself into the saddle with fluid ease, adjusting her sword belt slightly so that the rapier resting there would not come loose in the coming ride.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s>	<\|message\|>Bron Bron nodded at the Prince. They had seen each other but a few weeks ago, so he dispensed with any formalities. He'd never liked wolves, or dogs. They were only loyal so long as you fed them, and he'd seen plenty starving dogs go rogue on their masters. He tightened his grip on his scabbard, despite the animal walking off, but didn't let his face betray his emotions. He'd gotten good at that, as a Hvar-täk player. So this woman was Shi'larra. He'd only heard Edgar speak of her, and was, to tell the truth, expecting what you'd hear in a child's tale. An elderly crone with a pointy hat. She was quite the opposite, she looked younger than Bron, and was strikingly beautiful. He paid no mind to that and instead spoke for the first time since his arrival. "Why should we listen to you... Sorceress? You've given us no proof of your intentions, nor any reason to trust you. I'm not even sure why I've been summoned half across the fucking country, or who's chasing us. Or indeed what."</s>
<\|description\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew Age: 25 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Barren Lands Gemstone: Sil'rithil (The Stone of Mind) Appearance: Edgar appears younger than his age portrays him to be. At times he can be found sporting a short scruffy goatee with thinly trimmed side burns that resemble a chiseled dragons teeth, giving him an older, more mature persona. Though usually he likes it to grow it out during the winter to keep his face warm from the sheer cold fronts of his territory. He keeps his brown hair usually cut just short of his shoulders, as he doesn't like to have much for enemy troops to attempt to grab hold grab hold. He has a slightly slender but highly robustuous, extraordinarily close-knitted, visually cleaved muscular structure. His yellow-ish eyes seem to glow under a star speckled sky, often getting him compliments from women far and wide. Partial Under ArmourFull Battle Armor Background: Prince Edgar, son of the late King Armagen, grew up in a land that at the time, was portentously on the brink of total anarchy and even more eminently malnourished. People all around bargaining anything they could from their housing, cattle, clothing, personal valuables; even some men's wives and daughters for more intimate services; all nestled upon a seemingly never ending clearance sale of desperation. Day in and day out, these people would fall deeper into their circumferential despair, just to make sure they had enough worth to make it to another day. In his case however, life was much different on the inside. He never knew who his mother was, as he was far too young, and his father always seemed far too busy with various tasks to tell him about her; being that he was one of the main councilmen. Since his memories of her were very faint, he hardly ever contemplated about her whereabouts, though his unshaven face is a constant reminder of her elegance. He despises looking in the mirror because of it. He watched as his fathers frustration began to turn to subtle pity as he sought out a remedy for the sick state his land had fallen victim to. He decided shortly there after that he must help restore order and prosperity to his lands. He began to train in many different styles of combat and very versatile with the various weaponry available alongside his father's militia. He took such an affinity to the trade that soon he had surpassed even the highest of dukes ability for the art. It was then did he truly feel worthy of his title as Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew; the Great even! There befell a day where he had awoken to his father's sudden absence with no prior warnings to his leaving. He had found a note on his bedside dresser sealed in red wax and stamped by his fathers imperial ring. It had stated that he had to attend to a meeting with the surrounding kingdoms pertaining to the utter disregard and the well being of their land, and that he would be gone for a few weeks to a months time. The matured prince was used to his father's work and thought nothing much of the matter. He carried out his daily tasks as usual and took the partial responsibilities in upholding the state of their Kingdom in his fathers stead. The weeks had rolled by and still no word of his father. Not so much as even a message by carrier nor bird. He began to worry slightly and had made clear arrangements to set out with a platoon in search of the King. A week had passed the given month his father had promised. He had lined up the squadron outside the city walls in preparation to set off to the west where he believed his father was. And then almost harmoniously, his fathers horse had appeared reaching out of the horizon, bringing with him a feeling of new found glory. The entire Kingdom seemed to come to life with joy and much aspiration that their Kingdom would be restored to it's original wondrous glory. Edgar began to see his fathers happiness renewed. It was as if the problems that had long plagued them hadn't existed. The crops had all grown back ten fold with an immense triumph; rich in the nutrients and tastes that they had all provided. The cattle had all flourished lavishly; they too growing back in unbelievable numbers, seemingly beyond their maximum health potential. Industrial wealth and the well being of all the natives had all be replenished critically. It was as if the God's had blessed their land with outrageous increase all for the price of nothing, or so Edgar had initially speculated. Something was definitely amiss in the young prince's eyes. There was this lingering, ominous presence the was conflicting the reality of the everything the prince had witnessed occurring. He noticed upon his father's arrival from the unintended council meeting the King's crown had been bedazzled with the like of jewels he had never seen before but thought very little of it, rationalizing that they had been given to him as gifts from the rulers of the surrounding kingdoms. Little did he realize though; there was Far more to it than that. Rumor spread expediently of the King's marvel throughout all the surrounding kingdoms, and just as fast so did fear and discrepancies. Edgar noticed his father becoming evermore greedy, evermore Benevolent. People had began to make foul the name of his father and there were no leads as to why. The prince felt as if the plague had returned with a vengeful aftertaste. Sunrises passed, and the condition of his father had not gotten any better. He would witness the King spouting belligerent , ill mannered curses at their people for no reasons at all, flaunting about how they were all worthless and obstacles to his rise of dominance. This went on for months in many different scenarios until the day came where he had to make the difficult decision to partake in an unavoidable war. For years, the war had laid waste to countless of innocent and guilty alike. Unrelenting fires burning as far as the eye could see. The soil had been soaked in copious amounts of blood. So much so that it had began to take on a rusty color. Bodies lay lifelessly in unorthodox patters with every step. None the less, Edgar was determined that he would not be taken victim. One night under a dimly lit campfire, Edgar had a rather Vivid night terror. He had seen the true intentions of his father's sudden leave some years ago; making a deal with an evil Sorceress named Moriana; the Evil Witch of Eddor'had, and woke up in a terrifyingly cold sweat. By this time, the prince had deemed his own father to be a crowning threat to his, and the many well beings of the entirety of the continent. It was HIS fault and he must atone for the relentless consternation that had transpired. Immediately, he set off to put a halt to his father's deeds. When finally found him he noticed the jewels glistening vibrantly upon the crown. He felt that unsettling presence that came back with his father that day, though it seemed it had increased far beyond what he had originally felt. With no warning, he charged his father with the overwhelming intention to eliminate him. The battle went on for hours, and finally an advantaged had occurred that would give him the upper hand; and he took it. King Armagen had finally fallen, and with him the crown from his head. In his final minutes of life, he had returned mostly to the person he used to be so long ago. Fatigued, and disgruntled, Edgar seized the crown, and fled the scene. Once again during the late evening hour, he had been contacted again in his dreams; only this time he had been aware of who it was and what they had wanted. Legend had been foretold about witches in their lands, but ever since the abolishing of witchcraft, few were ever really seen or heard of again to his knowledge, at least until now. The Sorceress sending him these messages went by the name of Shi'larra. He instantly had no doubt in his mind that this was the help he had long searched for, and put complete faith into their mutual proposal. He knew that the crown's jewels would draw much unwanted attention to him; and was also aware the whatever the presence was that had followed him these last few years would be close by; plotting against his will. He decided it was best to intrust four of the jewels to worthy soldiers he had fought alongside during the war and to keep the most menacing one, to him, for himself; at least long enough to have them utterly destroyed once and for all! Personality: The prince has a very open personality. There is no one thing that can justify who he is. Usually he is charming, witty, optimistic, loyal, sarcastic, while also having striking leadership abilities, stern, forward thinking, bold initiative, independent, all with a high sense of integrity. They are not many who would dare think to get on his bad side. He has been know to become quite unpredictable under such circumstances. Fighting skills: He has mastered a number of many fighting styles over the years spent training with his militia. From extreme close hand to hand combat, to various kicking and grappling styles. He has mustered the discipline to combine them all into one overall fighting style. He is also highly versatile in man weapons. His main weapons include the Gatling Bow, which he uses usually for long ranged strikes, a pair of custom made Cutlass Swords. He has also been know to use glaives, greatswords, flails, and countless others. The Mind stone had a compendium of abilities all on its own including; Cosmic Awareness. Dream Manipulation, Divided Mind, Emotion Manipulation, Empathy, Hive Mind, Illusion Manipulation, Mental Manipulation, Memory Absorption, Memory Manipulation, Mind Control, Mind Exchange, Neurocognitive Deficit, Pain Inducement, Precognition, Psionic Equilibrium Distortion, Psionic Inundation, Psionic Shield, Psychic Constructs, Psychic Navigation, Psychic Shadow, Psychometry, Pushing, Telekinesis, Telepathic Communication, Telepathic Perception, Telepathic Reception, Telepathy, and far too many more. (I'll list later) Over use of the mind stone usually leads to intense brain aneurisms, seizures, dementia, short term Alzheimer's, dizziness, loss of all senses. Cases have know to get far worse in users who have no natural affinity for the gem.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s> <\|message\|>Bron Bron nodded at the Prince. They had seen each other but a few weeks ago, so he dispensed with any formalities. He'd never liked wolves, or dogs. They were only loyal so long as you fed them, and he'd seen plenty starving dogs go rogue on their masters. He tightened his grip on his scabbard, despite the animal walking off, but didn't let his face betray his emotions. He'd gotten good at that, as a Hvar-täk player. So this woman was Shi'larra. He'd only heard Edgar speak of her, and was, to tell the truth, expecting what you'd hear in a child's tale. An elderly crone with a pointy hat. She was quite the opposite, she looked younger than Bron, and was strikingly beautiful. He paid no mind to that and instead spoke for the first time since his arrival. "Why should we listen to you... Sorceress? You've given us no proof of your intentions, nor any reason to trust you. I'm not even sure why I've been summoned half across the fucking country, or who's chasing us. Or indeed what."</s>	<\|message\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew Before he could firmly step foot in to the house stable enough the shrill sound of a wolf engrossed the center of his being with a rather resonant presence. A swift tingle engulfed the entirety of him, causing him to stop abruptly in still frame. His eyes first, following the rest of his body quickly jolted in an about-face back out the barely shut door. Wolves, were known to roam the majority of their lands, but rarely are any ever found roaming the outskirts of the city streets, and from the sound of it, any particularly this large in size. Before passing through the door frame, he was immediately greeted by a sulfuric aroma that masked the air around the outside. Instantly, the startled prince firmly entrenched his stance into the ground; aimlessly but firmly grasping the grip of his right cutlass in regards to his suddenly provoked defense. Realizing that a terrorist like threat wouldn't be much of a considerable reason, he disengaged in a more composed stature fixing his expression in a foul manner, fanning the front of his face and sighing in antipathy as the stench crept up his nasal passage. The thought of exploding barrels of gunpowder crossed his mind, though it was highly unlikely that anything of the sort would be found in a place brimming with many a traveler. He fixed his attention on Alexis as her sudden words drew his attention towards her. "Likewise" he proceeded, still slightly thrown off by the pungent smell. Unsure of her immediate proposal about where the remaining gem bearers, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, reassuring himself that they were all indeed, strong trustworthy men. Alexis' sudden action compelled him in the direction of his own steed. He eyed over the back of his horse, pasting his attention back towards the streets, in search of anything seemingly, out of place as he prepared to mount. The familiar sound of trotting horse shoes could be heard off in the distance, followed by the appearance of a random wolf, and a woman perched upon a horse. As she grew more near, she became instantly recognizable as the one who had been contacting him in his dreams. Her nod of recognition deemed more approving to him than the vague glimpses of her astral appearance would justify, aside from the increasingly more noticeable smell. He nodded back in confirmation of her, and her sense of client to client confidentiality; which was surprisingly poised. He reached into a satchel firmly tied on the side of the horses saddle, and pulled out a palm full of specially made horse feed, listening in at the sorceress but remained without an answer as he palm fed the horse. It was obvious that they wouldn't be there long. None the less, he mounted his horse and hooded himself, snapping the reigns of his horse to prepare it for travel.</s>
<\|description\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Appearance Description: Shiro stands at 5'3" with an average build, messy white hair and dark, nearly black eyes that tend to be half-closed with her face sporting a blank stare. In school she usually wears a black vest or jacket over a white blouse along with a long skirt in the same dark colour that goes just over her knees. Age: 17 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: She didn't want it as much as she was dragged into it by her friend. Granted, she could sleep through pretty much anything, but even for someone like her there was only so much whining one could take. 'Shirooo, just come along already! I don't wanna go by myself! Come on, it'll be fuuun!' In the hopes that she might finally get some calm if she just came along once, and for the sake of her arm which suffered entirely too much tugging in the past weeks, Shiro eventually relented. It's not like she minded 'mystery solving' in particular, and it was certainly less stressful than being pushed into a sports club... Personality: Quiet and aloof to the point of being completely apathetic. If it wasn't for her friends making her do it, she would likely be too lazy to meet with anyone at all - in her first two years she got away without joining a club, but she got dragged into the mystery solving club for her third one. She thinks a lot and contemplates even seemingly mundane things for a long time, and gets annoyed when people make rash decisions or become loud and irritating - Shiro finds it hard to empathise with their enthusiasm. Despite all that, she is fond of her friends. Skills: Shiro is, despite her sluggishness, very intelligent and especially great at tactical and logical thinking, and can come up with a plan no matter the situation. Very perceptive, especially concerning smaller details others might miss - whether those details imclude small changes in the environment, things that are just slightly off or even small mood changes and little 'tells' in others that could, for example, give away a lie or when someone is uncomfortable talking about something. She is also oddly good at lying herself, something she picked up to get out of obligations more easily. Biography: Shiro grew up in a small mansion in the mountains that belonged to her parents, a considerable distance away from any major city - as such it was only natural that she didn't form many bonds with other children her age and grew up every bit as quiet as she is today. In fact, as far as anyone can remember, she has always been the same way; when classmates wanted to go for a run around the hills or for a swim in the river Shiro was the one who either didn't come at all, sat on the sidelines, or asked for a break every five minutes. When they went for a trip to the city, whether by car or train, she was dozing off a few seconds in, and when she was told to play with the dog she let him run around the garden while she slept on the porch. Even in class, she's usually found leaning all the way back in her chair or resting her head on her palm, one hand over an eye, just barely awake - though her grades are still good, which seems like a miracle to anyone who meets her. Her pondering comes with positive sides too - she often notices small things others miss as her mind lingers on the tiniest details. Relationships: ~for later~ Other: ~for later~</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka Well.... the entries this time were a merry bunch. There was the foreigner that had been the talk of the school for a while, there were also some people from her own and some first years as well, one of which surprised Hiiragi a lot after she started saying that she felt an evil presence in the room. Perhaps she was more sensible than the others, or maybe just more dramatic? In any case, taht was soon cleared and Hiiragi caught up into the joke after she started pointing at her. It was a good thing that she didn't show any hope in her face after seeing her, otherwise, it would've been obvious just how disappointed she now was. They were definitely a merry bunch, and Hiiragi hoped that they kept on with their merriness in what was to come. And that guy Gael? Definitely a guy that would get on her nerves no matter what. Well, it was time for their taste. Hiiragi stood up from the chair she was sitting in, running a hand by her hair and staring at the little group that had gathered in the club room. 7 people in total. She would've like two more but it was all right like that. More than enough. Maybe some to sacrifice as well.... Yeah, she should keep that joke to herself. "It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite of whether you actually want to be here or not. Now, let's get on going with this meeti-" Before she could end, though another person strolled into the room. A girl with blue hair and with a PS Vita between her hands. She hit the buttons furiously as she played. She walked into the room and simply leaned against a wall, without saying anything else. Hiiragi, at the very least, looked at her with confusion. After a while of feeling the girl's gaze on her, Hyouka finally sighed and left her game aside. She looked at everyone else and lazily introduced herself. "Fujino Hyouka. A pleasure to meet ya all. I'm here cause I want to solve mysteries and crap like that." And after that, she went on with her game. Hiiragi simply shook her head and went on with what she wanted to say. "Anyhow, let's get the meeting under way. As the new members of the Mystery Solving Club, I shall have you undertake a test. You will solve this school's first mystery, which I am plenty sure all of you know of, at least by name. Shall you fail to do this, I will not allow you to stay in the club. After that too, will be the last opportunity you will have to back off from this club, if you don't like what you see there." Hiiragi said, trying to be as clear and concise as possible. "You shall investigate throughout the school at your own content to find whatever clues you think are necessary. After that, we shall meet in front of this classroom at midnight. Opening the door at that time is strictly forbidden, though." "Then, gather clues, prepare yourselves and make sure to bring an extra pair of underpants. Tonight, you will not receive any assistance from me." Hiiragi took her bag and put it on her shoulder. She then walked to the exit of the classroom, not before looking back at the others and sighing. "That said, I am not the devil. I've left my notebook with everything you need to know in a certain place. It is a simple notebook, if a little bit worn out. If you have enough common sense, I'm pretty sure you'll know where to search. Have fun." With a little wave, Hiiragi said goodbye and made her way out of school. If anyone were to check on her through the door, they'd find nothing, as if she had disappeared in thin air. Hyouka stopped playing once she started hearing what Hiiragi had to say. Well, it seemed everything would be more entertaining than she expected. She decided to stay in the room to investigate. Investigation: START! Places of Interest NOTE: You need to go to one of these locations to search for clues. Once there, I shall explain where you can search and what you can find. I will also let you know what will be useful as clues. Yeah, if any of you played Danganronpa, you'll see that this system is fairly similar.</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson A whole bunch of other people were beginning to show up in the classroom, the majority of them decidedly Japanese. It turned out that him calling the white-haired girl 'White' was actually correct. Apparently, her name was 'Shiro' if Kazuo was to be believed. Smiling good-naturedly at the third year's comment, Gael pushed himself off the desk and stood up, allowing bandanna boy to appreciate the full extent of the foreigner's height. "Well," he said, looking down at the shorter male, "I'd love to say that it's due solely to my upbringing, but genetics are unfair like that, eh?" "And my my, Takeshi, never thought you were such a player, pining after two girls at the same time." Looked like the bespectacled baseball club member had larger balls than Gael had first expected. Gotta give him props for that, huh. Of course, to balance out all those enthusiastic individuals, an annoyed shorty with a babyface and blonde hair came in as well, citing that the only reason she was joining the club was because her councillor forced her to. Probably the delinquent-type, really, because there was no way in hell her blonde hair was natural. After the delinquent half-ganguro, a much more normal student walked in, a little on the skinny side, with brown, medium-length hair and a face that didn't stand out at all. Essentially? Boring as hell. Next~! Thank god the final person to arrive was actually FUCKING AWESOME. Gael had heard about 'chuunibyo syndrome' while he had been looking up information related to Japan, but he hadn't actually expected to meet someone like that. Her silliness was a breath of fresh air compared to what most Japanese people were like, and while she was most definitely underweight, the international student really didn't care. Such admirable confidence and gusto, with no regards at all to reality! People like her were the ones that would revolutionize society. Deciding to take the initiative on this occasion, Gael snapped his fingers to catch her attention and said with a wide grin, "Sup, Silver Agent! I like you! Name's Gael Ericsson, from Norway!" Before any more greetings could be exchanged, however, the club president spoke up once more, just as the final arrive, a gamer girl who also didn't look like she wanted to be here, arrived. Lots of girls, actually. How odd. Listening attentively to all that she had said, Gael found himself rather excited at the end of all this. While this DID sound like a staged event, perhaps a prank or whatever on the new members, it also sounded like tons of investigative fun. Hiiragi was probably tossing them under the bus, but this sort of difficulty spike was alright as well. And searching for a notebook containing vital information… One certainly couldn't get more RPG-esque than that. But first thing's first. Addressing everyone else in the club, Gael said, leaning against a wall, "Right, don't know about the rest of you, but seeing how we're gonna search for some satanic classroom until midnight, anyone feel like getting some food? Or are you all on a diet?"</s>	<\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiro, having fallen asleep leaning against the wall for just a second, slowly opened her eyes again and took a quick look around the room. Looks like the room had filled up quite a bit while she was out... some of the new ones looking considerably more troublesome than others. She had seen the foreigner before, though she never talked to him - he was exactly the type of person Shiro felt like she could not take it easy around, and he talked just a bit too much for her tastes. Though her head was still resting on her palm, she tilted it just a little bit when he addressed her. "Shiro, not Ho...wai...to." Shiro muttered quietly to herself, though her voice was soft enough to be inaudible to anyone else. She watched idly and silently as the rest of them came in - she didn't know much about most of them, but all in all, everyone looked like they were probably fine enough to be around, and it was not nearly as bad as she had thought it might be - Kazuo and Takeshi were there after all who she knew were alright, and most of the others didn't seem half-bad either. A freshman she had never seen before who looked friendly enough, and the gamer girl who had joined them late looked like she wouldn't be a bother at least - judging by the way she wandered in and barely responded when talked to, she certainly seemed like a loner. True, besides the Norwegian there were others who looked like they might become a bit troublesome if she just wanted to relax - the blonde one she knew to be a delinquent as well as the dramatic chuunibyou who seemed excited enough to make up for all the rest of them - but she figured if she turned out to be annoying after all she could get away not interacting with the blonde one much at all, something that judging by what she said should suit the other one just fine, and having someone else in the club be so excited and eager was not the worst thing either - if it came to doing the least amount of work possible Shiro was very resourceful, after all, and from what she had seen, chuunibyous were usually quite nice if you humoured them... perhaps some of those newcomers could even become friends of hers over time. Her train of thought was interrupted when she realised the president was in the middle of her speech, with the white-haired girl sitting up just a little bit straighter as she listened, though she didn't bother getting up from her comfortable spot on the classroom floor, still braced against the wooden wall - once she sat down, it wasn't uncommon for her to sit for at least half an hour: Getting up again was simply too tiring. Besides, most of what she said already seemed fairly obvious to Shiro... still, the thought of being able to quit after one session if she so liked appealed quite a bit to her, as did the fact that they would work independently - she always did much better being able to work at her own pace... a nice, slow, comfortable pace. When the speech was over and the president gone, Shiro was left to her own thoughts once more, pondering about where to go first, her eyes lowered and her face showing a look of deep concentration as she bit the tip of her thumb. The hallway was right out - there was no space to sit comfortably and too many people used it even in those late afternoon hours - and staying in that classroom that made even someone as calm as her just a little nervous didn't sound like the most appealing option either. The courtyard was nice and warm at this time of the day, but people would likely want her actually searching for clues when she was there, and that was not exactly what she wanted... leaving the cafeteria and the library. Biting her thumb a little harder she thought about what she wanted to do - the library was wonderfully quiet, but the cafeteria didn't sound bad either... though when she lifted her head and heard Gael speak, she knew her choice. If the loudmouth foreigner went to get food, then... "I'm going to the library..." Shiro slowly pushed herself up from the ground, making it look more like an agonising ordeal than the simple act it was and leaning against the wall once she stood again, letting out a sigh as if just getting up had sapped her of all strength. With the usual blank stare, she slouched a little closer to the door and looked at the others, past the ones who she was already friends with, particularly at the brown-haired freshman, the one who had come in with the game console and, oddly enough, the chuunibyou as well. "One of you wanna come with me...?"</s>
<\|description\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Appearance Description: 181cm. 80kg. Words like "short" and "scrawny" wouldn't even begin to describe the Takeshi you see today, though in his childhood they seemed a lot more applicable. Now, an aura of comely maturity has definitely replaced all that. Standing at a stable 5'11, the adolescent growth spurt appears to have hit him quite hard. He's not muscular or fat, but not bone-thin either, maintaining a healthy weight, if leaning slightly towards the higher bracket, credited to his love of caramel and caramel-including-foods. His hair is a short (a little below the jawline) dark brown, near-black, and among the many tufts he has an inch-wide section deep within the mess of hair that's dyed a cobalt blue, which can be seen when he shakes his hair out. Contributing to his ever-so-slightly-punk image is a piercing on his right ear. Usually he wears black studs or little double-ended spike studs. His eyes are a bright yellow-amber colour, and can almost be described as puppy-like when he gazes upon something that captures his fancy. Otherwise, despite his features being not overly handsome but far from 'ugly', he's known by friends to be seen grinning a fair amount, as if he has the situation perpetually under control. He doesn't mind wearing the school's uniform and happily does so, dark blazer and trousers with the silver trim that give them the flair. His clothing outside of school consists of turtlenecks coupled with jackets in the winter, and a variety of flannel shirts in the summer and spring. He also switches between a delicate pair of spectacles in royal blue rims and contacts, though you're more likely to see him with the spectacles on. Some of his teeth on one side are a tiny bit chipped at the bottom from an incident that occurred when he was little, though it's barely noticeable. He also has the hints of dark circles. Age: 16, soon going on 17. Year: 2 Reason For Joining: Takeshi, having spent the majority of his life at Mayami, initially thought all the rumours and mysteries were a load of malarkey. He had practically been there forever, how could things like that just slip him? Though the giddiness got the better of him and he doggedly pursued the poster's instructions, however not before he got a certain upperclassman of his in tow. For his eagerness to see what the fuss is about, and see if the rumours really are true or not, and to find out just what's going on if they are, a particular Shiro has to suffer. He also had to find out about something that transpired at school about eight years ago for himself once and for all... Skills: Surprisingly, an adept gardener. Though he's a little embarrassed he grows so many plants at home, especially the bright, showy kind... However, this gives him a heightened knowledge of botany, and the kinds of cures and poisons that can be extracted from or dealt with using the power of plants. At highschool student level, and from whatever the books he has on the subject have taught him, anyway. Also plays baseball for the school team, with an affinity for the feel of the wooden baseball bat in his hands, though true matches appear to be few and far in between. He is also quite good at whistling, and with a little practice, manage a fine rendition of most simple song's melodies. Also, computers are his second love. Using them, anyway. He's learning how to build them from scratch and some parts, though he much prefers the part where he can log on and play video games of his choice, and it's likely he knows what you're talking about when you talk to him about 'new' games in store. More so games with a mindblowing plot than what the norm might be. Personality: Takeshi tries his hardest to be cool. Evidently, it's working for him. Though the keyword is 'tries'. Though he puts on a courageous, enthusiastic front about most anything at first glance, he's the most likely to be psyched out and panic. Concerning himself, the front is to hide a lot of deep-rooted insecurities he has, just like any other normal teenager. Concerning his friends, he's 'the grinning cheshire cat' as far as he knows, 'disappearing when danger is around'. He feels especially strongly about his cowardice, and vows to change it: Another reason why he chose to join the mystery club, but could not do it alone. He makes an effort to be charming as ever at any given point, and enjoys flirting with most pretty birds, though it's only ever lighthearted. Although he is not particularly analytical, he's got quick reflexes (thank you, baseball!) which further adds to his nickname, "The Cheshire Cat". For effect, he sometimes speaks in poetic verse that usually is very bad, but hey, if he's happy with it. He tends to be sarcastic more often than not, especially when he hasn't gotten enough sleep, though even so he's a friendly guy, and happily accepts or speaks to anyone who needs any of him, regardless of their year or status. The most likely to think up of innovative new ideas and push for them to become a reality, but also along with his knowledge on herbs, he's taken up basic first aid to be a rounded off individual on the 'treatment' front, so knows a little bit about how to treat victims in requirement of immediate care. Your essential 'healer', however for him to work, you have to have all the items present... Biography: Takeshi grew up in the city, and attended the school for about as long as he can remember now. Not much truly has happened to him in his lifetime, he always had a good relationship with his family, his mother, father, older brother and younger sister...though an event from his childhood disturbs him immensely. He had a good friend who lived next-door, Shuuya, and he can't for the life of him remember what happened, but something went on at school and his friend started to become quite "paranoid" for lack of a better word. He always told Takeshi that something was wrong, that he didn't feel okay, and he felt like he was being watched and couldn't do anything against it. Takeshi brushed it off as nothing, telling his friend that he was just imagining it. However, this particular friend's odd disappearance in the next three days struck Takeshi as weird, and even weirder when the house beside his, where the boy used to live, seemed to 'shut down'. He cannot remember the last time he's seen the parents smile, and they always seem to be in a bit of a haze. Takeshi still was young then, so he doesn't remember how or why, but whenever he brought it up, his own family remained stiff-lipped, leading Takeshi to believe something had gone horribly wrong, though still left him in the dark as to what it was. He couldn't think of anywhere else but the mystery club at school that could help him solve what had happened to his friend Shuuya, or at least he could ask whoever was in charge about the events that transpired almost eight or nine years ago now. Relationships: Good friends with his senpai Shiro, or at least he'd like to believe, but with her, you can't ever really tell...Also happens to be crushing on her. Also, Takeshi and Kazuo go back a year, when Tak's baseball club led him to meet the athletic Kazuo. They became fast friends, and now Takeshi consults his senpai for general life advice, and the pair meet up once a week often to catch up and chill out like friends do. Other: Takeshi has a pet cockatiel at home he calls "Mint" after the English name for the herb. She's quite affectionate and is happy to be perched on his shoulder while he does his gardening in his balcony, where he truly gets to grow whatever he wants, as opposed to the front yard, which happens to be his parents' domain. In his backpack to school, along with his books, he carries some aloe in a little vial from his aloe vera plant at home, since you never know when you need the miracle plant. Also, the things in his backpack usually smell like lavender thanks to a little sack of the dried stuff he keeps in there to freshen it up. He himself also is found to radiate an herbal scent due to his time spent around spices and flowers of the sort.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s>	<\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s>
<\|description\|>Gael Ericsson Appearance Description: He's 6'5 and 198 pounds. What more can I say? Age: 17 Year: 2 Reason for Joining: Gael didn't have a mystery club back in Norway, and it sounded like a fun thing to try out. So essentially, yeah, he IS curious about these Seven Mysteries. Skills: Gael's most prominent point is less a skill and more of a quality. Being a foreigner, and one that goes out of his way to regularly exercise, his physical attributes are top notch. Chances are, in his year, he is unparalleled in strength and stamina. He's probably more physically impressive than most of the third years as well. Being an international student with a knack for languages, this particular student is capable of speaking four different languages fluently: Norwegian (home country), English (international language), Japanese (international transfer program), and German (personal interest). Funnily enough, he's also frighteningly skilled at making desserts, his repertoire spanning from crepes to egg tarts, cakes to rice sake. Maybe it's because he has a sweet tooth? Or maybe it's because he wants to become a cross-country dessert vendor. Gael has started taking lessons in singing just since last year, and considers himself to be better than the average student. Not that it means much. Personality: Gael Ericsson is a free spirit, someone whose self-confidence borderlines arrogance. He's an audacious, prideful figure, caring little for what society as a whole thinks of him. If he wants to do something, he'll do it. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't do it. And while he IS smart enough to know when to back down, all the compromises that he makes are simply what he considers to be 'tactical retreats'. An impossible situation to him is merely an interesting challenge, and, above everything else, Gael absolutely adores challenges. In a way, it's almost as if he's what you'd get if you combined a stubborn idiot with a talented elitist. Thankfully, he's at least capable of showing some degree of kindness to those that he considers his friends. Biography: People often think that a colorful individual like Gael Ericsson obviously must have an equally colorful past that made him who he was. Unfortunately, he didn't. For as long as Gael could remember, he had always just felt like an invincible superhero, superior to all those around him. Born in a normal family, in a coastal town in Norway, he spent his early years scampering around in the port, cheekily stowing onto fishing boats and the like. His parents rarely indulged in his antics, and punishment in the form of slaps or chores was common. It's not like Gael disliked it though, because it served to toughen himself up. Hard work builds character, as his father always said. It was when he was older, in elementary school, that he realized that his hometown was too small for him. Applying for a lower secondary school in the big city, he began to study as hard as he pleased, drinking in new sights until he tired of them at the age of 15. By then, he was aware of international schools in the area, and, without another thought, applied. Out of whim, Gael chose Japan, and out of hard work, he managed to raise his Japanese language skills to a high enough level that he was selected to be one of the few students who would be sent to finish their education in the Land of the Rising Sun. Others congratulated his luck. Gael knew that it was all just skill. At the age of 16, he found himself a nice little suite to live in, and began his school life in Miyama Academy as one of the more…interesting individuals at school. Gael did love the attention though. Relationships: N/A Other: He likes looking down at people. Physically and mentally.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s>	<\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s>
<\|description\|>Sanada, Kazuo Appearance Description: He stands at 1.82 meters and weighs about 81 kilograms. When not in his school uniform, he dresses in an urban-casual attire that consists of white sneakers, dark jeans, and various jackets, bandannas, and headbands. Age: 18 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: Every year, just for fun, Kazuo dedicates his time to a new club. This year he has resolved to join the Mystery Solving Club, for he had never heard of such a thing before. He had heard of Miyama's Seven Mysteries, but never took the rumors seriously enough. But with the proclamation from the principal, as well with him graduation soon, why not confirm about these so-called 'mysteries' before leaving? Who knows, maybe he will get a wish granted. Skills: He's a well-rounded individual, being moderately athletic as well as having critical thinking skills that are quite distinct. as he has a collective and quick mind, he's able to adapt well to his surroundings. Being charismatic is his signature skill - he is good at reasoning and persuading, as well as being able to disperse tension and anxiety among his peers. Personality: Cynical, indifferent, and calm are three words that best reflects his glassy personality. He is not the one to overexert himself in any situation, and he approaches his problems with a very methodical cool. With his refined mind and clear temperament, it is hard for him to get irritated or flustered, but at the same time, hard for him to get passionate and motivated as well. He is very neutral in character, a great trait that makes him a great friend. He is caring and understanding, as well as strict and forthright. Biography: Kazuo is senior at Mayami High School with above-average grades and came from an upper-middle class family. Nothing special can be said about him, for he's just a regular student attending his regular courses. He is well-known at school, however, as a likable senpai who's not quick to judge and is easy to talk to. Regardless of seniority, he interacts with all of his schoolmates in his same, casual manner. Relationships: [This will be added later on when all the characters have been accepted and will be updated as the story goes on] Other: He loves sweets, and can be seen eating candy of pastries most of the time.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s>	<\|message\|>Sanada, Kazuo Kazuo Sanada yawned as he strolled down the hallway, seemingly abandoned this late in the day as students had already gone home, or have met up elsewhere for their own after school activities. He himself had just finished up his studies and homework at the library in preparation for tomorrow's classes, as he wanted enough free time tonight to laze around and relax after the club activities. After staying up late the previous night due to catching an interesting drama on tv, he was quite exhausted as the day was wrapping up. It'd be nice to get some early shut-eye tonight. A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he rounded the corner, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember the exact location of where the club will be meeting. After spending two years at Mayami Academy, he still has a hard time remembering exactly where everything is. After all, it is a fairly big campus - big enough, in fact, to even incorporate things that are said to be 'other-wordly': The Seven Mysteries of Mayami Academy. And it is these 'Seven Mysteries' that the peculiar 'Mystery Club' will be revolving around, and is the club that Kazuo will be attending this afternoon. One might wonder why a young man like Kazuo would be interested in such things that pertains to the occult and the supernatural, but the answer is quite simple: a believer or not, this was the club that interested Kazuo the most. Why not learn a thing or seven about your very own school before graduating and leaving it behind for good, especially if they do solve it, a wish would be granted by the Headmaster himself? It was also a bonus that he recognized some of the members as classmates and friends. And so he approached the classroom door with an open mind, giving a small, polite knock before softly swinging it open. Despite the familiar faces that stood out to Kazuo, his senses picked up something more alien. It was a very subtle feeling, but still, he shivered a bit. Perhaps it was they way the afternoon sunlight provided the classroom with such an odd and surreal ambiance ; everything within the room looked so...dreamy...but kind of unsettling. Still, the sensation didn't really bother him so he focused on more important matters. Reaching a hand to fix his black headband that kept his long hair in a more presentable and charmingly stylish manner, he gave a small but warming smile to the occupants of the room. "Wow, and I thought I was gonna be very early. But it's nice to see all of you here." He walked up to the small group, a hand casually clutching the straps of his pack loosely. "Shiro, Hiiragi, how were both of your days? That math exam was quite difficult huh?" Turning to Gael, he quietly and quickly looked the taller man up and down before flashing his signature, crooked grin. Kazuo had to look up with his sharp, hazel eyes just to make eye contact with the foreigner. "And you're Gael, right? Geeze, you're a year under me and yet you're so damn big. That's an international student for you." The boy chuckled before turning to Takeshi, whom he gave a small pat on the shoulder. "Why can't you be that tall, Takeshi? I'm sure Shiro would admire you then." He said that last part with a hand blocking his mouth from the other students in teasement. Though Takeshi is slightly taller than his senpai, that doesn't stop Kazuo from making fun of his kohai. After the small greets to his peers, Kazuo took one more look around the room. He gave a small whistle of approval. "Yeah, this place definitely fits the whole 'Mystery Club' thing. The atmosphere is...pretty peculiar, isn't it?" He nodded to himself, as if answering his own question. Now it's just time to wait for the rest of the members, he figured.</s>
<\|description\|>Tai Kagura Appearance Description: Kagura is a short girl with strawberry blonde hair with large red hair bobbles and cerulean blue eyes. Her hair colour is blonde it is long in length, making it past her shoulders. Height - 167cm Weight - 61Kg Bust Size - F Age: 17 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: "It's not like I joined because I wanted to. The councillor made me do it. Out of all the other dumb clubs, yours' seemed the most entertaining. I can't wait to bust some myths like that weird american TV show. What?! N-n-no! I don't watch it! What gave you that idea?!" Skills: Being who she is, Kagura is head strong and brave. She never gives up on an idea or goal once she has her mind on it, doing whatever she can to complete her goal. Kagura hates seeing her friends and fellow club members frown and make sad faces, she tries her best to keep the mood happy or energetic, to keep everybody's moral and hopes up. When Kagura ditches school, she normally visits the gym as to keep up her physical health due to her aspirations of becoming a world champion boxer, she has very high Stamina and Strength, but also can't handle pain very well and is prone to getting hurt easily. Personality: Kagura is energetic and often gets into trouble, but she welcomes danger with open arms. She often gets into mischief with her friends in the popular crowd of the high school, normally she wouldn't be caught dead hanging around school doing activities, she thinks school is a waste of time and money and could be used for better things. Despite this, Kagura is by no means a ditzy moron, she is actually quite bright, but has many moments of stupidity which can be seen as cutesy or adorable behavior. Normally the cheerful or go getter of the group, she can become easily enraged or frustrated over trivial things, but tries to keep calm in serious situations. She can be stubborn and rude, but it's just a part of her Tsudere nature. She loves to play around a lot and is a bit on the rough side. Biography: Kagura stems from a very cultured and prideful family, to which she despises beyond all belief. She prefers to mess around and have fun, doing what she wants and not what others tell her to do or how to behave. Despite the constant flow of culture being forced upon her, she normally breaks away from her Asian heritage and watches programs or movies from America or divulge in more Western society due to her keen interest in it and her dislike of her own upbringing. Kagura dreams of one day being a world champion boxer, although she would happily settle for national champ, she holds this dream close to her heart and takes most if not all of her opportunities away from school, at the gym, or enjoying a stress relief with her friends. Her parents disapprove of her behavior, views on school and dislike of her heritage, they constantly remind her of how she should act and what she should be doing. To which she ignores them and does what she feels is best for her. Though her parents have never stopped their daughter, they try and push her into the right direction indirectly, by contacting the school, Miyama Acadamy, to keep watchful eyes on her and to make sure she stays out of trouble. Relationships: [This will be added later on when all the characters have been accepted and will be updated as the story goes on] Other: When Kagura is in a good mood, her hair will be up with her favorite cherry hair ties. When she is depressed she will let her hair be untied.</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s> <\|message\|>Sanada, Kazuo Kazuo Sanada yawned as he strolled down the hallway, seemingly abandoned this late in the day as students had already gone home, or have met up elsewhere for their own after school activities. He himself had just finished up his studies and homework at the library in preparation for tomorrow's classes, as he wanted enough free time tonight to laze around and relax after the club activities. After staying up late the previous night due to catching an interesting drama on tv, he was quite exhausted as the day was wrapping up. It'd be nice to get some early shut-eye tonight. A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he rounded the corner, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember the exact location of where the club will be meeting. After spending two years at Mayami Academy, he still has a hard time remembering exactly where everything is. After all, it is a fairly big campus - big enough, in fact, to even incorporate things that are said to be 'other-wordly': The Seven Mysteries of Mayami Academy. And it is these 'Seven Mysteries' that the peculiar 'Mystery Club' will be revolving around, and is the club that Kazuo will be attending this afternoon. One might wonder why a young man like Kazuo would be interested in such things that pertains to the occult and the supernatural, but the answer is quite simple: a believer or not, this was the club that interested Kazuo the most. Why not learn a thing or seven about your very own school before graduating and leaving it behind for good, especially if they do solve it, a wish would be granted by the Headmaster himself? It was also a bonus that he recognized some of the members as classmates and friends. And so he approached the classroom door with an open mind, giving a small, polite knock before softly swinging it open. Despite the familiar faces that stood out to Kazuo, his senses picked up something more alien. It was a very subtle feeling, but still, he shivered a bit. Perhaps it was they way the afternoon sunlight provided the classroom with such an odd and surreal ambiance ; everything within the room looked so...dreamy...but kind of unsettling. Still, the sensation didn't really bother him so he focused on more important matters. Reaching a hand to fix his black headband that kept his long hair in a more presentable and charmingly stylish manner, he gave a small but warming smile to the occupants of the room. "Wow, and I thought I was gonna be very early. But it's nice to see all of you here." He walked up to the small group, a hand casually clutching the straps of his pack loosely. "Shiro, Hiiragi, how were both of your days? That math exam was quite difficult huh?" Turning to Gael, he quietly and quickly looked the taller man up and down before flashing his signature, crooked grin. Kazuo had to look up with his sharp, hazel eyes just to make eye contact with the foreigner. "And you're Gael, right? Geeze, you're a year under me and yet you're so damn big. That's an international student for you." The boy chuckled before turning to Takeshi, whom he gave a small pat on the shoulder. "Why can't you be that tall, Takeshi? I'm sure Shiro would admire you then." He said that last part with a hand blocking his mouth from the other students in teasement. Though Takeshi is slightly taller than his senpai, that doesn't stop Kazuo from making fun of his kohai. After the small greets to his peers, Kazuo took one more look around the room. He gave a small whistle of approval. "Yeah, this place definitely fits the whole 'Mystery Club' thing. The atmosphere is...pretty peculiar, isn't it?" He nodded to himself, as if answering his own question. Now it's just time to wait for the rest of the members, he figured.</s>	<\|message\|>Tai Kagura The councilors room was sort of small, it wasn't so much as a 'room' but a shoe closet. Crammed with furniture and small radiator heater. Kagura sat on a really worn out chair and listened to the councilor moan and whine about her activity in the school. "Tai-San, you should be more aware of your actions you know. Universities these days don't accept just anybody, and you had better pick up your act in-terms of misbehavior, its almost repulsive how you treat your teachers and other classmates." Kagura had heard it all before, it was nothing new. He would rant on about how she's needs to stop trying to be 'popular' and focus more on her future. It had been the third time this week she heard this speech of his. "Now, Tai-san, I must inform you that if your behavior does not improve, we will be terminating your education here at the academy." Kagura shrugged her shoulders, she didn't care. In fact, she was happy to be kicked out, that way she wouldn't be tied down and could actually do what she wanted to do in life. But the councilor suddenly had an idea, a stupid one at that. He picked up a flier from his desk, it was one about a new 'Mystery' Club that had reopened up, it was under new management. With a crooked smile the councilor got up and dragged Kagura over to the Club Meeting room. Along the way he explained to her, that if she participated in a club, not only would her attitude towards school improve, but they wouldn't need to expel her from the academy. Not that Kagura honestly cared. Once the duo arrived, he shoved Kagura in the door and waved to the students in the room before going off to do something unimportant elsewhere. Kagura looked at the other kids. She didn't know any of them personally, only that like, two of them were in class, or at least the same year as her. She wasn't entirely sure, she just knew she had seen them around. With a reluctant groan, Kagura tilted her head up. "I'm here to join this club, not because I wanna, its just cause that dumb councilor made me. I probably won't even show up that often, so don't count on it." Kagura could feel a strange aura, it made her feel anxious , but she stuck it out, trying not to show any weakness.</s>
<\|description\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Moving my characters to a different post. --- Alias: Elemental Gender: Female Age: 23 (Earth years) Parents: Ransetura and Arnensa Kuinu (both deceased). However she has been adopted by Peter Parker. Powers: Estella can control the elements of nature. Due to her race communicating strictly through the mind she possesses a natural aptitude for telepathy. In turn her people's evolution has granted her a great deal of resistance to mental intrusion. Bio: Esuterura (her name is derived from her home planet) was the princess of a planet named Suteruraru. It was a very lush planet and its people were very close to nature. As far as their history goes the people have possessed telepathy, very early on making speaking unnecessary and forgotten. Over time they evolved the ability to manipulate the elements around them. Typically an individual could only manipulate one and it was a marvel to be able to control two. But over many very careful selection of marriages, a select few families managed to gain all five. These families, through fear or respect became the ruling class, seen as royalty. Though tension existed between them, there remained an uneasy peace for many years. Technology advanced while small conflicts tested the limits of diplomacy. The Kuinu line rose to be the strongest ruling power. Eventually the lines of communication were shattered by the sounds of war. At first it didn't look like much would come of the smaller families pushing back. When alliances began to firm the threat became a real. The Kuinu family were loosing ground at an ever accelerating rate. Things were not yet beyond the point of no return. However, not wanting to put his daughter in danger the king ordered the remainder of the Kuinu family to be evacuated. Most of their resources committed to the war a small fleet of cruisers took to the stars with the enemy in pursuit. The fleet attacked and destroyed, only a few stasis pods escaped with the sole instruction to land on the first habitable planet it detected. Upon arriving on Earth, Estella (as she had become known) found herself surrounded by a strange people that were not accustomed, or adept, at communicating telepathically. Moreover those she was with were not ordinary in their own right. Out of place but not without encouragement she began to learn about the world and the strange concept of speech. Over time she began to fit in and make friends. But her toughest trial would not come from her new home. Hidden away on the ship she arrived in was one of the very weapons that helped destroy her world. Transformed into a soldier for a long extinct war Estella fought against her new destructive instincts. Seeing that she was losing control she set off in her repaired ship to find a cure for her condition. Attaining that goal did not come without consequences. Losing her memories the only clues she had left to follow were Ben Parker's memories. They had been implanted in her mind during her transformation. As one might expect this caused her more than a little confusion. Lost and alone the Parkers became her de facto family for a while. But two years later she was surprised by Peter with adoption papers and officially became part of the Parker family. Resigning to stay at the only place she'd ever really lived on Earth, Estella was only a couple years away from graduation when things started going wrong. While the academy was founded for the next generation of supers it apparently wasn't the only one that thought of it. Without the tried and true heroes out in the world new villains began to surface that were not bound by the treaty. Earlier than expected the time had come for their training to be put to the test. Mentally Estella was prepared by both the academy and the weapon she'd been exposed to. Emotionally she was uncertain and afraid of the public reception. But there was no way around it and she had her father and brothers to help her out. She would protect her new home to the best of her ability. Having a good mode of transportation meant that as a team they could get around fairly quickly. Though coming up with parts to repair the things was easier said than done at times. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Adrian Kravinoff After being seen to have his hands properly cleaned and bandaged, Adrian exited the medical tent still looking a little shaken and exhausted, but ultimately much better now that he'd had a chance to have his wounds looked at and clear his head. During his search for survivors Adrian had never stopped trying to find any piece of evidence that could help him find the one responsible for the school's destruction. It defied explanation, as the (self proclaimed) world's second greatest hunter, Adrian had been taught from the moment he was capable of learning that everything left some sort of trail behind when it moved. It could be anything; a scent, a track, even something as easily missed as a bent branch or a crushed leaf. Sure in the city it was a bit harder to find a trail, but even then the pattern still remained the same. But there was no evidence to be found here, nothing that could possibly used to track. The only thing Adrian knew of that left absolutely no traces was when someone or something went full on scorched earth, but even that couldn't have been the case as it would have wiped out everything. Adrain gripped his head as if trying to force his brain into overdrive, "There's got to be something I missed. Has to be. Has to be." he muttered tiredly.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Crane Nicholas had helped the daughter of Daredevil putting his mask back on to hide his face form everyone,He slowly picked up the girl helping her on her feet and into the medical tent.Once he got inside she thanked him and looked around for a moment to think if he should help but shook his head saying goodbye to Mordock's daughter heading out of the tent.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe turned to Kagerou, pitifully grateful for the offer. but she shook her head. "I just don't want to check alone" She said softly, "I was going to call. To ask if he'd take one day off, to hang out with Daniel. Why didn't I?" She swallowed, and turned back to the rubble. There was nothing more to say. They both knew he would have hated to be away, when something like this happened. It was just her own guilt. She began to move it with her vines, knowing full well that Kagerou could move it more easily. Connor COnnor looked around, a long, lingering gaze at the destruction. "Flood, we have seen something like this both, haven't we? On a smaller scale. In power development, with Sue. Whose to say that there isn't someone with Sue's abilities out there? After all there's plenty of empaths, telepaths, out there. Why not more sound users? Of course, this is massive scale. Just one of many theories about what could have happened Here. Excuse me, I should go stop Adrian before he kills himself searching" He said, his eyes having landed on his team mate. "Adrian!"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @knight125 Makoto let Estella guide her into the tent where a mature man worked expertly, she didn't recognize him but he also wasn't in a paramedic's uniform. Paramedics were around, working with what they had and transporting who they could fit to what Makoto assumed was the closest hospital. Makoto resolved to the option that the strange man was gifted and was either extremely educated or could heal others. A flicker of envy burned inside her, all she ever wanted was to help like that but her gift was one of destruction. Well, she really shouldn't think like that. Storm had taught her that if she put enough effort and thought into it, she could use her powers for anything. As it stood she already knew how to act as an AED and jump start someone's heart. On that note she looked around, spotting a paramedic doing chest compressions while another was headed towards him with a stretcher. "Wait!" Makoto called, catching the attention of some bystanders. "Let me help." she rushed over, caught up in the moment and forgetting to thank Estella. The paramedic looked confused and frustrated with her. "No, really, I use electricity. I know how to shock his SA node." By now the other paramedic had reached them. With the consent of the one doing compression, the other helped prep the student as best she could. Makoto confirmed with the medics the approximate age and thus voltage to be used. She placed her hands quickly on the top right of the dead boy's chest and one to his right side just below the arm pit. "Alright..." she said, raising her hands slightly off the boy. "... clear?" the paramedics nodded and Makoto pressed her hands onto the boy's bare skin. He jolted, his muscles flexing involuntarily. Makoto raised her hands, a paramedic checking for a pulse, she shook her dead no. "... clear?" the boy flexed again and the woman checked for a pulse. This time she nodded, a slight smile breaking across her tired face. Makoto beamed at the success, her first human one, and moved out of the way of the paramedics.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood nodded at Connor and looked over at Makoto. He saw her revive a student and smiled. Always the helpful one. He grimaced when he realized someone was going to have to tell her about Storm. He walked over towards Makoto and stopped. "Makoto. I need to tell you something." He had a slightly mournful look on his face as he took off his cowboy hat. "It's Storm. She's... I'm sorry." He looked at Estella and mentally pleaded for her to explain. He was always terrible at this type of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin Katherin wrapped her arms around Phoebe. Had Phoebe located her father? Or was Bruce still missing? She wanted to ask but she needed to comfort her friend first. She couldn't imagine what she would do without her father and she had had him her whole life. Phoebe had only had Bruce a few years. It wasn't fair for to lose him so soon. Especially like this. We'll find them Phoebe. We'll make sure that they pay for what they did.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @floodtalon Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery. Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father. "What do you mean..?" Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? "Flood?" she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.</s>	<\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route. "Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary Kalinda It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad. She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought. She watched them, wary.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Don Michaelsen Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.</s> <\|message\|>Eldkatla Lokidóttir An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course. Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause. BREAKING NEWS: ACADEMY OF HEROES AND VILLAINS ATTACKED, ATTACKERS UNKNO... Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove. It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan Allen He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked. He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close. "What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do." He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever. --- Jack Parker Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit. "You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect. She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful" She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster. Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside. She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go" She knew they would be there in no time flat</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Kagerou While still going she noticed that Phoebe had made her way back. Surely she was looking for her father. Knowing better than to leave Phoebe alone in her search she followed the young woman to Bruce's once office. Stepping next to her she put a hand on her shoulder. "Would you like me to check first?" Estella With her head spinning Estella heard something. A voice of someone familiar. It took a moment for it to sink in and when she connected the dots she stood up suddenly. Makoto had returned. Sudden movement was a bad idea though and she stumbled nearly falling over. Thankfully she was caught and given time to get her barings. "Mokoto!" Trying again she her way through people to the other girl. The only oddity was that Estella had used her real name. Most of the time she had come to call her Gale out of habit.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto smiled limply at Estella, an old friend. They had been close at the academy but after they graduated, the two had lost contact with the other. She had many positive memories about the elemental telepath. "Hello Estella." She said, warmth filling her tone. "Is there a medical tent or has anyone just recently died? Please, tell everyone I can help if that's the case." her tone steeling to a more professional key. Makoto lifted the flap of her bag, exposing some basic first aid supplies and a few textbooks with elaborate titles on the spine, as if to explain what she could do. She didn't completely realize that Estella may not have known that she was in health science and knew her way around basic health care.</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella Mokoto assumed right. Since their parting ways she had not kept up well with many of the graduates. And ordinarily she wouldn't have known about the profession she had chosen to pursue. Storm did know however and at the very moment Estella was being heavily influenced by their encounter that night. Smiling proudly she stepped closer and wrapped Mokoto up in a hug. "Yes I know. I'm so proud of you Makoto. The medical tent is this way." Taking her hand she lead her former classmate to where the injured were.</s> <\|message\|>Adrian Kravinoff After being seen to have his hands properly cleaned and bandaged, Adrian exited the medical tent still looking a little shaken and exhausted, but ultimately much better now that he'd had a chance to have his wounds looked at and clear his head. During his search for survivors Adrian had never stopped trying to find any piece of evidence that could help him find the one responsible for the school's destruction. It defied explanation, as the (self proclaimed) world's second greatest hunter, Adrian had been taught from the moment he was capable of learning that everything left some sort of trail behind when it moved. It could be anything; a scent, a track, even something as easily missed as a bent branch or a crushed leaf. Sure in the city it was a bit harder to find a trail, but even then the pattern still remained the same. But there was no evidence to be found here, nothing that could possibly used to track. The only thing Adrian knew of that left absolutely no traces was when someone or something went full on scorched earth, but even that couldn't have been the case as it would have wiped out everything. Adrain gripped his head as if trying to force his brain into overdrive, "There's got to be something I missed. Has to be. Has to be." he muttered tiredly.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Crane Nicholas had helped the daughter of Daredevil putting his mask back on to hide his face form everyone,He slowly picked up the girl helping her on her feet and into the medical tent.Once he got inside she thanked him and looked around for a moment to think if he should help but shook his head saying goodbye to Mordock's daughter heading out of the tent.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe turned to Kagerou, pitifully grateful for the offer. but she shook her head. "I just don't want to check alone" She said softly, "I was going to call. To ask if he'd take one day off, to hang out with Daniel. Why didn't I?" She swallowed, and turned back to the rubble. There was nothing more to say. They both knew he would have hated to be away, when something like this happened. It was just her own guilt. She began to move it with her vines, knowing full well that Kagerou could move it more easily. Connor COnnor looked around, a long, lingering gaze at the destruction. "Flood, we have seen something like this both, haven't we? On a smaller scale. In power development, with Sue. Whose to say that there isn't someone with Sue's abilities out there? After all there's plenty of empaths, telepaths, out there. Why not more sound users? Of course, this is massive scale. Just one of many theories about what could have happened Here. Excuse me, I should go stop Adrian before he kills himself searching" He said, his eyes having landed on his team mate. "Adrian!"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @knight125 Makoto let Estella guide her into the tent where a mature man worked expertly, she didn't recognize him but he also wasn't in a paramedic's uniform. Paramedics were around, working with what they had and transporting who they could fit to what Makoto assumed was the closest hospital. Makoto resolved to the option that the strange man was gifted and was either extremely educated or could heal others. A flicker of envy burned inside her, all she ever wanted was to help like that but her gift was one of destruction. Well, she really shouldn't think like that. Storm had taught her that if she put enough effort and thought into it, she could use her powers for anything. As it stood she already knew how to act as an AED and jump start someone's heart. On that note she looked around, spotting a paramedic doing chest compressions while another was headed towards him with a stretcher. "Wait!" Makoto called, catching the attention of some bystanders. "Let me help." she rushed over, caught up in the moment and forgetting to thank Estella. The paramedic looked confused and frustrated with her. "No, really, I use electricity. I know how to shock his SA node." By now the other paramedic had reached them. With the consent of the one doing compression, the other helped prep the student as best she could. Makoto confirmed with the medics the approximate age and thus voltage to be used. She placed her hands quickly on the top right of the dead boy's chest and one to his right side just below the arm pit. "Alright..." she said, raising her hands slightly off the boy. "... clear?" the paramedics nodded and Makoto pressed her hands onto the boy's bare skin. He jolted, his muscles flexing involuntarily. Makoto raised her hands, a paramedic checking for a pulse, she shook her dead no. "... clear?" the boy flexed again and the woman checked for a pulse. This time she nodded, a slight smile breaking across her tired face. Makoto beamed at the success, her first human one, and moved out of the way of the paramedics.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) JuneAlways with the killing. Was this a guy thing or was she just dealing with psychopaths? "Our jobs come primarily through SHIELD or Cadmus. It depends on what they need. Most of the time we do what the job calls for no matter what. However I've come to learn that killing puts you on people's bad side. So I would like to keep it off the table unless needed." Taking the paper back she looked around the small space. "You will make some pay. But a bulk of it will be going to your sentence." --- Lady LoboWanting to keep this little encounter quiet the agents quickly moved Lady to the underground space that survived the attack. Taking all the equipment on the alien away they locked the woman's arms together with devices designed to hold some of the more powerful beings they'd encountered. Her legs were similarly shackled. They placed a collar around her neck and explained that it contained a sleeping gas to pacify her again should she attempt to break free. And finally Lady and a simple chair were placed in a containment field. Coming to to find herself captured she cursed under her breath. Still under the effects of the gas though she was a lot more calm, at least for the moment. "Where am I?" EstellaHaving had the chance to nurse her head it was wrapped to stop any more bleeding. Moving underground with the prisoner she watched her carefully. Whoever this was knew things about her that few would recognize right off the bat. Finally waking she stepped closer and glared at her. "In a lot of trouble. What the hell are you doing here? Who are you? Why did attack me? Were you the one that destroyed the academy?" Her questions just started coming out. Maybe she should slow down but it was a little late now. Taking a deep breath she backed off. Lady LoboThe questions came one after another and her disoriented brain took a while to process them. "I'm here because... because there are many rare species on this planet. I want to revive their population. I think." Bits and pieces of what she used to do were still fairly prominent parts of her motivation. The execution was the problem. "You can call me Lady Lobo. My real name is hard for humanoids to pronounce." She continued. The last two questions were were more serious and she woke up a little bit more. "Attack you? I wasn't trying to attack you. Ugh, but I guess I did." Leaning her head back she tried to keep herself stable. It wasn't often she had a chance to think clearly. Her eyes darted around and examined the room. It looked like a large hangar or maybe a bunker. Losing the fight she grinned a bit and faced Estella again. "I didn't attack the academy. That would harm the specimens that you so rudely kept me from. With enough genetic material I can bring back near extinct races like yours. I'm living proof of the process." While talking she attempted to break free of her bonds but didn't have the strength yet to really do the job. Frustrated she stood up and moved around what little she could and more closely studied the containment she was in.</s> <\|message\|>Reinhardt Darkholme Reinhardt looked over at June his face showing a bit of interest in what June was giving him,"Mhm sounds like a good deal...and i guess if i say no then i will stay here for a long long time" Reinhardt said now moving his finger form his beautiful blonde hair to his teeth picking some food out of his mouth."So i think i will say yes...so now that i agreed to the job how long will it take me to get out of here?" He said to June his eyes slowly moving so he was looking at Nicholas.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor flinched as his phone rang, and with a heavy sigh, he answered it, wondering what had happened now. He recognised the signs of weariness, and frustration, and yet, he knew that if he tried to sleep or relax, it just wouldn't happen. He composed himself before saying "what is it flood? Have you found something?" He hoped that tnat was so, even as he just resigned himself to simple news.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "I didn't really find anything per say." Flood looked at Lady Lobo and then shook his head. "Some sort of alien scientist named Lady Lobo attempted to take several DNA samples of deceased students. She said it was to revive dead species. She attacked SHIELD agents and I had to fend her off until Estella and Kalinda showed up." He sighed heavily. "I wanted to update you on this, because she seemed to be, in my own opinion, a possible recruit. She is very durable, enough so to deflect bullets with her bare skin, likely a hand to hand specialist, and no real cause. With persuasion she could be a valuable asset for the team." Flood listed the pros of recruiting her before snapping his fingers in remembrance of a fact. "There is one small problem though. Remember how I was in high school? Yeah she's a lot like that."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Revive dead species? That seemed like something against nature, and while Connor had seen a lot, reviving the dead was something he didn't particularly like. Taken samples from the dead, from those they had yet to retrieve. It just seemed completely morbid, and Connor closed his eyes, weariness once more rising. As Flood continjed talking, he thought, trying to access things. "So, a dooch?" He said, shaking his head, "I know nothing about this Lady Lobo. While all that information is good, I think extra secruity procedures are essential at the moment before taking any strangers on. Give me a description and a name other the Lady Lobo and im sure I can find something"</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Lady LoboOverhearing Flood talk about her she whirled around, nearing falling in the process. "I was not trying to get anything from the students. They aren't nearly unique enough to warrant my expertise. I wanted the Kryptonian and Martian samples mostly. Humans are so... so boring." She glanced at Estella again. "Though she also fits the criteria. A rare alien species just waiting to make a comeback." Her attention wandering she seemed to be daydreaming. EstellaThis was the second time that the crazy woman mentioned her being rare in some fashion. What exactly did she mean but that? Stepping closer she crossed her arms. "What do you mean rare? My people aren't from anywhere near here. How would you know anything about them?" Somehow she couldn't believe that Lady knew about her homeworld. Lady LoboShaking her head she rolled her eyes. "How out of touch can you be. They were practically wiped out after their fifth Interplanetary War." Glancing at Estella the shock on her face conveyed that she didn't know about the battle. It couldn't have been that long ago in her species history. How could she not know about it? "[color=lightlbue]Wait, you seriously didn't know? Have you been living under an asteroid? That was like a hundred years ago.[/color]" That drew an even bigger response and Estella's stomach dropped. EstellaTwo wars? She missed two interplanetary wars during her flight here? Covering her mouth she turned and stepped away to compose herself. She hadn't heard anything about her world since arriving on Earth. This was an extra shock to an already bad situation. The only difference was that there was absolutely nothing she could do for her people. --- June"You'll be out in an hour. Sit tight while I get the arrangements set for you." Motioning that they were done the officers came back in to escort Reinhardt back out. "See you soon." Once they were clear and back at the front office she handed the warden the docs to get their teammate. Looking at Nicholas she smiled slightly. "Alright, so we'll have our third shortly."</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood took a quick picture of her and sent it to Connor. "I just sent you a picture of her. She just said that she doesn't care about the humans, just the Kryptonians and the Martians. And Estella's species. Also she just made Estella cry. You know what, I'm just going to put you on speaker." Flood pressed the speaker button and turned towards Lady Lobo. " Hey I just put my boss on speaker. If you have anything to say to him, now would be the time." He told her while waiting for a response.@t2wave</s> <\|message\|>Reinhardt Darkholme Nicholas really didn't want Reinhardt on his team but it wasn't his decision it was the bosses,"SO is their a fourth member to our team?" He asked June secretly hoping their would be no one like Reinhardt.Meanwhile Reinhardt was being process frightening a guard before coming to the front office wearing a purple suit with matching slacks and a Bugs Bunny tie in the color of blue,He was had on light brown expensive Italian shoes with black socks form a clothing store form Sweden.</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe seriously, when did he start calling me Boss? How did I not notice that? connor thought to himself, before focusing his thoughts once more. He sat down, and put his own phone on speaker. In seconds, he had hacked Into Flood's phone and put it onto video, so he could at least see something. Kryptonian. Clark, then. In anycase, his opinion still stood on that matter. "You chose a bad day to try and collect samples, Lobo. There is this little thing could polite request. Rather then desecrating the dead, and also potentially ticking off a lot of people who are already royally ticked off, you should have requested a meeting. Stark industries still has interests and holdings in the academy, as does Luther, and now, I guess, Wayne's goes to his daughter. Explain why you chose to do this, and why you have just added more complications ontop of a whole pile of complications" Connor said, keeping weariness out of his tone, he spoke in a level voice, and he could have been in any number of meetings.</s>
<\|description\|>'Daeara Roth', goes by Crow. Gender: Male Age: Unknown. Appears, physically, to be in his early twenties. Parents: His mother is Raven, or Rachel Roth. His father is, at this point, unknown. Powers: Daeara retained his mother's species as a half-demon half-human hybrid, and thusly, possesses immense power - especially due to being Trigon's only grandson. This gifts him the natural powers of his mother, Raven, albeit stronger due to the generational skip. He has the ability to form his soul-self, an astral projection of his soul, in the form of either a ghostly, pale gray shade of his human body, or in the form of a giant, majestic black crow. He has the ability to control destructive shadow and darkness, and their energy, along with general energy manipulation, psionic abilities, teleportation, and other things such as flight, emotion manipulation, and sorcery; the ability to control different sorts of mythical magic. As well, mostly from his father's and grandpa's side, Daeara has an enhanced form; his physical abilities being far greater than that of a regular human's. Due to his immense power, said to have the ability to be even more catastrohpic than his mother's own, Daeara must always stay in control of his emotions - as having large outburts of anger or sadness can make his powers go haywire.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route. "Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary Kalinda It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad. She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought. She watched them, wary.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Don Michaelsen Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.</s> <\|message\|>Eldkatla Lokidóttir An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course. Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause. BREAKING NEWS: ACADEMY OF HEROES AND VILLAINS ATTACKED, ATTACKERS UNKNO... Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove. It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan Allen He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked. He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close. "What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do." He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever. --- Jack Parker Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit. "You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect. She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful" She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster. Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside. She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go" She knew they would be there in no time flat</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan grinned back at her. "I still thinks he is more amazed by your powers. He loves plants. I wonder what a fast moving plant user will be like." He asked trying to get her to laugh. "He is gonna be a handful when he is older. I can only hope that he is more like you than me. Things could get ugly if he is like me. Way too headstrong." He said laughing again. He smiled as he picked her up and nodded. "I was hoping he would be a plant user. When he gets older he is gonna eat a heck of a lot. Remember how I was a few years ago?" He asked holding her behind him. "Remember the first time I did this? The pizza place. The first day... It does not feel like six years ago." He said as he ran out the door towards the school. Again he was not being as fast as before. He did not want to hurt Phoebe.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Estella A race? The three of them had been thinking the same thing. Humor must be a defense mechanism in the family. A nuance picked up from her brother's memories and the past five years. They would get there either way. "Alright, you're on. See you at the academy." After saying it she paused slightly before running off to her ship. The ship itself was always hidden out of sight. At least when not in use. Becoming somewhat of a mechanic she was the only one that really understood how it functioned. The headset allowed her the option to control it remotely for quite some distance. If the pilot was inside she could set it so others could fly it as well, affording it was plugged in. Training the boys on how to use it was tough. The thing was not designed for the human brain so the neurons were not in the same place. --- Five minutes prior to the attack A normal day at the Academy. Students were out and about. Since sticking around Mimic and Kagerou would take turns teaching Power Development each month. This was her month so she had this last week. Having changed things up a bit she was having the students play a game of king of the hill. Not even five minutes in a deafening rumble came from above. Dust and small pieces of the ceiling above came down. Something big had hit the Academy and before the instructor could really move to go see what had happened a second crash landed and the room began to break up. No time to see what it was. Hands out and closing them back together everyone, including herself, in the training room was pushed to the center by telekinesis. IT probably was not the most pleasant experience suddenly being shoved but it saved their lives. As the rest of the building came down on them Kagerou erected a barrier around them. For what must have seemed like forever to thee students rubble fell down around them, visible through the transparent TK shield. In short order they were effectively buried alive. They only had so much air, so Kagerou tried to keep them all calm. She wasn't going to tell the students this, but she could sense lives being extinguished. "It's alright, we're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Another rumble rattles the earth and everything shifted around them. While she could hold it together there was nowhere to go until it ended. Present Things had been quiet. They were too far underground to hear anything on the surface. But there didn't seem to be anyone out there that was attacking. The first order of business was getting some fresh air into the bubble they were in. Pointing up she shot a thin line of TK force through the debris above. A nearly imperceptible puff of air came out on the surface. A second one insured that they could continue breathing.</s>	<\|message\|>'Daeara Roth', goes by Crow. Crow felt an energy signature, and slowly, he looked over towards the side. There, standing at a distance, a floating female stared at him, dressed much in the same manner as he; She wore a black cloak and all...and there was something extremely familiar about her. He didn't know why, since he couldn't see her face...but there was still a connection. Deciding that it wasn't important, Crow turned away from her, floating down until his feet were only a few feet above the ground. There, he floated around the wreckage, head turning periodically as he looked at the wreckage.</s>
<\|description\|>Kagerou Rotusu Alias: Vitality Gender: Female Age: 5343 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as an instructor at the school. And for the last five years she had been teaching at the Academy when it was attacked. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood nodded at Connor and looked over at Makoto. He saw her revive a student and smiled. Always the helpful one. He grimaced when he realized someone was going to have to tell her about Storm. He walked over towards Makoto and stopped. "Makoto. I need to tell you something." He had a slightly mournful look on his face as he took off his cowboy hat. "It's Storm. She's... I'm sorry." He looked at Estella and mentally pleaded for her to explain. He was always terrible at this type of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin Katherin wrapped her arms around Phoebe. Had Phoebe located her father? Or was Bruce still missing? She wanted to ask but she needed to comfort her friend first. She couldn't imagine what she would do without her father and she had had him her whole life. Phoebe had only had Bruce a few years. It wasn't fair for to lose him so soon. Especially like this. We'll find them Phoebe. We'll make sure that they pay for what they did.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @floodtalon Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery. Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father. "What do you mean..?" Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? "Flood?" she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe soon gained control of herself, but she still clutched to Katherin. For a few moments, she just wanted the warmth of friendship. Eventually though, she pulled away. "They're not going to go down easy. And the only way they will stay down, is...if they are killed" She swallowed, and looked aside. How long could they stay here, searching for bodies, for survivors? How long until they could find anything that might lead them to who did this? "What do we do?" It was a hopeless question, merely made of frustration. Kalinda Kalinda eventually just had to get away. Being here all day, it took a massive toll of her. She needed some distance, some...closure herself. How many people had she felt slip away today? Their emotions dying off, until there was a kind of acceptance for their fate? She didn't know. But those last, dying emotions swam around inside her, until she was no good to anyone. She found her way into the trees that had surrounded the school, leaning against a tree, and meditated. She wondered, fleetingly, about her clients, but she couldn't do anything for them now.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I know sweetie. I know. I am not big on killing but I've learned that sometimes it's unavoidable. We will do what you have to do. These people can not be allowed to live. Not after all the lives they've taken."Katherin told her old friend. Too many young lives had ended for no reason. It had to stop. They might be Heroes but that didn't mean that they had to allow the bad guys get away with killing so many.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe wasn't worried about the killing. She knew she was capable of it-everyone was under the right circumstances. She sighed softly, no, what she feared was, how many more lives would be lost, before they could stop those responsible? It made her tired just thinking of it. It also made her sad, and just plain annoyed. Because she would have to make sure Daniel was safe, and therefore, she would have to stay away from him, at least for a little bit. She could lead killers right to him. She wiped her eyes, and sighed "we need to finish up here. We need to set up a hot line, for worried parents, and we need to make sure that the students will be safe, and that their families will be too. If whoever did this just wants to take down those with super powers, then any of us could be the next targets. I need to make sure the students will be okay. They need a safe place. If we can find one"</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) @Hidden Lilly Flood lowered his head but looked back up when he heard Storm. But it wasn't her, it was Estella. "What the hell?" Flood looked confused for a second but quickly adjusted. "Is that you Storm? But you're dead!" For one of the first times in his life Flood was left speechless. Or he would've been if he hadn't been so curious. But he knew he shouldn't intrude on this private moment. "I'll wait outside." He walked out and composed himself. "Figures things would start to get interesting, when class gets back in session."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter [/KATHERIN "I will start working on a hotline. Im not doing much at the moment. I just need a list of students and staff that have been found. It would be helpful if I also knew their current conditions that way I can reassure as many as possible. As for somewhere safe. I think this" Katherin indicated to the debris around her. proved that no where is safe. I don't think we should waste time looking for something that doesn't exist. Whoever did this wanted to demoralize us. They wanted us to shut down the school and hid. We cant give them what they want. We need to find out what buildings are still usable and use them. Some of the student will want to go home. Some of the parents will insist their children go home. But I think most will stand up and fight. Because that's what we as superbeings so. Good or evil we all fight back when someone tries to push us down.</s>	<\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouExiting the rubble she began to transport the bodies down an opening she created. She floated them with her TK one after the other. They couldn't leave them outside exposed. Very likely someone could come by and try to snatch them for any number of reasons. Of the main structure nothing was left. But below there was still the bunker like space created to withstand extremely powerful metas. It would have to serve as a morgue for now. Stepping over to Katherin and Phoebe she nodded. "I agree, we cannot just go into hiding. We do that and people will start to wonder. We want the public on our side as much as possible. Sentiment for metas has been on the decline lately but now... We have an opportunity." Most of the time she didn't like to make things political. It made people into objects more than the souls they really were. But they did need the public eye on them beyond getting attacked. "Whoever did this has something to gain from eliminating both sides. There are a lot of people who could want that. But only the most ruthless would do something like this." There weren't enough leads right now. Who would do this? Also who would have the ability to. If there was any luck someone would claim responsibility. But those were usually fanatics that wanted to appear bigger than they were.</s>
<\|description\|>Kagerou Rotusu Alias: Vitality Gender: Female Age: 5343 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as an instructor at the school. And for the last five years she had been teaching at the Academy when it was attacked. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe soon gained control of herself, but she still clutched to Katherin. For a few moments, she just wanted the warmth of friendship. Eventually though, she pulled away. "They're not going to go down easy. And the only way they will stay down, is...if they are killed" She swallowed, and looked aside. How long could they stay here, searching for bodies, for survivors? How long until they could find anything that might lead them to who did this? "What do we do?" It was a hopeless question, merely made of frustration. Kalinda Kalinda eventually just had to get away. Being here all day, it took a massive toll of her. She needed some distance, some...closure herself. How many people had she felt slip away today? Their emotions dying off, until there was a kind of acceptance for their fate? She didn't know. But those last, dying emotions swam around inside her, until she was no good to anyone. She found her way into the trees that had surrounded the school, leaning against a tree, and meditated. She wondered, fleetingly, about her clients, but she couldn't do anything for them now.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I know sweetie. I know. I am not big on killing but I've learned that sometimes it's unavoidable. We will do what you have to do. These people can not be allowed to live. Not after all the lives they've taken."Katherin told her old friend. Too many young lives had ended for no reason. It had to stop. They might be Heroes but that didn't mean that they had to allow the bad guys get away with killing so many.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe wasn't worried about the killing. She knew she was capable of it-everyone was under the right circumstances. She sighed softly, no, what she feared was, how many more lives would be lost, before they could stop those responsible? It made her tired just thinking of it. It also made her sad, and just plain annoyed. Because she would have to make sure Daniel was safe, and therefore, she would have to stay away from him, at least for a little bit. She could lead killers right to him. She wiped her eyes, and sighed "we need to finish up here. We need to set up a hot line, for worried parents, and we need to make sure that the students will be safe, and that their families will be too. If whoever did this just wants to take down those with super powers, then any of us could be the next targets. I need to make sure the students will be okay. They need a safe place. If we can find one"</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) @Hidden Lilly Flood lowered his head but looked back up when he heard Storm. But it wasn't her, it was Estella. "What the hell?" Flood looked confused for a second but quickly adjusted. "Is that you Storm? But you're dead!" For one of the first times in his life Flood was left speechless. Or he would've been if he hadn't been so curious. But he knew he shouldn't intrude on this private moment. "I'll wait outside." He walked out and composed himself. "Figures things would start to get interesting, when class gets back in session."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter [/KATHERIN "I will start working on a hotline. Im not doing much at the moment. I just need a list of students and staff that have been found. It would be helpful if I also knew their current conditions that way I can reassure as many as possible. As for somewhere safe. I think this" Katherin indicated to the debris around her. proved that no where is safe. I don't think we should waste time looking for something that doesn't exist. Whoever did this wanted to demoralize us. They wanted us to shut down the school and hid. We cant give them what they want. We need to find out what buildings are still usable and use them. Some of the student will want to go home. Some of the parents will insist their children go home. But I think most will stand up and fight. Because that's what we as superbeings so. Good or evil we all fight back when someone tries to push us down.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouExiting the rubble she began to transport the bodies down an opening she created. She floated them with her TK one after the other. They couldn't leave them outside exposed. Very likely someone could come by and try to snatch them for any number of reasons. Of the main structure nothing was left. But below there was still the bunker like space created to withstand extremely powerful metas. It would have to serve as a morgue for now. Stepping over to Katherin and Phoebe she nodded. "I agree, we cannot just go into hiding. We do that and people will start to wonder. We want the public on our side as much as possible. Sentiment for metas has been on the decline lately but now... We have an opportunity." Most of the time she didn't like to make things political. It made people into objects more than the souls they really were. But they did need the public eye on them beyond getting attacked. "Whoever did this has something to gain from eliminating both sides. There are a lot of people who could want that. But only the most ruthless would do something like this." There weren't enough leads right now. Who would do this? Also who would have the ability to. If there was any luck someone would claim responsibility. But those were usually fanatics that wanted to appear bigger than they were.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe ""I didn't mean for us to go into hiding, obviously we can't, but we cannot expect students who have barely been in the school to fight. Some of the older students, or those that have been in longer could fight. But i think most will need time to recover. How many survived?" It was a rhetorical question, but it was what she needed to say. Phoebe sighed, "What are we meant to do? There's no leads. It's not like we have anything to follow at the moment." Connor Connor grabbed Adrian as he continued to search. "If we haven't found them yet, Adrian, then there's no one else to find. The telepaths and Empaths haven't found anyone else for a while. Stand down. Rest" he said, pushing Adrian towards the food tent, now equipped with warmers for hot food. He sighed, and looked about, weary beyond belief. Kalinda Kalinda knew she could do know more the find survivors, and so, she teleported away, back to her home. It was a small apartment building, chosen only because the apartment she had had a small, secret space that didn't seem to be known about. In there, she had computers, and some training equipment. Mostly though, her training was done at night, using the city itself. this was were she went now, in her suit, and opened a compartment, where she armed herself with the weapons she had trained with the last five years. Several throwing knives, placed in strategic places around her body, the bow and quiver of arrows that were black, and laid flat against her back. As well as some tech that she had had made for herself. Spy tech, really. And then she headed out. harry the young boy woke to a world that was darker then when he had fallen asleep. How long ago was that? Four, five hours? More? He jolted up, and let out a cry at as the sudden move hurt his side. bruised or broken ribs. Fabulous he sighed, and gingerly pushed himself out, looking about. There was the school. Or rather where it wasn't. it really happened Of course it did, boy-o. You might be half crazy, but not even you could imagine something like this! the voice that was, it seemed a million different voices in his head seemed amused at this. Shut up! He ignored this mental chat, as he began his way back down to the school. He could see movement. Shame washed over him. He should have stayed, and tried to do more. But he was scared. he didn't want to die. He stumbled over the wreckage, seeing a couple of people he recognised. When he saw Kagerou, he looked down, his cheeks reddened. Surely the teacher would be ashamed of him, be disgusted for him leaving and not doing anything. But he suspected that he needed help. "Ma'am..." he looked, fleetingly at the others she was with, then away, not wanting to meet their eyes, despite his glasses. Somehow, they had survived the destruction. "ooh" a wave of lightheadedness washed over him and he fell to his backside with an "oof". He reached out, to brush his hair back, to feel his own fore head, but it came away sticky with blood and encrusted with dried blood. is this my blood? "I...I don't feel so well"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Phoebe, if we can't hide them they have to fight. They are going to be in the crossfire as long as there isn't a safe place to put them. I want to protect them as much as you do honey but we don't have a lot of options. Whoever did this isn't just going to ignore them. They won't be safe anywhere. So we might as let them fight. Their going to end up in the line of fire no matter what. It's better if that happens when they are with us who are fully trained rather then when they are alone with their parents." Katherin took Phoebe's hand. She knew that her friend was thinking about her son. Be what she said was true. There wasn't any place safe to put the students.</s>	<\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou"If they intended to kill everyone they would have stayed to make sure the job was done. If someone claims responsiblity it is a scare tactic. And if no one says anything then it's probably a power play." There weren't many options on the table. And even less with where to move everyone. Without knowing the motive they could be hit again even with the public eye watching. Looking over she quickly picks Harry up off the ground. He was a reletivly new student. His powers made it tough for him to be around others. Apparently she was an exception though which was good. Everything that she'd seen and done would probably drive most others mad. Carrying him over to the tent she began to care for his wounds herself. "Stay still. Do you feel any pain?"</s>
<\|description\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Gender: Male Age: 21 Parents: Deadpool and Killer Frost Powers: Great skill with almost all forms of weaponry and Cryokinesis. Bio: Throughout Flood's time in the Academy he always felt hated by nearly all the students. He always felt isolated from everyone else and that no one wanted to be friends with him. When he graduated at the top of his class in Weapon Handling he let everyone know exactly how he felt and how much he hated everyone at the Academy. He cracked down on all the wrong doing at the school and took down as many bullies as he could. After graduation Connor had offered him a spot in an Avengers like team. He accepted the offer Connor made to him for his team and smiled like he always did. He felt like for the first time in his life he was accepted. So he got much more serious about his job and straightened out his life as much as he could. He rarely had his psychotic breakdowns, and was an advocate all over the world for Anti Bullying. After finding out about the Academy being destroyed he didn't care all too much due to his experiences there. But it was still a crime and he was not one to let a crime go unpunished. Other: Recently taken to dying his hair various colors. The latest color is a snow like white.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Harry When Kagerou was finished with him, Harry leaped off what he was sitting on. He pulled his hood over his eyes despite his glasses. "Thank you. I'm going to go see if I can be any use, finding any surviving students" He said, starting out the tent, knowing he wouldn't be much help, at least for a few days, but being outside was better then being in that tent with injured and medical staff. He looked about, seeming to be at a lose when he took everything in. You can't do anything, boy-o! it was like a cackle in his mind, and Harry growled, SHUT UP he closed his eyes tight, as if in concentration, before sighing heavily, and opening them again, pulling his hood down further. There didn't seem to be anything he could do, but just to prove the damned voice wrong, he moved about, searching for anything he could do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter KATHERIN "That was sort of my point Phoebe. It doesn't matter if they are here or with their parents. Some of the super parents can protect them as well as we can, but not all of them have super parents. Some of these kids are first generation like my dad was. Their parents would just be cannon fodder. I don't think that spreading the damage is the best idea. We need to draw the fire away from the norms as much as possible. We need all the supers together." Katherin told her.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood looked over at Harry and smiled. "It's always good to see a student trying to help. But we've done all we can right now. All that's left is to simply clean up what's left." He told him with a small frown etched on his face. It quickly went away though to be an replaced by a look of curiousity. "What do you plan on doing now kid?" He asked never looking directly at him.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe phoebe Phoebe knew that this was true, yet it didnt make her feel better. Not one bit. She sighed softly, and nodded "I know. It doesn't mean I have to like it" she said softly, swallowing. Right then, all she wanted was Ryan, and Daniel. But she couldn't go to Daniel, couldn't risk it. She sighed again, looking over to see who was around harry Harry flinched as Flood spoke to him, glancing at him briefly and then away. He gave a shrug, "I don't know" he said, "I could go home, but then I might be putting my dad at risk. I could stay here, but I'd rather not have death memories. There isn't much I can do, really. To be honest, I was just here to find a way to...control my abilities. But super strength is easy to control, and mimicry is never that hard, really. It's just my,..other abolitiesl he shrugged "I don't know"</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor JuneGiven the state most of the students were in she stopped asking questions. Instead she began to walk around and spotted a couple heroes conversing away from the others. Phoebe Allen and Katherin Winter if she recalled from previous reports. During training she was required to read up on all the emerging heroes and villains. Making her way over she raised a hand briefly before getting within earshot. "Hello, I am Agent Tennor. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD to asses the situation. I would appreciate if you could tell me everything you know about the incident here." As one might expect the terminology was very impersonal. Such was usual when encountering an Agent.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "If you're talking about your eye problem, just talk to S.H.I.E.L.D. about it. Or any rich person you know really. Cyclops got his glasses no problem, and I think shooting death beams out of your eyes uncontrollably is a tiny bit worse then whatever you have. You know how I know? You haven't hurt anyone by looking at them, that's how." Flood shrugged off any worrys Harry had brought up. He then thought about the living problem for a moment. He snapped his fingers and grinned. "I might have an idea." He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. "Ever heard of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? Because I know they haven't been destroyed recently. I could probably get you in there. I'm pretty good friends with Logan. He almost tolerates me as a matter of fact! He only tried to kill me twice the last time we talked!" Flood began getting excited at the opportunity to talk to Logan again.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe looked to this Agent, staring at her, her expression blank, deliberately making it so. Phoebe didn't particularly like SHIELD agents. Part of her always thought they thought they were better then anyone else, that because they had SHIELD to back them up, they were better trained, better skilled. "Why should we? For all we know, SHIELD ordered the destruction of the school" Phoebe said, that theory just dawning on her. While she knew SHIELD were happy for the school to be in existence, if SHIELD found it a threat, would they do this? Maybe that was a question for Flood. "In anycase, we don't know anything" Phoebe replied, before looking to Katherin, "Have you seen Makoto, do you know if she's here?" She asked, sure that their friend would be here, but Phoebe hadn't been looking for her, merely hunting her way to her fathers office. Harry "You haven't seen what my abilities does, to myself, and the person who I...imprint with. Imagine experiencing your whole life, memories, thoughts, feelings, in one go. Most just assume they...are confused for a few moments. Others are effected worse. And as for me...Every time I absorb someone else's...mind" he chose for lack of a better word, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit more of myself" Harry sighed softly, "Xavier was a teacher here. Or taught here. I don't know if he was in the school at the time of the attack. And I'd rather not immerse myself in another school. Tell me, would you just go to another school, another place, and hide, after this? Or would you aim to fight, to figure out what happened, and to help?" Harry looked over at Flood, meeting his eyes for exactly two seconds, before looking at a spot a few inches higher.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "I see... You're putting yourself in a difficult spot. You know that right?" Flood asked as he closed his phone. "Do you want revenge? Or do you want justice? Don't answer, just think about it. If you reach a solid answer call this number." Flood quickly listed off his phone number and looked at the sky. "I'm going to continue investigating the destruction of The Academy. Not because I liked it. But because people died here. Without me and everyone else you see around." He motioned to everyone else around the makeshift camp. "They will never get justice." Flood got up and looked at the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. "I gotta go Harry. Just make sure to remember that phone number." He walked over to the agent and smiled. " Hello there. Let me guess, S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you here to evaluate the situation and how bad cleanup is going to be, right? That or you came here to start recruiting since most students here don't have anyone else to go to. Stop me when I'm right." Flood looked somewhat pissed at the presence of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin shook her head. "No I haven't seen her. I am sure if she has heard that she is here. She would probably be looking for Storm. She answered. She hadn't seen the older woman either. Had she survived the attack? They needed a list of survivors. She grabbed a notebook and started writing down the names she had seen.</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor JuneSHIELD and the school haven't always been on the greatest of terms. At best they usually tolorated each other. The whole idea of a school built for the purpose of training heroes and villains seemed stupid to even her when she was sent here in the past. The facility was a powder keg and it was a wonder it lasted this long. This however was a tragedy and June didn't take kindly to her organization being accused of terrorism. But she knew better than to just go off on them. Emotions were high and she wasn't there to start a fight. After a sew seconds of silence she sighed and shook her head, breaking the typical soldier motif. "Listen, I know we as a whole haven't always seen eye to eye. But SHIELD would not do something like this. There were innocent people in this program and if I thought for a second they were responsible all of you would be the first to know." Phoebe mentioned not knowing what happened and seemed to dismiss her. That was fine as someone else approached. Turning her attention to Flood, June studied him for a moment. From what she knew and could remember of this guy he could be rather unstable. He seemed to have mellowed out though after getting into the hero gig with Stark. More insinuations were thrown at her. Though this time they were quite a bit more reasonable. "The first one. They wouldn't send me if they wanted to recruit newbies." Well so far she was very unwelcome here. June however wouldn't be intimidated and just stared back at the young man.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood relaxed and rubbed his temples. "Glad to see a SHIELD agent is being honest for once. Sorry I got a little in your face about that. This whole thing is just stressful. If The Academy had been destroyed any other way, I would be celebrating right now. But this... this is horrifying." He looked at the rubble with a hope that he was hallucinating and everything would be fine. But it was still rubble and people were still dead. " Not sure if you knew this agent, but I was with SHIELD for a bit of time. Didn't turn out well for me. A little too structured ya know?" Flood looked at the sky and shook his head. "I'm rambling though. What do you need Ms..." Flood trailed off not knowing her name.</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor June Following Floods gaze at the rubble she couldn't help but agree. She did know of his short work with SHIELD but didn't say anything about it. When he asked for a name she smiled slightly. She did enjoy hearing her own name even when she was the one saying it. "Tennor, June Tennor. My story is kind of opposite. I attended the academy briefly before getting involved with SHIELD. I didn't have a name at the time. People called me 533 at the time." Now she was the one rambling. It wasn't something she did often and she caught herself. "Like I said earlier, I'm assessing the situation. SHIELD wants to know what happened so we can prevent it from ever happening again." Glancing at the medical tent she wondered if she should call in. They could provide a secure facility for everyone to stay while everything was sorted out.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe harry Harry took the number, and not glancing at it, shoved it into a pocket. He looked over the destruction, eyes grave. He sighed, looking over To where there seemed to be a group forming. He over hesrd what was being said, and he spoke up softly "you can't prevent things like this happenings. As long as people want power, they will display their skills like this" he looked down at the ground, not looking at any of them after a quick glance. "s.H.i.e.l.d has a curious way of being in places just that little bit too late to stop things happening. And typically, those that aren't shield agents but 'meta humans' brought together by SHIELD, battle and get justice" He shrugged, "this school was something special. If those that wanted to hurt meta's and those with special abilities, they have hit the heart of our community. I was raised to stand up for my beliefs, for those I care about, and yes, to follow orders. The students will want to fight too" he stepped closer, swallowing "and You won't be able to tell them not to." phoebe Hadnt Phoebe seem that Storm didn't survive? She winced, and began to look for Mokato, "I'll see if I can find her" she said softly, wondering where she would be, or even if she could do anything. All Phoebe wanted was to just find a quite area and let herself feel. But she couldn't, not while people were suffering. "Mokato!"'she called</s>	<\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "We don't know what happened. I'm not sure anyone does. Maybe one of the many unconscious students know what happened." Flood suggested. "So far I have been hearing rumours that this is some sort of power play by another group. If so, all we can do is prepare for another assault on another school. That would be my suggestion."</s>
<\|description\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Gender: Female Age: 22 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - How to use electricity to stimulate cytokineses in others - Perfect the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Childhood Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. Power Manifestation/High School There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, Xavier's School for Gifted Students. Xavier's School for Gifted Students Makoto spent 2 years there, mostly studying school work and avoiding her powers at all costs. She continually displayed a scared and meek demeanor as she continued to run from the truth of her life. One day, Storm (the last headmaster of Xavier's School) approached Makoto before a school wide assembly. She explained to Makoto that something new was going to be coming about, a new and better school for gifted people. Reluctant, Makoto was on board with the plan and she was glad that her guardian, for lack of a better term, warned her before the assembly. Soon, Makoto and the rest of Xavier's school was brought to The Academy for Heroes and Villains. The Academy of Heroes and Villains At The Academy, Makoto kept her quiet disposition but began to display it as a gentle strength as opposed to a tender weakness. Her intelligence became much more apparent as she began to finally work through the situations in her life, giving her confidence. She made many friends at The Academy. Her closest friends would have been Phoebe and Katherin. Makoto feels great amounts of affection for the two girls that helped her so much with giving her the strength to face her past and her present. Makoto gained her High School Diploma from The Academy as well as becoming proficient in Baguazhang and Iron Palm. She learned how to control her powers and that she had the gift of cytokineses as well. She also learned how to mask her powers so that the public would not know she was different. Having graduated she has completely taken on the name Gale as her super identity and Makoto is her secret identity. University At the age of 19 Makoto began her university career at a local institute for a bachelors in health science. Appearance: Highschool The closest image I could find ^^" The glasses would be for play/cosmetic reasons, not as much boob (like 1-2 cup sizes down), definitely more modest shorts, and indigo eyes Classes: Makoto is studying at a local university, hiding her powers and doing her undergraduate degree in Health Science. She will be graduating the spring she turns 23.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto moved herself infront of Phoebe, not directly but on enough of an angle to block out where the other girl had gone. "Phoebe, let's go home." she suggested calmly. She hoped that if she stayed calm, Phoebe's internal storm would begin to respond and maybe calm enough to let her focus on something else. She took the time to search her friend with her big indego eyes. It was clear her friend had taken the hit to the school harder that she had, and from the outburst Makoto decided that Phoebe must have lost her father. Her fire-like friend who is usually strong in the face of any foe was displaying a great ton of her emotions now. Makoto wanted to comfort her as she had done for her earlier but with such anger a hug was not always the best solution. "Come on." Makoto said while takeing a few steps towards the street, assuming that was where they were going. She held out he hand to motion for her friend to follow.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe nodded, letting Makoto istraacted her, and followed her, taking one look back at the school, sighing. She looked away, and caught up with Makoto. She saw Nicholas, and gave him a wave, before She led the way back home, and was not surprised to find her mother there, pacing impatiently. Phoebe just shook her head, and moved inside, wearily, letting Makoto in, and then heading straight inside, to Daniel's room. She scooped her son in her arms, hugging hi close, unsurprised at the somewhat human sized chlorofiends guarding him, although she was pretty sure that Daniel would be able to run away, if he knew to. And that was the problem. He was too young to know, to run. Connor Connor rubbed his eyes wearily, ad said "I am not surprised that SHIELD have become involved, although I doubt that they will be able to do anything at the moment" He said, sighing, "Go home Flood. Get some rest. We are all going to need it, I suspect" He said, "As for Nicholas collaborating with a SHIELD agent...I doubt Nicholas would do anything too bad" Another thing to think about. "What about Arnold? Griffin And Zack wouldn't take advantage of this, but I'm sure Griffin would." Harry "I know. Sometimes it's hard to remember though" Harry said, watching Kassy with concern, glancing about for a place to sit, "Um. Okay. Lets sit" He said, shifting to help Kassy to sit, tryig to think what he could do to help, if anything. But he had nothing. "Maybe you should call home" He said worriedly</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan looked over at Phoebe and just stayed quiet. He knew that he should keep his mouth shut in this situation. It was the best idea. He stayed with her instead of running off. When they were home he nodded to his mother in law. He could not talk her right now. He was too focused. So he walked in behind Phoebe. "We are gonna get through this. We always do no matter what. "He said softly. "It's funny. Daniel doesn't know to run from something like this. Some day he will... Till then I guess we have to do it for him. "Ryan continued. "What do you want to do?"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto entered Ryan and Phoebe's home and allowed them to go upstairs on their own. Of what little she knew of relationships, she knew that coming back together and having a chance to breathe after a tragedy can be key. She cared for her friends more than she could say, and wanted only the best for them. Putting her bag down in the front hall, glad to be rid of it's weight and untied her shoes. She could still see the outline of her cellphone, the one that was indestructible and could contact Storm on. Her heart heaved in her chest, threatening another breakdown but she did her best to hold it in. Everyone had been so strong, she wanted to be too. Standing up, Makoto ventured further into the somewhat familiar house. "Hello Miss Ivy." she spoke, as respectful a tone as possible. She remembered the flora women's wrath if angered and so Makoto was always careful to tread lightly.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "Arnold is... around. I have no knowledge of his motivations as of right now. Personally, I belive killing him would be an effective and simple solution. I miss Griffin and Zack as much as the next person, but I'm positive they would rather be dead than whatever Arnold has planned." Flood told him in response.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouThis madness was tough to deal with. Even someone as hardened as she found the level of stress taxing. It looked like the agent had gone over to talk with Phoebe and had no success in convincing them to go anywhere with SHIELD. More than likely, given how the red haired woman looked she was in the edge. She, Makoto, and Ryan headed off. Well so much for that. Thankfully Kat seemed to come to the rescue. Most of the time she wouldn't have expected such a generous offer from the Asgardian but she wasn't as detached as everyone seemed to think. Sighing slightly she walks over to Kat and manages a smile. "Thank you very much Kat. I think we'll take you up on that offer. I don't think the students should stay around here any longer than they need to. How should we get everyone to your place?"</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe phoebe "Right now, he is safest with my mother. She knows how to hide, and to stay out of any radar. She'll hate not being a part of this, but, she'll do it. I can't sit back, and let the others avenge the school, find out what happened" Phoebe said softly, looking to Ryan, "I have to be a part of this. But I know daniel will be safe with my mother" how could she describe how much she would miss daniel? She couldn't, but knew she didn't have to. She moved to Ryan, and leaned against him, sighing heavily, before giving him Daniel, and moving out to the living room. She wasn't surprised to see her mother leaving, but knew she would be back. "Are you doing better, Makoto?" connor "We aren't killing Arnold flood. I won't be responsible for Griffin and sacks deaths too. We will find a way to deal with Arnold" connor said, running a hand through his hair. Just another thing to figure out, and that's oils have to wait until the calls had been made</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "Whatever you say boss. I'll talk to you later. Call me if you have any additional orders." Flood ended the conversation there and hung up the phone. He pulled out his motorcycle from his pocket and threw it towards the road. By the time it hit the ground it was full size and ready to ride. He got on the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and headed home. When he got home he made some tea and began his meditation.</s>	<\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 "Yeah, a bit." Makoto sighed, giving her most honest answer. She felt numb and drained but she could keep a hold on herself now, so that was an improvement. "How are you doing?" she asked in turn, wondering what exactly would be shared. Her friend was definitely in a bad way and so naturally Makoto wanted to help where she could. Makoto craved a cup of tea, her comfort drink and she knew the house well enough to be able to locate the kettle. "Should I make us some tea?" She offered, hoping to relax the both of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Princess Annaveya IV Race: Gem Age: 18 Element(s): Water Height: 5'4" Bio: The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people. What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own. On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again. The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society. Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best. Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Zaerna Throt'oll --- With a breathy sigh, Zaerna flipped a thick tress of vibrant orange hair behind her ear as her stance shifted, her weight now on her left leg. She looked around, unimpressed, at the people and setting around her. She had never been to Shadow Worth before this moment, but standing amid its arches and tapestries now, she was unimpressed. Her own manor was much more intimidating and comfortable at the same time, and she had obviously hired better sculptors. The men around her were nothing special, either. She had expected to meet some worth-while men during her stay here at Shadow Worth, at least some she could take to her mother about to with-hold another conversation about her "hunt for a husband." But, standing in a rag tag group around her were a bunch of less-than-desirable mates. If she had looked at them as any higher than dogs, Zaerna would have pitied the incoming Gemminities for garnering such weak husbands. Although she was clad in her gold-filigreed armor, Zaerna's femininity was still quite obvious. A royal purple coat was draped over her shoulders, hiding the obtrusive form of her war-mace at her hip. Her armor ended with high, heeled boots and her armor was crafted to show the shape of her bust without presenting any specific structural disadvantage. Her journey to the castle was followed by many curious eyes. Many questioned why she would want a wife at all. A woman of her age and stature should be looking at a husband. In truth, she didn't (not any more than she wanted a husband), but she had earned the new pet and fully assumed to get one. She doubted these little gems had ever seen a woman of her kind before. She withheld a snicker and it turned to a sneer: she was fully expecting them to fawn over her in an attempt to get a merciful lover. She let a few of the quavering brides arrive before she made her appearance known. First, a fat faced girl who held absolutely no interest to the experienced sorceress. The next was somewhat interesting; very regal looking thing that held herself as if she were important. Zaerna absently tapped on the bottom curve of her horn as she inspected the girls. The third caught Zaerna's eye if only for the fact she was chained. At first, she wondered how feisty she could get, but she soon made it clear that whatever act of bravery she had shown was an anomaly to her; she stayed silent. The fourth girl was just some stumbling waif and Zaerna scoffed. The fifth, scantily clad in some beaded ensemble, came through without incident or originality. She joined the group and barely acknowledged the group of Drakkens. It was at that point that a man, distantly familiar, stepped forward and "delicately" took the waif's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Zaerna rolled her eyes at the look he shot the rest of his kin - she doubted many wanted such a dainty creature. It wouldn't last. On an unrelated note she felt immense irritation at the fact the man walked around shirtless. No doubt he spent half his time in battle defending his bare flesh for his own vanity. Another gem stumbled into the ballroom, this one looking just slightly roughed up. She looked around with wide, almond shaped, gray eyes. Zaerna found her to be the most aesthetically pleasing of the lot so far. The unadorned one with blue hair was cute, but not in an exotic way like this last one. A commotion sounded at one of the smaller doors, and Zaerna turned in time to see a gem entering the room and leaving her male guard on the ground. She had no idea how that guard was able to be tripped by the scrawny thing that sauntered into the room, but she hoped he got fired. The girl had a tattoo exposed, which she probably thought made her stand out, and her look of surprising confidence made on of the female Drakken's eyebrows arch highly. Internally, she laughed at whatever fool was going to take her in some attempt to "discipline" her. Women like that deserved no recognition nor gratification for their actions. If Zaerna got stuck with her, she'd merely throw her in the dungeon for a few weeks without food or contact - and what fun would that be? Sure, beating the piss out of her and wiping that look from her face through devious torture would be immensely satisfying, but Zaerna had prisoners of war she could do that to. To her credit, she called to the barbaric male who claimed the waif from before. At least she had backbone. Into the room, late but not caring came Wilhelm the Black. He strode straight to the Princess, which didn't surprise Zaerna as that gem was garnering quite the attention. Zaerna gave no prudence to her: her family held no power and neither did she, especially now, no matter what illusion the pathetic gems found themselves under. At that point, with many distracted by the towering figure how had just arrived, Zaerna stepped out from the back of the crowd to get a closer look at the assembled brides. Her steps were sounded but the click of her heels and her cloaked swayed elegantly with her easy gait. She looked at each, from a few feet away, from head to toe, ignoring any word they thought they had the right to utter. She stopped at the Gem with gray eyes, her slender hand coming up to career the side of her face. It was reddened and raised, as though she was struck. "Tell me, pretty one, what did you think you had the right to do?" Her voice was smooth and actually pleasant, but her tone was amused and condescending.</s> <\|message\|>Aerienna "Aery" Silverheart Aery felt black spots on her vision as she swayed on her feet. The first one to get picked. Of course. Hearing the Fire girl speak up in her defense, she glanced in that direction. A girl with a tattoo and a fierce expression in her gold eyes, a proudly raised chin, and she was not all that much bigger than Aery herself. But of course it did nothing for the other girl, except bringing her to the man's attention. Still… "Thank you." she said. "But you shouldn't have done that." She heard the man's words and bit the inside of her lip to try to hold back the tears that welled up. Her parents' lessons had been drilled into her head since she was little. Do not trust the Drakkens. They are evil and cruel. They'd shown her a thousand images, taken her and her sisters to talk to parents who'd lost daughters, to hear the rumors of what was done to the brides. Do not trust the Drakkens, do not go willingly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death. If do wind up being taken, though, don't resist, or your life will be over before you can blink. She felt sick just thinking about what the man might do to her. Aery shut her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. It would do her no good to have a heart attack and die of fear, like her aunt had done when in this situation. No good at all. If she ever wanted to see her sisters again she would have to just tough it out. One, two, four, eight She took in a long breath, calming her shudders. Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight. Breathe out. Two-fifty-six, five-twelve, ten-twenty-four, twenty-forty-eight. She opened her eyes, the panicked terror in her dulled to just fear. Forced a bland smile onto her face, keeping her eyes unfocused lest she panic again by realizing her surroundings. Ignorance is blissful. Ignorance is blissful. She could live through this while keeping her mind somewhere else. And maybe then things wouldn't register consciously as being terrible. @narcissisticpotato</s>	<\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Slowly, the Princess' eyes closed as a barrel-chested Drakken mockingly bowed to her. Even caged like a canary, she refused to sing for him or play his games. Prideful of her blood, and the surety of her cause, she stood strongly without the unnecessary spice and verve that others had shown to possess. She was above that, above the physical violence and transgressions, a symbol of regal nobility as she had always been trained to be. Quietly, the canary's breadth remained steady and smooth, as the bared collarbone of her dress betrayed the tranquility she contained. Beautifully, so beautiful that even other Drakken paused in their breath, she simply smiled slightly. It were the first hint of any sort of emotion that rose from the Princess, and it simply seemed extraordinary. Just like her father and mother had taught her, the stillest waters oft run the deepest, disguising the extraordinary tempest within. Unflinching as other girls were paraded in, the Princess simply stood in wait. Not even recognizing the eyes that hungrily strayed over her form. Above them was she, and the regality that lingered within her consciousness refused to collapse to the savagery that the Drakken possessed. Even from a female, there was a hint of interest, but Annaveya cared little. Royalty is what she had been born into, and royalty she would forever remain; whether the one who chose her liked the choice or not. Yet the air stilled as a Drakken arrived late to the party. Even as she heard heavy footsteps echo past the sounds of mixed defiance and struggle, she remained utterly passive. This was not the moment for spitefulness or hatred, at least the Princess understood it that way. Closer the steps drew, until they paused. Whomever it was had certainly stopped to observe the various treasures that lay before them as the aquamarine beset upon her choker seemed to glisten in the fickle torchlight. Above the struggle of her people, she finally spoke. "Sisters, each of you are to me." She softly uttered with clarity, dignity, and purpose. Though quiet, her beautiful but melancholy voice carried through the air so vividly; enchanting any ears that would hear her. "Fighting now will resolve little, you know this. Execution on your first night seems not the wisest notion to partake, and I do not wish to see any bloodshed here. Please, make your peace now, but do not break before those who stand above us. These Lords and Ladies are the protectors of our home, fighting against them will only mean the deaths of thousands more, the sacrifice we make tonight will not ever be forgotten. Take solace in that." Yet even then, her wondrous eyes only partly opened to see a towering Lord stand before her. By over a foot, he loomed over the Princess. However, his hand possessed a chilling caress that brushed stray strands of hair from her pale cheek. Resiliently, she did not break from his studious gaze as her eyes proudly met his. She was not a lesser being before him, at least in her thoughts and heart. Whether he liked it or not, or whomever had her hand as a bride at the night's end, she would forever believe herself never beneath anyone; nor above them. "Exquisite." Was the only word that rumbled forth from the Drakken Lord who towered above her. She knew all too well who he was, having heard nightmarish tales of fire and smoke upon the battlefield. Not long after, he offered his hand to her and she slowly curtsied before him. Collectively, a sigh of disappointment rippled through the lordly Drakken as her slender fingertips rose to be held tightly by his digits. Perhaps in a show of dominance, he smoothly swung her about. The ivory Gemminite dress liquidly flaring about her, beautiful, natural moving, and full of fiery splendor much unlike the tighter, primal Drakken Garb the other girls had been fitted into. In the moonlight that cast a pale spotlight, she shone brilliantly as if the pale orb in the heavens celebrated her exquisite beauty. The spin he had cast her into caused he to be extended just to his fingertips as she was spun back into his form, the magnificent dress she wore flaring about in a flurry of fiery crimsons beset in purest white. She remained close then, her back just inches away from his front as the Lord's fingertips traced a thin line along the beautiful and unspoiled curvature of her neck. Swaying subtly to the light music that had been played since the Brides had begun to enter by musicians settled at the front of the room beside candlelight. Possessively then, the Lord's hand seized her waist with his much larger hand, and her own settled softly atop it as he drew her into him. Holding her close, her head turned and tilted ever lightly so that her lips were millimeters away from the corner where his neck found his shoulders. Still proud and regal as ever, she spoke a subtly taunting challenge to the other Lords who stood and watched, some amorously, some enviously, others hungrily like wolves. "Will I be his? Or do all Drakken Lords and Ladies falter before an opponent that might trouble them? If so, why do you defend my homeland?" Thief</s>
<\|description\|>Princess Annaveya IV Race: Gem Age: 18 Element(s): Water Height: 5'4" Bio: The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people. What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own. On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again. The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society. Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best. Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft had reached a new, extreme level of rage, as his knuckles turned white and his eyes filled with crimson. Wilhelm was challenging him...or rather challenging Lugft to challenge him. But he couldn't, he had no weapons no armor no... Suddenly, through the pool of rage and fear an idea bubbled to the surface of hid mind, and stewed amongst the anger in his mind. There would be a challenge, oh yes, Lugft would put forward a challenge. Slowly, Lugft walked towards Wilhelm, as if his rage was weighing down his limbs. His eyes still blood red with rage he came to stand before Wilhelm, looking not unlike a bull preparing to charge,."Wilhelm the Black, I do challenge you, but not for her, not for some royal tart, you can have her, and I do not challenge you here or now. Pick a date and a place Wilhelm, perhaps a few days hence, for here I am unarmed amd in poor preparation. Pick a spot anywhere, I don't care, make the stakes whatever you want. Give me a few days to settle my brides and prepare my blade. I will be the second man to wound you, and the first man to beat you." With the last words said with a kind of primal certainty, he began walking back to his brides, "Name the time and place now before I leave or later Wilhelm, for I am prepared to take my brides and return to my manor, assuming no one else wishes to challenge my claim to either of them?" He looked around, his fury was far past a stage of shouting, he simply spoke his words with power and conviction, as if daring someone to be foolish enough to challenge his claim. Thief</s> <\|message\|>Amaryllis "Ama" Stone Ama felt the hands of the guard on her wrists, pushing her along. She could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably, the thought of the unknown she was meant to face here. She was late to arrive, that much she knew. She'd wasted as much time as she could talking to the driver before the guards finally got tired of it and grabbed her rather forcefully. Maybe... Maybe no one would want her. She tried desperately to suppress her glow as much as she could bare, as it sort of hurt to force it away like this. As she was pushed along, her thoughts returned to the faces of her family, her mother crying, her brothers' blank stares, the absence of her father. Knowing him, he was out in the field. Anyone else would have called him cruel and emotionless but being the Gemminite man that he was, he didn't want to fight anyone. And she was sure that if he'd watched her leave, something within him would have risen up to fight the men taking her. She understood his reasons for not seeing her off. She'd had her moment with him anyway, at the lake. Without saying goodbye, they'd said their goodbye's. Her father was never one for showing his emotions. She smiled at the thought of his awkward gestures that day, the way he tried so hard to avoid the topic, to pretend as if nothing were going to happen to her. As so she looked as she entered the room, a small smile held on her pale lips, soft brown hair framing her sharp blue eyes. However, the smile soon faded as she felt the tension in the room. The light in her eyes flickered for just a moment as her heart jumped and her knees began to shake once again. She felt the guard cut her binds and then push her into the room, falling to her knees rather harshly. It took her a moment, but she gathered her strength and took a shaking step to stand up straight. It took her a moment with her nerves rattling her so to stand up fully, but she did so. And once she was up, she steeled herself, putting on her mask. Her pale lips sat, unmoving, on her pale face. The only lively part of her now was the glow in her eyes, the one part of herself she could never control. IF she could, she would make herself disappear but for now, she simply took strength from where she could, from the ground, from the dust in the air, and from the memories held within her heart. Swallowing, she put the image of her favorite flower in her mind. It was a weed, but then so was she. A weed that grew in any soil or no soil at all, a sturdy flower that could survive any storm. She was that flower now, standing atop a boulder, planting herself firmly, steeling herself for what would come. Maybe... Maybe no one would want her. Surely. The words of her mother suddenly returned to her, as she scanned the room. "You aren't very pretty, maybe they will not want you and send you back..." She'd always hated her looks but for once... Ama prayed it so. Ama prayed so hard that she feared she might break from the effort.</s>	<\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya Elizabeth Ranizov IV - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Still held close to the menacing looking Drakken, the Princess continued to slowly sway as if caught by a summer breeze. A light, playing smile curved across her lips as she sensed the storm from her taunting words brewing, infesting the minds of those that surrounded her and striking the core of their savage minds. All the while, her slender fingertips slowly rose to caress the tensed strength of the neck the one who held her. For this moment, this vicious looking man seemed to own her. It did not take long for others to lash out at her. She knew all too well that such cruel words were going to arrive swiftly and rashly. First came in a vengeful noble who simply sought to try and whip her with words, and though her fingertips slipped away from Wilhelm, she did not react to his words. Such a satisfaction he would not possess as she remained calm in the eye of his storm. As swiftly as he had come he retreated, and the hint of a coy smirk alighted her lips. Obviously, the barrel-chested one was attuned for bloody battles, not a battle of wits; less he wouldn't have fled so quickly from the center of the floor. However, a surprise came in the form of a princely form finally arriving to the tension filled scene. Nervous guards parted as she stood rigidly. However, what she saw was the raw arrogance that she expected those of Drakken Royal blood. He came to stand before her, and her fingertips dipped into the silken fabric of her Gemminite dress as she respectfully bowed. One royal to another, a shrewd princess to an arrogant prince. Much like how he had walked, casual arrogance came forward from his words. Taunting her first, only to then explain who Wilhelm was; as if she didn't already know. Slowly, surely, her work behind all that she had said was beginning to settle and worm into the minds of others. She could sense it, as even now there was little more than hateful gaze from many Nobles towards the fearfully strong Wilhelm. He had taken their prize, their Princess. Taunting even her homeland, the Princess did not falter nor fade from the regality she so nobly held. Perhaps she stood even straighter, she was no fool, nor was her Father or Mother. If the Drakkens did truly attack, there would be more than what met the eye to them. Even the barbaric fool had spat at her about how it would be like taking candy from a child, if he only knew what would tribulations would lay ahead of him in this instance. Gemminites were physically weaker, as well as weaker in elements. This was known, however cunning was their strength. That would allow them a way to a more clever war, a plan she had talked with her Father about in the instance hell decided to descend upon them all. A war of attrition would be fought. It would be long, bloody, and costly on both sides. However, Gemminites and their populace outnumbered those of the Drakken by almost eight to one. In a grim thought, her people had far more resources to cast upon the altar of sacrifice. Far more than that of their overlords. With this strategy, even against the greater enemies of the world, the Gemminite Kingdom could very well become the graveyard of Empires. Oh how little they knew. An underestimation of their enemy could very well be a fatal one. Gemminites had known fear and hopelessness for thousands of years, but even then there was a subtle strength growing in the land. She had sensed it, but for now, she would not wield it. Finally however, the tranquil Wilhelm spoke and the Princess slowly turned to face the man who apparently was her future husband to be. He silenced the fools who had tried in all their belligerence to try and make the enigmatic Princess falter, and they failed. Even still, she had not uttered a single word, she didn't need to. Their pandering attempts to justify themselves and their arrogance bore enough embarrassment to her. Before everyone, a Prince and a Noble had attempted to belittle her, and their words crashed in vain against the beautifully enigmatic poise that she possessed. Just like the words she had spoken before, Annaveya would not bend nor break to their sadistic and cruel whims. A mewling quim she was not, she was one of Gemminite Royal Blood, and she embodied the very symbolism of it her family's rightful throne. She watched the mulling crowds as they mulled the choice of attacking Wilhelm for her hand, before her as she watched them all they all faltered. Every single one failed to even attempt to find the strength and courage required to stand before the infamous Noble. It was weakness she sensed, a lack of resolve created by thousands of years of complacency and decadence as conquering heroes; and like a fine knife, the Princess would find a way to cut into it. However now was not the time, as finally one stepped forward. It was the barrel-chested one. The very same one who had berated her only moments ago. She watched him carefully, noting his savage hunger for conflict. This one was going to be the easiest to manipulate and twist, and she would twist him accordingly as he finished his challenge as Wilhelm had begun to inspect, and claim another Gem. This time as a servant or warden. The Princess would seize this opportunity to poke a needle into the Huron's inflated sense of self. "Why not challenge my Husband-to-be now, brave Lord Huron? Or are you unable to proficiently act without your sword in your hands? I weep for your claimed then, a shame, perhaps even a joy to be taken by one so useless to a woman. Why not challenge him to unarmed combat? Or are you so unskilled as to fall on the field of battle unless you possess a weapon?" Her words would sting so venomously, and she knew it even as she put them so coolly, calmly akin to a clear wintry morning. Even better, angered discontent rippled through the masses as she even declared that Wilhelm was subtly hers in a way; just as much as he now owned her. A scandalous, hedonistic thought that was, the thought that a Gem actually considered herself an equal. How easy it was to create a divide between the Nobles about something that should have seemed to trivial to them. If this was how Drakken society was, how easy would it be for her to create divides and conflict during matters which were grave? Thief</s>
<\|description\|>Lugft Huron His hair is black, eyes don't actually glow, they are brown Race Drakken Age 213 Elements Fire Earth Height 6 feet, 8 inches Bio Born to a prominent drakken family, Lugft was originally thought to be small and weak as he grew slower than most other Drakken. But, he compensated by having possibly the shortest fuse in existence and being one hell of a fighter. A beast on the battlefield, even among Drakkens he is often seen as a brute. However, he can put on airs of grace if he must, though he is never truly civilized. He is also a fan of trophies, and his manor is bedecked with helmets, weapons and other trophies. His most prized trophies however, are his bride(s), showing them off in only the finest of anything. But, he is still far from a kind man, as he is war mongering, quick to anger, and intensely stubborn. Other Often keeps his favorite sword on his person</s> <\|message\|>Prince Rynek Darion Five years of bloody war had the power to change a man and Rynek had not earned a scrap of mercy. He was no longer just a warrior that guarded the honour of his brother. He was a general, a leader, a man that should never be crossed. The Princess did just that though and for that, he lusted for the bitch, primarily because he wanted to see just how she would twist her words when he took her for the first time. If war had taught him anything, though, it was that if you followed your desires and lusts, you would only get yourself killed. Lusting after some Gem beauty wasn't included in his instincts - that was only reserved for killing. Wilhelm chose a poor time to issue a silence, however, as it was mainly just directed at Lugft as Rynek had already falling silent. He was busy inspected the Gems that were lined before him and just as one caught his attention, she was dragged away by Wilhelm. Now he was just being greedy. For the most part, he ignored the introduction that Lugft so graciously provided but dragged his hood away to allow the nobles to see that he was precisely who he was said to be. The white hair of the Darion's was an easily-identifiable feature of theirs. When the Princess bowed, he returned the gesture with a firm fist to his chest and a bow of his head - she knew how to play the game so he respected her for that much. He allowed Lugft to speak and he even allowed the Gem Princess to retort. Ryken drew his blade, dragging it along the fine marble of the floor to create an ear-piercing yowl. Once all were silenced, he sheathed his blade. These men were bred to kill so they probably didn't even see her plot - she was creating discord between the Drakken nobility. The reasoning was lost to him but he had no intention of allowing her to continue. But how does one beat an enemy that hides behind her eloquence like it's a wall, thick and high? His mind navigated back to one of the first offensives in the war he was only returning from. The enemy had walled themselves within a castle with enough provisions to last them two years. His army would be broken on those walls if he tried to siege it and waiting two years was not an option. So he split his army into four and scattered them through the country with a single instruction - scar the land so deep that when they come crawling from their hole, they would find only ruin. And so they did: every farm was torched along with whole villages. Their women were raped and slaughtered, their children were left to burn and their men were crucified so as to ward off any others. They burnt whole forests and poisoned lakes. And when his enemy finally left their castle, they found their kingdom in ashes with nothing to rule over. This was how he made war. How would he beat her in this little game of theirs? He would render her irrelevant and he would remind her of her helplessness. Her assumptions had carried her further than he would have guessed but she made her final mistake in crossing the Bloody Prince. "Aye, I'll fight you Wilhelm. Not for your bride though, you can take her home and fuck her to your heart's content; the Gods know that no other man deserves such a prize as a tight little princess. No, dear friend, I want the Earth Gem." His hand clasped the hilt of his sheathed blade as he looked over to the girl in question and lit up a soft smirk. His eyes told swathes of his plans for her and none of them were overly gentle. He didn't lust for this girl - he had targeted her because he knew the Princess' type. Selfless, a lady of the people. If the Earth Gem became his, the Princess would have been viewed as getting off relatively easy. Plus, now that the Princess was out of the picture, her relevance would fade away. No longer were the people angry at Wilhelm - that was forgotten. They wanted to see just how much the Prince would be trounced. The fight itself didn't look balanced in his favour whatsoever - his armour consisted of some measly riding leathers and compared to Wilhelm, the Prince looked to be tired after such a long time away from home. If they hadn't thought him insane previously, they were sure now. -Pants Thief Lalia</s> <\|message\|>Berlin Greymere Berlin was grateful to have been able to bathe before being taken to meet her possibly new husband. She knew she would be the oldest of the potential brides there. She had been fortunate to avoid the Drakkens for as log as she had by hiding in the hills. She knew one day she would be found, but hoped it would be when she was past the age for an appropriate bride to be. As she ran the brush through her long golden blonde waves she paid no attention to the male guards who stared at her body in the revealing green dress behind her. The silk against her skin was an odd feeling to Berlin, as she was use to dressing in rags to work in the garden under the unforgiving sun for many hours at a time. The only thing the dress she wore hid was the most intimate places and her long lean legs as long as she stood still. When she walked the high slits up the sides of the dress even revealed her legs. Berlin presumed that due to her age she was forced to show more skin to make up for being older than the other Gems. "Okay, enough primping. You are already late because we had to drive so long to find your hidden home. You better be worth the trouble you put us through," The larger of the male Drakken guards spoke as he wrapped his hand around her left bicep. With a single pull from the strong arm of the guard Berlin was on her feet. She did not respond to the guard- she didn't even look at him as he drug her along at a hurried pace. Berlin walked along side the guard until she was shoved forward into the large ballroom of the Drakken castle. It seemed as though she walked in on the middle of an argument over a Gem female. Her eyes looked the men over calmly before the guards at her back pointed for her to join the line of female Gems. Berlin looked around the ballroom, getting lost in the details that ran along the walls. She distanced the possibility of being claimed by a brute school as the ones in front of her from her mind by daydreaming about showing her family a castle as large as this. A soft smile pulled at the corner of her shimmering pink lips as she kept her head facing away from the Drakkens. Deep inside of her Berlin was terrified, but the only thing she could do was make the best of the situation she was placed in. She did not sob or beg, she did not challenge anyone- she simply hummed a soft lullaby in a faint tone as she imagined dancing to a slow melody on the large ballroom floor.</s>	<\|message\|>Lugft Huron As much as Lugft hated the princess and her snide remark, he hated Wilhelm far more. It would be quite interesting to see Wilhelm duel his own royal protégé, but Lugft still needed a way to vent his anger. Then, as if the gods wished to answer his every prayer, Xrin Kiajer was eying the younger of his two brides "If you Wang her Xrin you have to go through me, so do you challenge me?" At first it seemed foolish for Lugft to egg Xrin into a challenge, seeing as Lugft had no weapons or armor and Xrin had both. But, Xrin was not as prepared to fight as Lugft new, and that would be Lugft's advantage. As Xrin nodded, before he could even draw Lugft cracked him square in the face, loudly breaking the smaller Drakken's nose. As he stumbled back, Lugft pounced at him like an enraged bear, smashing him again in the face, a blow sending him sprawling to the floor. Then, before he could get up, Lugft fell upon him and began driving his fists into Xrin's face. Savagely, Lugft just kept hitting, harder and faster, letting out all his rage with each time his fist drove Xrin's head into the floor. It didn't take long for Xrin to stop moving, but Lugft just kept punching, until all his rage had left him. By the end of it, Xrin was virtually unrecognizable, his face turned into a bloody mess. Before Lugft got up, he checked Xrin for a pulse, and began laughing maniacally as he stood up, with Xrin's helmet in his hand. "Xrin Kiager is dead by my hand, killed in a challenge for one if my brides. In the old ways I am now entitled to his claimed bride," gesturing to the blue haired and rebellious one. Walking over to his three brides he smiled, and looked to all 3 of his brides, still sprayed with the blood of Xrin, "I'm so sorry, I've been terribly rude, what are your names?" Lalia</s>
<\|description\|>Haerald Melindant Race: Gemminite Age: Late sixties. Element: Earth Height: Just below six feet. Bio: Unlike most Gemminites, who do nothing more than perform their expected duties without so much as a though of resisting, Haerald has long been at the forefront of an extensive extremist movement. As war draws nearer and nearer to the Gemminite home front, he sees this as the most opportune of moments to decimate the Drakkens' supposed superiority and allow the Gemminite people to reign over their Drakken counterparts. As for his actual history, Haerald was born into a typical farming family in an equally typical farming community, which was subject to methodical visits by those seeking brides. Since most every revolutionary with a thirst for blood requires some sort of revenge story or whatever, Haerald's own family was not only once but oftentimes brought to the Drakkens' attention, for, in their opinion, the Melindant brides were some of the finest in the land, meaning that Haerald could do nothing but expect all three of his closest siblings to be dragged away to some Drakken liar. Ever since then, he's vowed to bring down their vile rule over the land, and upon leaving his parents' home in his early twenties has begun organizing a violent uprising. Other: -</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft Huron, the 2nd born Lugft Huron had made sure to be as close to the line as physically possible, he wanted a good look at every Gem who was about to walk out. Other nearby Drakken muttered about how unfair it was for him to be so close, after all it meant he could basically have first pick. They envied him, but in truth he didn't envy himself. As much as he loved women, specifically beautiful Gem ones, he was uncertain of what he wanted, a rarity for Lugft as he normally didn't want anything to complex. Lugft's last two brides were still fresh and bitter in his mind, seeing as they had both committed some form of tandem suicide less than a week ago in some futile way of rebelling. All it served to do was send him into a fit of rage, killing one of his servants. So he was back, and completely unsure of what he was looking for. He hadn't even been all that interested in his last two brides anyway, they hadn't had that... special something Lugft had been looking for. Something you could really show off, the perfect trophy but Lugft didn't even know what that something was, at least not in a bride. Despite this, he was hoping something would really catch his eye, so he was at the front for when it did. The first Gem out was beautiful, but they all were, and there was nothing particularly special about her, so he waited to see what the next offered. The princess? That got his attention, he could have practically touched the delicate thing. Now this? This was getting somewhere. He smiled as she passed, and even gave a small, mocking bow, before baring his exposed chest. Unlike other noble's he didn't wear under shirts, his chest was always bare in its thick impressive glow. Not that he needed to impress anyone, he got to pick not them, but he had never liked covering his chest, he saw it as a sign of ashamed weakness. As the princess passed he knew he had to make a claim for her, contested or not. But, she still didn't grab him like he had wanted yet, at least not enough. He had come here for two after all, so he looked back, and patiently waited for the next bride to pop out, and hopefully impress him.</s> <\|message\|>Xrin Kiajer Xrin Kiajer Xrin stood in front of one of the many windows that dotted the ballroom. The view outside unfortunately was not to his taste, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was about to rain, the dark mood outside did not help the gothic decor of the castle look any better. But what did he care, this would most likely be his last time here, he planed to chose one bride and leave without much of a fuss. That was not to say if his brothers interfered and argument broke out, or a fight, at the moment, Xrin was feeling quiet somber, a fight was not in his best interests at the moment. Xirn was wearing his armor, there was no reason for him to come to ball when there would be no dance. He did notice Lugft bare chested and pulling his weight around unnecessarily, as he always did. Xirn really did not like the man, he thought to much of himself, they may have been warriors, but they were certainly not barbarians, and Xrin did not like to be depicted as one. Xrin sighed, despite all the grooms here today, he was still ashamed to call them his brothers, he knew that most of the woman here today would not last a month in the houses of these men, Xrin's wife, maybe 2 if she didn't learn quickly enough, which was a much better ratio than the latter. Xrin noticed some of the women were finally arriving, he could not help but feel an attraction to the princess, that was what she was made to do it seemed. He could here her whispers from were he was standing, her introduction made Xrin chuckle. Princess, that was priceless, she had been destined to be striped of that title long before she was born, she was here after all. Xrin would wait for more woman to make their was into the ballroom before, making a decision, the two that were already her didn't interest him much any longer.</s>	<\|message\|>Haerald Melindant The young man arrived at the village after an exhausting five-day ride, during which he'd had more than enough time to reflect upon his failure. And thus it was with the heaviest of hearts that he arrived at the gates, was allowed in by the guard and made his way to the stables. Dismounting and feeling his knotted muscles relax at last, he handed his horse to the stable boy, then stopped by the well to take some water, sipping it at first, then gulping and, last, splashing it over himself, gratefully rubbing the dirt from his face. He still felt the grime of the journey upon his body, though. His armour hung heavy and filthy and he looked forward to washing in the shimmering waters of the nearby river, hidden away in an alcove of a cliff face. All he craved now was solitude. As he made his way through the outskirts of the town, his gaze was drawn upwards – past the stable huts and bustling market to the winding paths that led up to the ramparts of the former Drakken outpost that now served as the movement's headquarters. Here was where his fellow rebels trained and lived under the command of Haerald, whose quarters stood in the centre of the citadel's crumbling towers. He was often to be seen staring from the window of his tower, lost in thought, and the man pictured him there now, gazing down upon the village. The same village that bustled with life, bright with sunshine and loud with business. To which, ten days ago, he, leaving for Shadow's Worth had planned to return as a triumphant hero. Never – not in his darkest imaginings – had he foreseen failure, and yet… A familiar insurgent hailed him as he made his way across the sun-dappled marketplace, and he pulled himself together, pushing back his shoulders and holding up his head, trying to summon from within the great rebel who had left the village, rather than the empty-handed fool who had returned. It was his brother, and man's heart sank further – if that were possible, which he sincerely doubted. Of all the people to greet him on his return it would have to be his youngest sibling, who worshipped the man like a god. It looked as though the boy had been waiting from him, wiling away the time by a walled fountain. Indeed, he bounded up now with wide and eager eyes, oblivious to the nimbus of failure that the man felt around himself. "You've returned." He was beaming, as pleased as a puppy to see him. The man nodded slowly. He watched as behind his sibling an elderly merchant refreshed himself at the fountainhead then greeted a younger woman, who arrived carrying a vase decorated with gazelles, her skin glinting in the midsummer sun. She placed it on the low wall surrounding the waterhole and they began to talk, the woman excited, gesticulating. The man envied them. He envied them both. "It is good to see you're unharmed," continued the boy. "I trust your mission was a success?" The man ignored the question, still watching those at the fountain. He was finding it difficult to meet his brother's eye. "Is Melindant in his tower?‟ he asked at last, tearing his gaze away. "Yes, yes." The boy was squinting as though to divine somehow what was wrong with him. "Buried in his books, as always. No doubt he expects you." "My thanks, brother." And with that he left his sibling and the chattering village folk at the fountainhead and began to make his way past the covered stalls and hay carts and benches, over the paving, until the dry and dusty ground sloped sharply upwards, the parched grass brittle in the sunshine, all paths leading to the castle. Never had he felt so much in its shadow, and he found himself clenching his fists as he crossed the plateau and was greeted by the guards at the fortress approach, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes watchful. Now he reached the grand archway that led to the barbican, and once more his heart sank as he saw a figure he recognized within: Aslaugh. Aslaugh stood beneath a torch that chased away what little dark there was within the arch. He was leaning against the rough dark stone, bare-headed, his arms folded and his sword at his hip. The man stopped, and for a moment or so the two men regarded each other as villagers moved around them, oblivious of the old enmity blooming afresh between the two rebels. Once they had called each other brother. But that time was long past. Aslaugh smiled slowly, mockingly. "Ah. He returns at last." He looked pointedly over the man's shoulder. "Where are the others? Did you ride ahead, hoping to be the first one back? I know you are loath to share the glory." The man did not answer. "Silence is just another form of assent," added Aslaugh, still trying to goad him – and doing it with all the cunning of an adolescent. "Have you nothing better to do?" sighed the man. "I bring word from Melindant. He waits for you in the library," said Abbas. He ushered the man past. "Best hurry. No doubt you're eager to put your tongue to his boot." "Another word," retorted the man, "and I'll put my blade to your throat." Aslaugh replied, "There will be plenty of time for that later, brother." The man shouldered past him and continued to the courtyard and training square, and then to the doorway to Haerald's tower. Guardsmen bowed their heads to him, affording him the respect such an experienced commandant rightfully commanded, and he acknowledged them knowing that soon – as long as it took word to spread – their respect would be a memory. But first he had to deliver the terrible news to Haerald, and he made his way up the steps of the tower towards the man's chamber. Here the room was warm, the air heavy with its customary sweet scent. Dust danced in shafts of light from the great window at the far end, where Haerald stood, his hands clasped behind his back. His master. His mentor. A man he venerated above all others. Whom he had failed. In a corner, Haerald's carrier pigeons cooed quietly in their cage and around him were his books and manuscripts, hundreds of maps and letters, either on shelves or stacked in tottering, dusty piles. His sumptuous armor flowed about him, his long hair lay over his shoulders, and he was, as usual, contemplative. "Master," said the man, breaking the thick silence. He lowered his head. Wordless, Haerlad turned and moved towards his desk, scrolls littered the floor beneath it. He regarded the man with one sharp, flinty eye. His mouth, hidden within his grey-white bangs, betrayed no emotion until at last he spoke, beckoning to his pupil. "Come forward. Tell me of your mission. I trust you have recovered the potential bride…" The man felt a trickle of perspiration make its way from his forehead and down his face. "There was some trouble, Master. The convoy was not alone.‟ Haerlad waved away the notion. "We are not a militia. When does our work ever go as expected? It's our ability to adapt that makes us who we are." "This time, it was not enough." Haerald took a moment to absorb the man's words. He moved from behind his desk, and when he next spoke, his voice was sharp. "What do you mean?" The man found himself having to force out the words. "I have failed you." "The princess?" "Lost to us." The atmosphere in the room changed. It seemed to tense and crackle as though brittle, and there was a pause before Haerald spoke again. "And the Drakken noblemen?" "Escaped." The word fell like a stone in the darkening space. Now Haerald came closer to the man. His eyes were bright with anger, his voice barely restrained, his fury filling the room. "I send you – my best man – to complete a mission more important than any that has come before and you return to me with nothing but apologies and excuses?" "I did –" "Do not speak." His voice was a whipcrack. "Not another word. This is not what I expected. We‟ll need to mount another force so –" "I swear to you I'll find her – I'll go and...‟ began the man, who was already desperate to catch sight of the foreboding castle again. This time the outcome would be very different. Now Haerald was looking about himself, as though only just recalling that when the man had left the village he had done so with two companions. "Where are the two other men?" he demanded. A second bead of sweat made its way from the man's temple.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Ravencaller Race: Gemminites Age: 18 Element(s): Fire Height: 5 foot 4 inches Bio: Sophia was born to a long line of fire elementals. Her family owned acres of lands in which they worked and had enough wealth to survive if crops failed for a season or two. They grew more than wheat and corn, they grew grapes for wine and tobacco for cash. Sophia grew up on the property and grew very accustomed to being outdoors. She developed a passion for horse riding and archery from a young age. When the Darrken Nobles came to claim Sophia as a bride, Her most of her family refused. Sophia however surrendered to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed and to protect her family. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Aerienna "Aery" Silverheart Aery felt black spots on her vision as she swayed on her feet. The first one to get picked. Of course. Hearing the Fire girl speak up in her defense, she glanced in that direction. A girl with a tattoo and a fierce expression in her gold eyes, a proudly raised chin, and she was not all that much bigger than Aery herself. But of course it did nothing for the other girl, except bringing her to the man's attention. Still… "Thank you." she said. "But you shouldn't have done that." She heard the man's words and bit the inside of her lip to try to hold back the tears that welled up. Her parents' lessons had been drilled into her head since she was little. Do not trust the Drakkens. They are evil and cruel. They'd shown her a thousand images, taken her and her sisters to talk to parents who'd lost daughters, to hear the rumors of what was done to the brides. Do not trust the Drakkens, do not go willingly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death. If do wind up being taken, though, don't resist, or your life will be over before you can blink. She felt sick just thinking about what the man might do to her. Aery shut her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. It would do her no good to have a heart attack and die of fear, like her aunt had done when in this situation. No good at all. If she ever wanted to see her sisters again she would have to just tough it out. One, two, four, eight She took in a long breath, calming her shudders. Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight. Breathe out. Two-fifty-six, five-twelve, ten-twenty-four, twenty-forty-eight. She opened her eyes, the panicked terror in her dulled to just fear. Forced a bland smile onto her face, keeping her eyes unfocused lest she panic again by realizing her surroundings. Ignorance is blissful. Ignorance is blissful. She could live through this while keeping her mind somewhere else. And maybe then things wouldn't register consciously as being terrible. @narcissisticpotato</s> <\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Slowly, the Princess' eyes closed as a barrel-chested Drakken mockingly bowed to her. Even caged like a canary, she refused to sing for him or play his games. Prideful of her blood, and the surety of her cause, she stood strongly without the unnecessary spice and verve that others had shown to possess. She was above that, above the physical violence and transgressions, a symbol of regal nobility as she had always been trained to be. Quietly, the canary's breadth remained steady and smooth, as the bared collarbone of her dress betrayed the tranquility she contained. Beautifully, so beautiful that even other Drakken paused in their breath, she simply smiled slightly. It were the first hint of any sort of emotion that rose from the Princess, and it simply seemed extraordinary. Just like her father and mother had taught her, the stillest waters oft run the deepest, disguising the extraordinary tempest within. Unflinching as other girls were paraded in, the Princess simply stood in wait. Not even recognizing the eyes that hungrily strayed over her form. Above them was she, and the regality that lingered within her consciousness refused to collapse to the savagery that the Drakken possessed. Even from a female, there was a hint of interest, but Annaveya cared little. Royalty is what she had been born into, and royalty she would forever remain; whether the one who chose her liked the choice or not. Yet the air stilled as a Drakken arrived late to the party. Even as she heard heavy footsteps echo past the sounds of mixed defiance and struggle, she remained utterly passive. This was not the moment for spitefulness or hatred, at least the Princess understood it that way. Closer the steps drew, until they paused. Whomever it was had certainly stopped to observe the various treasures that lay before them as the aquamarine beset upon her choker seemed to glisten in the fickle torchlight. Above the struggle of her people, she finally spoke. "Sisters, each of you are to me." She softly uttered with clarity, dignity, and purpose. Though quiet, her beautiful but melancholy voice carried through the air so vividly; enchanting any ears that would hear her. "Fighting now will resolve little, you know this. Execution on your first night seems not the wisest notion to partake, and I do not wish to see any bloodshed here. Please, make your peace now, but do not break before those who stand above us. These Lords and Ladies are the protectors of our home, fighting against them will only mean the deaths of thousands more, the sacrifice we make tonight will not ever be forgotten. Take solace in that." Yet even then, her wondrous eyes only partly opened to see a towering Lord stand before her. By over a foot, he loomed over the Princess. However, his hand possessed a chilling caress that brushed stray strands of hair from her pale cheek. Resiliently, she did not break from his studious gaze as her eyes proudly met his. She was not a lesser being before him, at least in her thoughts and heart. Whether he liked it or not, or whomever had her hand as a bride at the night's end, she would forever believe herself never beneath anyone; nor above them. "Exquisite." Was the only word that rumbled forth from the Drakken Lord who towered above her. She knew all too well who he was, having heard nightmarish tales of fire and smoke upon the battlefield. Not long after, he offered his hand to her and she slowly curtsied before him. Collectively, a sigh of disappointment rippled through the lordly Drakken as her slender fingertips rose to be held tightly by his digits. Perhaps in a show of dominance, he smoothly swung her about. The ivory Gemminite dress liquidly flaring about her, beautiful, natural moving, and full of fiery splendor much unlike the tighter, primal Drakken Garb the other girls had been fitted into. In the moonlight that cast a pale spotlight, she shone brilliantly as if the pale orb in the heavens celebrated her exquisite beauty. The spin he had cast her into caused he to be extended just to his fingertips as she was spun back into his form, the magnificent dress she wore flaring about in a flurry of fiery crimsons beset in purest white. She remained close then, her back just inches away from his front as the Lord's fingertips traced a thin line along the beautiful and unspoiled curvature of her neck. Swaying subtly to the light music that had been played since the Brides had begun to enter by musicians settled at the front of the room beside candlelight. Possessively then, the Lord's hand seized her waist with his much larger hand, and her own settled softly atop it as he drew her into him. Holding her close, her head turned and tilted ever lightly so that her lips were millimeters away from the corner where his neck found his shoulders. Still proud and regal as ever, she spoke a subtly taunting challenge to the other Lords who stood and watched, some amorously, some enviously, others hungrily like wolves. "Will I be his? Or do all Drakken Lords and Ladies falter before an opponent that might trouble them? If so, why do you defend my homeland?" Thief</s> <\|message\|>Xrin Kiajer Xrin Kiajer Xrin frowned, he felt the room get tense for a few second. He was entirely uncomfortable in an small enclosed space with a bunch of horny Drakken. It was like putting a male and female mouse in a small room, but preventing them from mating, not a good idea. As more and more woman entered the ballroom, so did the testosterone levels of all the men on the room. Wilhelm and Zaerna, had most likely already chosen there brides, although Zaerna was a woman, one really cares that she chose to have a woman instead of a man. Xrin sighed, he would have to choose from what was left, it seemed there were better woman than the first few. There were the confident ones, which helped lighten Xrin's mood a bit. He walked away from the window for the first time, and he strolled to the line of woman and inspected the ones that were not chosen out of respect. Each one was good looking, so the Drakken elders did their job well, now it was all up to personality. The confident one would have proven difficult to handle if she didn't show respect, but she could learn quickly. Xrin walked up to th blue haired one, she had shown confidence in the face of adversity, if she could show respect, he would defiantly enjoy her. He pointing at her, his face like it always was, alert and serious. "I choose you." He said gruffly. He choose not to touch her, not like the others did, there was not need for that at this time.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Ravencaller Sophia stood pride and tall as she tried to avoid eye contact with Drakken nobles. She tried to harden herself against the moment, however she was exposed for all to see. This feeling was not that of a sheep in the presence of a wolf but that of an unarmed shepard surrounded by an entire wolf pack. She knew how to hold her ground. Her time in the outdoors taught her that. However, there was no way for her to overcome a single Drakken alone. For now she imagined she was a slowly burning ember awaiting the right tinder to turn into a raging wildfire. Patience, She needed patience. When Sophia was nudged by another bride, Sophia had nearly cried out in panic. Fortunately, she was able to bite her tongue. She had been in thought so long she did not notice the other's approach. She glared with anger as the other bride spoke to her. What was the purpose of her addressing Sophia? Sophia quietly replied, "Aery, remain quiet. Do not bring any unneeded to yourself. The name is Sophia by the way..." She straightened herself out and resumed her stance. Sophia's chains were beginning to hurt. She could not help shifting slightly to try to relieve the discomfort. Nothing helped. At herself, she grow madder and madder. Nothing was going 'right'. She was attracting too much attention. Fortunately, the horned freaks before her were concentrated on the gem princess. Not surprising. The princess had formal training and former status. She seemed to want to be sacrificed for the sake of the others. Unfortunately, The princess looked like she got claimed by a very impressive looking Drakken. No one looked like they would offer challenge to his claim.</s>
<\|description\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Race: Drakken Age: 189 Element(s): Wind, Earth Height: 6'4" Bio: The large Throt'oll family is one that has managed to birth about a dozen women in the last five decades. They seem to be blessed with women, and as such they have gotten quite influential with their family ties, having married these daughters off to many different, powerful merchant and military families close to them. Zaerna herself was actually born to a Drakken mother, Since birth, Zaerna has been treated quite differently than her brethren. Although she was raised to fight and war-monger all the same, she instead was taught to focus on managing to marry the most prominent man she could, as opposed to seeking glory on the battlefield (although her service was never discouraged). Having never been too interested in doing that, Zaerna has been a constant source of aggravation for her noble family. She is a fiercely independent, hedonistic woman, who cares little for the societal norms of her home. She cares little for the opinions of others, and instead of getting angry more often gets amused. She has a terrible superiority complex, especially against her brutish kin. Throughout her youth, she was rebellious and particularly spiteful, and left for the military as soon as she could. As one of the only women of her entire division, Zaerna has spent most of her time alone. As such, she is blunt and self-sufficient. In the army, what she lacked of her brothers' strength she made up for with her elemental abilities. She wields a family heirloom warmace named Mother's Kiss. She has recently returned from a distant operation which warranted her a wife. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Amaryllis "Ama" Stone Amaryllis Stone She stood among the other brides, a wallflower trying to blend into a background she did not match. She hoped to the goddesses that her dress was plain enough to keep them away but pretty enough to satisfy them. All in all she was fighting a losing battle for She had no idea what happened to un-chosen brides. She swallowed hard as she watched one of the Drakken brutally and savagely kill another Drakken, hitting him well after he had died until no part of him remained the same. She swallowed, her nerves getting the better of her in that moment and for the next few minutes, Ama tried very hard to tune out the world around her. To let the sounds fall away and let her body find peace in a more peaceful plane, a dark cave with only the sounds of a trickling stream to be heard. However, she couldn't ignore the sounds that soon came after, another fight breaking out. Vivari blessed! Do they always fight so often? Is there not a peaceful hair on their heads, the brutes?! She thought sourly as she was pulled back, the look in her eyes hardening as she watched them both pull away. So far, no eyes had reached her for more than a few seconds, though each second was far too long for her. Her knees still would not stop shaking and she was trying very hard to get back to that place, the dark cave. That was where she'd rather be. She hadn't moved an inch since entering the room, the only movement was the subtle shaking of her knees. The rest of her stood solid as the earth she was so fond of. She was still, rather painfully, repressing her glow from sight. She might have been one of the only Gems in the room not glowing. One of the Drakken might have thought her a mistake could they not feel the powers held within her. Though her mind was going elsewhere at this moment, the movements before her eyes still caught her eye. Slowly, she was pulled back from her cave, slowly she was pulled back to the reality of where she was and what she was. She felt the hairs on her body all stand up on end, her skin prickling up. She felt her heart sink down into the earth and she envied it, for how much she wished she could do the same. Before her stood a white hair Gem, a single finger pointed in her direction. It wouldn't have meant too much to her had the girl been actively looking at her and she probably could have hated her if she had. She watched as the girl then pointed out another Gem, possibly picking out another, her Drakken husband behind her. Ama felt her strength slow drain away and her grasp on her glow faded and it appeared. Her glow flashed in small bursts until it shone full force, a pale pink light that softly flickered around her. Her freckles dimmed under the soft pink glow around her and a green hue crept up into her eyes. On-lookers would see the fear in her eyes, the fear of the man standing behind the white haired female. She swallowed, waiting for what would come. What... would come? Her eyes scanned those she would be with, the white haired female and the blonde. The white haired female looked just as frightened as her, though faking it relatively well. Her movements were... just a bit too forced... She tried very hard not to look at the man, hoping and praying that her thinking was incorrect and maybe the white haired Gem was simply pointing her out to laugh at her or something. Maybe she'd missed something in her attempts to mentally escape this situation. Maybe... Symphony</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft smiled, a terrible thing, more akin to a hungry snarl than an expression of joy. Aery, Tirza, and the spitfire. The delicate, tiny flower, his blank canvas, a place to make a masterpiece. The spoils, feisty but obedient, and scared, a fine prize pried from the cold dead hands of a worthy foe. And the raging fire, angry, clever, and intensely stubborn, the wild stalion, that Lugft would break. He of course, addressed the spitfire first, grabbing her by the waist, and dipping her close to the floor in one fluid, surprisingly graceful motion, then bringing her up, and placing his lips right next to her ear, "Do you feel that, little Gem? That is pure, unrestrained strength in my arms, the same arms that just killed that man, and now hold you. You, are mine now, and I will make you last, don't think I'll kill you so easy, you'll be with your new... heh heh heh... Sisters? As you call them? For quite some time. And, as for my name," He spun her back to her place, and looked at all 3 of his new brides, and addressed all of them, "I, am Lugft Huron, heir to Huron family. I welcome you, as my new brides." Then, the duel began, and Lugft enjoyed it. Watching Wilhelm fight the royal brat Darion was certainly entertaining, but he knew the outcome would be nothing monumentous, a draw. Still, Wilhelm was un-defeated, and Lugft spent no time fawning over it, instead he turned to his brides, specifically to Aery, and stood right in front of her. He towered over her by a full 2 feet. She was practically shaking, and Lugft did one of the things he thought he could do to terrify her. He swept her off her feet, looking almost like he would slam her to the floor, then caught the small Gem, and kissed her with a passion like fire. That will startle her, he thought as Lugft finished the kiss, and swung her back to her feet. Then he turned, and began to walk to the door, but only after he had his still blood covered arms around his brides. "Now, I believe it's time we left my pretty Gem's, and on our way to the carriage why don't you decide who will get to sit next to me?" He let out a hearty laugh as he made his way to the door, wishing to finally head back to his manor, and make the special preparations required for his future duel with Wilhelm. And, if no one stopped him on the way out, he and the brides would enter the carriage, and begin the trip to the grand Huron manor, where the three young Gems would spend the rest of their days. @My Lalia@Narcissisticpotato</s>	<\|message\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Like an animal recently beat, attempting in vain to please its master in the wake of failure, the Gem cowered and offered obedience. Zaerna smiled warmly at her and inclined her head to show she was pleased, but said nothing. No more response was needed. Learning to commune with her master without words was one of many little things she would need to learn. She had deducted no punishment from the penance she had already earned, for good behavior was not optional behavior, though the female Drakken would remember the quick turn around. She suavely shouldered between the two, giving Kasari a stinging pat on the ass in response to her whining, and then rested one hand on each of her brides' hips. The challenges were settled, and now Zaerna, and her brides, had a clear view of the incipient conflict. An eager glint appeared in the Drakken's eyes and her fingers tightened against the two of them. It was slow to begin, and the female Drakken watched with bated as the two men of renown circled some distance away from the herd of Gems. Now knowing their choice to a duel of swordsmanship, she wished she hadn't moved her and her brides so far, but she could still see their actions in clear sight. Other happenings occurred on the side of the room, but she paid them little mind. Lady Throt'oll was prideful, to the point of being narcissistic, but she was far from stupid. A chance to watch two men of such caliber square off was a time to observe and learn, and there was no Gem more impressive than the awesome display between Wilhelm and the Prince. The two forces met, and it was an experience the female was sure to remember. The was a deftness, in the way Wilhelm held his body and sword, and brutality, from the Prince's unrelenting barrage, before unseen by her dark amber eyes; they darted quickly to drink in every move, and savored what she gathered from the sights. It imbued what she herself physically aspired. She could never match the strength of her male counterparts, no matter how much it infuriated her inside, and so had to compensate and use her smaller size to her advantage. She had to be quick and get inside someone's reach, and then strike once she had gotten too close to her opponent to hit. Her mace was short-hafted, considering she wielded it halfway down the handle. The display embodied what strived for, and from it, she would take any lesson she could. The duel ended in an anticlimactic draw, and Zaerna's lips formed a pout. She, too, wanted to duel Wilhelm, though in an entirely different manner. The female knew how to stop once her lesson was learned. As the two officially parted, her eyes lingered and watched Wilhelm retreat to his brides. Slumping down a bit, as she had risen to leaning forward on her toes, the female looked around to see what other business needed to be concluded. To her surprise, she missed the entrance of a few new Gems, and in particular one with striking white hair. The Prince approached the Gem, and Zaerna was a bit put off; she had been too hasty in her decisions. Regardless, she watched the girl shakily approach the line of brides, and Zaerna made sure her and her girls were close enough to be considered. She stayed between her two, and when the white-haired girl got close, openly leered at her and inspected her body. She passed up both of Zaerna's brides, and the female Drakken could almost feel her fire Gem aching to be picked. After the pale Gem moved passed them, she cooed sympathetically and jostled Sophia's hip.</s>
<\|description\|>World and RP Information Characters Matin Dripwood played by @Incanus Ila played by @Hexaflexagon Rosella Burke played by @Fairess Nina Sari played by @Vesuvius00 Cyrus Rouhani played by @Awkward Afro Moria played by @AliceInRedHeels Places The Drea Rainforest, home of the Dryads The Ruins in the RainforestThe Arctic North, home of the Iqniq Tribe Colchetta, an oasis of civilization in the old Kingdom of Airedale Ruins of KimbertonA Jungle Island, home of the Rosario Chus-Cande The Rune Desert, home of the Roshan Tribe Moran, in the jungles south of the river Ti-ain, on the continent of Witherings, home of the Madakam Tribe The Mountain home of the Skeiron Tribe Languages Dryadic Nrupiaq Cantran Chus-Cande Taki Madakam English, Spanish, Avestan, Persian, Zulu, Gilaki, Luri, Old Persian, Arabic Gods and Goddesses Drea, Goddess of the Forest Lutok, (absent) Creator, and the Great Spirits Casper, the Creator The Constellations Ma-Ruk The Life-Giver, and the Ruse The Four Winds Magic and/or Religion Dryadism and the Witch Mothers Shamanism of the Iqniq Tribe Shamanism of the Rosario Chus-Cande Zoroastrian Astrology Anemonism of the Four Tribes of the Wind Magnetism of the Madakam Tribe Regarding the Ruse Ayonil, a magical draught brewed by the Witch-Mothers that gives the village protection against Ruses. Madness of the Ruse-To date, no cure for the madness has been found. While Colians aren't especially susceptible to it, those found with its symptoms are executed, as it is considered both a "mark of the Ruse" and a threat to society. The Madakams believe that the Ruse are the living embodiment of pure energy on the planet sent to stand vigil over the plant kingdom and ensure that no one may destabilize the fragile equilibrium of the planet. The Four Tribes of the Wind believe that the Ruse are past guardians who manage crossing the Dead Winds back to the living realm for the protection of the world against the Oncoming Storm. Bestiary Delian retain a very deer-like appearance, but are much larger with thicker legs, long white tails of "horsehair," and have no antlers. Reptilian creatures, which are semi-intelligent, use poisons against their prey. Furry creatures of the north: a cross between a bear and a saber tooth tiger; a bipedal giant that walks at night; leviathans and sharklike man-eaters of the ocean. The Goo, the Plague of the Jungle Lore Herblore of the Forest of Drea Natural Disasters The Big Storm, seven years ago</s> <\|message\|>Nina Sari NisaThe day had started with a beautiful sunrise and a calm sea, it didn't take long for the villagers to rejoice and begin to plan a feast. As Nisa went about her daily tasks she could feel the energy of her people, flowing around her like the crystal-blue waters of the bay, and the light turquoise beyond. It was now an hour or so after the noon meal, and Nisa had been meditating on the beach as usual when suddenly one of the villagers that watched the forest each day came up to her, muttering incomprehensibly and attempting to drag her somewhere, breaking her meditation. "Calm friend. What's the matter?" Nisa spoke softly, following after the man as he led her all the way to the gate of the lost, which was standing open now and had a strange girl standing on the outside, being blocked from entering the village by two hunters. When the girl saw her, she seemed to explode, repeating something over and over. "Brother Sanjo sent me. Rosario must leave." It took Nisa a while to understand, but that didn't stop her from being stunned. "Let her in please. She needs to walk with me." She said the words lightly, but her tone made it seem more clipped, causing the three men to simply nod as they let the girl pass. Nisa motioned for her to follow and led her to the shoreline closest to the docks. "Now, can you tell me just who you mean by 'brother Sanjo' please? And also, why must the Rosario leave?"</s> <\|message\|>Cyrus Rouhani The desert during this time was always calm, but most importantly it was silent. This silence was impeccable to the success of Cyrus' meditation and communication with the heavenly bodies. He found it odd that so much commotion began happening outside the Observatory, but what gained his concern the most was when the stars and planets began a cacophony of chaotic conversation. He could only make out a few words before the voices stopped; the sudden silence within his meditation state caused his head to pound. He covered his ears as they rang from the deafening silence that ricocheted throughout his head. Something was incredibly wrong, his gods had never ceased communication with him. Am I being punished perhaps? He staggered to his feet and took a deep breath, the ringing growing faint as the familiar feeling of loneliness washed over him. He removed his celestial orb from his thick braid, causing long reddish coils of his hair to unravel and drape around him. He examined the orb to see if the gods would speak to him through it, but he was still met with silence. The only presence that was with him was Naveed. He cradled the orb to his chest as if it would keep Naveed from leaving him as well. This faint feeling of comfort vanished as he heard the unforgiving winds of the desert scream and tear through the air. With quick steps he exited the Observatory and gasped at the disaster that was occurring. The wind whipped his loosened hair violently, he couldn't believe that a tornado of this caliber was appearing. As his kin ran around in a frenzy to protect their belongings, Cyrus saw a figure walking through the village calmly. With skin so light Cyrus knew she wasn't a desert dweller, but before he could react to anything, the tornado left and journeyed farther into the desert. At that moment the voices of his beloved gods returned, reverberating their imposing voices through his skull. As the storm calmed, the people finally gave notice to the visitor and silenced their voices. A cold breeze made Cyrus shiver as the visitor met his gaze. Due to his multi-lingual abilities and shunned-status among his kin, it was Cyrus' job to handle outsiders. Though he was fearful, he approached the woman cautiously, hugging his orb to his chest protectively. He spoke the formal greeting of his people to newcomers in all of the languages he could, stuttering as he tried to be as respectful as possible. "W-we welcome you visitor..if you're injured this one here may help you." ("This one here" is the impersonal third person form of speech to refer to oneself. Cyrus uses this as a sign of humility and to not offend the visitor.)</s>	<\|message\|>World and RP Information At that moment, in ColchettaDistantly rose a cacophony of screams, rumbles, and cracking stone. The floor under Rosella's feet began to tremble. An earthquake? Above, the floating trees began to change color; like some deranged autumn shift, a metallic glimmer seeped into the quivering leaves, and soon the trees high above were laden with foliage that shimmered with some unearthly color that hurt to stare into. Sparkles of soft pollen drifted on the breeze and showered peacefully down upon the city. The trees rose higher, while pollen rained gently down. A tower on the far side of the city ripped and cracked away from its foundation in a cloud of frightening dust and debris. More buildings throughout the city -- the tallest first -- broke away, twisted, their foundations crumbling, and rose slowly into the sky, following the trees higher toward the clouds, some of them with people trapped inside. The boy inside the library had been still, uncertain what to do, clutching a map to his chest. But when the walls of the library itself began to shake and twist and drop dust and splinters on his head -- when the shelves shook loose their books and scrolls and pens rolled and bounced off the tables -- he threw his last caution to the wind and sprinted into the hallway, carrying the map with him. He yelled unintelligibly, shouting at Rosella while the floor and walls twisted around them and his eyes watered from the falling dust. He opened the map hurriedly -- the map that Rosella herself had helped design -- and he pointed at the Ruins of Kimberton, jabbering urgently in a language she didn't understand. He poked a finger at the ruins, then pointed frantically outside. They had to go to the ruins, urgently. The guild hall cracked and splintered from its foundation, prepared to rise up off the ground altogether, with Rosella and Collin and the boy inside. Collin, still in the doorway, swayed on his feet, unusually and frightfully calm. Pollen rained down outside. Collin's eyes had turned dark and glassy. The madness of the Ruse had taken him. The madness was spreading throughout the city. Everywhere people dropped to their knees, or fought one another like wild animals, or ripped themselves apart, while buildings rose up around them and the rising trees were gilded like lords. At that moment, on the Rosario island The young woman peered hard at Nisa with a hunter's determined gaze -- but she could not understand. She caught the words Rosario and leave and heard Nisa's voice lilt upward in a question, and knew she was being asked for a clarification she could not give when she knew so few words of this language. The woman instead gestured with an arm and a wide hand to encompass all of the Rosario tribe -- then she snatched back her fist, meaning the tribe and everyone in it would soon be snuffed out if the warning was not heeded. "Rosario must leave," she repeated again in a deadly and finite voice. She looked up, her eyes widened, staring past Nisa to the expanse of blue water that had since the morning been peaceful and blue. Halfway between this island and the next, the water began to swirl and bubble. The whirlpool turned faster and faster; the water seethed and hissed and roared wider and wider around it, as if being sucked deep and down into a dark abyss far below the ocean floor. Two fishing boats and the screaming fishermen upon them were devoured into the spinning depths. The hungry waves tossed high on the shore of the island, so strong so quickly, as if the ocean planned to take the tribe and the island with it into a watery grave. The roar of water was deafening, and only a moment had passed. At the center of the whirlpool -- now wider and more far-reaching than the island itself -- something monstrous was moving against the impossible current. Black spines pricked above the water, followed by the graceful sleek of black shimmering scales, each as big as a house. Whatever moved below was as enormous and terrible as a mountain. The woman in sealskin tugged on Nisa's arm, hurriedly, back toward the forest through the forbidden gate. It was now far too late to escape to the far island to safety: their only chance lay in the jungle that the Rosario people had feared for so long. The monster in the ocean -- revealed only by the length of its many spines and scales to be something like a colossal eel -- unfurled and began to circle the island hungrily. Water roared up onto the beach. The tide rushed in, higher and higher than it ever had before, as if the ocean would try to swallow the island whole. But, in fact, the island was sinking. Within five minutes, everything would be engulfed by spinning, churning water. The tribe would be the colossus' first meal after eons of slumber. Above, translucent in the blue calm sky, hung visions of long-rooted trees with silvery leaves. At that moment, in the Rune Desert The woman in black was quiet while lightning flashed; the storm moved closer again, more ferocious than before, kicking up dust and sand and goats and wagons. "There is no time for that, small one," she said, in the same language but with a stiff lilting accent. Her deep blue eyes flicked down to the orb held tightly in the boy's arms, and then back to his face. "Any harm done to me is by my own affliction, for the sake of staving off this storm a moment longer -- the East Wind has fallen to chaos, and I and the North Wind can only battle it for so long. Something terrible is coming, we must get your people to a safe place --" She had spoken too long. A huge, reverberating CRACK echoed from the distance across the dune. By the light of the stars they could see the silhouette of the far mountain -- so long a familiar comfort to the tribe -- was shifting, shaking, and undulating. The dark, rigid picture of the peak changed its shape, twisted and writhed and moved as if the stone itself had come to life. Something lifted up out of the distant destroyed mountain: a pair of colossal, leathery wings. "We must go!" The woman turned and flung her bleeding arm, but this time there as no effect on the spinning storm. The clouds began to gather again, and the voices of the stars were in threat of once again being silenced. Another funnel sprang up on the sands -- and another, and another. The tornadoes whirled and whipped around one another in frantic destruction. The air was thick with stinging sand and deafening howls. And then, a cold wind -- the North Wind -- spun around Cyrus alone, like a bubble of safety in a sea of disaster; it gave him clean air to breathe and ensured his link with the stars remained strong, while the world around him was lost in spinning sand. The rest of his tribe was not afforded the same protection. A hideous, enormous screech rang out over the desert, over the noise of the storm. The tribe would hear the ominous flap of wings, so huge that the storms themselves quivered with each rush. The mountain itself had awakened after eons of slumber -- and now it had unfurled, and flew over the desert in search of its first meal. Glimpses of the monstrosity showed it to be the color of the desert, spiked with stony scales, with a hungry red eye. As it came closer, its bulk and its enormous wings blotted out the sky. There hung in the dark sky the translucent images of floating trees with silvery leaves, fading in and out as the storms passed through them, the colossus drew closer, and the tribe screamed.</s>
<\|description\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Age: 16 Gender: Female With cold ice-like eyes of a silver-blue, and long messy hair of obsidian purple-black, Exo has pale skin, rather shocking in this climate, but pale none the less. She is fairly tall, and rather skinny, her preferred clothes are looseish, and she likes her hair pulled partially back. Her hair has never been cut in all her life. HUSK Defects: Exo has a badly connected, half-shattered, soul, meaning she struggles to feel, going from totally emotionless to super feeling, and straight back to emotionless, sometimes in less than a few seconds, sometimes lasting for a while. Now, don't get me wrong, she can still like things, and laugh at things she finds funny, but she doesn't normally seem to feel a lot. Except when she does, and then there are more emotions than she would care to have all at once. Exo actually remembers a fair amount of her life as a husk, thanks muchly to her soul being rather, …well, badly connected. She can remember many of her 'tools of the trade' as one might call them, and so she can still act as a scout, if and when they finally trust her. Bio: Exo grew up inside an Oasis, and started training as soon as she could. It soon was discovered that she was quick and silent, with an aptitude for climbing and running. She also had rather sharp senses and so it made her perfect, almost, for a scout. Pretty much her whole time was spent training, getting better at everything she needs to know for her job. Since she has been accepted as a scout, Exo has been on one minor routine patrol outside of the walls. It was nothing special, and so she has yet to go on a real patrol. Extras: Pyromaniac, …just …well, …let's not talk about it. She also absolutely adores music (once she has a soul), it is one of the things that can pull out her emotional side. She wears thin fingerless fighting gloves with inch-long spikes sticking out, in the place of a knuckle-duster, hence her nickname of 'Spikes'.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "... Yes." Freya looked towards the husk who approached, a brow cocking up when she noted his appearance. "I assume you're part of the squad. I'd say hop on, but your skin looks... Northern. Have you let the Officer know, so he can ration us out some sun-guard for you?" She buckled up behind the wheel, adjusting the mirror to see a sleeping husk in the back seat. "I know how a sunburn can effect performance, and I'd like to prevent that." She glanced to the back of the jeep, at the cases of supplies, and again to the sleeping husk. "Hey, Officer," She called, leaning out of her door. "Can you grab us one of the blankets from the back? We've got our night-shifter resting up, but she's probably gonna get burned."</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Stretching like a cat, Exo rolled over, barely staying on the seat, "We all here yet?" she muttered hearing the voice of someone other than that loud-mouthed Officer, the one who hated that she had slept in the jeep. but really, if she had stayed at the dorms, there was no way she'd be up and at the gate in-time. Sitting up, she blearily rubbed at her eyes, before wincing and shading them from the sun, "can we go yet?" scratching the back of her neck, she pulled her lose, long, midnight hair back into a high pony-tail. Grimacing and squinting, she wasn't the biggest fan of the sun, Exo noted the female in the front, probably the person she'd be deferring to. "Sir." she stated, "Exo Neversong. Scout, night-shift. Reporting in." Her words were slightly stunted, a result of having little less than a few hours sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "...Hm. I'm not sure. I haven't had the time to meet with everyone since I was assigned the squad." Freya began, looking from behind her glasses at the faces of the two others that were around her. "...The list of names I had gotten, though, was just three- myself included. If this guy here is in the squad, then we are all here." Her eyes settled on the odd male husk to the side of her, resting a hand on the steering wheel. "...If I read correctly, are you Rory..?" She thought back to the list of squadmates she had gotten. "...You had no last name on the sheet. An oddity like that would make sense on... Someone with an odd appearance, like yours." Hoping she hadn't hit a sore spot, she adjusted the seat, putting the key in the ignition. Turning to the girl in the back, she began to answer the other question she had asked. "I'm waiting on one member to get a go from the Officer. I do not like to hear him more than I need to."</s> <\|message\|>Rory "Aye" Rory said "Rory, second Lieutenant, Dragoon" reciting his rank and position as he looked from the husk in the back to Freya "reporting to squad A19, from D17" he nodded to Freya, she requested a blanket for the night-shifter in the back, she was addressing the officer but Rory went and got one himself, climbing into the back of the jeep he handed the blanket to the Night-shifter, he then turned back to Freya, "sun-guard, unnecessary" he said answering her earlier question.</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Nodding her understanding to the lady in the front, Exo watched the other husk, Rory, as he headed off, and then again when he returned, climbing in the back and handing her a blanket. She thanked him, curling up and shutting her eyes; they wouldn't have stayed open longer even if she tried. She didn't actually sleep, just sort of snoozed, still hearing everything, but managing to rest up anyway. They'd wake her if they needed her, and hopefully not until then.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "Ah, good." She turned to watch the strange husk as he got the blanket himself, trying to not outwardly show her confusion. "...I feel as though it's necessary for one to have their full name known- at least, on paper if not said- to the people they're working with. It prevents infighting and helps each member get along better." She explained, popping her shoulder and turning back to the front. "Ah, the sun-gaurd is necessary, too, if you were referring to that." She almost had a hint of a smirk as the night-watch, Exo, fell back asleep. "Since this is everyone..." Freya began, before leaning out of the car. "Officer, All Squademates Accounted For!" she called, her voice bouncing off of the buildings around. "Ready For Final Check-Off, Sir!" The officer approached, scanning the three with unfeeling eyes. "ALL MEMBERS ACCOUNTED FOR, CHECK." It began, Freyas' jaw tightening as it "spoke". "WATER RATIONS," it moved to theback, lifting the covering off of the supplies in the back. "CHECK. FOOD RATIONS, CHECK. AMMUNITION, CHECK. WEAPONS, CHECK. APPREHENSION TOOLS, CHECK. CONTAINMENT EQUIPMENT, CHECK." The list went on and on, for what, to Freya, felt like days, until the Officer finally hit the last check, and moved back to Freya. "CHECKLIST IS COMPLETED. YOUR RUN WILL BE A THIRTY DAY RUN. YOU WILL RETURN AT NIGHT." At this point, Freya mumbled along with the officer, knowing his speech word for word. "APPREHEND ANY BODY OUTSIDE OF THE OASIS. IF ANYONE IS APPREHENDED ALIVE, RETURN IMMEDIATELY. IF A DEAD BODY IS APPREHENDED, PUT THEM IN CONTAINMENT AND RETURN AS NORMAL. IF ANY TROUBLE ARISES, REPORT IT ON THE RADIO." Freya looked to the radio that was in the car, hooked in near the clutch. It was a typical radio, akin to the kind she had read were used by transporters in the times before Oasis. Above it were two screens- a GPS, and a radar; neither of them were on. At he end of the Officers' speech, she started the jeep,revving its engines. The wall opened nearby, to the large and unforgiving desert, and she drove out, turning on the GPS and Radar once the gates closed. Freya drove in silence for a while, checking behind her to see the oasis before speaking. "Well, we're out now. Buckle up, because I have a right of passage for the newcomer." She let herself smirk deviously, flicking the mirror to look at the sleeping scout, then looked ahead, to a large, ominous sand dune. "If she was seasoned she wouldn't be sleeping like that." She almost snickered, flooring it, speeding to the dune.</s> <\|message\|>Piotrek Gyrai Piotrek was up in one of the buildings around the entrance to Metro, he was watching the surrounding area and had noticed a scavenger on a bike headed for the entrance, as it was one scavenger on a bike he let him pass to the gate guards. after a while he headed back as another sniper took his place, the guards recognized him and let him in and he headed to his room and took off his gas mask and put his rifle on a rack before heading out again to get something to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan Huckaby After a nice rest he woke up. It was more that he woke up because of a nightmare he kept having. In his dream he could see shadowy figures. People had told him stories about the demons that HUSKS were. He knew it to be a farce but ever since he was a child he had nightmares. It could have been about some greater evil, perhaps the ones who made the Oasis. But he never could see what they looked like. He packed his things and disarmed his trap. Once finished he walked out and explored the town. He wasn't sure why but he felt like he needed to keep moving. Soon he found himself in front of what passed as food establishment. He ordered a few things with a smile and waited.</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Snapping her eyes open, Exo frowned for barely a second, gathering together her conscience enough to work out where she was. She hadn't really fallen asleep, just a tad more asleep than she had intended. Slamming her eyes closed against the blinding light, she sat up, just as the jeep pretty much literally jumped a massive sand dune, evicting a grunt from Exo. After the jeep had finally felt like it had settled back on the ground, she started fumbling through her pockets, fishing for something, growling softly as she couldn't find, ……… got it. Hooking a long thin strip of material out, she wrapped it round her eyes, protecting them from the sun. The material was still thin enough to see through, although it stopped the sun from getting to her eyes quite so easily. It didn't really impair her vision, but rather, saved it for the night. Exo's night vision was, by far, better than her seeing during the day, but it also meant that she sometimes had a problem with the brightness of the sun, something she was getting better at dealing with.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford Freya let out a snort of approval as the car settled, jolting everyone in it around. "First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up." She had a hint of a dry chortle in her words, glancing back at the scout. "Huh, a blindfold? I used to do that, until I found a better solution." eyes going back to the sand in front of her, she slid a pair of un-mirrored sunglasses out of her pocket. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." She tossed the glasses in the back carefully, glancing at the displays in the jeep. "The last reported inkling of a live body was north, about a days' drive. If my experience is correct, they have moved either closer- to enter the safe radius- That is, the area around the Oasis that we believe to have extensive knowledge of- or, farther into the north." Freya explained, reviewing terminology for the new scout in the back to keep silence at bay. "Rory, keep an eye on the radar. I will head to the last reported spot, and once there we will decide which rout we should take." At that moment, she let her dialogue stop, the sound of the jeep being the last noise.</s> <\|message\|>Rory Rory simply held onto the side of the jeep as the driver girl speed over a dune rather the buckle a restraint, the only sound he made during the jump was a low growling laugh but the scout had woke up and put a cloth over her eyes before Freya handed her a pair of darkened glass lenses as a shield from the sun and ordered him to watch the radar. "yes Kommandant" Rory said as he moved over to the radar. he stared at it's screen watching for anything to come up</s>	<\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong "First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up." She nodded, then snapped her head back up from searching, to see a ……… something landing in her lap. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." Carefully picking the objects up, Exo peered at them, examining them from every side before deciding they had to work like the ones the squad leader was wearing. Finding the arms, she pulled them on, carefully extracting the cloth from beneath, and tucking it back in her pocket. "Thanks" They certainly worked better than the cloth, shading out the sun, while leaving her vision pretty much unchecked. Listening silently to the report of where live body's had last been seen, Exo was definitely glad that terms were explained, she'd heard some of them before, sure, but better to have them explained once to many, than once to few.</s>
<\|description\|>Mason Stone Age: 26 Appearance: Name: Ryan Greene Age:24 Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone The air was warm, a pleasant change from the receding autumn (fall (whatever I'm Aussie)) chill. The wind smelt like salt and there was the slightest sound of water lapping against the shore, the waves illuminated by the light of the full moon beaming down upon them. Most of this would have made for a pleasant, quiet night and other day of the year. However most of it was drowned out by the party going on not five hundred metre behind him. As it stood now music blared, its volume challenged only by the voices trying to speak over it and the crackle of fire. The salt in the air was drowned out by the smell of smoke and burning wood. The light of the moon paled in comparison to the bonfire raging. The turnout looked about the same as last year. It was a tradition, every year they had a big party on the beach the night of the first full moon of spring. Luke remembered his father telling him it used to be a very sacred night amongst the original inhabitants of the land. Somewhere along the line it became a bit more… "Luke! Get your ass over here!" Commercialised. Even if it was just a bunch of coolers with drinks and someone's portable stereo playing some music. The boy glanced over his shoulder and smiled slightly before he abandoned the quiet water's edge and quickly ran back towards his friends waiting for him. "Dude! Best night ever or what?" Mason said as he threw a beer to him. The sacredness of the night may have changed slightly, but the descendants of the first people of this land were still in charge of organising the party. As it was, that meant him and his friends usually. They'd all known each other since birth virtually, so they were more like brothers than anything else. Luke merely smirked and shrugged as he put the drink down. Sometimes it did feel like they were doing this wrong, disrespecting their ancestors or something like that. Never did that feeling overwhelm him more than when he looked at the moon. So he usually made a point of avoiding it as much as possible on the night. Having spaced out for a few moments he missed Mason's next comment and the sudden shove he received caught him completely off guard and he stumbled before he collided into someone and the boy quickly turned, catching them before they feel.</s> <\|message\|>Delilah Delilah, known as Del, and Maria had met whilst Maria was visiting her cousins in the area. She'd come from Seattle, where it rained more than is did anything else combined. Her uncle lived a few miles outside Forks, which was just under half an our drive from La Push and the reservation, but was well over 3 in a car to her home. Luckily been able to fly into Fork's airport and be picked up there. This meant no car, and she had been starting to regret her haste in choice before she'd met Del. Her cousins were mostly younger than her, but none were actually her age. She'd been persuaded to go by her parents, who told her she should go and enjoy herself before she started work. She had 2 months until she moved to Florida to work in a hotel, a job which her father had secured for her. It was for a friend of his and she had been pleased at the time, but annoyed too because she didn't want people to think she couldn't get a job herself. So this was supposed to be a vacation. Sure enough, her aunt and cousins had entertained her in the house for the first few days, but since most of them were much younger than her, they soon got bored as the novelty wore off. She too, felt trapped. Her aunt was sweet, dropping her off at the Timber Museum in hopes this would occupy her. She spent time looking at the chainsaws of different ages, and smiling politely as the volunteer talked to her of what he believed were the fascinating points to the museum. She left in a daze as soon as she politely could, buying a postcard for her collection. It was too early for her aunt to collect her so she walked back into town, for it wasn't far. which was when she saw Del, who was sitting in her truck and listening to music. She'd asked the girl directions and had gotten a lift instead, the girl asking her questions as they drove. They ended up talking outside her Uncle's place for some time, and Maria arranging to be picked up the next day. Del had moved there with her step-father 2 years before. He owned a local store where Del worked most days, but she loved to be outdoors in nature. Some would have been angered at being dragged into the back end of no where, but Del seemed to love it, and through her eyes Maria began to appreciate it. Del had a couple of friends, but not having been to school there were whole life, she had struggled. A few days later, they went to the Ranger Station and then Marymere Falls and she'd enjoyed it. It was Del's friends who mentioned they were going to stay at the Quileute Oceanside Resort, which was situated on the Indian Reservation at La Push. Del said that although it was an easy drive, it was a good excuse to hang out without having to worry about their guardians. Maria happily agreed. It was going to be 3 nights and she was fascinated at the idea of an Indian Reserve. There had been 8 in total, 5 girls and 3 guys, piled into 3 cars. Del admitted she'd never been but she'd wanted to go before. They'd arrived in the late afternoon, the rest of their party having gone ahead because Del had to work. She'd tried to pursuade Maria to go without her, but Maria had been adamant she'd wait. By the time they got there, the guys were talking of having a party in their room, but Del, tired after being at work all day, declined and she and Maria chilled in their chalet. It had been Del who had become alarmed at the fire on the beach, fearing the boys had tried to impress the girls and lit some fire. There was certainly enough noise. She and Maria headed down there, hoping she could persuade them back to the chalet before they got kicked off the reservation, but as she looked at the faces, she realized she didn't know any of them. That was when Maria gave a cry of alarm that made her start, as she was caught in the arms of a guy that neither of the girls knew or even recognised. She looked wide eyed and scared, though in fact it was just shock.</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone Luke looked down at the girl in his arms and quickly took a step back, letting her go. "I'm sorry!" He quickly said, holding his hands up. "I didn't mean to I… are you alright?" Had he been the type to blush he probably would right now, as it was he was just glad that he hadn't knocked her over. It had been Mason's fault for shoving him, and he would pay later for that, but for now he just wanted to make sure the girl was alright and that he hadn't offended her or one of her friends. This perhaps was not the best way to meet people. "Smooth move Casanova!" Mason said as he practically jumped onto Luke, putting him in a head lock, the words and actions catching him off guard for a second, since all of his attention had been focused on the girl in front of him. Attempting to regain some composure Luke quickly pulled himself out of and then shoved the other boy gently, though couldn't stop the stupid grin that was now crossing his face. "Get out of here!" He growled with another smirk. Mason paused for a moment, looking confused as to whether this was just playful banter or whether Luke actually wanted him to leave. "Seriously. I'll come find you in a little bit okay?" He then turned back to the girl and smiled apologetically with a shrug. "Sorry about that…" He paused, unsure of where to proceed from here. He guessed that she was new to the area; she had that look about her, a little uncertain and scared. Or that could have just been because some random guy had suddenly crashed into her. But he didn't want to say anything. Heck he wasn't even sure if he should give his name since there was a good chance this was the only time he was ever going to see her. Which was a shame. Luke didn't exactly relish the idea of being temporarily imprinted in the girl's mind as 'that guy who bumped into me at that party last night' before fading from her memory all together. But he just didn't know what to say to make any other kind of impression.</s> <\|message\|>Delilah "I....," Maria began, as he backed away apologising, hands up like he was pleading guilty to a crime. She stood rather mute and surprised that he told his friend to leave. "No, don't worry about it. I just didn't see you. You startled me." She gave quite a sweet smile, her cheeks having little dimple in them that made her look somewhat cherubic. "We didn't mean to crash your party," said Del, looking over at Maria. "We thought... well doesn't matter. We shouldn't be gate crashing." Maria nodded, and smiled again. "Well, we should probably get back," she said sheepishly. "We're staying at the resort, we just thought our friends might be out here." He was kind of cute, Maria thought, blushing a little as she stepped back to join Del. She seemed to have something on her mind and spoke it without hestiation. "Were you celebrating something?"</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone Seeing that he wasn't about to be reprimanded for an accident Luke allowed himself to relax, his attention skipping between both girls as they spoke but he made a point to not interrupt until he was given a question to answer. It seemed like the polite thing to do when you just ran into a girl after all. "Um… not really… tradition I guess? It's just something we've always done." He answered cryptically, since he really wasn't sure how to answer it. They always came down here because that's just what they've always done. It's what his parents had done before him and so on. As far as he knew there wasn't a real reason. "You're both welcome to join us if you'd like." He offered as he glanced back down towards the beach. There weren't many people there, maybe a dozen or so if you excluded his friends. Mostly just the children of the reserve, ages varied from as young as twelve up to around twenty six, so it was hardly what someone would consider an adult party. In saying that though he couldn't remember too many times outsides had joined them unless they were dating someone from the reserve. "I mean it's not gate crashing if you're invited right?"</s> <\|message\|>Delilah Maria smiled quite happily. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" she said, looking past him at the rest, then looked to Del. "Wht do you think?" Del shrugged. "How often do you get invited to stay at a party after you crash it?" she said with a grin. Maria turned to look at him, clearly happy. "I'm Maria. Since you're inviting us, you should probably know our names. And this is Del." Del half raised a hand, not a wave but like she was volunteering herself. "We're hoping to explore the reserve in the morning," Maria continued. "Maybe you ca give us some pointers?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mason Stone Luke shrugged slightly. "It is public property." He reminded them as he turned and began making his way back to the beach. "I don't think you can technically crash a party in a public place… and if you can then it suits us right." He said with a small grin before stopping as they introduced themselves, turning back slightly. "Luke." He introduced himself, leading the way down to the fire where his friends were. Mason waved slightly, though gave him a slight quizzical look at the two strange girls following him. He simply shrugged in reply. Sure, they didn't usually have strangers at these types of things but it's not like someone had said they weren't allowed to. "Yeah, bring bug repellent, waterproof clothes… don't stray off the paths." He could have gone on but if they were new to the area he didn't want to scare them off too much. He sat down by the fire, inviting the girls to join him, two blonde boys looking fairly curious at the new arrivals. "Uhh… Del, Maria, these are my friends, Mason and Ryan." Both boys looked to each other for a few moments before they smiled and nodded, giving the girls a friendly smile and greeting. They both appeared to be around the girl's age, Mason was some inches taller than Chase, though had a fairly standard build, he was fit, lean athletic muscles was a nice balanced skin tone, he wasn't tanned but it look like he got out too. He had short, spiked honey blonde hair and golden eyes. Ryan was a little shorter than both of the boys, but had a lot more muscle definition, a deeper tan and dark sandy blonde hair with dark brown eyes. A few tribal looking tattoos could be seen peeking out from beneath his shirt sleeves.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Smith CS Age: 17 Appearance: Year of Education: 11 (Junior Year) Favourite Subject: Auto Shop, with the real-life aspects of Physics too Personality (optional): Jack is a naturally charismatic guy who attracts attention from people whether he wants it or not. This means he has had to evolve into the defacto leader in many cases, and his voice is one that is widely listened to and respected among peers for his fairness. A kind kid who treats everyone with as much respect as they deserve, Jack is not one to shy away from dealing swift punishment to those who are cruel, and this is another reason that many of the younger or vulnerable students tend to recognise him as a friend and an ally, a notion Jack uses to his advantage for late assignments or difficult homework. Background (optional): TBR Significant Relationships: Since he was a child, he had been good friends with Robyn Capuche. They played together at school and sat together. One day, Robyn didn't show up for school. A week later she came back, a different girl. More secluded, quieter, less outgoing. Jack, being the chatty kid he was, took it upon himself to make her feel better. They bonded over her grief where she leaned on Jack for support, and he leaned on her because he had never had an honest, true friend. To this day they are inseparable. Always side-by-side, they ate lunch, hung out, grew up together. Other: Jack is partially deaf and so wears a hearing aid. He also knows sign language which he uses when he does not have his aid with him. A member of the swim team who competed at national level.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche "Alright, everyone run a mile!" Robyn smiled as once again their class got in trouble. Most of the people thought she was crazy for loving to run, but for some reason, she absolutely loved to do it. She took off at a sprint around the outside of the track, easily surpassing the people that started before her. She nodded to her friends and glared at her enemies and easily made it to the finish line before even the front person made their third lap. She smiled at the P.E. teacher and he rolled his eyes. "Get inside Capuche, and go take a shower. We're done for the day after this. I don't understand why the rest of the students can't be like you." She smiled at this comment as well and took off at a jog toward the school. She loved the feel of her heart beating rapidly in her chest and the losing of strength in her legs. She didn't know why, but she loved it all. She yanked the door to the gym open and headed for the locker rooms. On the way, she passed a few of the students and she smiled and nodded to them. They smiled back, though they had no idea who she even was. Robyn dodged into one of the girls' locker rooms and immediately headed for the shower, stripping off her clothing as she did. She left them on the side, placing newer, fresher clothing down next to the shower. She pulled the curtain closed and stepped into the soothing cold water. The freezing, almost ice water ran down over her back and sent shivers down her spine, but it soothed her sore muscles perfectly. She grabbed her shampoo and massaged at her hair, feeling a slight headache coming on. She quickly rinsed it out and was about to put on her condition when suddenly, a jet of ice cold water shot out at her before shutting completely off. The lights above her sputtered and flared out before completely going into darkness. She looked around confusedly and heard some of the students in the hallway freaking out. She peered out around the curtain to the shower and looked into the locker room. There was no one else in there, as far as she could tell, but it was pitch black. She quickly grabbed her towel, dried herself off, and slipped into her new clothes, not bothering to pull on any shoes. She walked out of the locker room and saw that it was pitch black there too. What was going on? Someone ran by her, crying and sobbing, whispering, "He disappeared! He just disappeared! Mr. Riley is gone! An eclipse happened and he was gone!" Mr. Riley was the gym teacher. What did the student mean by he just disappeared?! Suddenly, she heard Jack's loud voice down the hallway and she was filled with relief. At least her childhood friend was safe. She immediately ran down the hallway, heading toward his voice. Because it was pitch black, though, she ran directly into one of the water fountains. She let out a gasp of pain and moved out from around the drinking fountain, massaging her now bruised thigh. She sighed and kept limping toward Jack's voice. There were about five or six kids around him at the time and she couldn't help herself. She shoved passed them all and grabbed Jack in a huge hug. "Thank God you're alright."</s> <\|message\|>Avi Raclaw Avi was sitting in the music room alone, his electric guitar lying flat on his lap. On the guitar sat a paper, and in his right hand Avi was holding a pen. On the paper was written in messy handwriting: Fly or fall it's all a game Live or die it's all the same Think about it, feel the pain I am slowly going insane There is no meaning We're all alone Prove me wrong Lead me home x2 Avi smiled. Finally, he had finished writing the first part of his first song. He already had the tune ready, so he stood up, put the paper and pen on the chair and took the guitar into his hands. He started playing the music, his fingers running like water over the guitar strings, every note landing with perfect timing. He sang the words, feeling the excitement rising to his chest. This sounds really good. He reached the last line and closed his eyes, feeling the music and words enter his heart. His pick fell on the guitar strings for the last chord. But instead of hearing the Em chord as expected, all he heard was a loud crackle and then utter silence. He opened his eyes, but to no avail. All was pitch black. The next thing he noticed was the chill in the air. What the hell? He could hear people starting to shout outside the room, so putting the guitar down he managed to somehow reach the door without tripping over anything. He opened the door and looked out. All he could see was little flashes of light. It took him a moment to realize the flashes were phones that people were using for light. Why didn't I think of that. He took out his phone, and started walking down the corridor until he reached an intersection. Turn right or keep going straight? The teachers room was right, so he decided to go in that direction. Maybe the teachers would know what was going on. He turned, and almost immediately heard a voice coming from further down the hallway. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class." Jack Smith. Avi didn't know him too well, but he remembered getting into a discussion with him once about music, and Avi tried to explain to him the genius behind the science of music. Jack didn't get it. But other than that Avi knew Jack to be a good person, so he decided to follow his orders. It was nice having someone in-charge in a time of complete disorientation. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well." Avi certainly did not have any answers, but he did have many questions. Like why was Jack giving directions? Where did the teachers disappear to? Why is there no light? Why was it suddenly so cold? What the fuck?</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Smith Jack stood in the centre of the bubbling crowd. It had started off as one person from each classroom but others from different corridors and classes had left theirs and wandered until they were attracted to the phones like a moth to a flame. He was worried he had made the wrong choice. He wasn't particularly intelligent, like many of the people here who could sort this problem out by the end of the day and be home by supper. He wasn't stupid, he was smart in a technical, practical way, but this wasn't something you could unscrew and replace the battery. But you can't think like that when you're faced with what you're faced with. He was on good terms with almost everyone, which could make problem solving and mediating easier, he was good with people which would make crowd control simpler, he had some other, outside skills too, which could be handy. Jack repeated these things to himself in his head, over and over and over again until he might've believed it if the recurring question 'What's going on, Jack?' was a question he knew the answer to. "Alriiiight, one at a time people, one a time. This is tricky, bare with me," Jack said over the anxious chatter of the crowd. "Number one, I do not know what is going on. One of the science nerds said it was an eclipse, and he's currently brainstorming with the others. If anything comes of that, I will let you know," he said, over-pronouncing the last phrase of the sentence. The crowd were not best pleased by his response. Like it or not, that's what you're goddamn getting, he thought. "Number two, I do not know where the teachers have gone. They're just gone. Does anyone know if any teachers are left? At all? Alright, can someone go check all the classrooms for me? Report back once you've checked every room in the building, clear?" Jack ordered into the darkness, and was sent back a high-pitched young boys voice then the rapid patter of footsteps. Some little kid who wanted to help the big kids. "Number three, I do not know why it's so cold. It's looking like everyone got the shiver at exactly the same time. It's a... mass thing, I suppose, something that affected everyone. That's all we can figure out," he replied to the questions cawing out in the dark like crows trying to communicate. As the crowd quieted, and intelligent conversation started to take place begging the question of what?, Aria ran forth from the black velvet. A young kid who was crazy smart, Jack liked her a lot. When she first came to the school, she was bullied quite badly. He stepped in and said that it wouldn't be a good idea to continue on their current course (thankfully backed up by some jocks, because there was no way Jack could take on that crowd himself). They helped each other out now, like symbiosis, where he ensured she got everything she needed and she did the odd piece of homework for him. She spoke to him about the paper, laughably, and mentioned the computers. "Hey, look, don't worry about the homework right now. That's something to sort out when we figure this out, but the computers thing is interesting, as is the solar flare. So you're saying that the only electronics still working are ones that weren't plugged in?" Jack half-asked, half-pondered. It was interesting. Maybe they could plug something in and see if it stopped working. If not, maybe it was just the breakers and that needed resetting? "Alright, Aria, listen to me carefully. You remember when you first got here and those assholes would bully you, yeah? Fuck 'em. You're a fully fledged badass now. I need you to be the voice of me for a while, and I need you to go to the library and take them to the auditorium. You tell them I sent you. You get them to the auditorium, and then you come find me," Jack said. The authority growing in his voice felt comfortable, like it was a pet cat who had been lying still until you stroked it and it started purring, appreciating the comfort. When he finished speaking to Aria, a familiar voice broke the black. Robyn was alright. She collided with him and sent him stumbling back, but he held his footing. "I'm glad you're okay too. Listen, I want you to tell me everything you know so far, but first we have to sort these kids out. Tell the leaders here to get their classes to the auditorium, and to wait there. Get them seated, and get them quiet. Wait there for me, and be careful. I heard you smash your damn hip from over here," Jack joked, grinning to himself in the darkness. Jack turned his flashlight to outside of the circle and saw two pale shades hanging in the air like smudges on the inky black canvas. "You and you, come here," he said as he snuck closer, extremely worried that some kind of angry ghost would leap out from its cover and attack him. But it wasn't. A sullen kid he didn't recognise who looked at Jack distrustfully, and Avi, a musician who Jack had spoke to a few times. "Avi, good to see you. Anything to tell from up your way?" Jack asked but he carried on before he could answer. Formalities, in this situation. "Look, we're getting all the students in the auditorium to keep track of them. Robyn is organising all the leaders the now, but can you go with her? Once you get to the auditorium, just, I don't know, occupy them. You're good with a guitar, think of something, would you please? I'd be eternally grateful, buddy," Jack said. He really wasn't asking, to be fair. This wasn't the time nor circumstance to be asking for a favour. It was a time where order had to be restored quickly so that the situation could be dealt with in a manner that allowed efficiency. And what everyone needed now was some order and efficiency. Jack turned to the other boy slinking in the shadows. "You, kid, you're being deputised. I'm going to need your help. Do you have a phone? We need to go around the school and clear the classrooms, and then bring them down to the auditorium. We gotta keep them close and quiet and chilled out, understand?" Jack asked, wondering why he looked at Jack like he was Pol Pot. Jack turned on his heel. The entire school had gotten quiet, not the students but the creaking of the structure and sound of the floors and doors had stopped. Pipes no longer had water running through them. Heating had turned off. The situation had gone flashing red button bad. And when the silence of the world had reached a crushing point where eardrums wanted to implode, a shriek sounded through the air, like a banshee, the omen of death. The cry wasn't one of terror or sadness, but it was angry and hateful and full of anguish, something that could only be made by searching the depths of a soul to find everything wrong with it. The cry whimpered and Jack's heart felt weak, like he had lost something important to him. and all he wanted to do was curl up and weep until his skin dried up and cracked and his bones crunched under footsteps. And at the moment when you thought the cry of evil would quieten to nothing, a thousand more voices joined its symphony and his body just wanted to tear itself apart to stop the heartache killing him first. The chorus softened until it had disappeared and Jack sat for a moment, simply wondering how anyone could live after that and want to keep on surviving when he remembered he had people to save, not that he felt it was worth it at all. Jack stood, knees weak, heart empty, soul vacant. "Let's go," he said feebly to the other boy.</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Smith The sun blazed vengefully, as if it had been attacked and was now throwing its almighty retribution upon those who have aggrieved it. Jack Smith was sitting in English, a blank page with his name scrawled in the margin. He leaned back, swinging in the treacle heat, every movement stifled by the exhaustive heat. His head craned back and gazed at the neon lights, the luminosity blinding him. Jack stared on. "Mr Smith? Everything okay?" Mr Reynam asked, the sickly sarcastic tone evident in his reedy voice. "As always, sir, as always," Jack replied, deadpan. He didn't move, the secreted giggles of his class mates and the tired sigh escaping the weary heart of his teacher signal enough that he had finished the conversation. He thought about last night, about Robyn. Robyn was Jack's bestfriend for years. He appreciated that. She was chill, honest, a good laugh, smart, and as Jack has begun to notice, attractive. A shameful thought, that was his best friend, how could he? Through the slits in the window blinds Jack could feel the seeping heat of Sol. It glared angrily upon the Earth. He melted gracefully in the warmth. But in a crescendo of light, a magnificent final display of the finest orchestra in the history of ever, something that if truly witnessed could force an emotionless vessel to his knees and weep for the beauty of everything in that very moment, of the poetic dance of the atoms in the air and land, the sun stopped being. The desks and chairs in the classroom collectively shook as the students shivered. It wasn't cold, but it was so damn cold. The class blackened infinitely. It drowned the noise and buried it like a dead pet in the backyard. Mr Reynam, who was stood at the window seemed to spill away onto another layer of reality. The classroom was stunned. People looked at one another, but nothing was exchanged. A kid sat next to him in the drowning black spoke. "What in the fucking fuck..." he asked. Jack turned around despite the fact that no-one could see in the dark. "Nerds," Jack said affectionately. "What's happening?" A nasaly voice in the corner replied. "It's an eclipse, but Jack, there's not supposed to be another eclipse for, well shit, a while. Is there any signal on your phone?" the voice asked. Jack pulled his phone out. No signal. "Nope." The voice remained quiet. Another voice spoke up though. "Sun flare with an eclipse? But why aren't the phones out...?" it pondered. Jack stood up. "Wait here a minute." Jack bumped his way to the door and opened it. It was just as dark out here. Doors creaked open. "Guys!" he shouted into the depths. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class," he said, the worries vibes of the students reaching Jack. People scampered up to him, a group of five or six sheepishly standing around. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well."</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson Valerie wasn't entirely sure what was happening. Everything was plodding along like normal, less than five minutes ago. Valerie had been sat in chemistry class, absently messing with the Bunsen burner flame in front of her as her lab partner rattled of the next step of the experiment they were supposed to be doing. Her partner, Angela, was nice enough, but the word 'interesting' certainly did not apply to her. Valerie nodded politely and carried out the method read out to her, wondering how long till the end of the lesson. She was gazing absently at the clock, its hands as slow as if ticking through treacle... when It happened. If only she knew what 'It' was. Her world plunged into darkness, and she felt the ground shake violently as though the earth was roaring. And the noise...something spectacular was happening but she, sat in this insignificantly classroom with her back to the window, wasn't able to bear witness to it. The flames of Bunsen burners all blinked out almost instantaneously and a frantic chatter broke out. Valerie nearly toppled off her chair as she fumbled for the edge of her desk to stop herself from losing her balance entirely. Angela was murmuring wildly, her tone fluctuating rapidly as she tried to work out what was happening and Valerie merely blinked, forcing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She felt herself shiver and then realised it was from the cold that had unfolded silently in the absence of the light. "What happened? I can't see anything! It's freezing!" "Mrs Rodgers...she was helping me f-f-ix my solution...she just vanished! Like, literally! Flashed out of existence!" "Oh, shit! I just dropped my phone in the hydrochloric acid!" Valerie, her feet itching with adrenaline, leapt off her chair and headed towards the doorway. She needed to move. Something freaky had happened and no way was she simply going to sit and wait for someone - she was a get-up-and-go type of person. A few others had a similar idea and she had to squeeze past them out the doorway. The corridor beyond them didn't illuminate the situation. Literally; the lights were out there too and she had to squint to see what was going on. It only occurred to her to use her phone as light when she saw other doing it to. Grinning at her idiocy - for how else can you react in a situation as bizarre as this? - she slipped the cool, metallic object out her pocket and held it out in front of herself like a lantern. Kids streamed past her, their faces frozen in mirrored expressions of confusion, irritation and fear. She saw someone yelling at the end of the corridor and made a beeline for them, relieved that some sort of order was beginning to form amidst the chaos. Maybe a teacher had shown up to shed some sort of light on what exactly was happening. But it appeared the source was no older than her - a guy, yelling orders about designated leaders, or something. Unthinkingly, she glided forward, determined to be involved in whatever was happening. She hated this sickening disorientation of having such a familiar routine destroyed without even a shred of an answer to how, why, what or who. And the whole thing seemed way too elaborate - too large, too real - to be a prank. She pushed her way forward. "This is just crazy - where are the teachers? And why is it so cold?" she felt herself babble as much to herself as anyone else, trembling both from the cold and fear of the unknown.</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose 1:27 PM. That's what Cecil's watch said, the dots between the hours and minutes flickering with each painful second. Almost an hour left of class, and Cecil was already fighting sleep. He cradled his jaw in his palm and cast his eyes at the sheaf of lined paper below him, trying to hide his bowing eyelids - the topmost page, naked of any ink, reflected his thoughts. This is how he often spent his time in English 40. There was nothing to learn that interested him. He didn't care about variables or aestheticism. Telling a story was dead simple, you just did it. And everyone else either liked it or they didn't - it didn't matter to him. His head snapped back up and he realized he had drifted off. For how long? He checked his watch. 1:29 Cecil sighed quietly and snagged the bottle of water from in front of him. He closed his eyes, tipping his chin, bottle and chair back in equal measure - then something hit him, hit his spine like a bolt of lightning. His muscles convulsed in a wrenching shiver, sending his chair over sideways, and he fell back into the corner of the room. Regret instantly filled him, flush with the pang of embarrassment. It took him a moment to realize his world was dark, and panic washed away all else. I'm blind. Oh fuck, I'm blind. What the fuck did I do? It was only when he heard the other voices that his frantic mind quieted. "...can't see..." "...what happened..." "...some kind of eclipse..." Fragments of disembodied speech filled the room. Cecil stood, feeling his way up the wall behind him. If it was an eclipse, the light would return momentarily, and he only had to wait. Hopefully it hid his wipeout, too. Only one thing was curious to him: Mrs. Foster, the short, plump and talkative English teacher was strangely absent from the calls of the others. Maybe she's having a panic attack, Cecil thought, a slight wry smile touching his lips. It was then he heard the calls from the hallway. A male student's voice bounced between the walls, quieting the others. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone." There was an air of realization, and then a dozen faint lights began to dance in the air of the classroom, drawing silhouettes of young men and women before him. Cecil smirked once again. Not everyone has a phone. He included himself on the list; sadly, it left him at a disadvantage in that situation. The ambient blue glow from the other students was enough to light his way, however, and he quietly shuffled through the doorway and into the looming dark beyond. The source of the voice became apparent: Jack Smith, a loud-mouthed kid he'd seen around the school. He always seemed to be the centre of attention, talking over the quieter students with a self-satisfied light in his eyes. Cecil never liked the way he spoke, and his next words were all but appropriate to how Cecil discerned his character. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes," Jack said in his smug tone. "Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well." Once again, Cecil thought, standing still in the shadows two rooms down from Jack. A kid who thinks he's the most important thing on the planet. He contended himself with observing the influx of students, only one thing rousing him from his cynical stare. Where are the teachers?</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Smith Jack stood in the centre of the bubbling crowd. It had started off as one person from each classroom but others from different corridors and classes had left theirs and wandered until they were attracted to the phones like a moth to a flame. He was worried he had made the wrong choice. He wasn't particularly intelligent, like many of the people here who could sort this problem out by the end of the day and be home by supper. He wasn't stupid, he was smart in a technical, practical way, but this wasn't something you could unscrew and replace the battery. But you can't think like that when you're faced with what you're faced with. He was on good terms with almost everyone, which could make problem solving and mediating easier, he was good with people which would make crowd control simpler, he had some other, outside skills too, which could be handy. Jack repeated these things to himself in his head, over and over and over again until he might've believed it if the recurring question 'What's going on, Jack?' was a question he knew the answer to. "Alriiiight, one at a time people, one a time. This is tricky, bare with me," Jack said over the anxious chatter of the crowd. "Number one, I do not know what is going on. One of the science nerds said it was an eclipse, and he's currently brainstorming with the others. If anything comes of that, I will let you know," he said, over-pronouncing the last phrase of the sentence. The crowd were not best pleased by his response. Like it or not, that's what you're goddamn getting, he thought. "Number two, I do not know where the teachers have gone. They're just gone. Does anyone know if any teachers are left? At all? Alright, can someone go check all the classrooms for me? Report back once you've checked every room in the building, clear?" Jack ordered into the darkness, and was sent back a high-pitched young boys voice then the rapid patter of footsteps. Some little kid who wanted to help the big kids. "Number three, I do not know why it's so cold. It's looking like everyone got the shiver at exactly the same time. It's a... mass thing, I suppose, something that affected everyone. That's all we can figure out," he replied to the questions cawing out in the dark like crows trying to communicate. As the crowd quieted, and intelligent conversation started to take place begging the question of what?, Aria ran forth from the black velvet. A young kid who was crazy smart, Jack liked her a lot. When she first came to the school, she was bullied quite badly. He stepped in and said that it wouldn't be a good idea to continue on their current course (thankfully backed up by some jocks, because there was no way Jack could take on that crowd himself). They helped each other out now, like symbiosis, where he ensured she got everything she needed and she did the odd piece of homework for him. She spoke to him about the paper, laughably, and mentioned the computers. "Hey, look, don't worry about the homework right now. That's something to sort out when we figure this out, but the computers thing is interesting, as is the solar flare. So you're saying that the only electronics still working are ones that weren't plugged in?" Jack half-asked, half-pondered. It was interesting. Maybe they could plug something in and see if it stopped working. If not, maybe it was just the breakers and that needed resetting? "Alright, Aria, listen to me carefully. You remember when you first got here and those assholes would bully you, yeah? Fuck 'em. You're a fully fledged badass now. I need you to be the voice of me for a while, and I need you to go to the library and take them to the auditorium. You tell them I sent you. You get them to the auditorium, and then you come find me," Jack said. The authority growing in his voice felt comfortable, like it was a pet cat who had been lying still until you stroked it and it started purring, appreciating the comfort. When he finished speaking to Aria, a familiar voice broke the black. Robyn was alright. She collided with him and sent him stumbling back, but he held his footing. "I'm glad you're okay too. Listen, I want you to tell me everything you know so far, but first we have to sort these kids out. Tell the leaders here to get their classes to the auditorium, and to wait there. Get them seated, and get them quiet. Wait there for me, and be careful. I heard you smash your damn hip from over here," Jack joked, grinning to himself in the darkness. Jack turned his flashlight to outside of the circle and saw two pale shades hanging in the air like smudges on the inky black canvas. "You and you, come here," he said as he snuck closer, extremely worried that some kind of angry ghost would leap out from its cover and attack him. But it wasn't. A sullen kid he didn't recognise who looked at Jack distrustfully, and Avi, a musician who Jack had spoke to a few times. "Avi, good to see you. Anything to tell from up your way?" Jack asked but he carried on before he could answer. Formalities, in this situation. "Look, we're getting all the students in the auditorium to keep track of them. Robyn is organising all the leaders the now, but can you go with her? Once you get to the auditorium, just, I don't know, occupy them. You're good with a guitar, think of something, would you please? I'd be eternally grateful, buddy," Jack said. He really wasn't asking, to be fair. This wasn't the time nor circumstance to be asking for a favour. It was a time where order had to be restored quickly so that the situation could be dealt with in a manner that allowed efficiency. And what everyone needed now was some order and efficiency. Jack turned to the other boy slinking in the shadows. "You, kid, you're being deputised. I'm going to need your help. Do you have a phone? We need to go around the school and clear the classrooms, and then bring them down to the auditorium. We gotta keep them close and quiet and chilled out, understand?" Jack asked, wondering why he looked at Jack like he was Pol Pot. Jack turned on his heel. The entire school had gotten quiet, not the students but the creaking of the structure and sound of the floors and doors had stopped. Pipes no longer had water running through them. Heating had turned off. The situation had gone flashing red button bad. And when the silence of the world had reached a crushing point where eardrums wanted to implode, a shriek sounded through the air, like a banshee, the omen of death. The cry wasn't one of terror or sadness, but it was angry and hateful and full of anguish, something that could only be made by searching the depths of a soul to find everything wrong with it. The cry whimpered and Jack's heart felt weak, like he had lost something important to him. and all he wanted to do was curl up and weep until his skin dried up and cracked and his bones crunched under footsteps. And at the moment when you thought the cry of evil would quieten to nothing, a thousand more voices joined its symphony and his body just wanted to tear itself apart to stop the heartache killing him first. The chorus softened until it had disappeared and Jack sat for a moment, simply wondering how anyone could live after that and want to keep on surviving when he remembered he had people to save, not that he felt it was worth it at all. Jack stood, knees weak, heart empty, soul vacant. "Let's go," he said feebly to the other boy.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche Robyn didn't know whether to be grateful or horrified that Jack was in charge, but when he asked her to take all of the students to the auditorium, she did not argue, though she did give a small smile to him making fun of her for hurting herself a little ways down the hallway. Grabbing the hair tie from around her wrist, she quickly pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. At that moment, Jack was talking to an unusual lad named Avi, telling him to follow her down to the auditorium and distract everyone from what is going on. She placed her two pinky fingers in her mouth and let out a high pitched whistle, yelling, "Everyone, follow me!" Doing the smart thing this time, she grabbed her phone and flipped it on, flipping to the flashlight app on her phone. She held it up to where people could see her and that's when the cry started. She looked around, staring into the blackness to see if she could see anything, or at least figure out where the cry was coming from. She couldn't and she saw Jack fall to his knees. She wanted to reach out to him, but she was frozen in her spot. It was as if nails had been shoved through the top of her feet, pinning her down to the ground. The cries sent chills down her spine and she squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away from the darkness as a flood of horrid memories washed over her. Blood. Blood everywhere. On the trees, across the tents, in the flowers on the bushes. She stumbled her way through the camp, grabbing at things that had been knocked over, grabbing her small bunny rabbit plushie that was now drenched with blood. She looked around, wondering what had caused this, hoping that the only thing hurt was her mother's finger or a small animal. But then she came across the fire pit. Across it lay her mother, still bleeding from a wound in her neck, though she was already dead. Her skull was crushed inward, probably crushing her brain. Her eyes were wide and lifeless. Robyn did not cry. A few feet away, she saw her father, the same way, but with his arm completely missing and his head half torn off his body. Yet she still did not cry. Instead, she sat between her two parents, taking their hands in each of hers, and waited for the police. She only cried when the morgue people took them away from her. Why didn't she cry any other time? Robyn let out a gasp and blinked, looking around as the cry faded. Pain punctured her heart and she turned around to see a few of the students staring at her. They all looked alone and fearful as well. She clutched her chest, tears starting to well up in her eyes, and murmured, "Let's go." Not seeing if anyone was following her, she began walked toward the auditorium. She looked around, still wondering where those horrific cries came from, but she could not find the source. She led all of them down the hallway and to the right, straight toward the auditorium. Holding the door open for each of them, she began yelling, "Stay with your classes! Keep calm. Leaders! Make sure everyone is here and no one runs off, got it?!" She heard a few murmurs and looked back toward the direction where Jack was. What the hell is going on?!</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose The noise - Cecil couldn't call it a scream, it was completely inhuman - rattled inside his skull, causing him to flinch back, eyes wide. His head flailed, trying to find the source, but he could not see beyond the infinite and unnatural darkness in the halls. Fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, squeezing him dry of anything else. When it finally ended, Cecil forced himself to breathe again, drawing up as straight as he could stand. There was nothing else, until Jack spoke again. "Let's go," he said, igniting a wildfire of fearful whimpers and whispers from the other students. Cecil chuckled passively, a sound almost lost in the din of worry. He had donned his armour of indifference, the only thing he could do to prevent himself from panicking like the rest. "Pretty sure anyone here can find their own way to the auditorium," he said, stepping towards Jack. Cecil stood nearly a hand's length taller, and he declined his head to meet the other student's eyes. "Shouldn't we try to turn the lights on? Or maybe figure out what the fuck that sound was?" There must be something in the basement they could do, until the sun came out of hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson After Valerie had offered to help, the kid who'd originally suggested to find light, had snapped something at the younger girl, who was clearly in the middle of some kind of internal turmoil following the shriek - or whatever that horrific noise was. She felt a prickle of sympathy. This freak event was clearly affecting some people more than others (whether that fear and confusion was manifesting obviously, or as anger) and she, herself, allowed herself to bask in a few seconds of relief that it had not penetrated her sanity yet. She still felt reasonably calm and collected. Though chillingly, it seemed it was only a matter of time. When she glanced down at her white hands, she saw they were trembling. When Jack - who somehow appeared to have the title leader thrust upon him and had accepted it, with a maturity that surpassed many of the idiots at this school - spoke up and addressed her, she jumped a little, skittering on the cheap lino of the corridors. It seemed odd to hear her name in the foreign new world that had formed less than half an hour ago, full of the terrifying and downright bizarre. She blinked, regarding him with her attention as she edged forward slightly to hear what he was saying. Kids shuffled across to allow her forward. "Hi Val, thanks, but we have a plan first. I don't know what the state of the electric grid is like for the school so I don't want anyone touching it yet. Could crisp you up," he replied to her statement and she grimaced at the visual image, realising he was probably right. Whilst this new, shadowy, teacherless environment was unappealing, death by electrocution was even less so. For now, at least. She ran a nervous, trembling hand through her hair, as the dangers of this unknown environment seemed to hit her like she'd been dowsed in ice water. She recoiled slightly, visibly. "You can however go and see if there is a disconnected generator and some heavy duty lights. Come find me as soon as you get back, I want to make sure everyone is safe. Take this fucker with you," Jack said and Val's eyes widened to saucer-like proportions as she realised she was being actually tasked to do something that was vaguely necessary. She was the background type - people didn't usually trust her with things, not even the teachers, and the feeling of responsibility made her both nervous and excited she could finally do something useful. Gulping, she nodded eagerly and glanced across at the aforementioned boy, opening her mouth to introduce herself (she didn't remember him from any of her classes). Before she could say anything, Jack had already stepped forward and yanked the kid in a startlingly quick motion that caused Valerie to totter back slightly, not wanting to get caught up in anything violent. "You speak to her with respect, dipshit," he spat, referring to the sweet-looking girl the kid had snapped at and when she caught snippets of the rest of what he was saying; Jack, ordering the other kid to listen to Val's, her, instructions - her, of all people! - she nearly blurted her surprise out loud, but managed to swallow back whatever sentiment she'd been about to voice at the last moment. She opened and closed her mouth twice, as complaints and doubts surged through her thoughts but eventually, they sank back into the depths of her mind as she realised it was more important to stay focused, at the present. Disconnected generator, map of the school it was, she thought determinedly and forced herself to step forward again, her phone still lighting her immediate aura and offered a smile to the guy when Jack released him. "Guess we'd better get going, before the banshee - or whatever - strikes again, and so we can regroup in the auditorium. I'm Val, by the way" she said, trying to project a calm, collected image but her tone still wavered slightly. She nodded down the corridor in the direction that looked the most promising, as a bearing for their course of action</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche She heard the screams long before she saw the children running down the hallway. She turned to see a horde of the young children sprinting toward her, much older teens at their head. They get all of the younger children into the auditorium first. "What happened? What's going on?" No one would answer her. They all panicked into the auditorium. Finally, getting frustrated with the lack of an answer, she grabbed the last oldest teen out of the line and spun him toward her. She glared at him furiously and said slowly, "What in the hell just happened?" "M-monsters. Demons. Something outside the window. Jack. Jack was there!" The student's rambling made no sense, but Robyn caught the words monster and Jack and that was all she needed to hear. She grabbed the kid by his collar and yanked him toward her, her dark eyes becoming wide and scary. "Pull your fucking self together, dude," she growled at him in a low tone. Immediately, his sad whimpering stopped. "I need you to get in there and take care of those kids. Once we figure out what the hell is going on, then you will be the first to know. Now, pull yourself together and try not to freak the other children out. Calm them down. I'm going to go find Jack." He nodded slowly, his eyes still a little red from unshed tears of terror, but she didn't care. She needed to find her friend. She shoved him into the auditorium and propped the door open, looking around. She retraced in her mind where those children had come from and took off in that direction. She knew that she shouldn't have left the teens alone in the auditorium, but she needed to find Jack. If something happened to him, she would only blame herself because she wasn't with him. She walked down the hallway, holding up her phone for light. She took a left turn and started walking down that hallway. Everything was deathly quiet. She couldn't even hear the students anymore. She walked a little further until suddenly, her phone light flickered and went out, plunging her into deep darkness. She scowled at her phone, hitting it on the side of her palm. The light flickered for a moment before her phone died completely. "Well, shit," she swore under her breath, looking around for a form of light source. She couldn't see anything. She sighed and began walking again, holding out her hands in front of her. She felt around for a locker or a wall so she could figure out where she was. Her fingers tips just barely brushed over a wall when suddenly she felt cold. Very cold. A chill ran down her spine and suddenly, in the darkness, she could see her white breath in front of her. Why did it get so cold suddenly? They didn't have to die, you know, a murmur told her. It was a fading whisper, as if someone was brushing passed her and continued walking. She shivered as she felt another chill run down her spine. You could have saved them, but no. You decided to be selfish and have fun instead. You could've caught their killer. "W-what?" Robyn stuttered out, whipping around. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back her panic and fear. She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" A deep chuckle echoed through the hallway and she whipped around, looking for the source. You don't remember me? Ah, such a shame, one so young had to live this long. There was another chuckle and Robyn spun around again. Panic rose in her chest and clogged her throat. She wished she had some form of weapon. That would make her feel so much better. "Where the fuck are you?!" she screamed at the darkness. I am always with you, Robyn. Come on, you remember me. The smooth deep bass voice echoed down the hallway. I remember it all. The rush of blood as it poured out onto the ground. The satisfying crack of your mother's skull. Ripping your father's head almost off his body with just my bare teeth. The voice sounded almost gleeful. Robyn felt sick to her stomach, realization dawning on her on who this is. "You're him," she murmured, her ponytail whipping across her face as she looked for this man. "You're the man who killed my parents." "Ding ding ding! We've got a winner," a now solidified voice said from behind her. She turned around quickly and saw a young man standing behind her. He looked... normal. He had short brown hair and darkened blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her, but behind the smile, she saw malice and disgusting lust for blood. He began walking toward her and she backed up rapidly. "Oh, come now, Robyn. You don't remember me. Close your eyes and think hard now." He talked to her like she was still a young child. That voice... How he talked sounded familiar. "Come on now, Robyn," one of the police officers said, his cap pulled low over his face. "I need you to tell me if you saw anything sweetie. Maybe a man?" She had shaken her head. "No, I didn't see anyone." She noticed him smile, but hadn't thought of it at the time. Her head flew up and she stared at him. Sure enough, her mind put him in a uniform. He was the exact same guy. "You were the police officer who took my statement!" He laughed loudly. "But you can't be here! How are you--" Suddenly, she saw a light flare up in the distance. She squinted at it and noticed it was toward the end of the hallway. She whipped around to look for the man, but he was gone. There was no trace of him ever being there. She looked around for a good five minutes, hoping to find him, but he wasn't there. Maybe it was my imagination she thought to herself, tapping her phone to see if she could get it to turn on. It did and it once again lit up the hallway. But it felt so real. How is that possible? Shaking her head, she began walking again. She managed to make it down the hallway and into another hallway where she saw Jack making his way back to the auditorium. "Jack!" she yelled and ran after him. She slid to a stop next to him and grabbed his arm. "Some of the other students told me about those... things. Are you alright?" She looked at him worriedly, but she couldn't help the cold tingle that ran down her back after seeing her parents' killer.</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose Jack turned and stalked away, and Cecil let out a laugh. A loud laugh, filling the halls and drowning out all other noise, it held both anger and mockery. It followed Jack down the hall before dispersing into echoes, fading into the dark. Jacky-boy, Cecil thought. You're lucky I don't hit children. Cecil realized a newcomer was speaking to him. He thought she seemed embarrassed at having witnessed the display of male ego, and he felt himself sharing the feeling. Despite her apparent age - at least a couple years younger than him - she made him feel like a child whining in petty argument. Cecil let her finish and began to walk in tandem with her as they made their way down the indicated hall. "I'm Val, by the way," she said with a pleasant smile. "Cecil," he returned, unable to meet her eyes. "Uh, I'm sorry you had to see that." Cecil looked up, frustrated thoughts still swirling in his head. "That kid is a dictator. Someone should tell him he needs to listen to other people before we wind up with a real problem. There is a line between tyranny and leadership, and he doesn't see it. Anyway, there aren't any ranks right now, so I'll listen to you if you listen to me. Deal?" Cecil held out a large hand to shake, doing his best to make eye contact with Val.</s>
<\|description\|>Vanessa Lockheart "Just because we're dying doesn't mean there isn't hope" Age 17 Year of Education 11th Grade + One semester Medical School as part of dual credit program Favourite Subject Biology - Human and EnvironmentalPersonality Quiet Secretive Distant Calm Apathetic Background Vanessa didn't have the best of childhoods; her father beat her and her mother ignored her; her brother died trying to protect her and that's all she would ever tell anyone at all about herself. When the eclipse killed bother of her parents she found that it was possible to have just a little bit of hope and now uses it to try to help others. Significant Relationships with any other Characters TBD Other * Trained in medicine, natural and pharmaceutical healing * Cares for a stray cat *</s> <\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose The noise - Cecil couldn't call it a scream, it was completely inhuman - rattled inside his skull, causing him to flinch back, eyes wide. His head flailed, trying to find the source, but he could not see beyond the infinite and unnatural darkness in the halls. Fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, squeezing him dry of anything else. When it finally ended, Cecil forced himself to breathe again, drawing up as straight as he could stand. There was nothing else, until Jack spoke again. "Let's go," he said, igniting a wildfire of fearful whimpers and whispers from the other students. Cecil chuckled passively, a sound almost lost in the din of worry. He had donned his armour of indifference, the only thing he could do to prevent himself from panicking like the rest. "Pretty sure anyone here can find their own way to the auditorium," he said, stepping towards Jack. Cecil stood nearly a hand's length taller, and he declined his head to meet the other student's eyes. "Shouldn't we try to turn the lights on? Or maybe figure out what the fuck that sound was?" There must be something in the basement they could do, until the sun came out of hiding.</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson Valerie hung back as the kid - Jack - began giving orders. It sounded like no one knew, exactly, what was going on and she trembled again, as the cold permeated further into her t-shirt and jeans. Her arms ached from holding up her phone and when he began talking about leading kids into the auditorium and giving specific people jobs, she slunk back into her chemistry class. Chaos had erupted. "Alrighty, guys", she said loudly, clearing her throat, "Looks like we're having a whole school meeting in the auditorium" Almost immediately, chatter broke out as a barrage of questions were flung at her by students, desperate for answers to what was happening. Feeling pressured under the glow of several, glaring, white tiny screens, she held her hands up in mock surrender, squinting at them. People were asking what was happening, whether a teacher had told them about the auditorium, why the lights had gone out. "Look, I don't know!" she insisted, raising her voice as her annoyance grew "Nobody knows! I think somebody said something about an eclipse but you'd have to ask them, not me! Now get moving!" Grumbling, most of them obliged and she was jostled out of the way as people rushed to the door. Pushed back against a table as the tide of students disregarded, she felt her pain shoot up her arm. Ouch - that was definitely going to bruise, she thought as she rubbed her elbow, frowning. She made her way back out into the corridor and was just beginning to head in the direction of the auditorium herself when she heard a huge shrieking, causing her hands to shoot to her ears. It was like nothing she had ever heard before...but then again, none of this was. It seemed to pulsate with emotion and she found that her face was contorting into a grimace, as it cried out. After an eternity when it finally stopped, she discovered was shaking. She saw the leader kid - Jack - visibly reeling from he noise and another girl nearby in an equally as horrified state. At least she knew it wasn't just her. She noticed another kid talking to Jack, seeming amazingly unfazed by the whole ordeal. He was suggesting something about turning to lights on and discovering the source of the sound and even though she hadn't been addressed by anyone, she felt compelled to say something. "I agree," Valerie commented, trying to push back her own fear and approaching the two "I'll volunteer to go in search of some kind of back-up generator for the lighting, or monster hunting, or whatever you need - I hate just waiting around. I'm Val, by the way." Even though introduction seemed painfully inadequate in such a serious situations, it felt somehow odd offering her help without finishing it with a name.</s>	<\|message\|>Vanessa Lockheart The girl had been sitting alone in the old music room; it had been abandoned as a storage room for all the sheet music, broken instruments and those that weren't being currently used when the extension of the school had been built the year Vanessa had first come here and she'd been using it as a get away ever since. She'd dragged a soft beanbag chair into the room last week and was now lounging in it reading a large bool - titled The Historian actually. The lights were off, a soft reading light attached to the top of her book while she read by it itself of the harsh lights of the main room. Her phone(s), portable gaming systems, ipod, portable batteries and tablet were all plugged into the power bar beside her, charging while the girl skipped her third period class and avoided the teachers that prowled the hallways looking for a reason to give a student detention. Mr. Saika had given her a key several years ago, allowing her to come and go as she pleased; the young teacher was barely twenty four and had favored her since she'd first gone to his music class. Her reached up a hand to brush a lock of purple-black hair out of her face, thin fingers moving it expertly around the headphones that sat on her ears and blasted music from her ipod into her ears and kept her from hearing the students moving between classes and talking like they always had. Her eyes followed the lines of the page easily, soft, stormy grey framed by long, thick and curved lashes and high cheekbones that set off her angular and elegant features. She would normally have gotten quite a bit of attention from the male students of the school, if she had not always come across as unapproachable or uncaring when someone else spoke to her. So far the only one who had managed to stick around long enough to see the damaged girl without her usual sweater was Cecil and even then she hadn't told him her story either. Along the line of her sweater sleeve was a fresh bandage wrapped around her wrist as well, peering out just where the soft grey fabric wouldn't reach when she moved. If she got up of course she would have left her hands crammed into her pockets. Her knees were bent some, cradling the book in her lap while she flipped through the pages that rest between the hard covers with the spine settled between her thighs. The jeans she wore were a deep black, contrasting greatly with her alabaster skin, purple socks on her feet as they were pulled up onto the soft seat with her while she curled up in the chair. Her high tops lay discarded on the carpet floor not too far from her, easily within reach while she twirled a lock of straight hair between her fingers silently. The song softened slightly while she read; the lyrics to Save Me From Myself, by Blacklisted Me playing as she slid over to the following page. It was a song that made her feel as if there was someone else out there who understood how she felt on a level that not one person she had ever met would be able to comprehend. She sighed, soft lips parting for a moment to allow the warm air to pass between her lips as she closed the book and yawned quietly. It had been a while since she last slept peacefully through the night, often her sleep disrupted by terrible nightmares and constant waking dreams that permeated the air around her as well; soft purple spots under her eyes were barely concealed by the cover-up she'd put on them this morning, hiding how little she had slept the night before. If only she could nap here without the risk of waking up screaming. Tucked around the corner, between two high stacks of filing cabinets with the wall behind her she hadn't seen the power go out or the lights shut off; nor the eclipse that was happening outside right then with the curtains heavy and drawn closed to leave the room in total darkness apart from the small light that was still on in her lap, casting a shadow over her book and legs that looked as if to be shaped like a pair of eyes that watched from the shadows if one looked at it hard enough. The shiver that sudden ran up her spine was alarming for the paranoid girl though and as her muscles seized in her back she struggled to flick open the blade of the knife she kept in her pocket and touched it to the inside of her palm to calm her beating heat. She turned off her music and let the headphones fall down around her thin neck; her jugular was nearly visible through her partially translucent skin as well. She looked over at her devices and checked them all, none were charging but thankfully they had all reached full charge before the power had gone out. The power bar itself had turned off when the power did to avoid harming the electronic that were plugged into it from any real damage from the electrical surge that preceded the power outage. Slowly she unplugged each of them and tied up the cords before fitting everything neatly in her satchel and standing again where she had before originally sitting down. Turning off her book light she let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and slipped her shoes on while sliding the strap of the satchel over her shoulder and touching a hand to the row of cabinets beside her. It wasn't the first time she had been locked inside of a dark room and it didn't frighten her nearly as much as it had when it had been her father keeping her there, tied to the bed so that she couldn't get away from him. One the plus side she had gotten very good at untying knots and finding her way around a dark space. Vanessa blinked once, just to be sure her eyes had adjusted as much as they would be and made her way to the door of the classroom. It took her a moment to find the lock though not long afterward she twisted the key and opened the door to an empty hallway though she could hear the panic of the students echoing through the corridors. The girl turned toward the noise, her injured hands fingers grazing against the painted stone wall of the old hall and followed it until she came to a juncture between the old part of the school and the new part where the new auditorium and music rooms were. Her shoes were the only sound for a little while until she heard an familiar voice above the silence of the other students. It looked like the entire school was surrounding him, the glow of cell phones lighting up the area though she held back in the shadows to listen to them. She wasn't one for group work and never had been before, honestly with little initiative to share any information she may have, though she hadn't known it was much more than a power outage. When she heard someone mention teachers vanishing into thin air she looked around, hoping to see some sign of Mr. Saika though she didn't see any right away. She waited until most of the students had started moving and orders had been handed out before she had taken a step toward Jack Smith. That was when the screaming started. Her first reaction was the lift the headphones back up over her ears to dull some of the sound when the voice was joined by others, all of it seeming to be coming from outside the school walls. Lowering her head she pressed the muffling set of headphones against her ears but it didn't stop the vibrations from settling into her very bones and she doubled over as several cuts on her arms and torso tore open in response to the strain it was putting on her body just to withstand the agonizing sound that rumbled deeply inside her body. She heard a growl in response to her and knew it wasn't real; the sound was just in her head, calling to be let out though she couldn't with the hinged coming undone. She would have hurt someone if the screaming hadn't stopped right then, leavign most of the students drained of energy and hope. Vanessa watched for a moment, her heart pounding as blood blossomed on the bandages beneath her her clothing and hidden from the view of the others around. Adrenaline pumping through her system, her pupils dilated and taking in all available light to help her see, the junior student stepped forward without certainty though she didn't make much noise as she stepped lightly through the shadows toward Jack. He was alone, with all the others moving on already and when she had stopped moving herself it was because she was standing a few feet away from the boy, still half hidden by the shadows cast by the retreating glow. "Jack." She had only said his first name while she watched him, her headphones around her neck again and her hand inside of her pockets with the knife that had been since folded back in on itself to hide the sharp edge from the fragile flesh of humanity. Her eyes, dark and wide in the dark, framed by shadows cast upon her delicate features and following the lines of her graceful jawline and cheekbones. She linked, long lashes casting a soft undertone over her eyes, making the little colour in them shine more silver than their natural grey though she didn't seem to know the effect of the darkness on herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuai Liang Aliases: Shy Guy, Techie, U.N. Owen Age: 27 Occupation: As a day job, Kuai is a computers technician at an electronics department store. This is to cover up his Mafia activity, working as the hacker and kingpin of all digital crime and operations within the Mafia. Appearance: Personality and History: Generally, Kuai is a quiet man, letting his actions precede him and define him. It goes as far as to define his wealth of intelligence. Kuai is very calculative and observant, to boot. He's always had an affinity and almost a preference to technology, leading some to call him Shy Guy. There was nothing that people know of that would lead Kuai to pursue a life of crime behind his normal life. Some people speculate that it's merely on a whim to be a bad boy. In fact, that's what he tells everyone. No ulterior motive. No goals. No aspirations. He just does it, and takes his cut happily. Though, some suspect he owes the Mafia, and agreed to be their hacker as payment, taking a percentage of his cut each time they get a take of money. Skills and Gear: Kuai is a gifted tech nerd and hacker, able to do nearly anything comprehensible with a computer and leaving no trace for investigators to follow. He also operates well under constant pressure. Kuai has his smartphone always on him, and has computers set up in his little base, as he likes to call it. Totes around a simple handgun and knife just in case, though, he doesn't tend to get out much while he's on the job. Drives a black Audi S8. Other: Vigil</s> <\|message\|>Austin Martin Austin quietly tinkered away at the front desk of his small shop. He'd found an ancient watch in a shipment of parts he had gotten in. Not parts for the back business but parts for the front business and he thought it'd be nice to have an old style pocket watch. He had the front open, the inside clock face opened and the hands beside him on a safety rag, when his work cellphone rang. A blink later he reached for the phone checking it. Seeing on of many numbers that often call this number. He let out a hrm softly. Waited for the second ring then picked up. "'Ello? Martin General Repai....oh." He listened for a short bit. "I'm here right now. Come around back when you get here." He got up, looking around the shop then walking over to the front door when he saw no one was inside. He turned the sign over to show he's away, then locked the door. He also closed the workshop doors. Once that was done he went out back, and into a small shed, a secondary workshop if you will, filled with parts and a small desk and chair that he could use to upgrade a gun, or refit an armored vest. He sat down at the desk, and began to tinker with a Kiparis auto-pistol quietly. To pass the time. He looked up every now and then as time passed. When he looked up he saw a vehicle pull in. He waited until someone got out. And waited a little longer before opening the door to the shed and stepping out. He smiled, his big beard waggling as he did, "Hello there sir. Welcome to Martin Repair. What can I help you with?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Arran Green Lucas grabbed his car keys, as he smirked. "I'll be round soon." He simply said, Austin's voice rather than an assistant's a relief, as he got out of his chair, the call disconnected. He tidied his folders, and headed to the far side of the room, opening up a grate on the far side. Inside here, wasn't his whole stash of gear. But there was some simple stuff. The MP7A1, his Kimber M1911, and a handful of knives. They were packed into a duffel bag, with what looked like at least $2,000 of hard, cold cash. Bringing it out from the far side of the vent, he shut the grate, the blue and white sports duffel's strap around his right shoulder. There was much he had to discuss, and since Edgar wouldn't be over immediately, there was some planning and post-operation work to be done. Heading out, he found his car, the Audi RS7 that he had used yesterday sitting in the lot, in it's usual prestige. It was perhaps too nice of a car for a private investigator, but was built on drug money, and had been customized well, to be a little more toughened than a normal RS7. It was faster, and felt fire-breathing, definitely a vehicle for someone like him. It fitted well for buisness, but for his other activities, that too. A false numberplate sat on the rear, technically registering it for another RS7, in another name somewhere out in Kansas. Always useful if speeding was a problem. Stepping in, Lucas switched the radio on, a bit of Gaslamp Killer coming on. He did have weird music tastes, he thought to himself. Classic rock on the one hand, but on the other, this. The engine on, he pulled away, onto the road, coming up to a set of lights. Red. He just waited, tapping the wheel, looking out on the sun and mixed clouds that sat in the sky today. The V8 on the RS7 revved hard, as Lucas pulled away from the lights, shifting the paddle up nicely as the car surged forwards, Lucas aware he was breaking the limit. The mid-day had little to no traffic, and the cops were usually on their donut break by about now, with Lucas even knowing their usual patrol routes. This was thanks to general observation, having taken this route every time he headed to the rougher part of town, to conduct deals. Knowing the fastest way out with a cop-free area was always good homework, and when you had to beat criminals, thinking like one was a good practice, though Lucas wasn't of course up to date with it. Turning left, he was back on the gas, the Audi roaring as within minutes, Lucas was over at Martin's General Repairs. Pulling around the back, he looked in his rear view, and then in front, seeing the all clear. Pulling into a small gap, he got out, the long-sleeved navy shirt and grey trousers he wore made him seem like a casual client. Taking the duffel, walking in through the door. Austin was as innocent as he could be, as Lucas looked around, walking in. "Many a thing, friend. Backroom." He said, pointing, just walking that way anyway. He knew precsiely what needed to be done, and he had little time. Walking through into Austin's backroom, Lucas tossed the duffel onto the desk, pulling the Kimber out and the knives, leaving the cash and the MP7A1. "Those are yours, I believe. No fingerprints left, and that cash is untraced. $2,000 exact, as you asked." Lucas said, a little cold and detached, though he knew that Austin did warm his personality a little. "Thanks for this. I appreciate it." The man with the shaved hair said, as he checked the Kimber, looking through the mechanism as he pulled the hammer back, inspecting the weapon a little, before chambering a round again, and placing it back in his hidden holster.</s> <\|message\|>Austin Martin Austin smiled, and followed Lucas into the backroom of the shop, closing the door into the main shop, and making sure the door out back to the warehouse is closed too. He then heads over and checks the MP7. He picks it up, sliding out the magazine, and checking to make sure it's safe. He then popped the slide, catching a round as it popped out. Setting the magazine and single round back on the table. The gun had been safe, but he just wanted to make sure. He set the PDW down then reached over for the money, looking it over and checking for tracing marks, then nodding, "I trust is served well? i don't usually get returns, but I can turn it around and let another client know that it worked for it's last handler well." He made sure to carry the weapon by the rubber on the grip and not the steel where he could leave a print easier. He set the PDW back among some boxes. He then looked over at Lucas. He came back over and produced a toothpick from a pocket. He sat down at the workbench and looked at Lucas carefully, "Can I assume you might have another order? Or was it just the return. If you do, we can head out to the warehouse out back." He chewed on the end of the toothpick quietly looking at Lucas casually. After abit he leaned against the workbench and hrmed, "I saw in the news there was an explosion and a fire at a place on the far side of town. Was that your work my friend? Do you need anything replaced after that?" He chewed on the toothpick a little while longer, his big bushy beard waggling and bobbing as he did. It was often said that his beard entered a room long before he did. And he used it like a battering ram sometimes when he was in a serious mood. He hrmed low and soft, "You know, I don't usually get into my clients business. But whatever war you are fighting, can't be good to do it all alone. If you need equipment I'm always willing to go straight across for money, or for information. You know this. But I know you too, and I understand this...vendetta. You aren't alone in this. There are people, me included, that could help you. Now the question is, what do you want to do with that information?" Before Lucas could answer Austin got to his feet, "Come with me. I know you have places you want to be, and things you need to do. But I want to show you something." He didn't take no for an answer. He walked out back, hoping that Lucas would follow him out back and to the warehouse. Even if he didn't, Austin soon threw open the door, trudged inside and soon was coming out with a pristine and new M4A3, with all the elements tooled down to the very bare minimum, Just the main reciever, pistol grip, with a tooled down stock to lighten up the weight, the barrel shortened by another two inches, compared to it's normal 16, an attached angled foregrip with a small 20mm grenade launcher attached just ahead of the grip. A flashlight to the left of the barrel on a rail, and a laser sight attached on the right. An ITL MARS optic with a small 2x flip scope right behind it. A small compact beast of a weapon. He waited for Lucas, in the hopes the man would join him, in the meantime he held the tooled carbine on his arm almost as casually and carefully as he would a puppy, or a month old baby. "Think of it as…a demonstration. For a potential repeat customer, and for the idea that if you ever need help. Not just in something like this, but when you might be doing something out there, you come to me. Just a thought. Take a look." The bearded man offered the weapon to Lucas with a warm smile on his face. A smile, so disarming, so sincere.</s> <\|message\|>Alexei Anosov Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn. "Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through." He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw. "Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers. Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have. "You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.</s>
<\|description\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Age:37 Occupation: Illegal: * Body treatment disposal. * Torture service comes free of charge. Legal: * Previously: Bike mechanic * Current: 'Junkyard technician' Appearance: * 188cm, tall strong and muscular build. * Tattoos line his entire body. * Hair is black with a red streak on the right. Photo is slightly not safe for work due to male nipple exposure. Personality: * In three words - wild, cocky, doesn't give a shit. History: Mark first started in vandalism and looting stores, setting fire to the ones that pissed him off. Not belonging to any particular group back then, he quickly found himself in jail for property damage and theft. When he got out, he took to cagefighting where he met his current boss, apparently by accidentally squirting a large amount of his opponent's blood onto the Boss. (History subject to change depending on which Mafia we decide on) Skills: * Body disposal * Torture * Theft * Vandalism * Beating shit out of people for fun Gear: * Favourite baseball bat * Desert Eagle * MP5 * Ducati * Equipment used for torture, mutilation and disposal. Vivisection if he feels mean. Other: Vigil. * Mark likes boobs. But be warned, those who RP as a guy. If you make your guy too sexy and alluring, you'll start to find that Mark has the hots for you. He'll understand a solid 'no' of course. That being said, he currently has no romantic interest, unless the bike counts. * When Mark gets drunk he starts talking to the wall! Please don't film him. * Mark can't dance. * Don't go near the junkyard dogs. He feeds them human meat. You're human meat. Those are cheap chains.</s> <\|message\|>Alexei Anosov Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn. "Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through." He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw. "Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."</s> <\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers. Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have. "You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Arran Green Lucas smirked, taking the M4A3, inspecting the rifle, as he adjusted the stock, pulling it out a little, as he chuckled, taking aim. "It's a fucking beauty. I'm not going to ask how you got this, but I'll assume you have good friends to get you this. It's a tool alright." The Vigilante said, as he adjusted the RDS, the MARS optic a nice sighting picture for quickly picking up targets. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he looked about, at the ammunition, and the other pieces of kit. "You know, Austin, maybe you are smarter than I imagined. You figured it out well. Connected the dots. But keep that on the down low. You have no idea of how dangerous it makes you to supply me. I mean, you can walk away with your hands clean now, or stay and rough this shitstorm out. It isn't going to be easy. There are men in this fucker's organization who eat people, and can expose everything and anything about your life. You have a family, Austin. I'm telling you now. Don't do something you will regret later, even if the money talks and the bullshit suddenly walks." Lucas simply said, as he sighed. "You're one of the most talented gunsmiths and fixers I know. You pull shit from thin air sometimes. In this climate, that works well. I need information on another target, something a little more varied. Walk with me." Lucas added, as he slung the weapon down, heading back to where the duffel was, and placing the weapon inside, along with at least half a dozen PMAG polymer magazines. This was military grade stuff- definitely hard to obtain by any other means. Zipping it up, he headed outside, out to the back. "We need to drive somewhere." Lucas simply said, as he headed to his RS7, unlocking it with his keys, before slipping in. Letting Austin get shotgun, he shut his own door, engine on. No music at the moment, but he thought about putting his MP3 on again, just to kill the time. The duffel on the backseat, he pulled out of the alley, keeping an eye about him. "If you want in on this, then you're going to need to be ready to do a few things for me. Small pieces of work. But you're going to need to be more careful than the world. Right now, I think I have us a ploy on getting some cash. I call it accounting for the Mafiya. One of their drug dens went up last night, so indirectly, I struck at one of their key earners. But tell me, who sells Crystal Meth in New Realna these days, APART from the Mafiya?" Lucas said, as he let Austin give a response, before then giving his own statement. "There are some, yes. One percenter biker gangs mainly, but they're mobile, mostly at least. No, there's pretty much just them. Indirectly, supply is down, demand is just the same. Drug Dealer 101. They can sell their shit for more profit. What I'm thinking, is we redistribute the wealth from their increased buisness accumen. In the short term, they can make a buck, but in the long term, their supply of Crystal will wean off. And other fill in drugs, or imports from the Motherland will mean that this little gold rush ends." Lucas said, driving through an orange light, aware he was indeed a amber gambler of sorts. The black RS7 was comfortable, but twitchy enough to turn a corner clean and at a high speed, with the V8 purring gently right now. It was an almost twenty minute drive, out to the outskirts of the city, over a couple of bridges and near a more industrial set of facilities. Pulling up on the kerb, he switched the engine off, looking around, before peering back to Austin. "This is the spot." Lucas said, as he pointed it out, aware the blacked out windows kept him covered for now, from a side on angle at least. "Over there, is the old bottling factory. Now, I've been here over the last few days. I was going to pop yesterday, before a certain meth and skunk lab decided to combust. Now, it seems fairly busy. At least a dozen more guards, as you can see." Lucas simply said, pointing out the four-storeyed brick structure, which stood amongst a few of the other buildings, in this rough area. It was almost noon, but this place was still pretty gritty, and a darker side. "Why the guards? I watched it because I got a tail from one of the men that was working at the meth lab. They cover well, but I assume that was the money man. So this isn't a store of all their cash, but the revenue is going to be good, definitely, if some of it is stored here. They probably have it here so that the authorities don't chase it down, and when they need to, they send it straight off to be laundered through various shops and services that the Mafiya has...well, stakes in." Lucas simply added, as he sat up in the car, looking around, for anyone else. "Do you know what's so good about robbing criminals? They can't go to the police when their money is stolen. So they have enforcers go get it back for them. This would be a huge job. I estimate minimum, $1 million in hard cash. Partly to fund my work, partly to screw them out of their drug money, and partly because I want some of that cash back in the coffers of the good old police department and other public institutions. Corrupt, yes, but it's better than in the hands of a bunch of violent Russian criminals. Doing it alone is hard enough, so I've just waited till if something happens, I act on opportunity. I might as well try different now, Austin." "So here's what I need. I'll need you to figure a way out for me to get a look inside. I was thinking a variety of methods would work. A drone, perhaps, or a mole. I can do the second well if I find me the right person and enough reason to believe he'll walk in and tell me everything I need to know when he comes out. I'll need a grappling hook, and two pairs of Night Vision Goggles. Hard to get, I know, but trust me- it's a wider part of the plan. A cut in the power, so a small explosive or at least tools for the pylon, followed by some more. If you're interested, I could use a second eye across the road. That warehouse is completely derelict, and from that second storey, you can set up a shot. If I remember correctly, you said you were a Force Recon Marksman. So you'll be fine. If help is what you want to do, then we do that." Lucas simply said, breathing, as he chuckled. "Demanding, yes, unorthodox, definitely. But with that many guards, I need to tear through them. I'd need to find the cash, and get out, in three minutes. The M4A3 will do well, but if things go to shit, running is a better option in this one, no matter what. A bike will do for extraction, while you drive down the road innocently, stripped of anything incriminating whatsoever. I need you to be with me on this one, Austin. You'll have a cut too, but remember why we do this. I want to fuck these people over. They ruin the lives of enough people. When they know one of their money sites isn't safe, they'll start thinking about the nature of their operation." Lucas added, as he shook his head, somehow in disbelief himself almost. "I need you to work your wires. It's up to you. But remember, I need to figure out what the inside looks like, without getting shot; from the money to guards, vantage points to areas of entry and weakness. I need a grappling hook, so a titanium cable and thrown quadruple-fishhook arrangement will be fine. I need a couple of charges, something better than the Semtex I can make, and apart from that, I need general intel on this site. It's big, but I think you might as well. It's on the back burner for now, so take your time. I give it about a few days, then we deal a blow to this place." He said repeating his last list, as he started the engine again. "For now though, I reckon some smaller stuff is in order. How's your schedule looking for this evening?" He asked, as he turned the car around, skidding as he put the throttle on, the V8 surging as the car's 600BHP engine blew the RS7 very quickly out of that block.</s>	<\|message\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Mark listened to the meeting and although he didn't have anything to say, he still had his own thoughts about what had happened. "Yeah, I'll do that Alexei" replied Mark when the boss said there had to be a proper burial. "My dogs have been trained to keep away from area with certain markers. Our men will undisturbed". Those special markers were also a reason Mark wouldn't wake up to dog pee all over his motorbike. When the meeting finished, Mark left the room and headed outside. Putting his fingers to his lips, Mark gave a low whistle and padded his lap twice. Muttons, his American Pit Bull Terrier, bounded out from the alleyway where he was previously told to stay. The names of his other dogs were Rump, Tbone and Sirloin, the list went on. But for today, it was Mutton's turn for a fun roadtrip. The others were just allowed to explore everywhere around the junkyard though they each had their preferred areas. Muttons happily circled Mark twice before giving everyone else around him a little sniff (making sure not to get his nose on their nice garments). He recognised their scents as friendly ones from before and happily wagged his tail. Not only that, the dog knew that if Mark was around other people and he had a neutral or happy tone, then they were friends. If there was no patting of the lap, then they were enemies. Each dog had it's own whistle-tone, as well as an 'all dogs on deck' one. Secret to such an elaborate communication system? Guarding a junkyard meant that you had a lot of time, as dog or human. "This is Muttons, the youngest of the pack" said Mark to those around him. "And don't worry, he's currently not shedding" he added, more for Chris than anyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Austin Martin Age: 35 Occupation: Legal: General Repair man: owner of a small but somewhat successful shop in the suburbs. Was a former Marine marksmen, not a sniper, as he didn't have the eye for it, but a Marksmen, firing mid to short range in the thick of combat. Illegal: Fixer: Runs a highly lucrative Fixing operation out of one of the small warehouses he uses to store things for the shop. Runs guns, armor, explosives and ammunition out of the warehouse thanks to a great deal of old connections he has from his Marine days. Old friends "losing" a shipment of weapons or ammo and shunting it over to him. For that service they get a cut of his revenue from the Fixing. On and Off again Operator: Though he was discharged from the military honorably and given his walking ticket, he still retains the skills of his Marine past. Still able to handle a weapon, and is quite a decent shot still. Appearance: Standing a nice decent five foot ten inches tall. With a Thick set body, muscle under a layer of slight fat. A big bushy beard and thick mustache graces his cheeks and chin. Makes him look like a big ol' bear. He tends to wear very common clothing. Short sleeved t-shirts, with this or that logo for this or that company, show or movie. With a variety of khaki pants and shorts. A single nose piercing through his nostrils. He perpetually has a disarming smile on his face. With a slight twinkle in his eyes. Personality: Kind, warm, gentle, cuddly almost. He loves to laugh, loves to joke, always has a kind word on his lips. And speaks in a gentle way. He's continually donating money to charity, and helping the homeless. He's a paragon of his community and is so very well received among friends. This carries over atleast partially to his more illegal business. His customers are a very unique clique. Mostly mercenaries and people who don't want to go through proper channels. But even then Austin goes out of his way to be helpful and cheerful. Even going out of his way to get the really hard goods that his clients might need. History: Oh what do you say about the average guy? Austin did his time through his schooling like alot of people did. He did okay in his marks, and really didn't distinguish himself. Even when he joined the Marines he was average, didn't stand out in many ways. He was given the role of Marksman in his unit. He proved to be rather good at it. Not to distinct, he made an okay recon and spotter. And did his fair share in conflicts that his unit were sent too. He did score some kills while out there. Out beyond 400 meters usually. But never beyond 600. He left those for the snipers. When he left the military he came back to civilian land and drifted for abit. He had married during his time in the military, and had two kids. A boy and a girl. His wife and kids welcomed him home with open arms. When he went opened his shop his family was a little surprised but still happy. For about a year they were unknowing of his other business. Then his wife found out. And through her his kids. Amazingly enough they were not angry, or scared. In fact they thought it was fine that the father figure in the house had a second income. Strange people coming and going at their house sometimes. Odd shipments arriving at the store warehouse. A time or two Austin came home covered in blood. His wife instead of being scared would help him clean up. So what can you say about the average guy? It's always the quiet ones. Skills: - Small business acumen, runs his own business - Black Marketeer, has his eyes and ears on the underground market. Small time though so as not to make some people notice him. - Decent Shooter, Using marksmen rifles, assault rifles and pistols. He can hit a target in the chest at 400 meters almost everytime. Up to 600 and it's hit or miss. Gear: - HK417 Recon, the sixteen inch barrel accurized mid range rifle. Firing 7.62 rounds, usually with Armor piercing rounds. A C79 3.4x scope attached, Muzzle break and green tri-beam visible light laser sight. Carries eight clips. - Taurus "Raging" Judge revolver, 6 inch barrel, chambered in .45 colt. Simply put one hell of a side arm. Carries ten small speedloaders. - One handed beaked style war hammer. Forged cold steel with a reinforced steel handle. - Hornets Nest grenade, containing about 20 compressed hard rubber balls. Tends to carry five of these awesome little grenades. - Combat vest with combat webbing attached. Plenty room for ammo and kit. The vest has a little armoring just in case. - Ice climbing axes, and 50 meters of paracord for short quick decents off buildings. - His ride...the family minivan, or well the one that his wife hasn't tricked out for her use anyway. Other: - Vigil, yeah I saw it. Vigil...fucking Vigil! (spot the reference) - Won't take just any customer, they need to prove they aren't going to try to betray him. - His family is made up of his wife Kerri, his son Everet and his daughter Lacie. They also have a security trained doberman going by the name of Astro, who really a softie at heart, and just absolutely loves the kids.</s> <\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai Liang sat directly across the room from Arina, waiting with the other two to see the boss. He was dressed for the occasion, being a black turtleneck, a suit coat, and matching pants. His black leather smart shoes clacked the floor as he waited for Alexei. Kuai sighed, and grumbled, "Zhè shì wěidà de. Wǒmen de yīgè jiànzhú wù yǐjīng bèi yí wéi píngdì. Zhè míngxiǎn fàng huǎn cāozuò zài hùliánwǎng shàng wǒ de shēngyì. (This is great. One of our labs has been razed to the ground. This is slowing down my business over the Internet.)" Kuai adjusted his seating position to one engineered to make him comfortable, yet still retain his dignified posture. "Zhè yīqiè dōu guīgōng yú sānchā jǐ (This is all thanks to Trident)," he remarked, sighing.</s> <\|message\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Mark - Junkyard Day X Mark happily whistled away, tapping his feet to a tune in his mind. Smoothly slicing away at the delicacy, knife twirling around in his hand. Behind him was a nice open fire, flames brightly dancing along with him. "Here ya go, boy!" said Mark cheerfully as he tossed a treat to his Rottweiler. The dog excitedly jumped up and down as it pounced on it's awesome treat. A human eyeball. There was a slight gurgling as the body moved. Well actually, tried to. All tendons had been severed. "Oh hush..." said Mark before he continued to whistle. "Din din boys!" shouted Mark as he pulled the plastic sheet plus body off the table and onto the floor. A number of viscious dogs poured in and chomped away at their primate buffet, tearing away at the organs. The dogs did so love buffet night. Turning on the TV, Mark leaned back and sighed as he watched soccer. The clothes had just about been burned away. On the table to his side was a healthy serving of bangers and mash and well as a nice and juicy meat burger (he had teriyaki breast last night). Well what? The buttocks were the best for this! Waste not want not. --------------- Mark - Alexei's place Next Day Mark arrived in the lobby, having recently got news of last night's fires. Trident's name had been going around recently, but frankly, Mark wasn't that impressed. Everyone here was still human. And humans die. Of course, now there was the point of how to make the dying happen. Which he supposed was the purpose of today's meeting. Seeing Arina, Chris and Kuai in the lobby, Mark gave a curt nod, though in his mind he was personally going through possible ways of bringing down Pitchforks. Yes. Pitchforks.</s>	<\|message\|>Austin Martin 2:11PM, a normal day, at a normal general repair shop, in a normal section of the suburbs A bearded man knelt beside a pair of mountain bikes. Two people dressed in biking gear standing near by. The bearded man, in khaki pants and a T-shirt with the logo of a Canadian hockey team on is is busily cranking on a ratchet, tightening a brand spanking new bolt, replacing the old one that had sheered off just outside the store moments ago. They'd been lucky he had been open and available to help them. As he's working his son peeks in from the shop, "Hey Dad? There's someone here asking for you. Says he wants to set up an appointment." Austin Martin smiles at his son Everet, "Alright champ tell them to come back here. I'll be done shortly." Just as he finished repairing the bike. A man in a trench coat and wearing a beautiful Boss of the Plains hat steps in. The two bikers handed over some money for the on the spot repair and head out. While the man nods to Austin. Austin cleans his hands then nods to the man, "Can I help you bud?" the man in the hat smiles, "Sorry for coming unannouced. But I hear tell there is someone around here who knows about some under the table deals?" Austin snorted, "Well if it's a blowjob you want. There's a brothel about ten blocks down. I'm afraid all I have here is a repair shop pal. Sorry about that." Austin offered his hand to the man to shake, a small note hidden in his palm. Later the man would read it, learning to return to the shop later after closing time. To come alone, and with a van or pickup truck. Later that night A nondescript van pulled up into the alley behind the shop. Austin waiting there in a sport coat. The man still wearing the Boss of the Plains hat getting out. And showing he's unarmed. Austin nods, then opens a warehouse just behind the shop. Pushing open the doors, and turning the lights on reveal a few rows of parts and things that need to be repaired. But beyond those masking shelves. Box upon box of various types of military equipment. Austin smiles, "So tell me bud. What do you need? Just got in a shipment of M21 marksmen rifles recently. If you're looking for something pin point accurate and quick to fire. What do you say? What's your poison?" The Next day Austin sat at the table, reading the newspaper. Listening to his family discuss their plans for the day. Everything is domestic bliss. The news of an explosion and the leveling of a building somewhere on the otherside of the city really didn't get his attention. There was other stuff on his mind. And it all felt so distant.</s>
<\|description\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Appearance: Age: 17 Year: Sixth Classes: Transfiguration Potions Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Study of Ancient Runes Care of Magical Creatures House: Gryffindor Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness. However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed. It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again. Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations. It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words. Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin. Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches. Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. \|\| Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. \|\| Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing. Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows. Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names. He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. [Think Sirius' motorcycle, just more modern in design.] A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day. Patronus: Griffin Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. [Others are open!] NPCs: His dad. Why am I awesome? 'Cause.</s> <\|message\|>Sylvester Evans As with his usual early morning routine, Sylvester woke up earlier than most Gyrffindor students and did his morning run, push ups, sit-ups, bench presses, and so forth. A healthy body did lead to a healthy mind after all, something that many students in Hogwarts should pick up on. It was always outside of the building, usually by the loch and by the end of it lead all the way back to the edge to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest by an old cottage that was there for some reason. At that point, Sylvester would take a water break and stretch his tired muscles before he lightly jogged back towards the castle to then later jog up the many changing stairways of the school towards, often gaining looks from passing students who wondered how in the world this guy could keep this up on an almost daily basis. At last he would soon arrive back at the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password." The portrait asked. "Tassel foot." The half-breed stated with a bored tone, most likely because he had to do this everyday. As the door opened for him Sylvester stepped into the common room which was still empty at this time, save for some early birds. He had grabbed some clothes; a red t-shirt with Gryffindor's crest, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black jacket with the logo of the Bulgarian quidditch team logo on it. Mr. Tibbles, his pet iguana, laid on its stomach and looked up at Sylvester lazily and then laid its head back down before deciding to take a nap as Sylvester made his way towards the prefect's bathroom. One of the benefits of being the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team is that he is allowed to use it whenever he wanted to. The blue haired boy took a relaxing bath in the large, luxurious tub and after nearly falling asleep in the pure silence and relaxing bliss he got dressed and head down to the dining hall. Well isn't she a sight for sore eyes. Genevieve, one of the beauties of Gryffindor and one of the many that he teased and flirted with when they were off the quidditch field. When it came to quidditch he was surprisingly strict and demands more than a hundred percent from them. Typically he would flirt with her, but the look on her face at the moment told him that his usual fun would meet an unsavory end. "Yo Genevieve. Who's getting married?" He asked as he sat down across from her.</s> <\|message\|>Archion Silverwood Archion tapped his feet as he was glancing at the letter he had received a moment ago, the topic being about the guest teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures class. He had been awake for several hours now and was drinking a cup of coffee, while reading the letter before deciding to throw it somewhere as he finished it. Setting his cup down, he looked at his clothes before changing in the room before leaving in some casual clothing for the class. He had put on a simple gray casual tee-shirt, along with a dark pair of pants, then finally came his dark scarlet beanie and jacket which had a black and white checkered pattern. Taking his bag and glasses on the way out before putting them on, taking his wand and pointing it to his bag, he cast a simple charm lightening his bag from all the books stored in there. Placed on the bag was another spell which allowed it to carry more that what others could think would fit in there, it was only large enough to carry his books with little extra room for anything else. Out he went and into the great hall he went, where he briefly grabbed something to munch on before sitting at his table setting down his bag before pulling out a book to read. Nobody at his table seemed interested in talking about this morning and when looking to see what he had grabbed, he discovered it was a pear along with a apple as well in his other. Fruits were good but he would need to eat later, so he pocketed the apple and would eat the pear for now. Occasionally from his book, his eyes would wander off the page and observe the other tables. It has seemed anyone he knew at the Hufflepuff table at the moment weren't here so he didn't find anyone he was interested in to talk to in the morning. Then there was the Ravenclaws, who seemed the be the busiest table at the moment and he wonder if he had been put into that house would anything be different from now? He truely wondered about it but didn't keep his mind on it as he quickly brushed over Slytherin who he didn't care much about only keeping track of the troublemakers for his own safety. Gryffindor's table, where it seemed to be the second most busiest table, who he had a neutral opinion about taking note of some people that were sitting over there before he returned to his book. With twelve classes, he spent every moment he had with a book in his hand as he was studying and reviewing material from them, while also going ahead while he had time to remove some stress when the lessons came. He was practically ahead of the majority in his classes, however having to study many subjects meant that he often forgot some small things here or there. Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts were his best classes out of the... thirteen that he had and easily caught things on during class and excelled in them easily. Dueling was another thing he like but wasn't a class but, it was still a fun pastime to do as he often practiced spells against his opponents. Then there were the other eleven classes that he needed to study for when he had the time to of course and the perfect time was now.</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve "Huh?" Genevieve looked up blankly as her Quidditch Captain, Sylvester Evans, sat down at the table. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, sliding the letter off the table and hiding it back in her robe. The blue haired half breed looked at her curious and and she sighed, hoping that he wouldn't go off his shenanigans with flirting with her off the Quidditch field. He would do that a lot. She told him, "My dad. He said that he found another woman and has been dating her for the past couple months." Some small thing inside of her snapped and she hissed, "How could he do that?! How could he do that to Mother?! How could he do that to me without telling me?!" She felt heat rush to her face and tears stung at her eyes. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her robe, playing it off with a statement of "Damn allergies." She dropped her arm back down by her side and rested her chin on the table, staring at the half eaten biscuit in front of her. She looked up at Sylvester and said, "Do you know who we're playing next in Quidditch? I was trying to remember, but I just couldn't." She dropped her eyes back from him and stared back at the biscuit. She wanted her get her mind off of this damn thing and she looked back up at Sylvester. "Do you think we could have practice some time soon as well? I think that would help me a little bit. I need to get better at avoiding Bludgers, especially on my mom's broom since it doesn't maneuver as well as the rest of your guys'." She stared back at the biscuit.</s>	<\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw As Leo gave the two-faced girl a prolonged mewl of aloof acknowledgement, Damian took a few more seconds to turn his head downwards and study her. Platinum hair, pretty face...she was Karen, someone known for being able to charm virtually any male with her good looks and angelic persona. Only, he, rather easily, saw through all the flirtiness and kindness. She was as sharp as a snake, he knew, and loved to tease others. He had met many a girl like her back at home, and dated quite a few, too. He wasn't interested in another one. Buuut, she was decent company, even though he didn't like company itself, and so he didn't try to run her away. Rather, he snorted and turned his head back to the stretching corridor. "Name's Damian. I've already told you that." He replied coolly, whistling softly as Leo had stopped to paw at another student's wooshy robes. The tiger meowed in annoyance as it trotted to catch up, and Damian smirked down at it, the tiger cub's annoyance seemingly growing at the smirk, judging by how it started to paw at Damian's Gryffindor robe. The teenager ignored it in favor of glancing, once more, at the girl beside him, as they began to get closer to breakfast. "Needed something?" As he pushed open the large double doors with one hand, Damian glanced down at Leo as it managed to somehow bite through the hem of his robe and into the tough jeans underneath. It's reaction of victory was amusing.</s>
<\|description\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Appearance: Age: 17 Year: Sixth Classes: Transfiguration Potions Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Study of Ancient Runes Care of Magical Creatures House: Gryffindor Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness. However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed. It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again. Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations. It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words. Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin. Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches. Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. \|\| Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. \|\| Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing. Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows. Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names. He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. [Think Sirius' motorcycle, just more modern in design.] A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day. Patronus: Griffin Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. [Others are open!] NPCs: His dad. Why am I awesome? 'Cause.</s> <\|message\|>Keanu "Jaden" Wade Jaden "Yeah from what I hear the teachers get scared of her too as amazing as that sounds. But I don't know her personally as I have mentioned before so I could not tell you the full story. Heck sometimes I don't even know if the rumors that go around this school have much merit some days. I mean the one time one of the prefects from one of the other houses was under the illusion that a fully grown troll was using the lavatory on the third floor during the night, to the point where she avoided the entire floor when it got even slightly dark. Naturally me and a couple other Prefects checked it out one night to lay it to rest, turns out that somehow one of the first years head moaning myrtle and thought it was a troll. Myrtle thought it was the funniest thing she ever heard... well after she got over the fact the someone thought she was a troll." Jaden drew his attention away from Mary when he heard the screech of an owl, flying through the door his owl Tarim suddenly appeared holding a small envelope from site. Jaden found this curious, mail was usually delivered during lunch time on a normal day so why was he getting a letter this early in the day? As Tarim dropped down he dive bombed like a bird possessed right through a group of first years, they yelled in surprise as a bowl of cereal flew all over the table. Tarim always did that to the other students, Jaden shook his head as Tarim released the letter in front of him, with a screech the owl disappeared shortly after as Jaden picked up the letter, the envelope was blank on both sides, turning it over there was an wax seal keeping it closed. Jaden quickly opened the parcel as he removed the folded sheet of paper and opened it. There was but one line on the paper, but it was enough to catch Jaden's air in his throat as he slowly looked up. Jaden swallowed a little hard as he looked around silently, no one seemed to be paying him any particular heed, his delivery only drawing a couple gazes to begin with. Folding the piece of paper back up he quickly stuck it in his inner robe pocket with his journal and stood up casually, but a little too casually if anyone cared to notice. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it." Jaden was a tad hasty as he fully removed himself from the table and walked a bit quickly out of the main hall disappearing around the side of the door out of sight.</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Ford (Half-blood) Patrick Ford Patrick knew that he didn't have the best tendencies for waking up in the morning. It wasn't always that he stayed up late either; even if that was something that happened very regularly. He'd be reviewing Quidditch games in his head or going through every word on his parchment to make sure it was as good as it could be before he submitted it. He knew that he perhaps didn't have the natural intellectual tendencies of his house and that he probably studied like a Ravenclaw but he had to work much harder for it. He just imagined that a Ravenclaw could pick it up before someone could even swish their wand. He polished off the rest of his toast and bacon, brushing his hands down quickly on his robes before he paid her his full attention. when Genevieve turned, he followed her gaze and nodded a little. He knew both of them of course, given that they played matches and had lessons and all that other stuff. It wasn't hard to get to know the other people who played Quidditch because there was always some various tussle over who had booked the pitch or who had pulled the best moves at a game. It was a passion and a sport that many people followed. "Isn't that what he does?" Patrick asked as he gestured toward Darius. "I've played you guys multiple times and watched all the matches and he always seems to be somewhere else. Not that he's bad at it but I'm sure he has it covered. Besides," He grinned widely and ran a hand back through his hair. "How can you be sure I won't repeat history and send the bludger your way?" Then he paused and looked at her face. Something was a little obscure this morning but he couldn't put his finger on it and it wasn't his place to pry. He was a very nice and compassionate guy but he could be a bit behind on the whole emotion thing. Not dense but not wanting to assume. "I think I'll pass, I don't want to intrude and I know we've played you already but…it's your training session so…" He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then picked up a pancake, tore it in half and offered a chunk to her. "Besides, got to do some work. You know how it is. But, doesn't mean I don't wanna see you because I can't seem to shake you," He joked.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Winthrop Undertaker Mary Winthrop Mary nodded a bit meekly at Jaden's request for information about Karen. He knew enough to know that Mary avoided Karen as much as possible, and Mary certainly wasn't going to antagonize Karen. She did however think his story about the troll in the bathroom was hilarious. She hadn't heard about that. When Tarim showed up Mary offered him a bit of bread, but he was off and gone before she had gotten the bread ready. She didn't notice Jaden's discomfort at the note. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it." "I'll do my best." Mary smiled and waved goodbye. She sat alone for a moment before Emma plopped down next to her. "Oh Merlin's beard I've been looking for you." Emma spoke excitedly and fast. "I went to the library before breakfast and found this." She held up a thin black book. "Uh, all right?" Mary looked at her confused. "It was the only book I could find that actually talked about the rune I found last week, and get this the tiniest mention is almost an afterthought." Emma opened the book to the page. She continued babbling about the rune, until Mad returned from talking to Sylvester.</s>	<\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and staring across the table at the girl. Leo leaped onto the dinner table, and Damian's eyebrow twitched slightly as the over-sized lion cub nailed a piece of bacon on it's claws and 'nimbly' leaped over the plate, only to fall face-first into a third year's food. "Exercise and a hot shower." He said simply, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. Leo tried to move out of the way, but the Seeker's hands were too fast, even for most adult players. In a blur, the lion's bacon was in the ear, and Damian snapped it up with a quick jab, brutally biting into the morsel of food and glancing around, just to see a flash of Nick go towards another crowd. "That idiot." Damian grumbled, grabbing a vine of grapes from the fruit platter. Around a dozen on his calloused palm, he began flicking them towards Nick's face, each one meeting their mark with wet 'squelches' on the boy's forehead.</s>
<\|description\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall. Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78 Age: 15.7 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: - Charms - Defense Against the Dark Arts - Herbology - Arithmancy - Astronomy - Alchemy - Potions - Divination - Transfiguration Short bio: Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared. The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married. When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle. As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry. Personality: Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way. However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others' emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual's weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people. Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing. She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use. Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin. She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc. Her personality greatly resembles her fathers. Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh. Patronus: An Axolotl Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people. Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic? Personal possessions: A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect. Relationships: A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses. Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional. NPCs: * Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll. * Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway. * The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Devin looked up the stairway as it swung around to face the east side of the tower. It is almost like the school has a vendetta against people figuring out how to navigate its halls he thought after getting off the stairs. It has been several weeks since the young professor had arrived at Hogwarts and he had yet to master the grounds beyond his classroom and outdoor areas. He knew the Forbidden Forest better than he did Hogwarts. He had a suspicion that students had been ordered by their house heads to follow help him around in hopes that he would award points to those that assisted him. The plan had worked as he already had awarded more than 20 points while getting lost. Thankfully when he turned the corner he saw that he was standing in front of the Transfiguration classroom which had its door slightly open. "Excellent!" He said with a happy tone. @ScarlettWaters16 "What is that Professor Coal?" A stern voice echoed. The voice cut through the light hum of students moving about the tower and its owner needed little introduction. Wearing a brilliant black and green robe, with a hat an equal match to the upright posture, the Headmistress stood in the middle of the corridor that Devin had just walked past. How she got the jump on him Devin never could figure out, but he chalked it up to her knowing the school better than anyone. He felt a slight prick run along his spine almost like he was in a jungle with a very powerful cat. "Headmistress, it is good to see you. I hope you are well?" He said with a bright smile. He enjoyed the Headmistress. She was clever as they came and wasn't really interested in nonsense. "I was just looking for the Transfiguration classroom. Seems I am starting to get the hang of this school. What can I do for you today?" Being someone who enjoys a fair bit of nonsense meant Devin had his friction with the Headmistress, but really it was just their alternate personalities. She seemed to hold his opinion high enough that if Devin explained himself the Headmistress would usually side with him. The problem of course was Devin rarely explained himself. It was mostly out of laziness and not an act against the system. "A Leviathan?" The Headmistress said in a very curt tone. "A Leviathan. Professor Coal this is completely out of the question." She said while walking over to the Magical Creature professor. They were now only five or so feet from Professor Terrabeth's classroom. "I mean really I had my reservations about having you take students into the Forbidden Forest, but now you want to take them out to see a Leviathan?" "Well the students have finished their advanced aquatic beast's readings. Seems only fair to show the reality of what they have been reading." Devin said with a smile. He knew this was because the letter he sent in a request for a field trip to the Arctic Ocean to see one of the last remaining adult leviathans in Europe. For monster watchers it was a spectacular event and Devin felt it would be an amazing opportunity since it was going to happen closer to Scotland than it had ever in the past. From the tone the Headmistress was using it was quickly looking like it wasn't going to happen. "Do you have any idea how dangerous those beasts are? And you want to put them on a boat and just shove off towards the beast famous for devouring ships whole?" The Headmistress seemed angry when she asked this, but Devin knew the Headmistress long enough enough to know she wasn't actually upset so much as very reserved. More than likely seeing his request as dangerous just made him think it best to pull the young professor back a little. "I am aware. That is why we wouldn't be in the boats. We can leave that to the thrill seekers. I have it on good source that the leviathan's path will stretch along the north coast of Ireland and Scotland. There will also be several of my friends from multiple Monster Regulation and Protection NGO's in attendance. I have no interest in endangering the students. Only enrich their understanding of the animals they share this world with." Devin purposefully used some key words as well as used a warmer than normal tone. The Headmistress seemed to soften after Devin explained the students wouldn't be on a boat. Still she wasn't completely sold. "I will talk to some of the house heads, but you are not going to just take any student who completed the course. Each student will have to get another permission slip signed and I don't want to even think about what we might need from the ministry." She then started to leave. Saying a quick goodbye Devin turned back to head over to the Transfiguration classroom. "Professor Coal I believe you have a class starting in ten minutes…" The Headmistress said in what could only be described as an educator's voice. There was a silence that again gave Devin a short prick. He could tell he was glancing at Devin with a knowing gaze. "Of course Headmistress . Just checking on the animals in Professor Terrabeth's room. You know how the cleanup can cause the house elves trouble." Devin than made a quick exit before the Headmistress could give a more direct order to get ready for his morning class. He opened the door into the Transfiguration classroom and walked in with a bright smile like a boy who had just left a store after buying a brand new toy. "I have tracked lions across the Savannah and shadow caps in the dead of night and none of them compare to the Headmistress." He smiled even more as some of the students who had heard the conversation in the hall gave a little laugh. Looking around the classroom Devin saw the normal amount of cats, dogs, birds, and other creatures that used to know only how to be a pencil, cup, book, or other object. Slowly the animals started to move over towards Devin. Since as long as he can remember he had always had a way with animals that seemed to draw them towards him. It was what made him want to pursue a career involving them. Giving a cat a nice scratch on the head earned a purr and a bark from a dog got Devin to lean over and give it a pet as well. "Hey Terra. I heard the students in my class yesterday say there was going to be a visit to Hogsmeade in a couple of days. Thought you might want to make a date out of it and enjoy the village together?"</s> <\|message\|>Sylvester Evans To say that Genevieve took the news well would've been an obvious lie. Every inch of her face was etched with rage, hurt, and sadness that she kept trying to hold back in vain as she had her little outburst followed by trails of tears that she tried to playoff as allergies. It wasn't exactly the best exact moment to be his usual self so he decided to keep it to himself and let her vent out until she felt better. Still he couldn't exactly blamer her. All of these years it was just her and her father so for her dad to bring in a new woman into her life was a staggering blow for her. It wasn't like he could blame her father; a man does get lonely after all. But two months? Where the hell was the rush? How could her father not at least consider his own daughter's feelings at all? He didn't even introduce his own fiance to his own flesh and blood for crying out loud. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed a cup filled with coffee and filled his plate with stacks of various foods to satiate his intense hunger from exercising. "Next game we're playing against Ravenclaw. Tch, I swear, next practice we're going to train so fucking hard that we'll be bleeding from our pours." Sylvester growled, glaring down at the stack of food on his plate. He could not forgive himself for letting his team get defeated in the first game of the year! He was the captain and when his team failed then that means he had failed as both a player and a captain. Failure was not an option! He will improve his team so that one day they would never have to taste the unappetizing flavor of defeat. Her question finally broke him from his thoughts. "I'll see what I can do. It's not going to be easy rescheduling the reservation for the entire field, but I'm sure that I can make it work. If you need help I'll gladly make some time to help you outside of the field." He smiled at her and sipped his coffee, his face scrunched up from the bitterness. "Needs cream." With a flick of his wand, the container that held the cream flew to his hand and he poured a little bit in. "Since your broom can't keep up like the rest of ours can we'll need to work on your reflexes and hand eye coordination to make up for your lack of maneuverability. If we work on your reflexes than everything else should come naturally to you." He picked up his knife and form and began to dig into a stack of pancakes.</s>	<\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen laughed lightly, taking small graceful steps yet somehow keeping pace with Damian. "Do I need a reason to talk to someone?" answered Karen. The blonde took a large stride and placed herself ahead of Damian, a relaxed smirk on her face. "Well, I suppose my reason to talk with you would be to socialize, however talking is an act of socializing in itself; if we were to get pedantic, then my I suppose what I needed from you was someone to chat idly with. Nothing wrong with that, I hope?" Then again, perhaps Damian did not make for good company if one wanted to talk. Karen, ever the perceptive girl that she was, felt that he was only ever relaxed when he was working by himself or otherwise with that friend of his; Nick, was it? Damian had a rather rough personality, in Karen's opinion, but it also felt like that roughness was a front - an image to hide behind. To Karen, he was one of the many people that hid something behind a personality. In most cases, that something was usually pain. "Oh well, no matter. Things will come at their own pace, so for now, I will simply talk to him." Karen did a little turn and faced Damian, peering up at him with that light smile still on her face. "So now that I have stated my reason for my approaching of you, allow me to ask again, if you will allow me to repeat myself: How goes your morning?"</s>
<\|description\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall. Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78 Age: 15.7 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: - Charms - Defense Against the Dark Arts - Herbology - Arithmancy - Astronomy - Alchemy - Potions - Divination - Transfiguration Short bio: Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared. The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married. When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle. As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry. Personality: Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way. However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others' emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual's weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people. Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing. She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use. Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin. She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc. Her personality greatly resembles her fathers. Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh. Patronus: An Axolotl Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people. Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic? Personal possessions: A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect. Relationships: A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses. Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional. NPCs: * Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll. * Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway. * The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed.</s> <\|message\|>Darius Di' Stefano Darius shrugged, sipped on his pumpkin juice after being basically pushed back down into a sitting position. "You and your spars. It is as if some demon from afar raised you and imparted some of its bloodthristy nature upon you..." He chuckled and scanned the great hall quickly. Seems like all of the houses had some sort of representation there. There was the captain of Hufflepuff's team, captain of Ravenclaw's team, and several members of Slytherin's team as well. It was as if the inter-house showdown is about to happen that afternoon or something... "Seeker? Isn't Ian our regular seeker? Why would you have dual-seekers...Come on Cap. I've only been away a few short weeks and you're Old Man's disease seems to have gotten worst..."Darius chuckled once again, digging at his captain verbally. Thats how they acted around each other. Verbal jousting. However, things were different if they were on the Quidditch pitch. Darius would gladly take a bludger for his captain and he assumed the same from the rest of his team while their captain would do the same for any one of them as well. On the field, they were brothers and sisters, striving for the same goal. Off it, they were some of the best friends, having gone through trials and tribulations together. "Oh no. I made sure I got all the material before I left on the trip and I kept up with it, sending owls back and forth with the professors while I was away. My studies are fine, as usual.." He let out a nervous chuckles. What he had said was not a lie, but it was not entirely true either. Sure, his grades remained largely the same, but one is bound to fall behind some if they had to be away from school for a few weeks...</s> <\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver Batch @Dahlia Hawthorne Those that know Mimi know that to be around her is to expect a harsh discussion. Oliver never fully understood the reason for her standoffish nature or brash tone of voice, but he had never seen it as any different than peoples fake friendly ways that ran rampant through the halls of the school. You always knew where you stood with Mimi, and if you didn't for some reason she would make it crystal clear if you any hesitation. "Any interest in grabbing some time in the library this afternoon after the match? Should be pretty free since everyone else is either wallowing in defeat, partying because of victory, or more likely heading into Hogsmeade to ignore the game?" Oliver's tone was very casual. Almost like he was more thinking aloud rather than actually asking a question. Looking around the great hall he saw plenty of the usual suspects. The large number of sixth years was a nifty counter to the small number of 7th years. Perhaps their year was more academic or for whatever reason just wanted to extend their time at Hogwarts a few more years. Oliver had assumed it was the second option since so many of them were on their houses quidditch teams. Oliver had joined the team for one year, but stepped down since he was leaving on another study abroad the next year. Since then he had enjoyed the games as a spectator. The love of competition was more that drove his interest rather than invested in the actual specifics of the sport. "Wait isn't it your house playing today? Or am I mistaken?" Olive was now actually asking Mimi a question. One he knew she would know considering her fandom of the sport.</s> <\|message\|>Aella Arcane Aella stood straightening out her clothing and shooing Nos back into hiding then walked down the aisle between the tables. She couldn't help over hearing the others chatting about Quidditch a subject that she found tiring. It was a sport that seemed to consume their every moment and thought of her fellow students and for the life of her Aella never understood. She could handle a broom as well as most students and loved to fly in and out of the open windows of the Manor and flying in the rafters of the great hall to annoy her parents. Quidditch though seemed a pointless game because it revolved around the seekers yet they called it a team sport, once the snitch was caught the game was done. No, not a sport like football or even rugby two muggle sports she'd actually watched while in London last summer while dating Lance the muggle boy that made her parents seethe with anger. Remembering Lance made Aella smile and not because she cared for him for she never did but for how his presence had made her mother forget her spiders and storm into her room. She giggled as she remembered her mother's red face turning ashen white when one of her Orb spiders had dropped from the ceiling before her. Before she left her mother had used the parental lash of grounding Aella till school began which was a futile gesture because she never left her rooms at home all that often. Once outside the great hall and away from all the Quidditch talk Aella walked out into the courtyard then out across the bridge. She was headed to Hogsmead to do a bit of shopping and observing of her peers.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill Nick Hornhill Ever since Darius opened his big mouth, the only thing Nick wanted to do is Stupefy him to death. Fortunately, the breakfast was delightful, and his tummy still rumbling, so he busied himself with his bread and bacon instead. Although confident with their current standing against their next opponent, Nick felt a bit bothered. "Yeah well, Ravenclaws are known for their well coordinated offense, they can sneak through even in the thickest defense of the opposing team. They're not even quick with their brooms, they just simply distract and then attack. Although strong, they are extremely weak with defense. You can be sure a few bludgers coming their way, it'll send them scampering about the field." Nick paused to swallow his food, "But the real threat is their Seeker, that Wade dude. Keen eyes, quick, and he's got a bunch of tricks under his sleeves. We should definitely watch out for him." Of course Nick can watch their hoops. He has given the Slytherins a hard time making points the last time, or at least before they catch the Snitch. He can definitely do it again. He's been pushing himself every practice, and he'll be prepared. But if Ian could catch the Snitch before Wade, so much the better. And then 'plop'. "What the -" Nick almost jumped out of his seat. Something wet and soft hit his forehead, once, twice, all hitting the same spot. The fruits plopped noisy down to his lap. Annoyed, Nick scanned the crowd for the culprit, and then he saw him, seated with a blonde girl, a grin etched on his face. "Damn you, Ian!" Nick muttered under his breath. Nick stood, fished his wand inside his bag, and then raise it above his head so Ian can see. He swished it once, flicked it twice in front of him, and then he traced a perfect circle in the air. Although he didnt say the right incantation (not that he knows it), he heard a few gasp, sniggers, and disapproving tuts around him. The gesture was meant to be rude. It was used to cast a certain insignia of some dark wizard once, some dude called Lord Moldybert, or something, Nick couldnt remember. But most people use the gesture now to insult someone, the equivalent of the muggle middle finger gesture. Nick knew that it would amuse Ian more than making him feel insulted. Pleased with himself, Nick sat down again, then started to attack his last piece of egg and bacon. @KillBox@hatakekuro</s> <\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian fought the heavy urge to facepalm at Nick's blatant show of disrespect and rudeness. Lord Voldermort killed families and children, and yet the buffoon just made the gesture that showed him to be a part of the man's long-dead conquest. It was much like the muggle middle-finger - something Damian himself used an almost obscene amount - and so, he responded with a brief middle-finger himself, before glancing once more, over to the blonde female sitting beside him. "Sorry for wasting magical food." He grumbled, taking out his wand and muttering something, with a brief flick towards his fork. It promptly turned into a green, plump apple, which the Quidditch Seeker grabbed and took a massive chunk out of. After a second of chewing, he swallowed deeply and turned his eyes towards Leo. The lion stared back at it's owner, and after a minor stare-down, Damian smirked and ruffled it's fur. "Why are you sitting by me?" It wasn't meant to sound rude; it was just stone-blunt and to the point. Damian was usually sought after by some girls due to his unconscious 'bad-boy, bad-ass' persona, but it was weird for a girl he KNEW to not romantically like him, hang around him for so long. Weird and new.</s>	<\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen had an amused look on her face as she watched the exchange between Nick and Damian, as well as nodding in approval after he apologized for the food. She took a moment to have a few bites of her meal before responding to his question. "Why does anyone sit with someone? Do I need to have a reason?" she said with a light smile. "Well, I suppose I can say for your peace of mind that I am bored, and I think that you're an interesting person to be around; as always, my assumption was correct." As she said this, she pointed to Nick, then to the Dark Mark still hanging in the air. "Speaking of which, does your friend not know what that symbol means?" she wondered. Some time has passed since the dark times where Voldemort ran loose, but they weren't so far away that they could be considered ancient history. The scars from the war were still healing, and even if the new generation did not know of the fear Voldemort produced, they should still know better than to invoke his mark in the presence of people who did - like the teachers. "I can't imagine that the teachers are going to like that very much," she said, mildly amused.</s>
<\|description\|>Genevieve Braveheart Appearance: Age: 16 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: NEWT Levels * Charms * Defense Against The Dark Arts * Transfiguration * Potions * Runes Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn't know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out. That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts. Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness. Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn't really like large crowds. She doesn't talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability. Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…) Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do. Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought. Relationships: Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him. NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :) Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle Appearance: Age: 28 Position: Transfiguration Teacher House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house. Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent. Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster's or headmistress's back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers. Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches Patronus: Fox Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while. Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been. Relationships: N/A NPCs: Critter, Verona</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker Stein "The Reader" Walking to the breakfast , he noticed a picture of the quidditch team of Ravenclaw,he saw few people , the only person he recognized was Jaden the Ravenclaw prefect , he had some conversations with him about some book Stein was searching or someone making him a prank,he saw him near and aproching to him, because of he was very excited and didnt want to wait he asked him about the captain almost shouting. -Hello Jaden!,are you still part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and if you are where is the captain because i want to enter the team .</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle. Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast. "Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now." Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway. Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?" Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub. "Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?" Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.</s> <\|message\|>Felicia "Fel" Mera Felicia Felicia had been awake for a short while now. She was already dressed and ready before she needed to be. It had grown into a habit over the last year and a half as a result of the tattoo. Felicia did love her tattoo, but it just wasn't normal for a girl so young to have such a large tattoo. So Felicia got up earlier than most normal twelve year olds would. Lero sat on her lap, looking up at her with his large green eyes. Felicia stroked his fluffy black fur, looking at the fire in front of her, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Parum Parum scooped up Geminus and held him close to her. She was sitting on her bed. She was ready to go to breakfast, but she just hadn't motivated herself to do so. Geminus mewled, and Parum grabbed a little bottle and began to feed her newborn kitten. She worried slightly about Geminus, about how long his life would be, born with two faces. She dismissed her thought and stood up. She left the room she was in and began to walk towards the great hall for breakfast, still holding and feeding Geminus.</s>	<\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve BraveheartShe crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door. She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast. Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack. Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read. My dearest child, I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always? Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading. Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it. Please respond as soon as you are able. Much love, Daddy The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother. "He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here.</s>
<\|description\|>Oliver Batch Age: 16 House: Ravenclaw Year: 7th Classes Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Care of Magical Creatures Transfiguration Potions History of Magic Short Bio Born to a warlock father and muggle mother Oliver has always had one foot in each worlds. His parents are both very proud of their heritage and at times would argue that the other was dragging Oliver too deep into the other ones world. Thankfully for them he had quickly fallen in love with both and has since made large steps towards remaining connected to both worlds. At a young age Oliver was told he could select which education program he would want to persue. Instead of picking he studied hard and after some labor found success in both muggle summer programs and Hogwarts. His success in both allowed him the open to study abroad making it possible for him to study at a muggle language program in Rome while at the same time Oliver was accepted into an accelerated Alchemy course within the Vatican. Since then he has found his interests moving from one study to the next. With him now in his 7th year Oliver promised his parents that he would remain at home after returning from a program study in South Africa. Returning to Hogwarts as a 7th year he is somewhat nervous; however, with his confidence he isn't worried about meeting old people as he is interested in meeting new people. He is also the Head Boy for Ravenclaw giving him a heightened responsibility. Personality Oliver is enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests him. Has great people skills. Driven with a need to live life in accordance with his inner values. Easily excited by new ideas, but often bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities. Wand: Red Oak, 15"; Dragon Whisker Core Patronus: Bird of Paradise Hobbies: Travel - Hiking - Languages Pets: With permission from the school Devin was allowed to bring his pet dog Alpha. An Alaskan Husky Personal Possessions: Standard student trunk along with nic-nacs from his travels. Relationships</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker Stein "The Reader" Walking to the breakfast , he noticed a picture of the quidditch team of Ravenclaw,he saw few people , the only person he recognized was Jaden the Ravenclaw prefect , he had some conversations with him about some book Stein was searching or someone making him a prank,he saw him near and aproching to him, because of he was very excited and didnt want to wait he asked him about the captain almost shouting. -Hello Jaden!,are you still part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and if you are where is the captain because i want to enter the team .</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle. Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast. "Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now." Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway. Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?" Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub. "Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?" Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.</s> <\|message\|>Felicia "Fel" Mera Felicia Felicia had been awake for a short while now. She was already dressed and ready before she needed to be. It had grown into a habit over the last year and a half as a result of the tattoo. Felicia did love her tattoo, but it just wasn't normal for a girl so young to have such a large tattoo. So Felicia got up earlier than most normal twelve year olds would. Lero sat on her lap, looking up at her with his large green eyes. Felicia stroked his fluffy black fur, looking at the fire in front of her, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Parum Parum scooped up Geminus and held him close to her. She was sitting on her bed. She was ready to go to breakfast, but she just hadn't motivated herself to do so. Geminus mewled, and Parum grabbed a little bottle and began to feed her newborn kitten. She worried slightly about Geminus, about how long his life would be, born with two faces. She dismissed her thought and stood up. She left the room she was in and began to walk towards the great hall for breakfast, still holding and feeding Geminus.</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve BraveheartShe crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door. She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast. Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack. Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read. My dearest child, I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always? Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading. Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it. Please respond as soon as you are able. Much love, Daddy The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother. "He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here.</s>	<\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach. The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy. Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes.</s>
<\|description\|>David Windstrider David is taking Transfiguration, Defence, Charms, Alchemy, Ancient Runes and Potions. Appearance: Pale skinned, 6'1", 170 pounds, not skinny but not buff either, usually wears his House Robe with blue threads stitched alongside the green ones in a helix. Has black, straight, medium length hair and intensely green eyes. His ears are slightly pointed. Age: 16 Year: 6th House: Slytherin Short bio: David, as a pureblood, has grown in relative luxury and was able to train in the wizarding ways from an early age. While not strictly speaking ancient and not particularly influential politically, the Windstrider house is perhaps one of the most wealthy, thanks to some strategic marriages with Gringotts directors. Many members of house Windstrider are thus partially goblin in ancestry, David himself being 1/8th that. This allows for some uses of wandless magic, completely wandless for very simple charms and only needing the wand in hand without waving it for medium ones. David has always been interested in battle magic/defense against the dark arts, due to his natural advantage, and is often seen duelling when the opportunity presents itself. Also, through his extensive studies, he was recognized as one of the masters of Transmutation, recognition which singlehandedly won him the role of Perfect in his fifth year. Personality: David is extremely open minded. Some might say even too open minded. He sees nothing as taboo, and can often be heard making such outrageous suggestions like incorporating muggle technology in the Floo system, tracking squib populations for genetic patterns, and even unbanning Crucio. In general, he is an aggressively opportunistic, perfectionist and power-hungry person that always looks for avenues to increase his knowledge, spell mastery, or the wealth of his family. In first year, the sorting hat told him he would fit equally well in ravenclaw and slytherin, and he went for the latter only because it was strategically better for the purpose of maybe collecting underlings. Wand: cherry, 12 inches, phoenix feather Hobbies: David loves wizarding duels and has been training and participating in competitions since first year. He is also a specialist Transmuter, with a level of knowledge almost on par with the teachers. Also, as a Windstrider, he is well versed in the science of economy, having studied both the works of great goblin analysts and muggles. His personal heroes are Milton Friedman and Merlin, the first for his keen understanding of how wealth is generated, and the second for his initiative to command and order the wizarding world. Pets: David has an owl named Celeste, who, because of the many transmuting experiments David put it through, is permanently glittering. Personal possessions: Extradimensional chest (it's bigger on the inside), all books required for 6th and 7th year, several pairs of robes for special ocasions, a couple books on Muggle economy, advanced math, and game theory, and tons of galleons. Literally. Patronus: David's patronus is a chimpanzee. Relationships: N/A NPCs: David's best friend Charles Johnson is a 6th year Ravenclaw muggleborn. David values him for his unwavering loyalty and vast memory. A walking encyclopaedia, David often bounces ideas off him in his researches and while studying for exams. The Slytherin David hangs around with started out being condescending of Charles and not giving him much credit, but David called them idiots and let Charles prove himself by aceing every single class and exam. The two boys are oftentimes seen together. WIP Name: Frederique Dagen Appearance: Average height bald male teacher. Wears green robes embroidered with golden runes randomly distributed on the sleeves. Age: 40 Short bio: Dagen is a French wizard that used to work at Beauxbatons as a runes lecturer, and moved to Hogwarts after a place opened up for himself. Runic archaeology was richer and more diverse in Britain, and Dagen was always more an explorer at heart than a teacher. He quickly got along with the Hogwarts crowd, especially getting attached to the inquisitive Ravenclaw. Personality: Dagen is not the most formal man on the planet. He often talks to his students as peers and does as much as he can to make them enjoy the stuff he teaches as much as he does. He rarely subtracts points for someone's disobedience or absenteeing, but is known to give out very difficult test papers. While teaching, he exudes an aura of joy, empowered every time he grabs hold of a "new" ancient manuscript or recipe to present. Wand: Fir, dragon heartstring core, stiff, 11 inches Patronus: lemur</s> <\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver Batch Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach. The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy. Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Claudius Magnunt Mimi Mimi grumbled and rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to get up yet, that was for damn sure. With a mumble and a sigh however, she lifted herself up onto her feet, and stretched. "Ugh..." She said, quickly and lazily getting herself dressed in her student's robes. The things were too baggy for her tastes, if she could wear a simple t-shirt and jeans she sure as hell would. But of all things, she had to stay in school. If she got kicked out, that would be no more Quidditch, AND she'd have to go home as well. She stumbled out of Syltherin common room, ignoring or glaring at anyone who was in her way. When she got to the great hall, of course there were people everywhere, scrambling to eat. Mimi walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down. She still wasn't fully awake, so she was even more irritable than usual. She grabbed food and began to eat. Claudius Claudius sat merrily at his table in the great hall, stirring his breakfast around with a spoon, staring off into the ceiling. It was quite a nice ceiling, though he couldn't exactly place why they needed to have candles floating around. Surely they'd provide more light at ground level? Granted, there were candles at ground level. Then why do they have them in the sky? Do the ghosts eat up there? It didn't seem very likely, but then again, it could be likely. He was excited to begin teaching a class full of students, ready and willing to learn about the stars and the galaxy. He felt he would get along with a lot of these students. He thought a lot. He continued to think about the usefulness and purposefulness of the candles.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Devin Coal After the sun made its morning appearance the entire forest was bathed in a delightful yellow and orange tone. For the past two weeks Devin had been getting up early to track a small herd of Sunrise Deer a rare breed of cervidae who constantly glow with the same color and brilliance of the sun which makes for a beautiful sight, but can be difficult since they are easily found by predators. It is only during the hour before and after sunrise the glow they exude is unnoticeable to the naked eye making it the safest time for them to graze. Every morning Devin had gotten up and, using a broom, flown into the Forbidden Forest to see what was causing the herds of Sunrise Deer to venture further and further away from the school grounds. Normally the grounds were a safe place for these gentle creatures and they understood this. The only thing that would normally scare an herbivore away from a prized food source would be a dangerous predator; however, after some extensive field time Devin had yet to find any alarming threat to the herd. Devin had been considering the idea of bringing some of his 6th and 7th year students on a field trip to visit the herd, but at this point they were deep enough in the Forbidden Forest that even his laid back style of parenting wouldn't allow it. Taking a few photos of the herd and mounting his brook Devin took a final look around the forest and then kicked off the ground and flew into their air. While flying back to the school grounds Devin thought about stopping by and saying hello to the centaurs in the forest. He had quickly become good friends with the tribe that called the forest home. He saw a small line of smoke coming up from the north side of the school grounds. That meant the gamekeeper was making his morning fire to boil water for tea. Time wasn't completely on his side so he forgo the centaur visit and flew back to Hogwarts. Returning a few minutes later Devin looked around the great hall for one of his fellow Professors. His eyes were very much looking for something and while he didn't see it several people around him were certain of what he was looking for. "Professor..." A student said before stopping. "I believe I saw @ScarlettWaters16 Professor Carlyle earlier in the main hallway." It was no secret that Devin seemed to be keen on Professor Carlyle considering he had asked her out at the opening ceremony when the students were excused. Devin hadn't done it in the most public fashion, but several students had heard him ask about her plans for the weekend and rumors have started from less. It also didn't help that he came into her classroom at one point and asked the same question in front of the class. Devin wasn't embarrassed by his actions. He saw them as perfectly normal. He found her smart and pretty and was interested in getting to know her better. His friends back home had always said he was far too nonchalant when socializing with woman, but he just felt that his way avoided any sort of confusion. Thanking the student and making his way to the main hall Devin figured Terra had been making her way to her classroom as classes started in less than 30 minutes. With a brisk pip in his step he made his way towards the Transfiguration classroom.</s>	<\|message\|>David Windstrider Mid term was most definitely not fun for a prefect. Lots of first and second years, pampered to the extreme and displaying that typical, involuntary egocentricity that only fades with age, were returning from their winter holidays, and David, as a prefect, had to put up with their endless supply for both energy and bad ideas. It was even worse for Slytherin youngsters, as their arrogance was simply nauseating, and you didn't know how it could get "political" if you subtracted points for transgression. All in all, it wasn't a happy time. Up until 4 am, David had been patrolling the corridors for two second years that were up to no good. He eventually somehow ended up with even more work on his hands, as that number rose from two, to five, to ten. In the end, he did manage to catch them all, give the non-slytherin a good scare that would make them remember him for the rest of their lives, and gave the former essays to write on motivations for the existence of rules as glue to a society. At 4 am, David realized all the chasing around and ranting had kicked the tiredness out of him, and proceeded to pester Charles into waking up in the middle of the night and helping him at his new project - stretching his ability to wandlessly cast random charms. Entering the great hall for breakfast, the two boys looked more like ghouls than living, breathing teenage boys. Separating to join their respective houses, David slumped into a seat and started filling up a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, the usual snark was going about around him about his friendship with Charles. Normally, he'd just retort snarkily back, but the last sleepless night had broken his nerve sufficiently that he had little interest in... anything, really. Taking a sip of the coffee, David straightened his back ever so slightly, eyes closed, concentrating on a simple heating charm he could cast wandlessly with moderate success on the beverage. That should make him feel relatively better in 15 minutes or so.</s>
<\|description\|>Darius Di' Stefano "Why am I so amazing? Because I'm West Philadelphia born and raised, in the playground is where I play most of my games..." Appearance: 5'8", athletic build, olive-colored skin, black of hair, medium length and usually kept in a ponytail. Age:16 Year:6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: Defense Against the Dark Arts Transfiguration Potions Charms Astrology Short bio: Darius was born in Italy to magical parents. His father was an auror and his mother was a potions master, giving him talents in both areas. As he was growing up, his parents taught him how to embrace his talents and how to live in a muggle world where people were not likely to understand him and his talents. When he became of age, he was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Going through Platform 9-3/4 was nothing new to him. As he waltzed through the mythical gate, he knew he was ready to embrace the world he was born for. Personality: Darius is playful but not overly mischievous. He is rather confident in himself and can come off to those that do not know him as arrogant. He is polite to his seniors and caring for his juniors. Brave, yet not foolhardy. Strict with himself yet lenient with others. Wand: Cypress, with a unicorn tail hair core Patronus: A dog (Beagle) Hobbies:He play Quidditch for Gryffindor. His main role is a chaser but he can be employed as a beater or the makeshift seeker if needed. Pets: A polar bear cub. Pure white in color and weighing about 200 lbs. Personal possessions: An Yajirushi, imported directly from Japan after the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. He uses this as his day-to-day broom. Small pendent, encrusted with one sapphire. An iPod, charged via magic and a set of headphones to go with it, muggle clothing, more shoes than he should really have, some hats in order to blend in in the muggle world, and the usual student possessions. Relationships: To be made in game</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve Genevieve just nodded as Sylvester began talking, still staring at her biscuit. She then looked up at him when he offered to take her out on the field to practice and smiled. "I think that would work great!" she said enthusiastically. Quidditch was the one thing she needed to get her mind off of what was going on. She felt a little better, so she leaned back in her seat and picked up her biscuit again, taking another bite out of it. She didn't really pick up anything else because, well, she didn't need a lot to keep her going. She glanced around, looking for Patrick's familiar face yet and she noticed her was over near the Hufflepuff table, munching on some toast. Her smile widened and she looked at Sylvester. "Excuse me for a minute." She stood up and carefully walked over to him, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once she reached him, she stuck her hands over his eyes. She had to stand up on her tip-toes because he was a lot taller than she was. "Guess who?" she said with a small laugh. "You decided to sleep in this morning didn't cha?" She did not withdraw her hands from over his eyes and would not until he guessed, even though she already knew that he knew who it was. She did this to him almost every day at some point, but she didn't care if it was annoying. She thought it was fun and would only stop when he told her to stop. She giggled and waited for him to respond. --- Professor Carlyle He was a thought more forward that she had originally thought when he called the trip to Hogsmeade a date. She set the papers that she tried to look like she was grading on down and stood up, walking over to Critter, who had just now decided to make an appearance in the room. The beautiful Persian looked up at her master with wide blue eyes and let out a pitiful meow, the sound that Terra had realized meant that she wanted to be picked up. She picked up the slim kitty and held her close in her arms, looking over at Devin. She noticed that there were a few students standing in the doorway and she narrowed her eyes at them. Drawing her wand, she flicked her wrist and door slammed shut directly in their faces. "I was already planning on going as a chaperone," Terra told him, stroking her cat in her arms. She gave him a soft smile. "But I'm sure we can still watch the children while we have this date." She gently set the cat back down on the ground and walked over to him, examining his handsome face. "In case you didn't know, that's my way of saying yes." She smiled and let out a small laugh. Traveler</s> <\|message\|>Mary Winthrop Mary Winthrop Mary woke with a start shaking. She took a deep breath and the Patronus that Mad had left behind spoke the other girl's message, and then dissipated. She was glad for its presence though. Mary quickly dressed, she didn't think there was anyone else in the dorm. She had really overslept, but she still changed inside her bed with the curtain drawn, you never knew if someone would have forgotten something. Once Mary finished her rushed morning ritual she hurried down the stairs and saw Jaden looking a bit frazzled. There was a younger boy talking to him, Mary didn't remember his name. "Morning Jaden." Mary said announcing her presence. "Mad already went down for breakfast." She told the boy mostly figuring Jaden already knew that. "She'll be at the table." Mad was one of Mary's friends, not as close to her as Jaden, no one really understood Mary as well as Jaden did. Even without the words the two had always understood each other. Mad was like Emma both bubbly and demanding of friendship. Mary had a few others that she considered friends as well. "On that note, I am heading down there as well, and if you want I can point her out to you." Mary offered, then turned to Jaden. "Are you done watching for pranks? Do you want to join me?"</s> <\|message\|>Keanu "Jaden" Wade Jaden "Its no problem Stein I am a bit more jumpy in the mornings for good reason at that. Our younger house members are constantly being coaxed into trying to prank me by one whom will remain nameless... for now." Jaden spoke keeping his eye's in his journal, he wasn't worried about Stein all that much prank wise, he had not tried to do so yet and if he hadn't by now he wouldn't. Jadens adversary was rather smart, always went for new years, which meant it had to be someone within the same year or close. But he could never get an answer out of the would be pranksters, seeming they didn't even know who was doing it themselves. It was quite a perplexing puzzle actually, one in which Jaden loved, he had always been into strategic games it truly appealed to his mindset. Let his thoughts wonder he thought back to the first piece of evidence he had gathered on the attacking prankster, a simple note written to a new year telling them to pull a prank on Jaden the Prefect and then an item from the joke shop was provided for them to do so with. It was the same thing every year since his fifth year, the one year they had tried to pass him a puking pastel which got eaten by another Ravenclaw given Jaden did not like pastels much to begin with and backfired. Truth be told Jaden could have solved this by now, it wouldn't be all that hard a spell here and a spell there and he would have his answer, but honestly all these prankster antics kept him from becoming bored as a Prefect. An as he said before many times it made him laugh at times and laughing these days was getting harder and smiles far and in between, his mind clouded as it was. When Jaden finally heard the familiar voice of Mary he finally looked up from his journal and stood up closing it with a snap of his wrist. "Morning Mary I see you got a late start." Jaden had a bit more step in his walk now that Mary was up, happy to finally have someone to actually talk to. Jaden loved Stein in all but in this case it was all good. As Mary quickly took over and spoke to Stein about Madison being at breakfast and that she would help him find her at breakfast she looked at Jaden and spoke to him. "Yeah I am finished, the usual pranksters already tried their hand and got caught and are now undoubtedly downstairs eating their fill of eggs and bacon. I could go for a muffin myself if our tower did not already take them all that is. Jaden put the journal in his inside robe pocket and walked to the secret entrance to their tower and opened it with a flick of his wand and stood at the entrance. "When your ready."</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker@Kirah -Hi, a pleasure Mary, i guess all the help is good so thanks both of you . Well about Mary, he didnt even knew her even if she existed , only some rumors about her all of them were false.But more important now got 2 people to find Madison and this is good , at firts though this was very intrepid from him , asking for help well that was a bit strange from him , Stein is normally alone but now he just wanted to enter the quidditch team , so strange maybe something happned to him maybe a spell or something like that .With the time passing he became even more calmed and normal , well now that was strange , he speaked again now about to exit the tower. -Lets go , i guess , i am ready to find Madison and enter the quidditch team,if i pass the test. After this he realized he needed to read something in the book he brougth with him , something about magic creatures,this all was strange but it didnt matter to him after all.</s> <\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian paused in his steps, an eyebrow twitching at the impeccably cheery mood of the girl before him. He wasn't the best with cheery people...they tended to annoy him. But still, she wasn't bothering him too much, and she had only asked a simple question. Why not answer her? "...Fine." There, he did it. But...pride wouldn't let her be the only one to ask a question. He continued to walk towards the Gryffindor table, ignoring the looks of the other students as he sat down and glanced over to Karen. "How was..your...day?" He obviously wasn't very comfortable with asking such pleasantries, but he wasn't getting one-upped by this sneaky woman.</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen laughed again, just a bit louder this time, but still not very loud by most people's standards. The blonde took a seat next to Damian, crossed her legs under the table, placed her head on her hand and looked at him with some mild amusement. Really, he was a such rough person, but nonetheless he had his good points - he was replying to her, even if it was out of pride. That, and he was rather adorable to look at while he looking all prideful, even while it took that much effort to ask her such a simple question. "You're quite the awkward man, aren't you? There's no need to be so stiff with me, Damian; I don't bite. I must say though you're rather cute when you try that hard," she said, slender fingers idly playing with a lock of hair while staring at him. "That being said, my day is going rather swell so far. A bit of tea in the morning, cool morning air, and someone to talk to. It's a rather nice start, if I do say so myself. "Now I suppose it's my turn to ask: What made your day 'fine', Damian?" she asked. "Most people don't wake up too early, so their reasons are rather stale, so I'm rather interested in what constitutes as a good morning for you."</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Ford (Half-blood) Patrick Ford Patrick was quite happily chewing away on his toast without too many cares in the world. He had kept up with most of his work that had been set currently but that was pretty common for him, given that he wasn't a stranger to getting his head down and focusing on the task at hand. After six years he had learnt how to manage his time and of course the first few years weren't exactly testing on the brain but he'd stepped up his game. He genuinely enjoyed school and beyond the good grades that he worked hard for, Quidditch was his passion. He'd never let it become more important than some things in his life but he gave his full commitment in games and at training. After all, he wanted to be a good representation to the rest of the team. Patrick had just turned around to put some bacon on a piece of toast when he felt hands cover his eyes. He gave one of his smooth, deep laughs before rolling her eyes beneath her hands. Of course he knew who it was because he wasn't an idiot and he recognise her voice, and touch strangely, after all the time they had been friends. "Yes Genevieve," He chuckled as he brought the toast up to his mouth and took a big bite out of it. He had to keep his energy up so once he actually sat down, he'd be going through it like it was his last meal. Then he ducked down and twisted out of her touch so he could face her, a cheeky grin on his face as he chewed. "Yeah, I had a bit of an extra nap but it's not like you're gonna tell me off for doing so..." He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then took a few more bites of his toast and bacon. "How are you doing this morning? Besides ambushing me as usual,"</s>	<\|message\|>Darius Di' Stefano Walking into the great hall, Darius lets out a muffled sigh. "It is good to be home, finally..." he whispered to himself. Scanning around the room he picked up a few familiar faces and a few not known to him as well. Walking over to the small group of people that represented the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he put an arm around the shoulder of another boy. "Cap'n, I'm home~" He said in a sing-songy voice. "Your favorite utility player is back and he is most definitely ready to play~" He chuckled. Reaching out for a glass of pumpkin juice from the table, he looked about for a seat near the person he recognized out of the groups of students scattered about in the great hall. "Hey is that Genevieve over there? And is that the captain of the Hufflepuff team? Their keeper I think he is?" Darius was dressed in his black robe, the crest of Gryffindor embroidered on the left chest region. His hair was tied back and seemingly tidy. However, if one was observant enough, they can see that he has been traveling a lot, by magical or muggle means. His robe was not the cleanest and his hair is longer than he usually keeps it. His belonging have been transported into his room and his pet polar bear is now waiting for him there as well.</s>
<\|description\|>"Say it out loud." ~ Valentina Roscoe ~ --- --- --- --- General Information :: Full Name :: Valentina Jessamea Roscoe :: Nicknames :: Val, Vali :: Gender :: ♀ Female :: Date of Birth :: 20 July 2006 :: Blood Status :: Half Blood :: Appearance :: Valentina has brown, long hair that has natural waves in them and goes almost down to the middle of her back. She usually likes to wear her hair open. Her hair is a little messy most of the time, hard to tame but she refuses to cut it nevertheless. She has white skin, which likes to turn pale rather soon if she neglects going out for some sunlight. Her eyes are piercing green, but they have the strange ability to appear brown or blue sometimes in a certain light. Valentina is of average height and body figure. Family Information :: Family Members :: Helenora {Mother; pure blood; former Horned Serpent (Ilvermorny)} Occupation: Potioneer Quentin {Father; half blood; former Unspeakable; former Hufflepuff} Occupation: Owner of the fun-articles-store 'Jinx Me Not' in the Diagon Alley Ramona Leighann {Sister; 19 years; half blood; former Hufflepuff} Occupation: aspiring fashion artist, working at Madam Malkin's Luciana Nelseigh {Sister, 15 years; half blood} Occupation: 5th year student at Hogwarts; Gryffindor Romeo Quentin {Brother; 1 year, half blood} Occupation: screaming the house down, pulling on hair :: History :: Valentina's mother Helenora was born and raised in the USA. She went to Ilvermorny school, sorted into Horned Serpent and followed her dream of becoming a potioneer. The woman met Quentin Roscoe, a former Hufflepuff from the United Kingdom school Hogwarts and an Unspeakable back in the day, when the man was in New York for some secret meetings with the MACUSA. They ran into each other several times during these few weeks of Quentin being in New York. They had gotten close, but Quentin had to leave for England again. As it comes though, he had another job overseas about a year and a half later and the universe guided them back together, stumbling into each other on the street. This time though, Helenora would not make the mistake again of letting the man leave without her. They fell in love head over heels and the witch went back to England with him, they married shortly after. It was a rushed decision, but one that they both never came to regret. Valentina is the third born child out of four. Three girls and a not-planned-but-yet-so-super-loved boy. She grew up in a normal life. Quentin, having been very busy with his work as an Unspeakable, decided to quit that job when his first born daughter, Ramona, was about two years old. He opened up a tiny store "for all things fun, deary" in the Diagon Alley, called 'Jinx Me Not'. Valentina grew up in the wizarding world, only sometimes getting to step out of it when Quentin (whose mother was a muggle) wanted to show his kids a little bit of "the other half of my world". So Valentina got to see a muggle zoo, eat muggle sweets, screamed at three-years when a phone rang in front of her and almost got run over by a car at five-years, because she just didn't listen to her father to not run off alone. Other than her little steps into the muggle world, Valentina grew up like any other wizard kid in the wizarding world. And she certainly made some friends over the years. Hit me up if your character grew up in the wizarding world and could know Vali already. --- --- --- --- Personal Information :: Pet :: WIP :: Wand :: Hornbeam wood with a Unicorn hair core, 10" in length and Surprisingly Swishy flexibility Hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term 'vision'), which will almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner's style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner's code of honour, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts - whether for good or ill - that do not tally with their master's principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand. Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing. :: Personality :: Valentina is a very animal friendly person. She thinks that people who dislike animals in general are probably bad people. Though she never really thought of backing that theory up. The girl is friendly and tries to not use any violence, mostly because she knows she would lose a fight. Vali has an adventurous side, she loves to experience new stuff and prefers 'learning by doing', which might not always be the best way. She is determined to achieve whatever she has put her mind to and will go to all lengths to make it. :: Habits \| Oddities \| Quirks :: None :: Likes :: Valentina is a curious person and likes to experience and learn new things. She has a fascination for most magical creatures and is excited for the subject 'Care of Magical Creatures', that will be electable in her third school year. :: Dislikes :: Valentina dislikes arrogant people, everyone who thinks they're something better than anyone else. She can't stand people being "disrespectful" towards books (ripping pages, putting dog-ears on edges, throwing them, spill something on them, ect). :: Fears :: Valentina is scared of failure. She wants to succeed and if she doesn't, it hits her self esteem hard. She fears to stand alone, with no friends, at some point. :: Worth to Mention :: She's talented on the broomstick, but never tried to play Quidditch. --- --- --- --- Relationship Board Give it deep thought.</s> <\|message\|>"Say it out loud." Diagon Alley The day to collect their wands and other important magical items was at hand. At this point, most, if not all, of the Hogwarts' incoming first-years found themselves in Diagon Alley with their parents or some other chaperone, checking items off of their list of necessary equipment. Uniform * Three sets of plain black work robes * One plain black pointed hat * One pair of dragon hide (or similar) protective gloves * One black winter cloak with silver fastenings * Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times Books * The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk * A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot * Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling * A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch * One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore * Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger * Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander * The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble Other Equipment * 1 Wand * 1 Pewter cauldron * 1 Set of glass or crystal phials * 1 Telescope * 1 Set of brass scales * Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS</s> <\|message\|>"Say it out loud." --- Lucinda Láidir: Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions --- The bell tinkled as Lucinda pushed open the door to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions and stepped into the shop alone. "Step up, step up" A short woman called out to her from the back of the shop, a bundle of cloth in her hands. "Now, first year?" Lucinda nodded at the woman dressed all in purple. Is this really the woman I want choosing my clothes? She wondered as the brightly dressed woman began looking her up and down. Eventually Lucinda decided there wasn't much room for purple in a uniform list that specified 'plain black' on almost every item and obeyed the instructions the tailor gave. "-and then there was the Eiffel tower...quite impressive for a muggle building I must say...but of course the show took up most of my time -" Madam Malkin was talking as she went about measuring Lucinda up. It was all rather odd, having someone fuss around you like this. Despite their status Lucinda's mother had insisted they not have servants - even house elves - and taught Lucinda that 'If something is worth doing its worth doing yourself'.</s>	<\|message\|>"Say it out loud." Valentina Roscoe Location: Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions --- --- A breeze of air danced over Valentina's face and through her long brown hair. On her hips sat a one-year-old tiny baby boy with messy brown hair, longer at the top than at the sides. He sucked on his hand. The mother of both the children was digging around in her purse, two bags hanging off her arm. "Moooom", Valentina whined. "Oh Merlin's beard, Val, shush for a second, would ya?", the black haired woman scolded her eleven-year-old. Valentina had been a pain in her ass for three days, today by far being the worst. "Luciana! Where is she again?" The woman moved her head around, searching for the face of her fifteen year old daughter. "So help me Merlin, Romeo do not turn out like them!" She shot the little one-year-old on Valentina's hip a look and then pulled some money out of her purse. "Here. Go over with your sister and get new robes for the both of you!" She shoved the coins into Luciana's hand, who had appeared behind the woman. Luciana took the money and Valentina watched her mother close her purse again. "Where will you g- AAAAH!!" - "ROMEO!", the mother scolded and unwrapped the hand of the mischievous boy from around Valentina's hair. The girl rubbed her head where she felt the pain. "I am going to get a few things for the household we need. Floo powder for example. Since this one has knocked the pot all over the place and played with it!" Helenora, the mother, shook her head at her rascal son and smiled at her two daughters now. "How big you are getting!" "Moooom!", Valentina shook her head. "Not here. Come on, Lucia. Let's find Ramona." Valentina shoved the boy back into her mother's arms and went to walk off, Luciana right behind her. "Watch out for her!", the mother yelled after her older daughter. "And tell Ramona I will be right there!" The girls didn't stop to answer their mother. Valentina walked through the masses of people. Today was a busy day in the Diagon Alley. The girl knew her ways through the streets with closed eyes, she had grown up visiting the Diagon Alley almost weekly. Her father owned a little shop here and the kids had begged their mother to take them for visits on a weekly basis. A little bell rang as Valentina pushed the door to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions open and stepped inside. Luciana was still behind her. Contrary to Valentina, Luciana had blonde hair, almost golden hair and bright blue eyes. Ramona had teased her that she didn't look like their real sister and was adopted many times when they were little. Ramona was Valentina's other sister, the eldest with her nineteen years. She had dark hair like their mother and green eyes like Valentina. The eleven-year-old looked around the room. There was another young student, maybe even a first year?, being served by Madam Malkin's right now. Madam Malkin flashed the two girls a bright smile as she saw them enter. "My dears! First year, isn't it time now?" Valentina nodded at her. "Oh my, and the beautiful Luciana, you grow so fast. A young woman already!" But they didn't have much more time to discuss their growing with the woman as a sharp voice cut through the room. "Luci, Vali!", Ramona had entered through a door that clearly led to a storage room or the like. There were pins in her apron that set above her clothes and a tape measure around her neck. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She hugged her two sisters both at once and a pin poked Valentina into the arm. "Where'd you leave mom? Or does she not wanna see me?" The mood of the woman clearly dropped a little. "Why wouldn't she wanna see you?", Vali asked her older sister. "She will be right over. Romeo knocked over the floo powder yesterday, remember? She is getting new stuff." "And I think she wanted to get away from this one", added the blonde witch with a nod towards Valentina. "I can imagine!" A laugh escaped Ramona's lips and she shoved Valentina next to the other girl, that Madam Malkin was busy with. She pulled the tape measure from her neck and started to measure her. "You better happen to be put into Hufflepuff, love. I couldn't bare another Gryffindor!" Luciana, the mentioned Gryffindor, didn't even bother to give her sister a single look. She had heard the teases many times and has teased the sister for several things herself. It was sisterhood, Valentina guessed. While Ramona was busy measuring Valentina - or rather watching as the tape measure did it alone! - Luciana roamed through the shop and looked at several gowns and hats with slight interest. To Valentina's shock Ramona then nudged her and pointed to the girl a few feet beside her. "She is a first year too! Maybe you will be in the same house." Valentina shot the girl a shy smile. She wasn't usually that shy, it was just... Ramona... She was so enthusiastic and cheerful, it was kind of embarrassing to get dressed by your big sister. "Hi", she said silently. "Sorry for her", she nodded towards Ramona like the one wasn't even there. The older girl just smiled and continued her work. Sisterhood.</s>
<\|description\|>Brady James "Your wings are already with you" Gender: Male Age: 15 Height: 6' Weight: 190lbs House: Hufflepuff Wand: Nine inch spruce wand, with a core of unicorn hair Pet: Year: 5th Personality: * Humble * Quiet * Stubborn * Idealistic * Loyal * Determined * Introverted Extracurricular Activities: Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team History: Brady never could remember his father, but the man shaped so much of Brady's life. His mother was a muggle that caught the attention of his wizarding father. As an administrator in the Ministry, the James family was deeply engrained into the world of wizarding, and were semi-well known. Before Brady's 3rd birthday, his father passed away under suspicious circumstances. Leaving only his mother to care for him, Brady lived a life of relative poverty and learned the rougher edges of the wizarding world, learning just how much hate could be bred for those of dirtier blood. Hogwarts has been an escape for Brady in years recent. Winning the position of Seeker for Hufflepuff in his 4th year, Brady is known as an extremely determined and strong of will wizard. Unfortunately, not much can be said for his wizarding prowess. He has taken to magic much slower than his peers, and often must attend remedial classes to even come close to the same skill as his classmates. Despite this, Brady has never shown even a gleam of giving up, and persists constantly. Halle Moore - Respects Halle, and admires certain qualities about her. Feels slightly embarrassed at his own lack of wizarding skills compared to hers. Protective of her, since the incident with the members of House Slytherin. Cherishes her as a housemate, and Quidditch teammate. Damian Griffin - Brady hasn't interacted with Damian much outside of the Qudditch Pitch. As with how Brady perceives most Ravenclaws, he sees Damian as a sharp, and intelligent, person. The fact he is a Keeper, possibly one of the most difficult jobs in Qudditch, Brady has a level of respect for him. James Dalton - Brady sees James as a Gryffindor prodigy, but only from afar. True to Brady's introverted nature, he shys away from the more outgoing and adventurous House. Only hearing through gossip, and the occasional remark from a teacher, Brady knows of James as wizard with a lot of potential. Jaxon Chaucer - Brady doesn't know much about the arrogant Ravenclaw Duelist and Chaser. Unforunately, this is only expounded by the fact they both are ones to keep to themselves. What little Brady knows is that this Ravenclaw seems to have a very high opinion of himself, but has the skill and intelligence to back up the arrogance. Elspeth Macbain - All Brady knows about Elspeth is what the Hufflepuff girls jealously gossip about. He has heard the whole range of insults, to secret admiration, for the girl. All he can truly put a pin on is that the girl seems to be some sort of academic genius from some prestigious family. Miley Witherspoon - Another Ravenclaw Quidditch player that Brady knows. The contact Brady has had with Miley, he has gathered that she is relatively unique for a Ravenclaw in that she is extremely friendly, with the right amount of charisma to be able to make friends with everyone. Unfortunately, for Brady, with the contact he has had with her, he has had a hard time keeping up with her high energy and outgoing personality. That being said, Miley is definitely a Ravenclaw that Brady has nothing but respect for. Elliot Forrester - A secret rival for Brady. Of course, every other House would love to beat Gryffindor's Quidditch team, given the House's illustrious history in the school sport. As opposing Seekers, Brady has often found himself at a head with Elliot, but only in a way that friendly rivals would. He holds no ill-will towards Elliot, only determined to beat Elliot, and by extension the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Thomas Korevny - If there existed more of a frustrating person for Brady to place himself directly opposed to, it would be a surprise. Thomas is better than Brady in everything else it seems, be it Quidditch, spellcasting, or academics. This is only made worst by Thomas' attitude, something that reaches into the depths of Brady's anger, somewhere no one else can reach. Never sharing words, or speaking to Thomas, Brady has only made a habit of shooting the Slytherin prodigy glares. That being said, what little Brady knows about Thomas' family, he does not hold any of their crimes against him. Instead, he judges Thomas on what he sees, and what he sees is something that irritates Brady in a way few others can. Piper Ward - A member of the after-school study group that Piper founded, Brady finds himself respecting this Slytherin member more than most. Of course, he, along with most other Hufflepuffs, seem to think she would of done better in House Hufflepuff. Brady smiles whenever he sees the girl, knowing that Halle has an good ally in House Slytherin, one that would defend her from an incident like before. Nothing but respect, and sees her as a good friend to House Hufflepuff. Lara Donner - Another Ravenclaw, whom's own intelligence seems to be a curse as well as a blessing. Knowing her as a teacher's pet, Brady often thinks other students don't give the girl a fair chance. Always seeing her with a nose in a book, though, Brady has never gotten a good chance to actually interact with the studious Ravenclaw.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Donner Lara Donner After a few pleasantries had been exchanged, the group fell into an amicable silence just as the train left the station, something that Lara was beyond happy about but was also causing her already on-edge nerves to have a field day. Is it alright if I pull out a book? Or would that be rude to read while I'm around them? It would be rude, wouldn't it? I'd basically be telling them not to bother talking to me at all and even though I like the silence, who's to say they like it to? They might hate the silence but not want to say anything about it out of politeness for all that I know! If that's the case, what do I do? If I'm wrong they might be irritated, if I say something stupid they'll think I'm a weird idiot and regret sharing a compartment and on the off chance I'm right and manages not to say anything dumb, they'll want to continue talking and I don't know what to talk about! The weather? Her thoughts could very much have threatened to continue on like that for the entire trip to Hogwarts, had she not been pulled out of them by a soft mewl from her cat. All nerves forgotten for the moment, she stopped subconsciously wringing her hands, a soft smile crossing her face as she glanced towards Salem. Looking at her travel-companions, she momentarily threw her doubts away, choosing to prioritize her cat's happiness. "Would you mind if I, um, is it alright if I let my cat out? I promise t-that he's very well-behaved." Not too bad...animals are usually a safe topic...right?</s> <\|message\|>Brady James Brady James Silence, all but the engine of the train causing the compartments to jostle forward. The trip had finally begun. Even though it was obvious all three of the occupants of this compartment had every right to be excited, they all still sat in silence. Brady had scant started to settle into his own peace, before Lara caught his eye. Trying not to be obvious, Brady stole a few looks. It seemed the girl was nervous about something, almost having an internal debate with some hidden other person. As she spoke, Brady raised his head and smiled at her question, "I wouldn't mind at all." Brady responded, with a soft smile and a firm, yet quiet tone. In truth, he loved cats dearly, and had almost wished he had gotten one. Stone was a good pet, though, and Brady couldn't wait until he got to Hogwarts to see him. Instead of taking him home every year, Brady had arranged a situation for Stone to stay at Hogwarts year round, giving Brady's current living situation. "What's your cat's name?" Brady spoke up, in his same gentle yet strong tone, looking towards the gentle mewling coming from the carrier. He figured it was the polite thing to ask, and if there was one thing Brady could always enjoy, it was animals. He also figure it'd be a nice bit of conversation that might serve to put Lara at ease. Even to someone like Brady, he could tell Lara was nervous, something he had been all too familiar with. Luckily, he was very good at hiding his own anxiety. Talk to people about what they like. Brady thought, as he smiled down at the beautiful looking feline Lara had brought on the train with her.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Donner Lara Donner Giving Brady a small smile and nod in thanks for his approval, Lara immediately reached over to open the door, beyond eager to let her baby out of his cage, only pausing slightly at Brady's question. "Salem." She said as she finished up opening the carrier's door. A soft chuckle escaping her as the lazy lug stretched out before meandering over to her and stretching out on her lap. Out like a light. "It's a-a reference to a popular muggle television program, 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch', I'm not sure if you've heard of it..." And the anxiety is back. Okay, It's okay, just...focus on petting the cat! Yes, I just need to focus on petting the cat and to try not to think about whether or not I just sounded like a total idiot. The cat is safe. Her fingers running through Salem's soft black fur, she sent Brady another tentative smile, trying not to let her anxiety show. "D-do you have any pets?"</s> <\|message\|>Jaxon Noah Chaucer --- --- Jaxon Noah Chaucer --- --- Location: Hogwarts Express Compartment Interacting With: @Cole Damien, @Cio Piper, @Hitman Halle, @josephb Elliot --- Jax was struggling, at first he had been proud of himself for handling the conversation as it was and actually being a contributing member to it. But as more and more people showed up, especially a certain Gryffindor, Jax was getting overwhelmed. He tried to keep up, he really did but he just fell farther and farther behind. He envied Halle who just went on and on with her chatting as if she felt so comfortable talking to relative strangers. He supposed she and Piper were good friends but Jax felt his stomach clench at the idea of going that wild in a compartment full of other 'strangers'. He sent a pleading glance to Piper, his go-to 'social help button' and then over to Dame who was petting Sandstorm. He couldn't help but smile softly at his cats antics, the furball pressing her head into Dame's hand and flopping into a more comfortable position. Halle continued to go on, but did apologize for it and Jax just gave a quick chuckle. "As they said, nothing to apologize for. I-" he stopped as Piper let out a loud yelp of pain and his head instantly pivoted over to the Slytherin who was admonishing her owl. HIs face was a mixture of amusement and concern as he watched his friend suck the prick of blood and then give the owl the attention it so desperately wanted. WIth a flick of his wrist Jax had his wand out of its dueling holster and was going to prepare a quick healing charm but then reconsidered, it was just a small prick after all. He shrugged to himself and replaced the wand after polishing some of the white grain wood finish. He briefly considered the worries of his classmates about their grades and was slightly embarrassed since he never really had to be concerned. He was a picture perfect student, and the classes/tests came extremely easy to the Ravenclaw. Between that, his photographic memory, and talent at using magic he breezed through everything. His main competition for top spot coming from a certain Slytherin whom Jax respected quite a bit. He was curious on where Elspeth ended up on the train and figured he'd see her in class or the first dueling club meeting. "If anyone needs help with a subject, feel free to ask by the way. I um... Well, I do a lot of tutoring anyway, so you can always jump in!" He tried to spin as a nonchalant thing and also actively tried to reign in his arrogance. It was one thing to be confident and arrogant in ones dueling, chess, or Quidditch. But grades were another thing entirely, and very important for someone's future. As the conversation swapped back to Quidditch, Jax was at least able to follow along without looking like an imbecile and just chuckled as the two talked about how good their teams were going to be this year. He thought about his own team, and looked over at Dame just as the Keeper was going to speak and then the train whistle. A spark of excitement fluttered through Jax and his smile grew as the train began to slowly move forward. It was time for another year of Hogwarts and if there was -anything- he had learned at the castle over the years, it was that you never knew exactly what was going to happen. He kept shooting random but quick glances over to Elliot as well, wondering how the Gryffindor was doing with the large assortment of personalities assembled within the compartment. He also briefly wondered on how -he- a social outcast was in such a compartment as well and figured he was getting a headstart on his parents wishes for him to 'act his age', 'make some friends', and 'enjoy breaks'. He wasn't to sure exactly how they expected him to enjoy breaks with the OWLs coming up however and a humorous thought, that he was the only kid that was told to take it easy in their fifth year, crossed his mind.</s>	<\|message\|>Brady James Brady's soft smile eventually turned into a large grin as Lara went on. It was funny, in a subtle and charming way. "Yeah, I've heard of it." Brady managed back, slightly chuckling. The way Lara interacted and spoke about Salem spoke volumes about her, and bore heavy implications about a love for animals. It was admirable. "Oh. Yeah. Stone. He's my barn owl. A little bit of a ditz. He stays at the school year round." Brady replied, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke. He missed Stone, a lot. The bird was admittedly a goof-ball of an owl, but it was lovable and maybe Stone all the more adorable. A gentle owl that somehow always managed to make Brady smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Hugo Fiorin "Fuck you" Age: 15 Height 5'10 Weight: 150 lbs House: Slytherin Year: 5th Personality: Hugo-described by passed students and acquaintance's-is an asshole. Being widely known for his heckling and for not caring of his consequences of his actions. Causing chaos on the trail he walks on, he is hated on by almost everyone. The friends that would stick with him would constantly make fun of themselves and others. He talks aloud for the sole reason that he know's he's obnoxious and stupid. He is lazy and gives his work a 50%. He considers every class - except Potions and Transfiguration - "boring, stupid, and could get get a prolapse by my uncle." He gives insults to everyone and anyone, teachers even. Which really get's him the most in trouble. His personality would really cause no threatening manner besides a frown and maybe some hurt feelings. He finds dueling and Quidditch fun, where he can annoy people more. Though, deep inside his mind, he feels lonely. From the many schools he would be in, he would see pairs and groups of friends, and despite him having "friends", they would really not get him. His real feelings being sent into a corner of his mind, making a facade of this asshole persona, to drive attention away from him so they wouldn't see how lonely he is. In the rare times he is angry, he really explodes, this is usually emotional anger, and it's towards a close family member, or even trusted friend ( Which is even more rare.) In the public, he displays anger with more insults, with no angry tone, but harsher and tougher heckle's History Being born into a family in California with a respected Auror- his father dying off due to a suicide from PTSD- her mother sent him Ilvermorny, where during his first year, he had gotten kicked out by setting afire to the herbology room. This would be a action of rebellion, as he wanted to spend time with his mother than school. Her mother- though- wanted to get him a good education, so she sent him to different schools across the world. From Russia to France to Northern Europe, Hugo had been kicked out from school to school, before his mother had been so focused on his life, she had gone to capture a Dark Wizard un-prepared. This would cause her inevitable fall. Hearing the news, Hugo had a breakdown, and had to move to his brother near England, where he would be sent to this "Hogwarts" place. " I'll burn this fucker to the ground" He said as he heard about it from his brother. This would be in the summer, where he had time to prepare. His brother, being a graduate from Hogwarts, had told him all the things about the school, and passed down his books and some robes for him. This year, though- will be different. Instead of him going to get kicked out- he will stay, and keep doing his malicious acts while still being able to stay at the school. This is for his mother's sake. Hugo- during his short years in different schools- had been proficient in Potions- since he "Likes the colors" and "Could spike someone's drink"- and transfiguration. The rest he would have mediocre grades- usually from him bribing or cheating off his peers. Extracurricular Activities: Quidditch Team Keeper Dueling Club member Local Heckler Future owner of "Dick's Diddly Doo's" ( being run by a fake name "Richard") Strength's: * True on his word about anything * A fine dueler and a fighter on anything else. * Potions and Transfig. Weakness's: * Heckler * "Plants hate me" * Insecure * Known to get into many fights * color=007236 Other: Ash wood Unicorn hair core 10" in length Hard flexibility * Half Blood * He likes to make fake wars with his miniatures and make obnoxious noises with their deaths. * He has access to his Patronus; which is a Pine Marten. * He has access to old books from his Brother with notes from the inside, which would help him with classes. "All of you are twats and cunts"</s> <\|message\|>Elliot Alexander Forrester Elliot Elliot listened to Jax as he looked around taking notice of the other two faces in the compartment who he'd never really spoken to before. The only times he'd taken notice of them properly was during quidditch games and they were both pretty good from his memory. There were many times that Piper had nearly wiped him out with a bludger during their games against each other, she had a canon of an arm when she smashed it. After Jax finished speaking, Elliot looked back to him and replied, "Yeah I'm all good, no complaints with me! I don't think I'm ready for getting up early for classes after sleeping in late all summer." Elliot let out of an over the top sigh thinking about getting up and then laughed. Elliot laughed a long with the rest of them when they started to talk about who was going to win in quidditch. He grinned to himself, thinking that he'd be taking the cup back with him for the Gryffindor's. The conversation changed between quidditch and work and Jax mentioned about tutoring people. "Yeah well as long as you help me get through charms again like last year, I'll be happy about that! I would have definitely failed if you didn't force me into getting the work done." He smiled at Jax, always having a soft spot for him ever since he helped him pass charms in the second year and the following years after that. It didn't take long for the train to start moving and he was glad for it, as he was never one for long journeys just because he started to get bored and wanted to get off after a while. The Slytherin girl, named Piper started to talk about chocolate frogs and wanting to finish off her collection. "Yeah, you can have my cards if you want, I'm in serious need of some chocolate right now but I don't collect them. Hopefully the cart doesn't take too long to come around!" Elliot smiled to her, thinking that this would probably be the longest time he'd spent with a Slytherin in his life. Being a Gryffindor, it seemed to be coded into their DNA to be a naturally mistrustful of Slytherins, but Elliot was always willing to give the someone the benefit of the doubt. @Hitman@Daydreamz@Cole</s> <\|message\|>Damian Griffin Hogsmeade Station --- Hogsmeade station is a rather quaint little station situated just outside the reaches of Hogwarts Castle. The station has a very old-fashioned look to it, with a few stone buildings making up the entirety of the station. Located a few steps just outside the furthest building is a trail, with self-drawn carriages awaiting the arrival of the students. The carriages carry the students the distance from the station all the way to the Castle, where the orientation ceremony will be held along with a giant feast. The Hogwarts Express came to a screeching halt after it's 9-hour trek throughout the day. The whistle gave one final blow as students from all seven years filed off the train quickly, eager to begin their studies at Hogwarts. Luggage is left behind, as it will be located in your dorm once you make it there. Once you make it to Hogwarts, you will be guided towards the great hall where you will seat at your designated house table. Shortly after Headmistress McGonagall will give the orientation speech, followed after by the Sorting Ceremony and Feast. --- Damian Griffin Damian had fallen asleep for the majority of the train ride. A few hours into it and Damian was leaning his head against the window out cold. His slumber however was interuppted as the train came to a stop, and the bustling of students leaving their compartments started to amp up. Damian slowly opened his eyes as he wiped the streak of drool that was coming out of his mouth. He groaned as he felt the stiffness in his neck from leaning in such a awkward position for hours straight. Managing to give his neck a good crack and stretching out as good as he could, he looked around the compartment. The students that filled the compartment with him started to file out one by one, each with their own quips about finally making it to Hogwarts. Damian was still a little groggy from his sleep, so he let all the other students go in front of him. One by one the people that filled the compartment started to file out, only then did Damian find his way off the train. Finally making his way off the train, Damian gave a soft yawn as he rubbed his eyes. He looked around for a minute, for a familiar face but couldn't find any. Guess they went on ahead. Damian made his way towards the carriages, hopping onto one of the final ones to depart towards the school. Damian found he was seated with nobody, most of the students had gone ahead and there were few stragglers left behind. Damian sighed as he twiddled with his thumbs, the carriage took off down the trail toward the school. --- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Hogwarts Castle is a large, seven-story high building supported with the help of magic. Throughout the school are many staircases that change throughout the day, along with dungeons and tunnels that lead to many different place through the school. The school had been rebuilt from the battle of Hogwarts years ago, with some new improvements to the school. Along with the many greenhouses outside, Hogwarts also has it's own Quidditch pitch for Quidditch games to be played. Surronded by mountains, a forbidden forest, and a lake the Castle is a sight to behold. --- Damian Griffin The carriage ride had been uneventful for Damian. Being alone on the ride, Damian was left with his thoughts and the wonders of the year to come. The students he met on the train all seemed to be very friendly and great people. Perhaps he would try and associate more with them, and try and actually make friends this year. He shrugged his shoulders, if they were meant to be his friends then they would end up being his friends. Damian gave out a loud yawn as the carriage pull up towards the school, a short walks distance was between him and his 5th year. Making his way to the giant doors, he creaked them open slowly. Throughout the large hallway you could already hear the echo being made from the Great Hall where all the students already were. Making his way down the hall, and taking one of the branches off towards the noise he approached the Great Hall. Entering into the room, he looked around as he took a deep breath. Tables were already filled with students talking about their summers and their aspirations for the upcoming year. Damian approached near the front of the table, where the 1st year students were going to sit. Sitting inbetween where the 1st year students were going to be and the rest of the students, he looked around the Ravenclaw table for a second before resting his hand under his chin and eyeing the front of the great hall where all the teachers were sitted. Giving out one last yawn before the start of the ceremonies.</s>	<\|message\|>Hugo Fiorin As the train to Hogwarts camp to an end, Hugo was on to his usual antics of fucking around. This time he was drawing rather vulgar words and symbols on a sleeping peer's forehead. His peer- later to be named "Marvin"- next to him chuckling softly. "Shut up you fucking dickwad, before I magic you a new asshole." "Like you can, fucking sket, bet you get that skill from your mum, innit?" Said the peer. " Nah, your mom taught that shit to me, she said it would be useful, she taught it to me while she was at the hospital. She had to recover after the complete destruction on her and her room last night. Shot back Hugo, talking clearly. It was obvious that Marvin was a born Brit, and would possibly be a good friend to Hugo. "Well you-" Marvin said before being cut off by the breaks of the train. This would make him lurch forward as Marvin was on the edge of his seat, wanting to get a closer look at the man. This would be the last thing before the peer would finally wake up, with the sound of Marvin's face being planted on the floor, and the pure laughter exerting from Hugo as that happened, " You're more retarded than that chocolate frog I ate!" Hugo said in between laughs, "And I'm sure that has too many chromosomes than your 'mum', you toilet drinking, jizz eating, dick cheese cutting, neck beard, lookin' ass." Said Hugo, he was grinning ear to ear then. The student with the ink on his face looked around, "W-what happened?" he said, looking confused and tired from his 'nap'. It was then the two boys had ran out of the compartment, leaving the confused boy to wander what happened. He later will find out that not ONLY did he had his forehead drawn with "Dicksucker" on it, though Hugo ALSO shaved the top of his head in a line, making it look like a reverse mo-hawk. Marvin pushed his and Hugo's way into the line of students leaving, Marvin being a bulky boy, standing 5'9, and clearly looked like he worked out 24/7. Hugo and Marvin made their way into the fifth or sixth carriage. Looking inside, Hugo squinted his eyes, eyeing the people that had been cursed to be with him in a short time. Oh, how he's going to make this time go for a long time.</s>
<\|description\|>Luke Lubowski Age: Twenty-seven years old Nationality: American Three random facts about your character: 1: Mild mannered and open minded, but easily tempered. 2: Carries around a lighter to use his powers in a pinch 3: Has murky yellow eyes and visible yellow veins. Mutant Power: - All liquids in Luke's body have been replaced with gasoline. - Luke's entire body is blast-proof and fire-proof, but he can be wounded by projectiles. - Luke exhales gasoline fumes, allowing him to breath fire if lite. - Immune to multiple forms of hazardous materials. Biography: Luke Lubowski is a male Caucasian mutant from the small suburbs of New Jersey. Luke spent all of his formative years living in a small home close to the interstate with a loving mother and father. Through most of his life, Luke always felt odd amongst his feel peers and found himself never making much friends and spending most of his time at the local gas station and dinner. When Luke hit seventeen years old though, his powers manifested. It began what seemed like a stomach illness. His body ached as the usually organic fluids change and shifted into something resembling petroleum gasoline. His breath began to stink of gasoline and his eyes changed to a sick murky yellow. No local doctors could figure out what was wrong with him. In his sickbed, Luke's father found the true nature of his son's abilities while lighting a cigar in front of him. As soon as his lighter sparked to flame, his son seemed to do the same. For a moment his father was absolutely terrified as he watched his son breathe pure fire like misty breath on a frigid day. After a moment of panic, Luke's father got his son some water and began working with him to understand his powers in secret. It would take months for his father to pay off the doctors to never say anything about his son's 'illness' and get him back to school with whatever they could do to mask his unnatural smell. After some years of experimentation and training, Luke finally felt like he understood himself and his incredible powers. Taking up a job at the gas station he enjoyed spending his childhood at, Luke would go on to buy the establishment from the bank after it's elderly owner died. He felt normal working at the station, always polite to customers and a diligent worker. Only a few months into his new life of management, where no one would ask him about his odd gasoline scent, the U.S. Government enlisted into an unorthodox Allied program known as "The Strategic Scientific Reserve". Despite his obvious objections, Luke was shipped off to England where he would be with others like him. 'Mutants'. On the outside, he was worried for his life and his family back home. On the inside, he was more then excited to know what other like him were like, and what the future held. The only thing he knew was that he was going to survive whatever trials and tribulations were ahead and get back home.</s> <\|message\|>Heinrich Aschelman. Heinrich Heinrich looked out into the sky and along the cityscape taking in the night air. He had spotted a larger building that stayed intact not all that far from the pub which would be the meeting place and decided to stay out of sight and out of mind. He had been very cautious upon arriving in England, as any German should, and had come up with a sort of cover identity for himself and with the help of the SSR he took the form of an American traveler Henry Allman, who was a pacifist and apparently had lost an eye so he had to cover it up. It had involved him adopting an accent and manner which had been a bit tricky at first but he fell into it easily after a bit of instruction though already having a good knowledge of the English language it severely shortened the process. This whole conflict made quite the mess for anyone trying to move about and flying him out of Switzerland had been the best way to get him out, albeit in a two man biplane, but sacrifices had to be made if he was going to get anywhere outside of Nazi controlled territory. He was grateful to the SSR for the help and where he had a certain respect for them the choice of meeting place was a little disappointing. A crappy dive bar which would be filled with people trying to drown out memories and sorrows. If there were British soldiers he generally stayed away from them if at all possible because they could make a German man very uncomfortable with some very angry rambling about the war. He was not exactly in a safe place all things considered however he was going to do what it took to help his country and countrymen to be free from the Reich. Despite any discomfort he respected the British for their unwillingness to back down even during the bombardment of the Blitz which destroyed a great deal of life and property. From his perch he could even still see some of the lasting damage which reminded him of his childhood living among the post war ruins of Berlin, though he didn't have it nearly as bad as others because of himself alone. He sympathized well enough with these people having been in that same situation but he wasn't sure if they could say the same. The Americans were something else entirely having sat out a good portion of both wars before coming in to steal the glory or at least try to prove their mettle in a large scale war. When it came to the Soviets he didn't really know whether to be terrified by or for them, probably both, because by what he heard the government and command was just as dangerous as the German war machine. He would reevaluate his opinions over time but these were just what he was seeing for the time being. As for the meeting he supposed it was going to be a meeting of the minds in a sense to introduce the group to one another and then get to business. He didn't know who or what he was dealing with in the form of powers or personalities so he would approach the night with some caution, he may have known there were others like himself but knowing and experiencing were two totally different things. There would be much to talk about in he guessed what with differing experiences and viewpoints but a key thing was to see just how they reacted to knowing they would be working with a German to stop Germany in essence. He thought it was an awkward proposition to begin with so he could only imagine what it would be like for the rest. It would likely be prudent to keep some of his unsavory past to himself lest he end up worse for wear. He would wait for a few more minutes maybe above before seeing if anyone else of this group had arrived. Heinrich formed something of a portal for himself out of the dark of the night to quickly travel down to ground level near the pub an alley away from it. He replaced the patch over his lit up eye and appeared at his decided location within moments clearing his throat so as to prepare for any speaking he might end up doing. The German moved quickly out of the alleyway and over towards the pub not wasting any time entering so he could find himself a comfortable seat mostly away from the drunk customers. This meeting was business so he wouldn't be drinking of his own volition unless it was offered though it wasn't like he was shying away from it, he was as much a fan of a good drink as anyone, but it would get in the way of any negotiations so he could wait until afterwards. It took a moment but he found a less occupied area near a woman who seemed to have had the same thought. "Mind if I have a seat?" Heinrich asked keeping his American accent up as best he could. If the woman had no issue he would sit and quite honestly he was bored so a conversation couldn't hurt to past the time before them meeting was underway.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Strelnikov Astrid Astrid walked down the alley between the two large buildings. It was a cold night, but she her dress had short sleeves. She loved the feeling of the cool air on her skin. It reminded her of her time back in the USSR. In the US and Britain the days were much hotter, with the sun constantly beating down on her shoulders, so anytime that the temperature dropped she reveled in the moment. Stepping out of the ally Astrid looked left and right. Not seeing anyone she walked to the nearest streetlamp. It was off due to the blackout that had been put into effect. Crouching down next to the base she breathed out for a long moment. Out of breath she pulled out a screwdriver and stuck it into the screw that held down the protective plate. Two small clinks followed the screws as they landed on the sidewalk. Reaching up with one rubber-covered hand she brushed her head tiredly then pulled off the cover. Tearing off her glove she reached inside and grabbed onto the small covered wires. Tearing at the wires, Astrid began to place the metal end on the skin of her hand. Energy rushed into her body, filling her with adrenaline. Instantly the tiredness wiped away from her body and she became more alert. She didn't feel like she was about to fall over from exhaustion anymore, instead feeling like she could run a mile or two. Pulling her hand back, she wrapped in the black rubber gloves and stood, brushing off her knees. Cracking her neck she grinned to herself before turning down the street and walking at a brisk pace. Shortly after walking Astrid stood in front of a pub. It was amazing that it was still open with the blackout in effect, but bombing hadn't happened for quite some time. Staring at it momentarily, a small bolt of electricity crackled through her hair, evidence of her recent charge. Striding forward with confidence Astrid pushed open the door. Immediately she was bombarded with an array of loud noises and sounds. A large bear of a man stumbled towards her obviously drunk. Quickly she stepped out of the way as the man fell out of the door. Smirking she thought about how weak europeans were in holding their liquor. As she reached the bar she called out to the bartender for a Vodka. The man stood there not hearing her, busy chewing his fingernails out of habit or nerves. "Ey nervnyy chelovek, liker, vodka." She slipped into russian while speaking to the man, but thankfully he heard her this time and managed to understand enough to get her the right drink. Siping at the drink, she drummed her fingers on the glass quickly trying to rid herself of all the excess energy she had pent up.</s>	<\|message\|>Luke Lubowski Luke stank like hell and looked like it too. In the darkened English streets, any passerby could smell the thick musk of gasoline radiating off him like an aura. A day or two without showering. Not a lot of time for personal grooming when g-men with big orders and thick skulls rip you away from home. He felt like a fish out of water, still wearing a blue jumpsuit with his station's name engraved into the breast. "Luke's Gas". It was simple, kinda like him. Nothing really going on and full of gas in the litterally sense. England seemed nice. People tended to mind themselves or just not care. Most looked scared, with the husks of buildings giving good reason why. Apparently something called "The Blitz" happened that caused a good chunk of destruction. Nazi assholes most likely. Blitz seemed to be their calling card. Luke passed through another alleyway quickly, trying to not let his scent stick to too many places and found himself just where he needed to be. The New Crown Pub. "Time to get some answers," Luke told himself as he crossed the street and entered the establishment. The smell of alcohol and metaphorical depression overbeared him for a moment. At least he wouldn't stink up the joint. Luke immediate walked over to the bar as he reached for his wallet. The barkeep was already taking care of someone else farther down, grabbing her a bottle of vodka. Luke opened up his wallet and pulled out a few singles and figured that after exchange-rates, he would have enough to get extra sloppy if need be. Luke shoved his wallet back into his pockets and looked at his arms underneith the lighting of the bar. His veins glowed a sickly yellow under the artificial lighting, another strange cosmetic change thanks to his "condition". He always forgot how strange he must look in public, like some plague victim or something. After looking around a bit more, Luke had trouble finding any g-men. He probably couldn't find any others like him either if he really tired, which is what the agent who directed him here promised he would meet. And get his answers. He hoped that the others like him had better luck in the genetic lottery then he did. He didn't know much about genes, but he did know that something was wrong with his. People weren't made to piss fuel and set their blood on fire. If he spat on the next drunk Brit to accidentally bump into him and lit a spark, the poor bastard would set like paper. Weird shit was about to go down, he could feel it.</s>
<\|description\|>Carrigan Trask aka The Hyena Gender: Male Role or Title: Former Slaver/Human Trafficker Appearance: In his mid forties, Trask has not aged well, with scars and age-lines forming a maze across his features. His blue-grey eyes defy his age, shining from within weathered, sunken sockets. Simple clothes sit beneath a long leather coat with heavy duty boots adorning his feet. Aside from the long grey hair, tied back into a ponytail, the major feature of Trask is the scar on his right cheek. A gnarled sigil had been deliberately cut into his flesh and burned, the sign of a former slaver. The people who had branded him, his former slaver colleagues, had also taken all four fingers on his left hand, down to the palm. Despite his age, Trask has great reflexes and combat awareness. However, due to the life he has led, he walks with a limp. Weapons: To compensate for the loss of the fingers on his left hand, Carrigan has commisioned a gauntlet made of hundreds of steel tesselating plates and sheet steel. The glove is heavy duty and is used almost as a shield, to deflect blows and open an opponent up for counters. To compliment his gauntlet, Trask carries a straight edged, double edged, rapier. Despite being only an inch and half across and almost paper thin, the sword is strong and capable of punching through toughened leather with ease. Background: Born into slavery, Carrigan's parents were killed by the owners of his family whilst he was only young. As he grew up, Carrigan showed an aptitude for violence and combat. Before his fourteenth birthday, he had taken his first life, pitted against a boy a few years older than him, in a combat arena used as sport by his masters. At sixteen, he was won from his existing masters by a slaver named Balthor Rend. He was thrust into the world of people trafficking and trading. He left an impression on Rend and, by twenty-one, had been freed and made a partner in the slaver's business. Reasons for Joining the Resistance:After witnessing the aftermath of one of the Crown's raids into one of the poverty stricken areas of the city, he reassessed his life. The soldiers didn't care who they killed, criminal or no. Men, women and children lay slain in the streets, brutalised and mutilated with no mercy nor remorse. He hated the world for what it had become and himself for so callously playing his part. He vowed to no longer be a part of a system that destroys and corrupts. Notable NPCs: Balthor Rend - Trask's former owner, mentor and business partner. Rend still operates a vast network of slavers within the city. Rend is now in his early sixties.</s> <\|message\|>Lady Ramia of House Crow After a while the men had returned to meet with their commanders and Ramia had given the command to the Avar twins - despite her insistence on a second round of patrolling the area the brothers instead decided to keep the morale of the men up and gave them the rest of the night off. They themselves headed to Stillwalker's Fall for few tankards of ale where they would drink until they'd be asked to leave. Ramia on the other hand made her way to her meeting with the Lord of Swords. When her presence was announced the Lady Crow had politely removed her hat, dropped on one knee and greeted the Lord of Swords very politely before taking her place on the table. Soon the talks turned in to the matter of dissidents and executions - Ramia's father had been very cozy in these kinds of talks, but then again he had been a psychopath who had gotten away with killing his own wife and eldest son. He had loved the chance of sending out the Crossbowmen to the streets to spread chaos and bloodshed. The black haired woman listened every word with an expression of icy calmness, but at the same time her mind was racing. When Ramia had been asked a question she pondered the answer for a good while - it had felt like an eternity for her. When she finally spoke her tone was quite cold, but nonetheless very polite. "I could spare you a few squads - though my sharpshooters might not be the best option for quelling dissidents. If the very best of the best men of the Royal Guard Houses are seen spilling blood of peasants, thieves, whores and other such it will first of all lower the morale of the Crossbowmen since they have been forced upon such a task which is in their own - and in my - opinion well beneath them." She stood politely and moved her left hand behind her back while continuing. "As you know, m'lord the Crossbowmen of the Guard Houses have over the years proven their loyalty and skill under the leadership of the House Crow - My house, which has served you and your family unquestionably for generations. Now, please m'lord, take no offense in my words when I ask you; should these skilled men and women who have honed their skill for years be sent to deal with a minor uprising of whores and thieves? Is it a reward worthy of their years of service?" The Lady Crow turned her attention to the Counselor and continued with a slightly more icy tone - which she would have not used if she had been in any lesser position, or if she hadn't already proven herself to be a skilled and charismatic leader with years of experience under her belt despite being in her early 30's. "Is the House Raven perhaps doing their job poorly? Do you perhaps lack the will to honor our Lord's orders? Or is it perhaps money you lack?" The dark haired woman paused for a moment and actually smiled at the old Counselor like she had just caught him lying. "Or perhaps the lack of money isn't the option after all..." Ramia lifted her right hand in an apologetic gesture and bowed her head towards the Councilor. "My apologies, implying that the good men and women of your House would be so spineless, disloyal and dishonorable towards our Lord that they'd accept bribes would be most impolite of me. Also implying that the men under your command are badly out of shape and in need of some good training if they are having troubles with what must be a small handful of disloyal curs... Would be most impolite of me." She took a deep breath and bowed her head towards the Lord of Swords. "My apologies, m'lord - if my bluntness has insulted you. I take full responsibility and accept any kind of retaliation against myself as you humble and royal subject."</s> <\|message\|>Raul Montoez At the fire stood a peculiar young lady, one more fetching then the average wench who scuttled in this unsatisfactory town, timbers tied to there backs and the soot and coal dust prying to there every inch, forcing them to gag in desperation, there lungs dreaming of a day when the former youth and cleanliness of their's is returned to the highest they had seen, like a new born baby. Instead, Hilde seemed polished. Her cheeks were not particularly rosy and she was clearly not a woman in the prime of her youth, but her beauty perused her even in these middle ages. She kept a sly promiscuous way to her. Her hip cocked to the side, and her eyes showing a fake lust in them. As she watched new face near her she couldn't help but smile, but did well to keep it friendly rather then the ruthless one she used often. He was new here, and he must have money then the average man. It wasn't called the town of rats just because of what she was 'selling'. The streets were filled with urchins and crooks, eyeing anyone they could use to get a quick buck, even if it meant they needed to thin the populous. Hilde and her accommodates were the kings of such swindling, and it was about to show. Unannounced to Mandis, two more where waiting for him. Both set to run, sharing an equal smile. One covered like a mummy, ready to bump into the man, and rush away and the other drooling old coot ready to give an alibi. They seemed to know what they were doing, and with each holding various tools for the job, they wanted this done soon. Raul wasn't about to let some newbie get the best of him, the 'king of the guttersnipes' the 'master of sleaze', and to him this was just a way for showing people the ropes in town. With a surprisingly stock built man with blond hair and dark brown eyes, his clothes nothing more than burlap and an ax dangling by his shoulder, he walked to Raul and sat a paper down, walking to the end of the alley to watch for others. This was sven. "He carries some knife, but it looks dull and fragile, not worth taking but knowing you I bet ya will" The man blustered in an Irish accent, slurring words. Raul merely chuckled. "I don't care if he's armed, tell me about the bags, or money" Replied the other man, only to back down when Sven clenched his fist, "By the way. I think this man's attempting to find you three. Be weary, it may be another Solvmed incident" Sven dully murmurs. "As I stated before, those assassins were sent at the expense of perhaps three ounces of silver, no one was trying to kill us, just gambling or enjoying a break with there cash" Raul growled. Silence follows as they watch the area before them.</s>	<\|message\|>Carrigan Trask aka The Hyena Though he didn't know who he was waiting for, when he heard the password murmured from behind the bolted door and the same door he had walked through swing open, he knew it was those same enigmatic conspirators who had walked in. He didn't turn in his seat, he didn't look at them, he didn't need to, he knew there would be a rallying cry of some sort. He would be foolish to think he was the only on in The Stiltwalker's Fall who was here for the same meeting. He finished his tankard and gestured to the barkeep for another. He had a feeling this was to be a long night. What he did see was a hooded figured disappear into the back of tavern. Whilst effective at concealing one's identity, a hood is not a subtle way of hiding the fact that is what you are doing. Trask always found his eyes drawn to those who appeared to be hiding something, and this new arrival was no exception. When time was called by the tavern's owner and the drunken patrons voiced their disquiet with various degrees of aggression, Trask found himself on edge. He had noted the sigils on the shoulders of guardsmen who had been drinking in there and, when the tankard was thrown, his hand twitched towards his sword. The last thing he needed tonight was to get sucked into a brawl. But the assorted assembly vacated without incident until he found himself with a choice. He still couldn't quite put his finger on what had led him here. Bad decisions, most likely. But he could either finish his drink, rise from his stool and follow the rest of the shambling, booze-soaked mass out the door and back into the night, or he could still finish his drink, rise from the stool and follow the hooded stranger into a meeting that would likely cost him everything for a chance at atonement. He finished his drink, slamming the tankard back down on the bar. He stood before pausing after shuffling his leg into a comfortable position. Crunch time, Carrigan... He thought to himself. The things he had done and the life he had led had forged chains for himself to match those of the countless others he had sold into servitude. As he got older, those chains grew heavier and longer. It was time to break them. With a nod to the bar owner, he walked past him and into the back room.</s>
<\|description\|>Georges Batroc Codename: The Leaper Age: 47 Gender: Male Powers/Skills/Experance/Equipment: Georges Batroc follows an intensive training regimen magnifying the natural power of his body. He's extremely fast and agile, performs world-class acrobatics, and possesses remarkable strength. His level of strength is, in fact, suspect - it is entirely possible he has some sort of low-level, low-profile mutation, especially when it comes to the strength in his legs. Batroc is capable of leaping about ten feet in the air unaided and has repeatedly demonstrated an ability to kick into a brick wall a hole large enough for a man to crawl through, or to wreck a well-made handgun by stamping on it. Many of the leaps he's made - particularly standing jumps - do not seem humanly possible, because he is aided by a special pair of boots, developed by SHIELD. Batroc briefly experimented with melee weapons, but prefers to remain an unarmed fighter. The first was a whip-cane - a flexible fighting stick about a yard and a half long. Presumably it was meant as an equaliser against opponents with weapons… or shields. Batroc is fond of mentioning that a whip-cane can kill a man in three blows. He also uses neural shock boots, which were a sort of stun gun built into his boots. Batroc has an endurance proportionate to his strength - he can be hit repeatedly by Captain America or even Mister Hyde and keep on fighting. His costume has enough Kevlar to stop most smallarms fire, though the impact will still hurt - and recent versions include goggles. Batroc once demonstrated the ability to kick small objects with enormous force and significant accuracy, turning them into lethal projectiles. Since he seldom does this, it is probable that only small, round or spherical objects can reliably be used that way - in the documented example, he kicked back a large coin flipped in his direction so it embedded itself in Deadpool's hand. Kickboxer Batroc is possibly the best tireur (savate fighter) in the world, and has demonstrated an ability to fight in combat singulier (one-on-one) such legendary hand-to-hand fighters as Captain America or Iron Fist. Though his initial training is in savate (French kickboxing) and military hand-to-hand techniques, he fights with a unique style leveraging his strengths. Batroc's form is highly acrobatic and emphases all sorts of flashy kicks — jump kicks, spin kicks, flying kicks (he loves those), etc. Back when kickboxing was relatively unknown, Batroc would often dramatically announce that he practised "savate - ze art of fighting wiz zee feet !", given his tendency to favour memorable statements over accurate ones. But he's actually an expert in martial arts techniques and can quickly recognise styles used against him. This can give him interesting insight, such as when he realised that Captain America (James Barnes) was employing systema moves. Among many other, Batroc is a master of krav maga - which is his preferred style when teaching hand-to-hand combat. Furthermore, Batroc is a skilled and experienced soldier, commando, adventurer, seducer, gambler and the like. He's an observant man and has a keen eye about human relationship - which allows him to be manipulative if he needs to. In 2011 he developed an interest in parkour urban acrobatics after meeting two traceurs (parkour practitioners) and realising that their philosophy about life wasn't unlike his own. Batroc quickly learned the techniques, and has been using parkour as his basis to teach acrobatics. Batroc is also wealthy thanks to high-priced mercenary jobs, and often has windfalls beyond his usual Wealth, allowing to enjoy enormous Manhattan or Monte Carlo penthouses, luxurious barges towed by a private tug, contracts to assemble a Batroc's Brigade, gambling sprees, etc… until he ends up in prison and the cops seize some of his asset Personality: Crazy, and loves to talk in the Thrid person. History: Georges Batroc was born in Marseille, France, and served in the French Foreign Legion. He is a French costumed mercenary who specializes in savate, a form of kickboxing. Although he has primarily appeared in the pages of Captain America, he has also faced off against the Punisher, Spider-Man, Deadpool, Hawkeye, Iron Fist, and Gambit. He has functioned as a member of Baron Zemo's Masters of Evil (one of the stronger recurring villain teams that plague the heroes of Avengers). Batroc was also a member of the ersatz "Defenders", a group of villains who were impersonating the actual Defenders. Batroc has occasionally led his own team, "Batroc's Brigade", whose membership has changed over time. The group has included the original Swordsman, Whirlwind, Zaran the Weapons Master, Machete, and various unnamed henchmen. The group has primarily fought Captain America. Most recently, the Leaper showed up as member of a small army of villains organized by Klaw to invade Wakanda, which included Rhino, Radioactive Man, the Cannibal, and the villainous Black Knight. However, he was still ultimately defeated by Black Panther's royal bodyguards. Batroc was next seen as an inmate of the extremely high-security prison The Cage. The prison sports a field that mentally suppresses inmates' abilities to use their superpowers. Wolverine states that "It doesn't matter how big you were on the outside. In here, combat experience is everything. Thugs like Wrecker and Thunderball might throw their weight around, but they'd never even dream of touching the big shots. Guys like Batroc and Kangaroo. Yeah, I know." Batroc was shown to be among the group of villains forcibly drafted into Baron Zemo's Thunderbolts team, and was then also forcibly drafted into Nick Fury's Thunderbolts with a lot of blackmail. Lots. other: 'Thunderbolt'</s> <\|message\|>Eric Brooks Eric stared down into the dark blue of the oceanic abyss. He leaned on a railing and tried to think of any way he could get to the submarine without getting wet. He soon realized such a way didn't exist. He cursed, Nick Fury, the eye-patched David Hasslehoff looking twat. He knew Eric hated getting his clothes wet and especially hated getting his hair wet. But there was no other option. It was either that or get forced into jail time. Eric let out a sigh, it wasn't just the thought of getting wet, he'd also have to find a position where he couldn't be seen by a large number of people. It took around 20 minutes to walk around the Gulf and find a location where practically no one was around. Eric took the liberty of getting a few supplies before he dived down, which included and was only limited to beer. He drank a few bottles before stuffing the rest into a waterproof bag he'd bought on Amazon a few days before. Nick had told him they'd bring all his stuff on board for him, but he didn't exactly trust the folks at S.H.I.E.L.D to not go through every inch of his things and only gave them the bare minimum. Finally it was time to find the sub and dive down to meet his new 'team'. He slung the backpack over his shoulder, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. He swam out to sea for a while before diving under, scanning the water after taking off his sunglasses. Eventually he spotted it, a big stupid black spot in the shape of a submarine. The Fantastic Four get a tower, the X-Men get a school and what does the famed vampire hunter, Blade get? A fucking submarine in the middle of the gulf of Mexico. This made him fear the rest of his teammates were just no-skill scrubs he'd been put with as punishment for all that unlicensed vampire hunting he'd been doing. Who knew you'd need a license for vampire hunting of all things, you'd expect it'd just be something you did rather than applied for. He swam down to the submarine, his enhanced eyesight greatly helping him spot it from far away. He felt a small pinch on his thumb as he opened the hatch. It must have been some sort of security system, making sure it knew who was coming in. This begged the question how S.H.I.E.L.D had gotten a hold of Eric's blood, and why they had it. He fell into the airlock, the water that had fallen in with him draining away through some concealed compartment. He was hit by a wave of heat as he took out his sunglasses again and put them back on. The bright lights were hurting his eyes to a degree. He was dried quite quickly, still, no excuse for making him get wet in the first place. He scoped out the submarine for a while, trying to find his room. He was in room 4-A, no doubt an omen signalling the 4 assholes he'd have to work with. He eventually found it and set his bag down on the bed as he got in. The room was small and cramped, like being a rat trapped in a box. S.H.I.E.L.D probably had a camera in there as well, same with the showers most likely. But who could blame them, if Eric was anyone, but himself he'd want to get a look at himself in the shower as well, if that makes sense. At least it had a TV, bad reception and all. He'd have to sign off for a DVD player at the very least, he thought checking the sides of the TV to see if it had one built in. It didn't. A monotone voice broke the silence within the cabin. "Briefing in 25 minutes. I repeat, Briefing in 25 minutes." He sighed, taking out a deck of cards and starting to play solitaire on the small desk in the corner.</s> <\|message\|>Scott Summers Scott hated crowds. Like, really hated them. They were easily in the top three things he hated, and only preceded by James Howlett and small metal tubes that tended to get everyone inside them killed if they happened to be ruptured by, oh, say... uncontrollable eye beams of instant obliteration. Or something of that nature. So when he'd received the details of the meeting place and the group's HQ, it would have been an understatement to say he was less than thrilled. A submarine floating in the ocean just off a public beach. The only way this could get worse was if Wolverine showed up. What were they even thinking with a submarine? At least if it was an airplane he'd still have his powers to help slow his fall, but in a submarine you were pretty much done as soon as the hull snapped in two. Which it was definitely bound to do at some point, given the team of former supervillains he'd been told he'd be working with. Stick a bunch of psychopaths in a big metal tube under the ocean. Whose brilliant idea was that? Then again, it would be a great way to thin the herd if they got out of hand. Maybe the selection of locale was more intelligent than he gave it credit for, though it still brought to mind the theme of a certain graphic novel turned film adaptation. Either way, he was here now and he wasn't going back. He watched several figures along the shoreline arrive and plunge into the sea as he finished checking his tank, then fitted the mouthpiece and dropped over the side of his almost pitiably small boat. It had been big enough for his purposes, but was still so small it would likely be lost in the surf once the waves grew choppy. He'd only needed it the once though, so he wasn't going to be put out by its loss. He'd foregone the goggles normally used by scuba divers, instead relying on a much lesser known aspect of his vision-based abilities. Ever so slightly, he lessened the psionic barrier between this realm and the one his power originated from, and his eyes took on a decidedly menacing hue of glowing crimson. The world before him turned to shades of red, but his gaze cut through the murk as easily as its full power could slice through a steel I-beam, illuminating the surrounding waters for him while the only thing others would see is two faintly glowing red spots, and that only if their eyes were exceptionally keen. Night vision of a sort, though a sort that only he could perceive at such a low intensity. When he reached the sub, he was unsurprised to discover that they'd taken the precaution of installing biometric security, and equally unsurprised that his DNA was already in the system. When SHIELD really wanted something, there were no lengths they wouldn't go to in order to get it. Once inside, he began divesting himself of the scuba gear as the hot air dried his wetsuit, which was actually his armored body glove, then dropped the gear next to the airlock door as he left and made his way to his quarters, room 7-A. Inside, he found the rest of his usual kit and stripped out of the body glove, replacing it with sweatpants and a white t-shirt. A voice came over the intercom informing him that it would be 20 minutes until the briefing, so he set about looking over his weapons and armor while he waited, just to make sure none of it had been tampered with after SHIELD got their grubby hands on it.</s>	<\|message\|>Georges Batroc Batroc sat in the Submarine. Bored out of his mind. It's kinda hard to be the "Leaper" in a place where you can't leap. He picked up a book he had been reading on the history of savate, his preferred style of fighting. He started reading the book before he threw it up in the air and kicked it to a wall. Damn Fury and his Damn missions! "Briefing in 20 minutes. I repeat, Briefing in 20 minutes." "Rahhhhhh!" he screamed, aggravated. "Brûle en l'enfer Fury! Merde Merde Merde!" He left his room and stormed down the hall, passing the A rooms. "Yeah, A Rooms. A stands for Assholes." He made his way to the briefing room and sat down by the briefing table.</s>
<\|description\|>Aaron Matthews --- Age: 21 Gender: Male Powers: Just your average guy, nothing special. Weakness: * School. My grades are fine but damn if it ain't boring as hell. * Clowns man...creepy bastards I can't stand them! * Mornings suck, people who are energetic at 6:00am get on my nerves. * My sister,well step-sister, we get along but she has powers and I don't so she kind of steals the spotlight whenever we are together but besides that we're cool. Skills: * Trespassing * Running * Climbing Hobbies: Skateboarding...it is life. Personality: I think I'm a pretty chill guy, it takes a lot to piss me off but most of the time I'm fine. Looking for a good time(wait not the way you think...or is it?) then I'm your guy because I'm up for almost anything EXCEPT CIRCUSES! I hate clowns. Background: My story isn't interesting until after my dad married my step-mom so i'll save you the boring details and say I was a stereotypical rebellious teen who loved skateboarding yada yada yada then BAM! My dad gets married again. Turns out dad's lady friend has a daughter and they both have a secret. Apparently the two of them are like magic elves or something I don't know. Our parents sent Kate to Orean Cause when they heard it had kids like her there and I was her tag along I guess. Likes: * Rocking out to my favorite music. Kate's band is pretty good when they do 90s rock. * Playing pranks on friends(or enemies) * Skateboarding around town * Hanging out wherever * Sneaking into places I shouldn't be at * Horror movies Dislikes: * Being asked about Kate, if your so interested in her then talk to her. * Staying in school longer than I have to, being with friends makes it bearable though. * I've been told I have problems with authority... oh well. * People who give skaters hell just for being skaters. We aren't all weed smoking bums. Take me for example, I'm a skater and all I do is break into places! See we ain't all that bad. Theme song: Sinister Kid by The Black Keys Clubs: Gaming Club is pretty much it, I try not to stick around school unless it's something involving Kate. Dorms don't change anything I'll only be there for sleeping most of the time. Dreams: I'm not looking to be famous or have tons of money. In truth I just want a nice place with good friends and good times. --- --- Kathryn Griffin The pic doesn't show it but I have green eyes..incase you were wondering --- Nicknames: Kate, Kathy, Kat, Kathriani(my elf name but it's only used between family...also when mom and dad are angry at me) Age: 21 Gender: Female Powers: Being an elf...I should probably explain that a bit more. Okay so forget the idea that elves today are those lanky forest people shooting arrows. In truth most of us stopped that once humans began to advance and we've lived in secret among humans for a while now. I'd say around The Age of Exploration was when we decided that hiding was no longer an option. If I remember correctly the only elves still living separate from humans are in the Amazon. Alright so back to me, as an elf I have a connection to nature as you can guess. I'm not some kind of hippie going around protesting every tree being taken down but I do tend to get upset about deforestation and large scale destruction of nature. Ok maybe I am somewhat of a hippie but still is it wrong to care about the earth? Ugh I keep getting off track. Ok ok so since I'm connected to nature I am very good with animals, like it's crazy how well I can handle them. Give me a wild bear and I'll have it eating out of my hands in mere minutes. Sometimes I can even possess animals but that takes a bit out of me when I try so I can only do it for a short time. That's animals, this is where it gets interesting. I don't know the scientific explanation for it but I'll explain as best I can. Plants are connected, the trees in a forest or the flowers in a garden are grouped in this kind of plant neighborhood. So like good neighbors they communicate to let each other know whats happening. Plants can exchange information about their surroundings and I can be a part of that neighborhood as long as I have an exposed part of my body-preferably my hands-on a plant in that group. Once I do I can get information on everything happening in and around that forest. How the plants interpret the information is beyond me but as for me I get it through a series of visions that come in and out of focus. Sometimes it's hard to get a good picture but if I focus hard enough I can block out whatever information I don't need and only receive visions I'm concerned with. Wow I didn't get sidetracked at all explaining that one...did I? Anyway, the last thing I have to tell you is the reason why humans haven't been able to find elves for so long. We have camouflage. No not like a hunter's coat like actual biological camouflage. It's more like an octopus' camouflage since our skin can change colors and texture to match the surrounding environment. But of course it only works in natural environments so I don't have an advantage at hide n seek in a house. Weakness: * If you haven't noticed by now I sometimes can ramble on when I talk about things. It's a habit, I like to talk to people so I say a lot and here I go rambling again.. * It's hard for me to stay angry at people, sure I can be upset but it's usually for a day or two at the most. You have to do something horrible for me to hold a grudge. * Poptarts. I don't know what it is about them but if I have one I have to have like seven or I'll go into withdrawal or something. Skills: * Playing my guitar * Singing * Surfing * Hiding. Camouflage or no I always find the best places to hide. Hobbies: * Playing bass guitar for my band. Sometimes I sing but most of the time it's Nathan. * Reading Personality: This is a hard one...I guess I'd describe myself as adventurous. While taking it easy every now and then is fine, doing nothing for too long kills me I like to get outside and explore. I'd say I'm very easy-going and amicable Background: City elves live like any other human, the only difference is well being an elf. My dad left when I was a baby, so my mom raised me on her own till I was about 12 when mom met Aaron's dad. The two of them got married a year later I've been step-sister to probably to probably the most stereotypical skater teen ever. Even so Aaron and I got along pretty fast, he's a fun guy and his ability to sneak into almost anywhere has come in handy when I needed to sneak out the house. He's even teaching me to ride a board which to be honest must be a pain because I can't stay on for more than five seconds before falling. So fast forward and my parents are sending me to Orean Cause since some students there are somewhat like me. I guess they were hoping I'd meet other elves. Thing is not all the students are "magical" so Aaron is coming with me to keep an eye on me(plus he got kicked out of our last school. Long story). At least I won't be alone on the first day. Likes: * Music, I'll listen to almost everything even death metal if I'm in the mood. * I like to try new things because it's an experience and you won't know if you like it unless you try it. * Being out and about. It sucks being stuck indoors all day. * Performing with my band. I don't mean to brag but we are pretty popular... ok we are pretty new but we've been at it for two years now and are getting pretty good. We haven't decided our genre so right now we do requests that way we get a sense of what we do best. * I love to swim, thankfully we have a pool in the backyard or I'd have to go to the community pool...yessh. Dislikes: * Macho tough guys. Seriously no one likes you. * Parties, as in the kinds that are just out of control and end up with half the people there passed out on the floor with puke on their faces. * Listen I know I'm an elf and I should love animals and I do I love all kinds...except snakes. Not because I think they are slimy they aren't it's that empty stare they have it's creepy as hell! Theme Song:The Rain by Oh Wonder Clubs: Music, Dance, Drama, and Gymnastics Dreams: More than anything I want to see the Amazonian Elves. Mom says they don't like city elves but I think it would be cool to see what we were like.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer was at a loss for words. 'Okay Kikka what do I do' Winifer asked just baffled. Kikka said nothing. 'No seriously like whats the best course of action here' Still nothing. 'Kikka' Winifer called out to her rather demandingly.'......play dumb' Kikka finally replied not much reassurance in her words. "I..........uhm.......that's something you don't see everyday" Winifer stumbled out. She looked at the girl still on the child's level. "What...uh.....what's your name I guess" Winifer asked looking over at the boy and back to the girl again. After the girl answered Winifer gave a small nod then turned to the boy standing up to her full height. "Sooooo....what exactly should I be making of all this." Winifer asked gesturing to the small child that had appeared. 'Your unusually talkative' Kikka noted almost like a complaint. 'A random girl just appeared I think it fits the situation' Winifer replied accidentally making an annoyed face.</s> <\|message\|>Ion Hinotoru Bride Bride was at utter shock too; he was about to take the tour that already started but then this girl who sort of looks like a mix of him and Allie who just hugged him. He didn't know who was this person and how did that person got there. "U-uhh-uh…." He just let the girl hug him but looking back at the three. He looked really confused and worried, he felt bad though that the little girl was just hugging him like she knew him but he really never seen the child in all of his life. Winnifer asked the girls name, maybe that would help...right at that moment he was really lost. "uummm…." Bride looked back at the tour and back at them, he didn't really want to miss it, even with maps he wasn't really good in directions and probably get lost within seconds. "S-sorry…b-but I do like to t-ake the t-our b-but….uummm" Bride to think of a way to not insult the girl that was hugging him.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksei Setlak Alex-Engineer By Nature 1:00PM the alarm sounded and Alex awaked,his room mate wasnt there strange ,now was time for lunch and he was hungry , he decided to go to the cafeteria and with him the papers of his new project , this new project is about scanning people with magical powers , he was going to use a complicated software to know if they are truly magic but in Alex words that means they have a strange radiation signal , he was working on this after he was accepted in Orean Cause , it took weeks for him to do 95% of the code which was a very high number for him , he decided to use a high modified cellphone to this as it is the portable device more capable for this . When he arrived the cafeteria he eated some sphaguetti , then something arrived to his mind he hadnt have contact with anyone not even a single word this could be good or bad , good because he doesnt want to be manipulated with some kind of mind reader and bad because he didnt talk no anyone normal too , he finished his food and started walking to his room with that thought.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Glad ya like it, you can expect food like that every day now." Edward finished off the Spaghetti in silence and afterwards went towards his computer, "Now, if you don't mind, my fans expect another video from me today, and don't question what I just said, we have a deal." Edward turned towards the computer and put on his headphones, "Hey Guys, I know you are probably expecting another game today but I've decided to just talk to you guys for a few minutes to update ya. My roommate seems pretty cool and I don't think he'll tell anyone who I am, besides I have something to hold over his head so he won't talk." Edward walks over to Penn, "Would you like to say Hi to the fans, don't worry I have a voice modulator so no one will realize who you are."</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn ate the spaghetti also in silence but he didn't finish it, he was already full after just eating half of it. He put the plate back down on the table; since Edward was nice enough to cook food at least he should help. "I-I will clean u-up…"He stood up as Edward when back to his computer to do some video stuff…fans…he did want to question it but Penn decided to let it be, done anger the devil and who knows how a person can act when they angry, he tested before and it didn't work well for him at all. It was weird hearing Edward talk to people who weren't there, like some crazy people would do but then again….he draws yaoi that's another thing that is kind of weird. Penn had to take note though on why he was making videos, he heard of commentators but only though of them as people with no real jobs. Maybe he should not say that to him…. And he said something about holding something against him…shit that made things worst, what does the guy know? Did he look at his work? Paranoia filled him. He should really keep quiet now…As he was about to clean up Edward asked him if he would like to say hi to his fans. This was an obvious answer. "ah-ah…. N-no t-thanks…" he stepped back, avoiding to do anything with his fans or videos.</s>	<\|message\|>Aaron Matthews The walk to the dorm was enough to get Aaron fully awake and by now he was his usual self. After hearing Marci say she owed him a favor Aaron let out a little chuckle with a smile, "Pssh, no problem. But hey if you want maybe we all can hang out today? You, me, and my sister? Maybe grab some drinks or maybe mess around here at school?" It had been a while since Aaron last saw Jessie. The last time the two of them were together was after she and Kate's band had that big gig over the summer, mostly because Aaron was doing his own thing. . Looking back it was quite a fun time. After their performance the band went through the city just going wild. "Come to think of it I think we had to bail because someone called the cops on us...killjoys", he thought before bringing his attention back to the now. "Hey Jess, long time no see, how's it goin'?".</s>
<\|description\|>Aaron Matthews --- Age: 21 Gender: Male Powers: Just your average guy, nothing special. Weakness: * School. My grades are fine but damn if it ain't boring as hell. * Clowns man...creepy bastards I can't stand them! * Mornings suck, people who are energetic at 6:00am get on my nerves. * My sister,well step-sister, we get along but she has powers and I don't so she kind of steals the spotlight whenever we are together but besides that we're cool. Skills: * Trespassing * Running * Climbing Hobbies: Skateboarding...it is life. Personality: I think I'm a pretty chill guy, it takes a lot to piss me off but most of the time I'm fine. Looking for a good time(wait not the way you think...or is it?) then I'm your guy because I'm up for almost anything EXCEPT CIRCUSES! I hate clowns. Background: My story isn't interesting until after my dad married my step-mom so i'll save you the boring details and say I was a stereotypical rebellious teen who loved skateboarding yada yada yada then BAM! My dad gets married again. Turns out dad's lady friend has a daughter and they both have a secret. Apparently the two of them are like magic elves or something I don't know. Our parents sent Kate to Orean Cause when they heard it had kids like her there and I was her tag along I guess. Likes: * Rocking out to my favorite music. Kate's band is pretty good when they do 90s rock. * Playing pranks on friends(or enemies) * Skateboarding around town * Hanging out wherever * Sneaking into places I shouldn't be at * Horror movies Dislikes: * Being asked about Kate, if your so interested in her then talk to her. * Staying in school longer than I have to, being with friends makes it bearable though. * I've been told I have problems with authority... oh well. * People who give skaters hell just for being skaters. We aren't all weed smoking bums. Take me for example, I'm a skater and all I do is break into places! See we ain't all that bad. Theme song: Sinister Kid by The Black Keys Clubs: Gaming Club is pretty much it, I try not to stick around school unless it's something involving Kate. Dorms don't change anything I'll only be there for sleeping most of the time. Dreams: I'm not looking to be famous or have tons of money. In truth I just want a nice place with good friends and good times. --- --- Kathryn Griffin The pic doesn't show it but I have green eyes..incase you were wondering --- Nicknames: Kate, Kathy, Kat, Kathriani(my elf name but it's only used between family...also when mom and dad are angry at me) Age: 21 Gender: Female Powers: Being an elf...I should probably explain that a bit more. Okay so forget the idea that elves today are those lanky forest people shooting arrows. In truth most of us stopped that once humans began to advance and we've lived in secret among humans for a while now. I'd say around The Age of Exploration was when we decided that hiding was no longer an option. If I remember correctly the only elves still living separate from humans are in the Amazon. Alright so back to me, as an elf I have a connection to nature as you can guess. I'm not some kind of hippie going around protesting every tree being taken down but I do tend to get upset about deforestation and large scale destruction of nature. Ok maybe I am somewhat of a hippie but still is it wrong to care about the earth? Ugh I keep getting off track. Ok ok so since I'm connected to nature I am very good with animals, like it's crazy how well I can handle them. Give me a wild bear and I'll have it eating out of my hands in mere minutes. Sometimes I can even possess animals but that takes a bit out of me when I try so I can only do it for a short time. That's animals, this is where it gets interesting. I don't know the scientific explanation for it but I'll explain as best I can. Plants are connected, the trees in a forest or the flowers in a garden are grouped in this kind of plant neighborhood. So like good neighbors they communicate to let each other know whats happening. Plants can exchange information about their surroundings and I can be a part of that neighborhood as long as I have an exposed part of my body-preferably my hands-on a plant in that group. Once I do I can get information on everything happening in and around that forest. How the plants interpret the information is beyond me but as for me I get it through a series of visions that come in and out of focus. Sometimes it's hard to get a good picture but if I focus hard enough I can block out whatever information I don't need and only receive visions I'm concerned with. Wow I didn't get sidetracked at all explaining that one...did I? Anyway, the last thing I have to tell you is the reason why humans haven't been able to find elves for so long. We have camouflage. No not like a hunter's coat like actual biological camouflage. It's more like an octopus' camouflage since our skin can change colors and texture to match the surrounding environment. But of course it only works in natural environments so I don't have an advantage at hide n seek in a house. Weakness: * If you haven't noticed by now I sometimes can ramble on when I talk about things. It's a habit, I like to talk to people so I say a lot and here I go rambling again.. * It's hard for me to stay angry at people, sure I can be upset but it's usually for a day or two at the most. You have to do something horrible for me to hold a grudge. * Poptarts. I don't know what it is about them but if I have one I have to have like seven or I'll go into withdrawal or something. Skills: * Playing my guitar * Singing * Surfing * Hiding. Camouflage or no I always find the best places to hide. Hobbies: * Playing bass guitar for my band. Sometimes I sing but most of the time it's Nathan. * Reading Personality: This is a hard one...I guess I'd describe myself as adventurous. While taking it easy every now and then is fine, doing nothing for too long kills me I like to get outside and explore. I'd say I'm very easy-going and amicable Background: City elves live like any other human, the only difference is well being an elf. My dad left when I was a baby, so my mom raised me on her own till I was about 12 when mom met Aaron's dad. The two of them got married a year later I've been step-sister to probably to probably the most stereotypical skater teen ever. Even so Aaron and I got along pretty fast, he's a fun guy and his ability to sneak into almost anywhere has come in handy when I needed to sneak out the house. He's even teaching me to ride a board which to be honest must be a pain because I can't stay on for more than five seconds before falling. So fast forward and my parents are sending me to Orean Cause since some students there are somewhat like me. I guess they were hoping I'd meet other elves. Thing is not all the students are "magical" so Aaron is coming with me to keep an eye on me(plus he got kicked out of our last school. Long story). At least I won't be alone on the first day. Likes: * Music, I'll listen to almost everything even death metal if I'm in the mood. * I like to try new things because it's an experience and you won't know if you like it unless you try it. * Being out and about. It sucks being stuck indoors all day. * Performing with my band. I don't mean to brag but we are pretty popular... ok we are pretty new but we've been at it for two years now and are getting pretty good. We haven't decided our genre so right now we do requests that way we get a sense of what we do best. * I love to swim, thankfully we have a pool in the backyard or I'd have to go to the community pool...yessh. Dislikes: * Macho tough guys. Seriously no one likes you. * Parties, as in the kinds that are just out of control and end up with half the people there passed out on the floor with puke on their faces. * Listen I know I'm an elf and I should love animals and I do I love all kinds...except snakes. Not because I think they are slimy they aren't it's that empty stare they have it's creepy as hell! Theme Song:The Rain by Oh Wonder Clubs: Music, Dance, Drama, and Gymnastics Dreams: More than anything I want to see the Amazonian Elves. Mom says they don't like city elves but I think it would be cool to see what we were like.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Doesn't seem like he wants to talk," Kronshi went back over to the computer and talked a bit about some upcoming projects and the like and then signed off. "Ok, edit out the part with Penn talking, even the fact that my roommate is shy could give people a hint to who I am." Edward edited the video and uploaded it to Youtube, thankfully due to his computer skills this took no time at all. "So I'm going to go for a walk, need to get outside sometime or I'll get fat off of my food, I mean sure it is low-calorie but any calorie can make you chub if you don't work it off. That should give you enough time to be alone and do your thing without me bothering you, as was our agreement, I don't mess with your pictures, you don't talk about my work. See ya later." With that Edward walked out the door, 'God, that guy is shy, I wonder what he's hiding. Eh, it doesn't matter as long as he keeps quite that I'm Kronshi.'</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie fixed her hair and looked at the ground for a moment. When she looked back up her eyes met Aaron's. "It has been a long time hasn't it, last time was .....summer..or..time,yeah, But uhm no yeah I'm doing-everything is awesome, like so great" Jessie got out to the best of her ability. The whole thing didn't come off to bad it mostly seemed like she was thinking about something else and was loosing focus. 'Nice Jessie.....That was.....really nice' Jessie criticized herself. Jessie turned her attention away from Aaron just so she could think for a minuet. "Wasn't there a mention of like a party later. Unless I heard wrong" Jessie suggested thinking back to the opening speech."We should all go to that" Jessie finished gaining back some of her calm. She hoped the awkwardness she carries would go away. She was sure it was just because Jessie hadn't seen him in a while. After a day of hanging out Jessie would calm down. She was sure. Really really sure. Really not so much but hey lets hope for the best sure.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn nodded, letting Edward do whatever he wanted to, he cleaned the dishes and put away the leftovers in the fridge for later. He made sure that he wasn't really there at all, being quiet, avoiding eye contact and that such. After Edward left after saying something about doing your own thing Penn let a sigh of relief, threw his arms in the air and shouted. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" He can finally breathe again, no one was there and it seemed like paradise to him now. No guys or people to scare him or make him freak out. It was utter paradise for Penn. Then what made it better is that Vowcalled him ewhich made hm feel better. "Hi P-" "VOW!! I Miss you!! I don't want to be here!! Let me go!!" Penn begged, he did not need school; he can earn money for himself. "No. You need it, anyway I am hear to tell you about the draft, its been moved to Saturday so you more time now." "Great!!" "Wait on that though…You got an interview tomorrow…meeting at that school…good luck MicoMico. No worries, I am sure no one will find out." The he hanged up, Penn utterly shock wanted to cry, he didn't want to mix work with this now…interview great. "Why you do this to me…" Penn sighed as he got his folder and began to draw the chapter he was working on. He can work in peace now.</s>	<\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Hearing Jessie mention the party jogged Kate's memory, "Oh yeah I forgot about that, Aaron you're coming right?" Kate only asked because she knew Aaron wasn't one to stick around school longer than he had to. Hopefully the promise of a party would be enough to get him to stay. "I don't know, maybe", Aaron replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately Aaron had to make a choice, he could either go to the party or go to "The Cave". The Cave was an underground skate park, by underground meaning it was where degenerative individuals placed bets on skateboard races, loud music played, and the general vibe of the place was "illegal". While Aaron wasn't the kind of guy to do anything horribly illegal he did have a reckless sense of adventure which got him into trouble a lot. "What do you mean maybe? Everyone at school is going to be there, I thought you liked parties?", Aaron's response confused Kate. The only tme he's passed up going to parties was to...of course. "You're going to that shady skate park aren't you", she said with an eyebrow raised. While Aaron was old enough to think for himself Kate couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for him. "So what I am it's no big deal, I'll be fine" "You know that place is filled with creeps right" "I can take care of myself" "Uh huh, sure. C'mon forget that place, be with friends, have some real fun", Kate grabbed both Jessie and Aaron by the arms and the three of them were bunched together somewhat awkwardly. "Alright, Alright, I'll go to the party...then The Cave. Yo Jess, you comin with?", Aaron asked. If he was going to go he might as well bring someone with him, it'd be a kind of after party. Plus it'd be good chance to catch up on old times since he figured the actual party would be more about the now instead of back then.</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn Nazareth Thorne Evelyn - "It's as if She were Dead..." Years ago, if one were to climb the stairs of the Orean CAuse Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, what would they have seen? They would have bared witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes. The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room. Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone. A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing creepy masks, the other of some grisly maniac, and lastly a portrait of some ghastly family, and next to that bed was a sinister instrument, its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier...an amplifier that no longer droned with a static sound...just like the stereo on the old, dust covered dresser no longer played, and the red BC Rich Warlock....she no longer needed... And that was just how Evelyn found her old dorm, still the same as she left it, the day she....went on... Stepping into her old abode, it was like descending back through the past, the memories hitting her one after another like bullets from an M16 stuck to her head. A tear, warm and brimming with melancholy, it snaked down her cold, lifeless cheek and fell to the dusty hardwood floor, empty red eyes gazing to the bed she and Lisa once shared many a night, chatting, watching movies, playing videogames together...and...sharing their love for one another, a love....Evelyn could no longer feel. She sighed, a pain wrenching her heart as deeper she descended into the vicinity of the old dorm room, taking her usual spot, right there on the red couch in the center of the room. She swore as she passed her old bed, she could see the ghosts of herself and her sweet, beloved girlfriend, re-enactments of recollections....she no longer wished to possess. From behind her back she pulled the Hymn of Thanatos, her new wicked axe, and hardwired it into her Schecter Hellion amp-head, closing her eyes and letting her fingers carry her away into the darkness, her pick plucking at the thick metal strings and belting out the painful but beautiful masterpiece of melancholy and anger....that was Pantera's Hollow. Hollow.....it was exactly how she felt. Nothing was left for her after all that...all that she endured for so long, and now the pain poured like blood from her fingers trailing up and down the neck of her guitar and plucking notes softly...at least before the heavy part kicked in and her foot slammed down hard on her distortion pedal...and her sadness...became anger...</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride turned to the person who answered his question, it was a girl still taller than him…he was quite short. "O-oh…okay t-thanks.." he bowed his head, showing thanks to the person, she must be new too since she was near the tour group. She introduced herself as Winnifer, it was a cute name….reminded him of some plant he called Winnie when he was young. He missed that plant...sad it had to die after his surgery. "Oh…I-I am Lavender….b-but you can call me B-bride." He gave a small smile the girl and shook he hand lightly, he wanted to make some new friends and she was really nice to him so he had to be nice a s well. He was not sure what to say next, he looked around wondering what to say. "uuhh.h….t-the s-school l-looks nice…" it's a start… Iyo@Remipa Awesome Iyo continued to dance his heart out, his dance members were sure getting a lot of people interested in the dance club with all of his dancing though he did a sugar break. Once the music stop he looked at his club mates and waved them off for a sugar break. "Be back! Need some sugar in my system!!" He waved them off as he went way form the crowd, he took out a chocolate bar, a packet of skittles, a mars bar and three chocolate chip cookies form his bag for his small sugar break. He ate the skittle pretty quick, as he loved the sugary feel. ""'mmmmmnnn……sugar!!" he sat down by the fountain to continue his sugar craze snack time. Iyo noticed a boy throwing a coin in the fountain, weird…wasting money on that…. He could have bought a candy with it! "Hmmm…. Social itme?" he said out loud to the guy, wondering what the heck he is talking about as he ate one cookie. Penn Penn was nervous to see his roommate pick up the papers but he didn't look at them, not that one thing he can be relaxed on. "N-no it-s fi-n-e…." He stuttered out, trying to give some distance with the guy. "t-thanks…" He still continued to avoid contact with the guy, he felt really small, not because he was quite small form the guy but the fact he had to self-confidence at all. He got a small watermelon candy form his pocket and ate it, it sort of help him calm down with scenarios like these but just a tiny bit. He sucked on the artificial flavored candy, trying to calm his nerve. Penn was still twitching and stuttering but the guy doesn't seemed to bad….he was not sure…. He couldn't trust anyone yet. "I-I-I ju-st…n-not u-u-used to-to pe-op-le…." He admitted a=that but he was to admitting that he was afraid of guys yet…it might weird the guy out.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Eh, I'm not a big fan of people either." Edward walks over to the kitchen area, "Hope you don't mind the equipment taking up a lot of your leg room at the desk." He opens the fridge and looks through the food they were provided with, "If your hungry I can make us something to eat." He pulls out a couple ingredients and turns on the stove and walks over to Penn while remembering to keep his distance, "How's Spaghetti sound?"</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer nodded her head. 'Awwwwww What a poor little baby. He's so cute with his stuttering. You have to become friends with this one. The poor wee lamb' Kikka chimed in Winifer's head very interested. 'Actually I don't have to do anything Kikka, but he does seem nice' Winifer thought trying her best to still look as though she was paying attention to what was it again..Bride. Yes Bride. Winifer thought about how strange a nickname that was before Bride mentioned the schools beauty. "Yeah,.....It's pretty" Winifer replied nodding slightly. 'Really Winni thats it. You need to interact better thats just not gonna cut it' Kikka warned ready to meddle. "So...where are you from" Winifer asked hoping to appease Kikka.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride couldn't help but to smile back, when he though about the school was really pretty…a bit more flowers and it would be wonderful but it was pretty. When Winnifer asked about where he was form he stopped smiling for a second, he had a hard life before…. Hospital, break ups, divorces in the family…it was a mess but he tired to be positive about things and gave a small smile. "I-I am from h-ere…but stu-died in a-nother school…I had to tra-nsfer…. My m-mom owns a flower s-h-shop near here." He answered, giving just a brief tale of how he got to Orean. "What a-about you?...I-if you m-mind me a-sking…" Bride couldn't stop stuttering, it a part of his sickness he had as a kid and that was the side affect of it. Penn Penn somehow laughed da bit, it was small laugh but still laugh, one thing in common…that's good. Edward… he tired to avoid thinking about twilight for a second…the movie ruined the name for him. "P-penn…" He said back, he looked on the equipment the guy had….he had a lot of techy stuff for sure but it didn't mind him just have a table and he is good…and some instant ramen. "I-It f-fine…j-just ne-need a d-desk th-that's all… oh y-you can coo-cook?..co-cool...t-that b-be ni-nice..." he slowly interacting with Edward but still avoided any contact form there, and if he stayed a good amount of distance its good enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise She laughed a bit at the way Monsieur le Blond almost went the entirely wrong way, and then followed him towards the building. That seemed to be a strange conversation, as Marci only heard Aaron speak, and not his sister. What was having siblings even like? They seemed to argue about the whole 'morning' and 'map' thing before they finished the call. Marcia assumed that Aaron obtained the directions, and so they were finally allowed to get to the dorms. Well, they could have gone anyways, this way was just going to be much faster than running around the dormitory looking for room 211. In no time, they had gotten to the dorm room. 211 was indeed the number Marci saw besides the door to the room. She decided to be polite, and said, whilst knocking on the door to be sure that her roommate were in there and would answer. "Thank you, Monsieur! You have helped me, I vill be sure to repay you one day!" Marci took a cookie wrapped in paper towels, and took the paper towels off before biting into it. Her bags and suitcases were set behind her, and she was ready to step in whenever her new roommate decided to answer the door.</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Glad ya like it, you can expect food like that every day now." Edward finished off the Spaghetti in silence and afterwards went towards his computer, "Now, if you don't mind, my fans expect another video from me today, and don't question what I just said, we have a deal." Edward turned towards the computer and put on his headphones, "Hey Guys, I know you are probably expecting another game today but I've decided to just talk to you guys for a few minutes to update ya. My roommate seems pretty cool and I don't think he'll tell anyone who I am, besides I have something to hold over his head so he won't talk." Edward walks over to Penn, "Would you like to say Hi to the fans, don't worry I have a voice modulator so no one will realize who you are."</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn ate the spaghetti also in silence but he didn't finish it, he was already full after just eating half of it. He put the plate back down on the table; since Edward was nice enough to cook food at least he should help. "I-I will clean u-up…"He stood up as Edward when back to his computer to do some video stuff…fans…he did want to question it but Penn decided to let it be, done anger the devil and who knows how a person can act when they angry, he tested before and it didn't work well for him at all. It was weird hearing Edward talk to people who weren't there, like some crazy people would do but then again….he draws yaoi that's another thing that is kind of weird. Penn had to take note though on why he was making videos, he heard of commentators but only though of them as people with no real jobs. Maybe he should not say that to him…. And he said something about holding something against him…shit that made things worst, what does the guy know? Did he look at his work? Paranoia filled him. He should really keep quiet now…As he was about to clean up Edward asked him if he would like to say hi to his fans. This was an obvious answer. "ah-ah…. N-no t-thanks…" he stepped back, avoiding to do anything with his fans or videos.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews The walk to the dorm was enough to get Aaron fully awake and by now he was his usual self. After hearing Marci say she owed him a favor Aaron let out a little chuckle with a smile, "Pssh, no problem. But hey if you want maybe we all can hang out today? You, me, and my sister? Maybe grab some drinks or maybe mess around here at school?" It had been a while since Aaron last saw Jessie. The last time the two of them were together was after she and Kate's band had that big gig over the summer, mostly because Aaron was doing his own thing. . Looking back it was quite a fun time. After their performance the band went through the city just going wild. "Come to think of it I think we had to bail because someone called the cops on us...killjoys", he thought before bringing his attention back to the now. "Hey Jess, long time no see, how's it goin'?".</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Hm. This 'Arun' they speak of, is this the monsieur that lead her to her dorm? That seemed like it would be correct, so she just assumed that- "Oh! That sounds like fun, though I have something to finish up." putain merde cul grossier stupide blondes baise Ich schwöre, sie werden nach diesen Süßigkeiten shanked werden sind gut und weg As I was saying, she grabbed her bags, and head to a desk. She took out some snacks she gathered from a place that sold a good amount of pastries, and looked over them. Her raspberry truffle tart seemed to be still intact! Hooray! Keeping to herself for the evening was turning out to be a decent idea, as now she could try out the foods she had been meaning to get to for weeks now! She got out her fork and knife, cut out a small piece of said tart, and tried it. Fucking aces. This was the reason why she loved sweet foods.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Doesn't seem like he wants to talk," Kronshi went back over to the computer and talked a bit about some upcoming projects and the like and then signed off. "Ok, edit out the part with Penn talking, even the fact that my roommate is shy could give people a hint to who I am." Edward edited the video and uploaded it to Youtube, thankfully due to his computer skills this took no time at all. "So I'm going to go for a walk, need to get outside sometime or I'll get fat off of my food, I mean sure it is low-calorie but any calorie can make you chub if you don't work it off. That should give you enough time to be alone and do your thing without me bothering you, as was our agreement, I don't mess with your pictures, you don't talk about my work. See ya later." With that Edward walked out the door, 'God, that guy is shy, I wonder what he's hiding. Eh, it doesn't matter as long as he keeps quite that I'm Kronshi.'</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie fixed her hair and looked at the ground for a moment. When she looked back up her eyes met Aaron's. "It has been a long time hasn't it, last time was .....summer..or..time,yeah, But uhm no yeah I'm doing-everything is awesome, like so great" Jessie got out to the best of her ability. The whole thing didn't come off to bad it mostly seemed like she was thinking about something else and was loosing focus. 'Nice Jessie.....That was.....really nice' Jessie criticized herself. Jessie turned her attention away from Aaron just so she could think for a minuet. "Wasn't there a mention of like a party later. Unless I heard wrong" Jessie suggested thinking back to the opening speech."We should all go to that" Jessie finished gaining back some of her calm. She hoped the awkwardness she carries would go away. She was sure it was just because Jessie hadn't seen him in a while. After a day of hanging out Jessie would calm down. She was sure. Really really sure. Really not so much but hey lets hope for the best sure.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn nodded, letting Edward do whatever he wanted to, he cleaned the dishes and put away the leftovers in the fridge for later. He made sure that he wasn't really there at all, being quiet, avoiding eye contact and that such. After Edward left after saying something about doing your own thing Penn let a sigh of relief, threw his arms in the air and shouted. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" He can finally breathe again, no one was there and it seemed like paradise to him now. No guys or people to scare him or make him freak out. It was utter paradise for Penn. Then what made it better is that Vowcalled him ewhich made hm feel better. "Hi P-" "VOW!! I Miss you!! I don't want to be here!! Let me go!!" Penn begged, he did not need school; he can earn money for himself. "No. You need it, anyway I am hear to tell you about the draft, its been moved to Saturday so you more time now." "Great!!" "Wait on that though…You got an interview tomorrow…meeting at that school…good luck MicoMico. No worries, I am sure no one will find out." The he hanged up, Penn utterly shock wanted to cry, he didn't want to mix work with this now…interview great. "Why you do this to me…" Penn sighed as he got his folder and began to draw the chapter he was working on. He can work in peace now.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Hearing Jessie mention the party jogged Kate's memory, "Oh yeah I forgot about that, Aaron you're coming right?" Kate only asked because she knew Aaron wasn't one to stick around school longer than he had to. Hopefully the promise of a party would be enough to get him to stay. "I don't know, maybe", Aaron replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately Aaron had to make a choice, he could either go to the party or go to "The Cave". The Cave was an underground skate park, by underground meaning it was where degenerative individuals placed bets on skateboard races, loud music played, and the general vibe of the place was "illegal". While Aaron wasn't the kind of guy to do anything horribly illegal he did have a reckless sense of adventure which got him into trouble a lot. "What do you mean maybe? Everyone at school is going to be there, I thought you liked parties?", Aaron's response confused Kate. The only tme he's passed up going to parties was to...of course. "You're going to that shady skate park aren't you", she said with an eyebrow raised. While Aaron was old enough to think for himself Kate couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for him. "So what I am it's no big deal, I'll be fine" "You know that place is filled with creeps right" "I can take care of myself" "Uh huh, sure. C'mon forget that place, be with friends, have some real fun", Kate grabbed both Jessie and Aaron by the arms and the three of them were bunched together somewhat awkwardly. "Alright, Alright, I'll go to the party...then The Cave. Yo Jess, you comin with?", Aaron asked. If he was going to go he might as well bring someone with him, it'd be a kind of after party. Plus it'd be good chance to catch up on old times since he figured the actual party would be more about the now instead of back then.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie grew a little smirk. "Yeah why not it can't be that bad right" Jessie laughed out. She had missed this. The two of them bickering, and Jessie just enjoying the ride. Jessie wondered about their other band mates. They hadn't met in a few weeks with the new change of schools, and the way a certain singer had been acting lately had put a negative air over the wholes group. Jessie was sure it was just a phase. It happened every now and again they got through things like this before. She was sure they would again. Jessie looked over Aaron's shoulder to see Kates roomate munching on something that looked truly delicious. "So while we're waiting for the party to start what should we do" Jessie asked. She then tiptoed over to the girl. "Maybe we could all go get something sweet to eat off campus" Jessie suggested to the girl looking over her shoulder as she seemed to be rather engrossed in her pastry.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Well, it seemed that one of Kate's friends guessed how to make Marci pay attention to them. When someone mentioned 'sweet,' 'sweets,' 'candy,' 'ice cream,' 'snowball,' 'danish,' 'tart,' 'pie,' 'cookie,' or 'pastry' in their sentence they had their attention. Marci turned around to see Kate's friend, and said, "Oh, really? I haven't tried many places around here, zat seems interesting! Ah, I zink I forgot to mention my name, and I shan't be rude, so my name is Marcia Germano. You can call me Marci, for short. And yours...?" She asked. She knew Kate, she knew Arun, (or was it Aaron? No, too obvious) but she did not know this girl, as she wasn't paying much attention to their conversation. She thought her name started with a J... Jessie, maybe? It seems like a common English name for girls... No. Too obvious. lrn2smrtameriplebs</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn was dead… his roommate who is a guy, which he feared the most of was on top of him and was sleeping… he wanted to cry, no in fact he was crying but he did it silently, he shook in fear violently, trying to repress those awful memories of the past. He wanted to forget them but in his situation he couldn't all he can do is lay there. "H-h-he-help…" He cried out weakly, hoping just hoping something can save him from this nightmare. He did try pushing Edward off but he was to heavy to do so. He was stuck and no way out.</s> <\|message\|>David Miller DAVID! David walked into the party, he was feeling pumped. The vodka in his jacket may have had something to do with that. Well the party was active he decided it was a good enough distraction for him to spike the punch. His last school had the idea to keep the drinks in their containers to prevent spiking, it helped but didn't stop it. David casually walked over to the punch and poured some of the vodka into it, it was strong so he figured he didn't need much. After that all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the fireworks. Hunter! Punch sounded good to Hunter right now. "Ya I'm open for some punch!" This place was different, not sure how yet...But Hunter liked it. He walked over to the punch bowl and grabbed a cup, though after his first sip he stopped, not only did it taste...strange...it reacted...he felt the current run through it like...something else... "Is this school prone to spiked punch?" Hunter would ask Iyo.</s> <\|message\|>N/A Revan "You know I've a talent with words and persuasion, so I can probably get them to follow you like chicks to a hen if I really wanted to. But yeah, yeah, I'll come over, if I'm sober. . . and awake. . . and I feel like it . . . and don't have a buxom blonde in the bed with me when I wake up. If you have some dinner with me, you can make sure all of the above happen, perhaps you'd be interested in taking the blonde's place?" Revan gave his co-worker a charming, appropriately devilish grin, looking rather smug as always. Even if Delilah turned him down, it was no skin of his bones, it wasn't like picking up women was hard for him and he had an eternity to sleep with another immortal, so he was in no real rush. Looking over to the punch bowl, he saw one kid pour some vodka into the punch bowl. Now what he should've done is draw attention to the boy and kick his ass out, but what he was going to do was sit back and let the chaos unfold. He was the security guard, and thus, the most likely person that people would come to in this situation. So if any of them wanted to ruin the fun, he'd just convince them to forget about it. Xavier Having left Aleida at his dorm, using her magic usually assuring that she'd be out for the rest of the night, and Alex somewhere he couldn't remember, Xavier came to the party dressed in his nicest clothes, a dress shirt, a jacket, some clean blue jeans, and a new pair of sneakers. Yeah, him and his dad never really ended up in places where nice clothes were essential, required, or even favored. Walking up to the punch bowl, he nervously got himself a cup full and quickly downed it without tasting it, surprised to find that their was alcohol in it. And strong stuff as well, though Xavier was pretty much unaffected by it, having been almost raised on alcohol his whole life, or at least since he was 6. It had stopped having an overly adverse effect on him when he turned 12, and he was able to outdrink almost anyone with relative ease. The only people who had managed to beat him were his Dad, every single time, and surprisingly enough, Aleida. It had been a few nights ago, where his dad had cranked out some casks of vodka he had acquired from somewhere, challenging the two of them to a drinking contest, Now, having been raised like this, he saw no harm in letting Aleida join in and soon the 3 of them began to drink like no tomorrow. When he woke up the following morning, he saw Aleida tapped to the ceiling fan and his dad passed out in exhaustion. Apparently, after round 120, where Xavier had to call the quits and faint, Revan and Allie had kept going until round 415, where Allie was dead-drunk and started using her powers willy-nilly, firing off bolts of energy, fire, wind, lighting, you name it as she pranced around the room(which she expanded to be the size of a football field), with Revan chasing after her. Soon, having enough, he just wrapped her up in duct tape, then taped her to the ceiling fan, where she spent the rest of the night making a breeze to spin herself around before she finally fainted. When she woke up, she had to go pee really badly, but that was a story for another day, one that is hopefully far away. "Good punch, needs something else to give it some more kick, though." he commented to no one in particular, getting himself another cup full. Awesome</s> <\|message\|>Ion Hinotoru Iyo Awesome Iyo went towards the punch and poured himself a cup, sipping it while Hunter talked. He did notice the taste and that he was really mad. "OH MY GOD! YOU IDOIT!!" He shouted as he though the one who spiked the punch was his bog bro twin idiot Hana. "He does this every time!!! I tell him to stop but noOooOOO! He has to do this thing again! Ugh!" He shouted ay the air with frustration, believing that Hana has done his pranks once more but Iyo being so mad he drank more of the punch without care of the alcohol. He turned back to Hunter and another guy saying the punch needed a kick to it more. The thing is though that Iyo was light so any alcohol at all…well… "SHhoo STthhupid! I Hwaattee Yoouuu Haaaana!! " He became a drunken mess easily... Iyo drank more of the punch, complete drunk after a couple of sips. He swayed around and nearly tripped on his own. "Haannaaa wwhhyy…" Hana Awesome Hana looked at the punch again and noticed….someone just spiked it…the guy just spiked the punch…He was going to do that…. "You…fucker…" He growled, no one ever steals his thunder; he had been doing the prank since he got to high school. And if that guy steals it...He walked away form the girl and towards the guy who just spiked it and grabbed him from the collar of his shirt. Though it looked kind of funny who a 5'8 guy was threating a 6 foot guy but Hana was surely angry. His Yankees knew how mad Hana can get and made sure they don't stop him and if they did well they never really want to talk about it. "You spiked the punch heh…Well look here kid…" He stepped back and then quickly pushed him onto the floor causing a lot of people to turn to him and the guy. Hana curled his hands to a fist and seemed ready to pounce. Giving out a smile that said you are dead on it made things seemed worse. "No one does that but me…" Then throwing a punch at him.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise "I don't think they know the recipe. Or maybe it's in some website that's only in German, I dunno." Marci said, thinking of the reasons why. Why wouldn't they want to make cakes with those delicious malt balls in them, that'd be a good idea, wouldn't it? They'd get a lot of money from Marci for it too! The eye-person, who went by the name of Graiai apparently, seemed like a nice girl. Maybe people looked away from the girl because of the eye she carried around? That would mean that they were terrified of eyes that were carried around by a girl who looked to belong in a game shooting bullets at other little girls be in her highschool years. That sounded kind of dumb. Maybe people don't like seeing eyes not on a living whatever's head? Maybe I'm going too in-depth with this stupid topic about eyes? Yes. "Oh, hello, Graiai! My name is Marci Germanoo, it's nice to meet you." Of course, Marci could be the only one with sweets in this school, so she would have to take whatever the pink-haired girl had that was sweet to be the crowned queen of sweets. She would then have to murder that Iyo kid to get his milkshakes and be the crowned queen of milkshakes, feared by all milkshake drinkers and sweet lovers. The perfect plan. Then, Marci- "Nope. No nude fantasies of me in your sketchbook." Was zum Teufel hast du einfach nur Ficken Antwort Über mich du kleine Schlampe Ich muss dich wissen lassen Ich GRADUIERT Spitze meiner Klasse in der NAVY SEALS und ich habe in zahlreichen SECRET RAIDS BETEILIGT AN Al Kaida und ICH ÜBER 300 BESTÄTIGT TÖTUNGEN ich in GORILLA Kriegsführung ausgebildet und ich bin der TOP SNIPER IN DER GESAMTEN US-Streitkräfte Du bist nichts für mich, aber nur einer anderen TARGET ich SIE WIPE the fuck out mit der Präzision die gerne von denen IST NIE GESEHEN VOR AUF DIESER ERDE MARK mein verdammtes Wörter, die Sie denken, Sie können sich zu sagen, dass die Scheiße, MICH DENKEN WIEDER FUCKER wie wir sprechen Ich kontaktiere MY SECRET NETZWERK VON SPIES WELTWEIT ERHALTEN UND IHRE POSITION gefolgt wird, JETZT ALSO Vorbereitung besser DER STURM MAGGOT Der Sturm, DER KLÄGLICH Kleinigkeit SIE RUFEN SIE IHR LEBEN SIE VERDAMMT DEAD KID ICH KANN überall zu jeder Zeit und ich kann Ihnen IN als siebenhundert WEGE zu töten, und das ist nur mit meinen bloßen Händen NICHT NUR ICH umfassend geschult WIPES IN waffenlosen Kampf, aber ich habe Zugriff auf das gesamte Arsenal der United States Marine Corps und ich werde es in vollem Umfang, UM wischen Sie Ihre MISERABLE ASS aus dem Gesicht des Kontinents SIE KLEINE SCHEISSE, WENN NUR SIE KONNTEN bekannt, was UNHOLY VERGELTUNG HABEN IHRE LITTLE "CLEVER" KOMMENTAR wollte stürzen auf dich vielleicht möchten GEHALTEN HABEN deine verdammte Zunge aber man konnte nicht Sie nicht und jetzt sind Sie zahlen den Preis SIE Hippie-IDIOT I WILL SCHEISSE FURY alle über euch und ihr werdet ertrinken in IT SIE VERDAMMT DEAD KIDDO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i swear all of these people interrupt my narration. if you interrupt this amazing narration i will murder you personally. personally.</s>
<\|description\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson Appearance: Nickname: None Species: Human Age: 16 Sex: Male Job: Student Powers: None Weaknesses: Not sure if it would be considered a weakness but he is allergic to cats Personality: Usually a quite kid, Edward spends his days avoiding people, getting his classes over with although he really enjoys science and math, and heading to his dorm. At night though, he gets on his computer and becomes almost the exact opposite, he is social, gets excited and angered easily, and is known to rage at a large extent when games don't go his way. Skills: Gaming, Coding, Computer Stuff in General, and Cooking Hobbies: Gaming, Making videos, and Cooking Background: Edward grew up with technology, always trying to find out more about it and how he can make the computer work for him. He eventually got really into gaming and used it as a way to make friends and relieve stress. He started making videos of his gameplay under the alias of Kronshi. He never shows his face in these videos and so nobody knows who he is. Edward began making money off of these videos and has used it to afford all sorts of computer equipment and games as well as tuition into Orean Cause. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Is a natural genius in science and math but due to his extreme lack of abilities in other subjects (especially English) he couldn't apply for a scholarship. Likes: Video-Games, cats even though he is allergic to them, cooking, science, math, chess, and Autumn. Dislikes: Winter (too cold), Spring (messes with allergies), Summer (too hot), all animals except for cats, games that work on luck instead of strategy, people watching due his work, people asking him how he did the work, people trying to be social with him, people in general, and seafood. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride turned to the person who answered his question, it was a girl still taller than him…he was quite short. "O-oh…okay t-thanks.." he bowed his head, showing thanks to the person, she must be new too since she was near the tour group. She introduced herself as Winnifer, it was a cute name….reminded him of some plant he called Winnie when he was young. He missed that plant...sad it had to die after his surgery. "Oh…I-I am Lavender….b-but you can call me B-bride." He gave a small smile the girl and shook he hand lightly, he wanted to make some new friends and she was really nice to him so he had to be nice a s well. He was not sure what to say next, he looked around wondering what to say. "uuhh.h….t-the s-school l-looks nice…" it's a start… Iyo@Remipa Awesome Iyo continued to dance his heart out, his dance members were sure getting a lot of people interested in the dance club with all of his dancing though he did a sugar break. Once the music stop he looked at his club mates and waved them off for a sugar break. "Be back! Need some sugar in my system!!" He waved them off as he went way form the crowd, he took out a chocolate bar, a packet of skittles, a mars bar and three chocolate chip cookies form his bag for his small sugar break. He ate the skittle pretty quick, as he loved the sugary feel. ""'mmmmmnnn……sugar!!" he sat down by the fountain to continue his sugar craze snack time. Iyo noticed a boy throwing a coin in the fountain, weird…wasting money on that…. He could have bought a candy with it! "Hmmm…. Social itme?" he said out loud to the guy, wondering what the heck he is talking about as he ate one cookie. Penn Penn was nervous to see his roommate pick up the papers but he didn't look at them, not that one thing he can be relaxed on. "N-no it-s fi-n-e…." He stuttered out, trying to give some distance with the guy. "t-thanks…" He still continued to avoid contact with the guy, he felt really small, not because he was quite small form the guy but the fact he had to self-confidence at all. He got a small watermelon candy form his pocket and ate it, it sort of help him calm down with scenarios like these but just a tiny bit. He sucked on the artificial flavored candy, trying to calm his nerve. Penn was still twitching and stuttering but the guy doesn't seemed to bad….he was not sure…. He couldn't trust anyone yet. "I-I-I ju-st…n-not u-u-used to-to pe-op-le…." He admitted a=that but he was to admitting that he was afraid of guys yet…it might weird the guy out.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Eh, I'm not a big fan of people either." Edward walks over to the kitchen area, "Hope you don't mind the equipment taking up a lot of your leg room at the desk." He opens the fridge and looks through the food they were provided with, "If your hungry I can make us something to eat." He pulls out a couple ingredients and turns on the stove and walks over to Penn while remembering to keep his distance, "How's Spaghetti sound?"</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer nodded her head. 'Awwwwww What a poor little baby. He's so cute with his stuttering. You have to become friends with this one. The poor wee lamb' Kikka chimed in Winifer's head very interested. 'Actually I don't have to do anything Kikka, but he does seem nice' Winifer thought trying her best to still look as though she was paying attention to what was it again..Bride. Yes Bride. Winifer thought about how strange a nickname that was before Bride mentioned the schools beauty. "Yeah,.....It's pretty" Winifer replied nodding slightly. 'Really Winni thats it. You need to interact better thats just not gonna cut it' Kikka warned ready to meddle. "So...where are you from" Winifer asked hoping to appease Kikka.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride couldn't help but to smile back, when he though about the school was really pretty…a bit more flowers and it would be wonderful but it was pretty. When Winnifer asked about where he was form he stopped smiling for a second, he had a hard life before…. Hospital, break ups, divorces in the family…it was a mess but he tired to be positive about things and gave a small smile. "I-I am from h-ere…but stu-died in a-nother school…I had to tra-nsfer…. My m-mom owns a flower s-h-shop near here." He answered, giving just a brief tale of how he got to Orean. "What a-about you?...I-if you m-mind me a-sking…" Bride couldn't stop stuttering, it a part of his sickness he had as a kid and that was the side affect of it. Penn Penn somehow laughed da bit, it was small laugh but still laugh, one thing in common…that's good. Edward… he tired to avoid thinking about twilight for a second…the movie ruined the name for him. "P-penn…" He said back, he looked on the equipment the guy had….he had a lot of techy stuff for sure but it didn't mind him just have a table and he is good…and some instant ramen. "I-It f-fine…j-just ne-need a d-desk th-that's all… oh y-you can coo-cook?..co-cool...t-that b-be ni-nice..." he slowly interacting with Edward but still avoided any contact form there, and if he stayed a good amount of distance its good enough.</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise She laughed a bit at the way Monsieur le Blond almost went the entirely wrong way, and then followed him towards the building. That seemed to be a strange conversation, as Marci only heard Aaron speak, and not his sister. What was having siblings even like? They seemed to argue about the whole 'morning' and 'map' thing before they finished the call. Marcia assumed that Aaron obtained the directions, and so they were finally allowed to get to the dorms. Well, they could have gone anyways, this way was just going to be much faster than running around the dormitory looking for room 211. In no time, they had gotten to the dorm room. 211 was indeed the number Marci saw besides the door to the room. She decided to be polite, and said, whilst knocking on the door to be sure that her roommate were in there and would answer. "Thank you, Monsieur! You have helped me, I vill be sure to repay you one day!" Marci took a cookie wrapped in paper towels, and took the paper towels off before biting into it. Her bags and suitcases were set behind her, and she was ready to step in whenever her new roommate decided to answer the door.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Cool, I'll get started on the Spaghetti then (I edited the post to make it longer, but yours still fits with it)", Edward walked back over the kitchen and put on an apron. He pulled out a pot and started boiling some water and breaking the noodles. "So what's with the pictures if you don't mind me asking? He glanced over at Penn to make sure he wasn't bothered by the question.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn hadn't had any spaghetti in a long time, he only been eating instant noodles, microwave pizza and Chinese take out food and he barely ate anything, no wonder why he was a stick. His stomach growled, he hadn't ate anything since the yesterday only because of work, he loved and hated it. "oh…y-yum….on-ly b-been eat-ting take-ou-t…" Penn though was sort of shock as the guy asked about the drawings he made, he didn't want to admit that he was a famous yaoi artist but what else he can say? "No-nothing…u-uhh…j-just….pri-priva-te stuff…" He took out his phone and waited to see if Vow will text him, a next would defiantly call him down.</s> <\|message\|>N/A Xavier and Aleida Xavier, having already been given a similar talking to by the Headmistress when he was being told about the school, was already at the dorms and was currently looking for Aleida. She had managed to give him the slip again, and he had no idea where to find her. As people approached the dorms, he heard shouts of pain and confusion coming from the groups, causing him to sigh. Dammit, she's poking people with her invisible horn again! Taking a moment to curse his luck, he ran in the direction of the sounds, looking around frantically for the culprit. "Allie," he said in a harsh whisper, getting increasingly frustrated as he tried to locate her, "God dammit, stop hiding and show yourself. If you don't come out right now, No more Chocolate Ice cream for a week. You hear me, I mean it!!" While he was doing that, Aleida was sneaking away, ignoring everything that Xavier said. She knew that he wouldn't be able to follow through with any of his threats, he was too much of a softie for that. Instead she walked over to two pretty girls hat were talking to each other, pulling on the skirt of the dark haired one and giving her a smile. "Hello. My name's Aleida Lyone, and it's very nice to meet you." She gave a clumsy curtsy as she introduced herself, as she was a white sundress. "I'm a magical dragon, so can I grant you a wish, please?" Aleida gave the dark haired girl a devastingly adorable puppy dog look, hoping she would take her seriously. Everyone else she had asked had made fun of her, so she had poked them with her horn, not that they knew that.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer felt a tug at her skirt right as she was about to reply to Bride. Winifer turned around to find a small girl in a sundress. She claimed she was a dragon or something. 'Is she serious' Winifer asked Kikka. 'Oh yeah she's serious. thats a silver dragon they grant wishes' Kikka explain. Winifer nodded slightly. She sank to her knees to get on the things level. "My only wish is to know your ....hmmm favorite color" Winifer replied with a small smile making sure to be extra kind to the small child.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "That's fine, I won't question your drawings as long as you tell nobody about what I do on that computer, I have secrets too." Edward reaches in the fridge and pulls out tomato paste, just to make a face, put it back, and grab tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and some seasonings. "I hate that processed stuff, I prefer to make my own sauce, your not allergic to any of this are you?" He asks as he chops up the vegetables and starts making his sauce.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride was in shock, there was a little girl who said she was a dragon….she maybe playing pretend but granting wishes…if only that was a true thing. Thought the little girl was really cute, like super cute so Bride had to giggle in how cute she is and he playing pretend. He wished he would play pretend as a kid but then again he was a sick child. "Wis-hes-? Th-at s-oun-ds fu-n… " He did the same and lowered down to the girls height. "If y-you can gr-ant w-wishes then can yo-u f-ind m-e my prin-ce charming?" Bride joked but him voice made seemed he wasn't joking at all. He knew he could never find his prince charming unless he goes for it…no white horse or happy ever after. "y-you are c-cute.." He did have toe ay the girl was really cute. Penn Penn now did wonder what was the guy doing with his computer, he looked like he was recording something but he never really bother to see it… "D-Do-n't w-e all ha-ve se-cre-ts?" Its true, he is afraid of men, a famous mangaka and in a protection program…. Secrets and he hated them very much, maybe he can get out the program when they catch his dad…that would make things so much better on him. "O-h noth-ing, I do-n't eat mu-ch…it ge-ts in the -way…" He sighed and sat down on the couch, arranging his work. Penn was not good company, he can never really talk.</s>	<\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Yeah I guess you're right, everyone's hiding something." Edward mixes in all the ingredients for the sauce, "Glad to hear you're not allergic to anything, I don't think you could truly enjoy it if I had to take anything out." He finishes with the sauce and places it on the stove to heat up. "Soo, while we wait on the noodles is there anything you want to talk about, Penn?"</s>
<\|description\|>Catherine Macbeth --- Nickname: (predictably) Lady Macbeth, Catherine the "Great", Cath Age: 18, in vampire years. Unknown in actual years. Species: Vampire Nationality: British Sex: Female Job: Student Powers Leeching Energy - Catherine can utilize life-stealing energies to dish out the hurt to her opponents while accelerating her healing processes in turn. Main form of attack. Domination - While still possible to resist, Catherine's words can sway people to do her bidding. Domination is used more frequently in mundane activities, such as making someone fetch the Mountain Dew from the refigerator or grab a Doritos from the store. If more energy is put into, the effect is stronger. Regeneration - Naturally as a vampire, Catherine can regenerate quickly as to even regrowing an entire limb in a week and a half. The process is accelerated with Leeching Energy. Shapeshifting - Catherine can shift forms between a crow, a bat, a cat, and her normal human self. She is most commonly seen as a crow, and more commonly seen shapeshifted rather than human (just to play with people, but also to move around more easily). Also brings along clothes, so no worries on popping up nude. Weaknesses Garlic in large doses, direct sunlight which kills her in 5 hours of continuous full-body exposure (carries a parasol to shield her from such, also tells other people it's "photodermatitis" if they don't know she's a vampire yet), stake to the heart, holy water ingestion, holy items, and slightly greater thirst for blood in comparison to other vampires. Personality Catherine is a careless, laid-back person who believes the world is hers to manipulate. She is known to exploit both physical and personal weaknesses for her own benefit, and will make any attempt at discovering them during introductions. While not utterly evil to the point of villainy, Catherine will take any chances, even bringing a person, the entire school, or even the entire world to fall on their knees and recognize her supremacy. But for the most part, Catherine is fairly even-keel, and will mostly be chill. Skills -Deception -Playing most wind instruments -Analyzing personalities Hobbies -Play her preferred wind instruments: the trombone and the clarinet. -Roaming around in her animal forms -Watching whatever's on TV -Manipulating people to her whim Background Both of her parents were vampires, and all of her grandparents were, and so on and so forth. She's the product of a convergence of the Macbeth and the Walterham lineages, which both predate far back to the Classical Era. Her father died a few months after her birth due to vampire hunters, leaving her to the care of her grandparents while her mother provided financial support. Things have gone fairly as Catherine grew. While her grandparents provided her knowledge about vampirism, she ultimately trained herself to use the privileges of a vampire that humans don't have and safeguard her weaknesses, which continues to this day (albeit Catherine is getting a bit more lazy about it). Because of her slow aging rate, Catherine was only enrolled in school once every few years, until recently where she have aged to a mature enough appearance to continue studying and not raise too much suspicion. Rumors about Orean Cause and its affinity with magicians that she heard from vampires caught Catherine's interest, leading to her enrollment here. Other -Catherine has a knack for classy fashion and dons them in most occasions. -Occasionally, Catherine will use seduction in her exploits, and the full view of her figure is quite interesting: -Casual wear: -Catherine orders blood regularly from human cattle raisers, which arrive in bottles disguised as red wine. -Obligatory leitmotif. Montagues and Capulets</s> <\|message\|>Ekaterina Ozerova Romanovna Katya It hadn't taken Katya long to become lost in her own little world as she surfed the net and with the becoming unaware of what was going on around her and the passage of time. This was abruptly ended when some boy came crashing into the dorm making enough noise to wake the dead. The sudden noise caused Katya quite a fright nearly make her jump out of her body. Watching the boy closely Katya was unsure as to why he was here feeling a little wary of him, given his loud entrance. It was only as she was she might want to move off the bed as there was sugar on it and as he called her roomie asking if she wanted anything as heading out to get groceries. For a moment Katya froze the realization baffling the girl. "He's my roommate?!?!" she thought none of the information the school had given said she'd be have a male roommate only that the dorms where co-ed so she knew there was a chance but never really thought she'd get one. The fact she did actually have a male roommate filled Katya with a mix of emotions and made her wonder if her father had anything to do with this or if it was just fate. Either way this was not something she had been expecting and even for her this would be hard to accept. It was then Katya remembered he asked if she want anything. "No thank you." She quickly stated as she climbed of the bed she was lying on and on to the other one, sitting on the end looking at the boy. Part of her did want take her up on his offer but she needed to go investigate the shops herself which was something she had planned for tomorrow. Still watching the boy Katya felt herself frown thinking if the boy was going to like this he'd quickly drive her mad maybe she'd have mess with him while in her spirit from as payback. "Also when you be walking thought door please not so loud you startled me… that can lead to complication I thinking you not be wanting to deal with. Not trying to be rude… but you entrance just now I surprised you didn't wake the dead with it." Katya stated going back to her laptop having said that she had lost all interest in her roommate for the moment although she'd be keeping an eye on him for a while given she didn't know the boy and unlike Xavier who she took a liking too straight away. Katya wasn't fond of this boy at this time simply due to his loud entrance.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Aaron and Kathryn Kate couldn't sleep, the realization that school would begin tomorrow kept her awake. It wasn't that she dreaded going to school for in fact it was quite the opposite. The main reason Kate was at Orean was so that she'd learn more about her gifts and her people, and the only thing standing in her way was time. She got up from her bed and shuffled around the dorm, at one point she grabbed a poptart and desspite her best efforts to eat it like a civilized individual she instead devoured the pastry within seconds. Afterwards she received an idea which wouldn't make the time go faster but make its passing less monotonous. Kate grabbed a hoodie from amongst her other clothes and headed outside to the forest near campus. At the same time Aaron was just about to exit his dorm but was stopped by his newly discovered roommate. "Yeah, sorry about the noise. Today has been a real pain. Get it?...never mind", Aaron hung his head low in embarrassment as he rushed out the door. On his way towards the campus exit Aaron caught by chance a glimpse of Kate as she headed into the forests nearby. "What's she up to?", he wondered before following her to a nearby forest clearing. Aaron had known Kate for a long time and he knew what she was doing when she sat in the grass. What he wanted to know was why she was doing this. "Uhh, what are you doing?", he asked after sneaking up right behind her. The sudden sound of a voice caused Kate to spring forward and away from the source. Turning around she was surprised and relieved to find it was just Aaron, "Naraan, Aaron! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here, anyway?". Aaron simply shrugged he shoulders as he approached saying, "I was going to ask you the same thing". "I couldn't sleep, I was hoping to pass the time here. And you? What's got you out?" "My dorm needs food, I was going to go get some. Wanna come?" "No thanks, I think I'll just relax here for a bit" "Alright, see ya tomorrow I guess", Aaron turned back and headed towards Orean. In a matter of moments he disappeared into the foliage and Kate turned back towards the forest interior. Sitting down once again she made a connection with the plant life. Unlike before where she was only able to see events unfolding at campus, in the forest she could see for miles, her consciousness travelling across the vast expanse of plant life as she explored the wilderness free from danger. Kate watched as the nocturnal creatures of the forest scurried about unaware they were being observed by her. It was here that she felt most comfortable, not necessarily in the network but in the wilds where her kin were meant to be.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Yeah, I remember these as well. Really old show. My favorite was always the black power ranger." Edward looked over and saw that Penn actually looked calm for once. "Huh, you calm down when the world around you disappears." Edward thought for a moment and then got an idea on how to help Penn with his anxiety. Tomorrow, I want to try an idea, I think you'll like it." He turned up the volume and then laid back in the couch. He relaxed and thought about tomorrow, the first official day of school. It was going to be hard without any sleep but he's gone longer without it.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn watched the ranger show quietly, he liked the blue ranger and the pink ranger, it brought back good memories yet it did hurt him a little. Anything from then past cuts him up, anything...its scary and tough but eight years of living it makes a difference. Edward began to talk, he was right though... when he is cut off the world it makes him calm. "y-ya...g-gu-guess-ss...s-so..." He went back to stuttering, it was true on that mark...maybe he should have not said anything. Though when Edward suggested something for tomorrow that seemed a bit shady. Well he doesn't know his roommate that much and after that incident it kind of best to avoid each other but Penn was curious. He was really curious, maybe he should have not asked but... "w-wha-what i-i-s...i-it?" The curiosity killed Penn.</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Marcia Germano Eh...what wassat noice? Marci had been attempting to go to sleep, she had been a bit tired after today. 'Twas a good party after all, even though she really didn't participate within most of the actions. Though, she heard what sounded like her roommate...Kate, was it? Marci had gotten out of bed, hearing the doors close, and head out. Only in her pajamas. With boats. Mmm, boats. Oh, had that been Arun? Marci got a glimpse of him down the hall, and went as fast as she could, as silently as she could, as to not be caught. She then followed the blonde, assuming that were he was going was where Kate had been going, as they were brother and sister. She followed them up to a forest clearing, where Marci had hid behind a tree. She saw Kate sitting in the grass, and Arun--oh, maybe it was Aaron-- sneaking up behind her. It seems that Kate had just been trying to relax within the clearing, and that was understandable. Sneaking out from behind her tree, and going behind Kate, she said, "Hello, Kate. I heard that you had wanted to relax here?" Adrianne Elouise Oh, that barhopping adventure had been great! Eli came back quite drunk, and she semi-struggled to get to her dormroom. Opening the door whilst she assumed her roommate had been in the room and asleep, she walked in. The room wasn't too fancy, and it wasn't too shitty, either. It seemed decent for Eli's needs. She found out that she had some food left, and decided to step into bed and eat it for a while,e, before she got to sleep. She noticed that her roommate was what looked like a male, which was nice to know. After finishing her quick bite 'o food, she decided to put her pajamas on, and attempted to go to sleep. Oh, the hangovers.</s>	<\|message\|>Catherine Macbeth It's a boy, with a cat on his hands. And a speech impairment. Catherine carefully inspected his every detail, trying to draw up more conclusions apart from the fact that he had an apparent obsession with cats. He looked almost like a plant, with the lucid meek blooming sunflower pinned on his verdant matte green hair like a blossom among leaves, and his slightly emaciated tall slender frame like the trunk that held it up. The way he talked was dull and lifeless, and yet one could still sense the emotions that were present in the slight and subtle variations in his tone. From these, Catherine could see that her roommate was a tree-hugging, socially-challenged, awkwardly-mannered and generally just-plain-awkward boy whose unwavering interest with cats was something Catherine could definitely take advantage of, by pointing out her paws at something she wanted and making him do what she willed at her whim. /endpoeticwording "Okay." Catherine said, just as she was about to leave the room. "I'm going to sleep outside. Take care of the things for me, will you?" So Catherine went outside the door, took a turn left, hid around the corner, and did what she planned to do: shroud herself in crimson mist, morph into the same ribbon-adorned dark grey Siberian cat, then walk back into the room as the mist immediately vanished, climbing up the bed, curling up in comfort and pretend to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Boom Race: Kokiri Appearance: Boom is a strange looking creature. This child sized creature is incredibly pale to the point that surface dwellers would assume that Boom could in fact be an oddly intact walking corpse. Boom's fingers are abnormally lengthy, and his nails are all a shade of putrid yellow, which is the same color as his eyes. Boom has shaggy and greasy hair that extends to the middle of his back, which fail to cover his pointed ears. Boom is dressed in a pair of tattered thread-bare clothes hastily cobbled together. The most intact attire pieces he has are a pair of goggles with light blue lens, and a giant purple sack that he carries on him. Cliches: * Bombchu Extraordinaire [5] - Boom is a master with Bombchus, who always keeps several on hand. Detonation, aiming, detonation, Boom really knows how to effectively use the Bombchus and make them go, well boom. * Dirty Coward [3] - Boom, like all Kokiri is interested in its own survival. As such, Boom has trained in the art of fleeing, abandoning 'allies' and begging in terror with desperate pleas when the situation looks unsurvivable. * Treasure Hunter [2] - When you live a life of digging, you tend to get attracted to shiny things. When it comes to finding shiny knick-knacks, Boom finds ways to get those shiny things. * Wilderness Survival [2] - Boom likes living. It is something that he'd like to keep going. As such he made sure to pick up on basic wilderness survival skills. Personality: Boom is a selfish, greedy, and skittish individual. And more than that he is a fairly off individual. He is driven primarily by three things, explosions, survival, and getting shiny things. Boom is a pyromaniac and pyrophiliac, to the point that his desire gets past the Kokiri urge of surviving at all costs. Backstory: Boom existed in the underground labyrinth of tunnels of the Kokiri. It was a life of drudgery. Dig, eat, sleep, survive, repeat. Boom followed this code for quite sometime, before it truly became Boom. Digging with a simplistic stone tool, Boom would find the item that would change its life forever, the Bombchu. It appeared to be a non-threatening thing, so he had no reason to flee from it. At first he mistakenly activated it as he flung it down a random tunnel being excavated. It went off and collapsed it, and scarred off many of its kin. And Boom was happy. Happier than he ever was in his life. It was moved to collect and repair all the bombs it could to use, to get shiny things and stay alive. Boom made too many enemies underground and had to flee the tunnels. And Boom knows the realization that the Caravan has people. And more people mean more shields against his enemies.</s> <\|message\|>Boom Boom slept comfortably while using his sack of wonders as a makeshift pillow. Damp grottos served well for providing shelter, after all they held fishes. Delicious fishes that were juicy and sweet, they were always a filling meal alongside morsels. The kokiri was satisfied with his haul from searching earlier. And it was still safe. Things were going well, all he needed to do now was to make sure the others continued on the path Boom wanted. For the kokiri would find out the secrets of He Who Makes the Mountains Quake. And going to the Nu-Goro Mountains was sure to help him learn the things he wanted, and of course help refill his stash of explosives. The kokiri would make sure his machinations went according to plan. Whatever dreams were held during the Kokiri's slumber were quickly interrupted the spore deku trumpeted out a painful tune. Boom, knowing the importance of sound alerts sprung up and into action. He slung his bag over his shoulder as he glanced side to side, to see where the Gerudo, the Fairy and the Man With No Pointses was. The Gerudo was not there, but the other two were. Skittering towards the entrance of the cavern he turned his head to the side as he spoke, "I-INTRUDERSES!" Boom turned his head to the side as he nodded, "One. Just one." He spoke before turning again to the side and hissing, "More follow. More always follow."He grumbled to himself. Pointing out one of his fingers, the corpse-pallor colored creature did a few mental calculations. The kokiri skittered a bit towards Raisa and when firmly secured behind her, he spoke up. "Checks it for weaponses." Now he had a proper meat-shield protecting him from the potential hostility. Now he just needed to wait for the others of the Caravan to come out and be prepared. The sooner this situation was resolved, the sooner he could head to Nu-Goro.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) "Excuse my untimely appearance and how I look to you but I wear this mask for reasons that would deeply disturb you!" Aaelgus pointed to the silver mask on his face, then he pulled his two scimitars out and put them on the ground. "you need'nt check me for more weapons and so you understand who I am..." Aaelgus reached behind his head and untied his mask and let it drop to the ground revealing his ghostly face and yellow glowing eyes. "I am cursed to look like this forever and I come from Hyrule I have travelled far and wide through the lands I wish you no harm I only want to assist you on your journey with my skills" He looked to the ground at his mask and picks it up and looks at it and then glances at the group with a sad look on his face. "I never wished to look like this" Then he waited to hear them judge him or attack him because he had this happen multiple times.</s> <\|message\|>Boom The diminutive corpse pale Kokiri, peered back from Raisa and bared out his fangs. "We not care." Boom gave a single nod and again seemed to speak to himself, "No cares." He pointed out his index finger at him as he kept his position behind Raisa. "Searches it! Searches it!" He shrieked out. The Kokiri glanced to the side as he spoke, "It finds us. How? How how!?" He grumbled out to himself as he glanced side to side. "What does it work for?" Boom said peeking out from the left side of Raisa. This was followed by hissing, "Foul thingses! It works for foul thingses!" He said popping his head from the right side. Boom knew many things. Such as how unlikely it would be that this person didn't work for the foul ones as a scout. After what they did, he knew something would be after them.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) Now Aaelgus was fed up with this rodent. "I work for no one you piece of Goron dung, I am Aaelgus Adventurer of the lands, have you no manners you little creep show some respect I am a Wanderer and an outcast I work for no one and answer to no one" Aaelgus's fists clenched and he became very aggravated and then he sighed. "Search me if you must," He spat in the direction of the Kokiri. "But keep that scum away from me" Then Aaelgus crossed his arms in frustration, he wondered why these people were so uptight but all people are like that with strangers like Aaelgus so he might as well get used to this. "Stupid child..." Aaelgus began grumbling to himself.</s> <\|message\|>No-Point "You wear a mask, but you abandon it, perhaps to strike fear in our hearts," was the deep, rumbling voice from deep within the cave. A huge shadow, with a titanic sword on his back, had silhouetted the tiny amount of light emerging from within the shelter. Was it a beast? A monster? An unholy abomination against all mankind? Well, yes and no. "Brave." The words, melodious and eloquent, continued to emerge from the cave. The huge shadowy figure was stepping into the light now, revealing itself to be the terror of the Tumult, Warlord No-Point. His own mask did little to muffle his voice, though all but his eyes, hair, and suspiciously rounded ears were covered. "But mistaken." Eyes of grey assessed the intruder. Tall. Almost, but not quite, as tall as No-Point himself. But gangly. The warlord was twice his width. This child would break like a twig under his strength. And unwise! To try and strike fear into the hearts of creatures born in hell, raised in fire, and who had already slaughtered Kokiri warriors for nothing more than sport. "Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask."</s> <\|message\|>Boom The Kokiri smirked as the spit flew towards Raisa. Such an offensive, should help spark her fury against the intruder. And more to the point, it spewed insults against a respected member of the band. Boom was content at how things were progressing. It would work out in his favor. And then the Warlord emerged. "M-man with No Pointses!" Boom spoke up, "You sees and hears it. The Foul Thing, surely it works for nastier thingses." He gave a single nod, "Nastier thingses." Boom glanced towards his side and spoke to himself, "Distractions of us for bad plans. Ungood fors us." He glanced toward No Point, "Searches it grubby little pocketses. They need search. Who else go to Badwoods? It scout for you know who! We need make sure who it works for, and disposes of it, before heading away." The Kokiri frantically nodded, "Awayaway! Fast away before full shows."</s> <\|message\|>Raisa "If you don't like the Korki you're gonna like fungusman even less. Oh and stop hiding behind me would ya!" Raisa said, the last comment aimed the Boom. "Personally I don't care much if you come with us, and I care even less what yer carrying on ya. But this korki fellow will try to blow you up quicker then you can say oops and fungus man will spew fungus all over your corpse. So I wouldn't adivse getting on his bad side. Now long as you cause no harm I see no reason not to let you kill stuff for us, though I advise keeping your spit where it belongs." Raisa faced the Korki, "Now you can stand to be a little nicer, not everybody is mean. Now I'm assuming you want to go to Nu-Goro, in which case I'm all for and I think we should get moving real quick." Raisa said stating her opinion on the matter and then started packing up her sleeping bag.</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium sized up the new arrival, attempting to understand the words that were spoken. However, Mycellium was still not truly capable of understanding speech, and was honestly quite confused. How had he come this far without an ally? Had the forest made an error? The fungus would never allow such a creature through, unless... It had fought it's way here. Killing fungus. This thought finally provoked Mycellium into reacting. Screaming as loud as possible, it began attempts to ward off the horrid murderer. "WAAAAAAAAAAHWAHAWHAHMPPPPPPPPPPWAHHHHHHH"</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) Aaelgus slumped his shoulders and gave up his persuasion and then said in a defeated tone. " fine inspect me if you must and ask me questions if you wish I will answer your inquiries, and I will try not to anger... What's your name large fellow who threatened me?" Then he picked up his mask then looked at the large figure and glancing at the fungus, then the rest of them Aaelgus just shrugged and waited to be questioned or inspected.</s> <\|message\|>Boom The Gerudo, did not know that to be a proper meat-shield, she needed to hide Boom. He would need to make sure that she was more willing to hide him when he wanted it. However, the man with No Points was here. Truly the creature wouldn't try anything now. Turning his head to his side Boom pondered on the suspect. However when the Gerudo spoke of Nu-Goro, Boom couldn't help but give an eager grin. Yes, he very much did want to go to Nu-Goro. "Yes. We heads there." Boom spoke. He turned his head to his side and gave another nod, "Yes, but nasty thingses can't pursue us there." Boom gritted out his fangs and snarled, "Ungood nasty thingses." The Kokiri skittered around towards Aaelgus, "Says it." He gestured slightly towards No Point. "Masks is what matters. Yesyes. Before no." He kept his sack over his shoulder as he peered towards Aaelgus. "Truthses you speak. No untruths." Boom turned his head to his side and hissed, "Yes, yes only the Truthses." He skittered a tad closer towards the creature, "How here? How in Badwoods?" He firstly inquired before glaring at the man. "Who work for?" He turned his head to his side as he snarled at himself. "We know who. We knows it." He turned to his side, "Yes them, but who them." Boom nodded in a response to his own self inquiry.</s> <\|message\|>Raisa "Boom, sometimes it doesn't matter where someone came from, or how they got there. Sometimes things just happen, but its always for a reason, now quit complaining and get a move on, if we're lucky we can make it to Nu-Goro before nightfall." Raisa said somewhat annoyed at the small creature before shrugging her pack onto her back and getting ready to move. "Oh and stop screaming would ya?" she said bonking the fungui on the head lightly before heading in the direction to Nu-Goro.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) "Uh what is that thing in your pack" Aaelgus pointed to the constantly moving pack on Raisa's back.</s> <\|message\|>Raisa Rasia replied back somewhat irritably and kept walking, "No idea what you're talking about, probably dinner if we're lucky."</s>	<\|message\|>Boom Boom hissed out, "It answers not!" The kokiri glanced towards the side, "IT answers not. It not answer!" The kokiri did not even notice the fact that it dropped its name to the most clearly a scout. Truly it would be a bad thing when it eventually reported the intel it gathered back to the main forces. The Kokiri stared at both Raisa and No Point, "It must be watches." He gave a quick nod and hissed, "Must be. Must be." He kept a firm grip of his own sack. "Nu-Goro..." He spoke in a reverent tone. Boom slowly nodded at himself and spoke, "Yes. Yes, must go. Go now. ...Keep it watched. No let it report." The diminutive creature snarled, "NO LET IT REPORT!" He shrieked out furiously. However, whatever dangers it presented would fall. After all, part of the Guardian and the forces had fallen. And hopefully, they would be busy on repairing the damages. However, Boom knew well that they would keep a decent sized force to give pursuit. Boom was not going to get caught by them.</s>
<\|description\|>No-Point Race: Human (Round ears) Appearance: The warlord known only as No-Point is a big guy. He stands at approximately six foot three and is built like a brick outhouse. His face is always hidden by a bandit mask. His hair is sparse and thinning, revealing that he may be older than his strength implies. Notably, his rounded ears are always on display, revealing him to be a subset of human always thought lost to history. His clothes are thick and rough, his jacket long, but removing it he reveals his huge, bare arms. He possesses a greatsword on his back which he has never been seen to use. Cliches: Terrifyingly Powerful [5] - No-Point is outrageously strong and intimidating. Someone punching him poorly is likely to break their hand. His fists are like giant meat-covered anvils. In addition to his size, No-Point has somehow received training in the ways of the Sheikah. He is not only strong, he is fast, precise and ferocious in his fighting technique. The end result is, not only is he a combat monster, but a terrifying man, gaining followers on fear alone. Unexpectedly Clever [3] - For a brute, No-Point has a very canny mind. He is capable of strategy, tactics and logistics and a skilled orator. He speaks far more eloquently than one would expect of a warlord. Born Into The Tumult [2] - The Tumult has been No-Point's home since birth. It is his domain, he has braved its many horrors, and very little information gets past him while he is there. Moblin Army [2] - No-Point has beaten an army of Moblins into his service. They are typical Moblins that will follow him as his entourage. No-Point keeps them in line through fear. Personality: The best way to describe No-Point's personality is 'clinical'. He is stoic, methodical, and slow to anger. His methods are pragmatic, rarely defined by emotion. While he speaks eloquently, it is rare that he raises his voice in anger. As a result, he is very capable of playing the long game as he possesses patience far beyond most other warlords. Don't be fooled, though. No-Point is still very self-serving and only looks out for himself. Backstory: The man now known as No-Point has a past shrouded in mystery. As a round-eared human had not been seen for many years, where he came from is a mystery. His true name is unknown, or even if he had one in the first place. Rumour has it that he trained under the remnants of the Sheikah, but no one had heard from the Sheikah in years. What is known, though, is that he earned his name from the screams of the Moblins as he killed them one by one, entering their culture as a terrible demon, possessing ears with no point. As a clear demonstration of natural selection, No-Point fought his way into leadership of a Moblin tribe by beating the everloving crap out of everything in his way. At some point during his travels, he obtained a greatsword similar to Biggron's Sword, but he never used it in his conquest. Instead, it served as a symbol of his leadership. Now, with his Moblin army hidden away from the rest of the Tumult, he plots. He has designs on the Fortress, and Ganondorf within. The question is, what are they?</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium stared out from his cage at the approaching Kokiri. Prior to the approach of the boy-monster, he had been spreading spores all over the inside of his cage, and of the wagon. The horrible, shrivelled creature was making noises at him and throwing sharp metal bits every which way. It seemed like the gnarled and malnourished shell of a man was trying to ask a question. Mycellium didn't understand questions. However, he did understand that the tone of this Kokiri creature was not a friendly or kind one, but rather one of suspicion. The child-creature was analyzing him, and that would not do. Quickly, Mycellium started to play the melody from his snout. It had saved him before, and saved him again. The buzzing and horn-like noises that came forth were sickening, almost painful. He wasn't being quite loud enough for it to do any real painful damage, but it was enough to induce nausea. Or so Mycellium hoped. Enough to make this creature leave him be. He needed to get back to spreading. He had to make the cargo beautiful.</s> <\|message\|>No-Point "Back away from the cage, small Kokiri!" No-Point boomed. After much internal deliberation, he had decided to join the caravan and accompany them to their destination. Why, you ask? He never told them outright, just that they would be glad they had him for times ahead. The giant masked man strode up to where the Kokiri was trying to provoke the Deku, his hands holding the collar of his finely woven vest. Where he had obtained the vest, he would not tell. He could feel the nausea being induced by the melody, but physically he showed no effects. There were worse things than nausea in this world, after all. "There was a mysterious fire in my shantytown, small Kokiri, before we departed. Am I wrong in assuming you are the cause?" He crouched down slightly to get a better look at the Kokiri pyromaniac, and leaned forward so that his face was almost directly above him. "It would be unwise to try that once more. For then, I will have no recourse but to break you." Though the terrifying man loomed over the Kokiri and radiated extreme menace, not once did his tone deviate from being calm and aristocratic.</s> <\|message\|>Boom Boom's eyes tracked the tossed bits of metal by the Spore-Deku; The Kokiri after glancing at it, noticed the vast amount of infection that the creature brought to the Caravan's goods. "It brings thingses." Boom immediately turned his head to the left as he gave a nod to himself. "Yesss-" Boom crouched down as it scratched at its cheek with his free-hand. Pupils continued darting around the section where the Deku was. Boom continued to examine the conditions the creature was in. "Encaged-" Then something happened while Boom was in thought. The eyes of the wretched creature that was Boom, widened in shock as Mycellium was producing a truly unnatural sound from its snout. The tone was a sickening, and eldritch piece. There was only one natural reaction to hearing something like this. Boom opened its maws as it began shrieking. "KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT SPEAKS ONLY PAAAAIN!" Boom used his free-hand as he clamped it down upon his ear, as he quickly skittered away from the cage. Upon getting a little bit away, he leaned forward as he began gagging. "Urrr-AAAK!" Boom grumbled as he glanced towards the forest. "The woodses. We shall burns it." He switched his head as he glanced towards the right. "But what of the thing in the cage?" Boom glanced back towards the left, "It speaks only pain. We we'll usssssseeeeeeessssss it, to Boom's advantage." Smirking, Boom licked at its maw as it nodded in agreement. "But first, we need to get through the woodses." With a quick turn of the head, he darted a glance back towards the Caravan. "They will do their thingses in the wooodses." Boom increased his grip of his sack, as he glanced towards the right. "And then we burns it?" Boom again gave a nod, "We starts the fire, and burns it." That being said he did not realize that the patron of the shanty-town followed the Caravan. And he just admitted his love of fire out-loud, and more to the point he planned on burning the woods. However he noticed that the warlord now had his face above his own. Boom stared at the hulking creature with no points, as the creature's putrid eyes widened in terror. Slowly he opened his maw and spoke. "Heeeeeaaaa... Fireses- Man with no pointses!"</s> <\|message\|>Raisa Rasia rode up on her own horse to the brute that was traveling with them for some reason. "I don't know why you joined us but presumably it wasn't to bully poeple weaker than you, I suggest you leave the Kokiri alone." she said rather untactfully. She didn't like the hulk of a man, he had never stated his intentions for joining them and she had suspected they were less than honorable. Rasia subconsiously checked her weapons under the cover of her robes, it was comforting to feel the familiar prescense of her weapons. "Come on then Boom, you know the carvan master doesn't like it when you're out of sight and we need to get going." she said and began to slowly trot towards the front of the caravan. The Kokiri was certainly a strange one but she was here to protect everyone not just the goods. Although why the Kokiri was traveling with them in the first place was another thing she had no idea about.</s> <\|message\|>Dingle Of The House of Tingle Pinching the Kokiri's ear, Dingle, daughter of the legendary hero Tingle, pulled him away from the cage. "No tormenting the prisoner. And for goodness sake, someone put a blanket over this thing! It'll muffle the noise." This mission into the Twisted Acres served more than one purpose for the hero's daughter. Yes, the Kokiri were going to be trading with them, which meant lovely lovely rupees, but this would also let her get an estimate of the damage to her Fountain. Her father had found it with cracked statues and a spring that was drying up. It had been many years since it was maintained, so it was going to be a chore to repair it. But it WAS her duty.</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium watched as the pandemonium around him unfolded. Another big man-beast came over to the Kokiri to manhandle him, then a woman-beast came forth and began aggressively talking at the man-beast, then a girl-creature... A fairy? No, it couldn't be. The Fungus-Wood Scrub knew that there were no fairies left. The Fungus-Wood itself had taught him so. Whatever it was, it started yelling at the Kokiri again, then turned to him. Mycellium stopped making the noise from his snout. This one seemed more likely to harm him than the Kokiri did, and he did not want to provoke it. Looking out from his cage, he saw where the caravan WAS for the first time: at the entrance of the woods. If the little fungus scrub could experience joy, he would be giddy with it. A chance that the fungus had been waiting for was finally being granted: To claim the Old Woods, the untainted sliver of it that lay between the Ironwood where the Fungi scrubs would fear to tread, if they felt fear, and the comforting home of the towering Fungus-Wood. Mycellium knew was his duty and privilege to taint it.</s> <\|message\|>Boom There were many actions Boom could take in its continued survival. One of these actions, that would be taken, would be continuing to make them underestimate Boom. Boom shot a glance towards Rasia, as he began sniffling. "I-it wants to kills Boom!" the Kokiri cried out. "C-c-can you keeps it away from us?" He said as he produced more tears on command, as he was much practiced in the art of pleading. Hopefully if things went according to Boom's plan there would be a few results. One, the thing with no points would drop the subject of the Shantytown Fire. Two, the thing would be kept at bay by a meat-shield it knew would protect him. And three, it would serve as a general distraction from itself. However, this plan could go awry. The little horrific gremlin creature was not sure how this plan would end up, but Boom would make sure to work the result into a manner most beneficial to him and his machinations. And then he was grabbed by the ear by Dingle. Instinctively he performed a stronger grip on his bag. "We just wantssss to know if it speaks or not." Boom glanced to the side, "It speaksssss only paaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiin." He glanced back to the side, "We wisssshes to know how long it will be in the woodsessss." After all Boom needed to know how long of an opportunity he had within the woods to set it ablaze. If it was to be only a short journey, he would have to act quickly to prepare the fire. But if it was to be a longer venture in it, he could wait for the proper moment when the others would not prod at him as much.</s>	<\|message\|>No-Point "Calm, Gerudo!" the huge warlord boomed. "The Kokiri has tried to burn something of mine! I merely remind him that he will regret his decision!" No-Point has an interesting way of 'reminding' people about things. The big man paid the Gerudo no more heed. With the Gerudo and the daughter of Tingle attending to the bomb-addled Kokiri, No-Point wandered over to the cage where the strange deku resided. He crouched down next to it and began to speak. "Do not worry, small Deku," he said in a tone that would have been comforting if it wasn't coming from the juggernaut of a man with strange ears. "Now is not the time for fear. That comes later."</s>
<\|description\|>Blaise Mustang Age: 20 Gender: Male Alchemist Name: The Blue Devil Alchemy Type: Fire Alchemy - Blaise, inspired by a distant relative of his, going by 'Roy Mustang', Blaise has permanently tattooed and sewn in similar transmutation runes on ever single digit of his hands, along with a more intricate pattern on his two white ignition gloves. When wearing the gloves, only a snap of the fingers will ignite the oxygen in the air, where the ensuing sparks from his snap will ignite an inferno of fire to consume the target into nothing but ash. He can also use other techniques with the gloves - a noticeable, often-used one being grabbing onto any part of the opponents body and using the friction to send blasts of fire from his palm - the head being the most used body part. Due to the transmutation circles on his fingers, he can do the same without his gloves - only, it will char his hand, which is why he prefers not to. A sharp, cracking 'snap' is usually the telltale sign that someone's about to be burned to a crisp, or him clenching his hand into a fist, almost experimentally. Oddly enough, his fire is a vibrant blue, rather than the natural fire - although this doesn't change it's destructive power, and is mainly a side-effect from the transmutation backlash. Personality: To be revealed IC. Noticeable traits; Laidback, calm, distant, razor-sharp wit, inquisitive nature. History: Born to a rather normal family, Blaise was brought up as a soldier-boy, his parents thinking that he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a high-ranking official in the military. Obviously, Blaise was too independent for that, and saw luxury in travelling alone, gathering a vast amount of wealth while also experiencing excitement and action, something you wouldn't really expect from such a calm, laidback, distant young lad. He grew up hearing stories about Roy Mustang and other noticeable figures in history, and thus, he opted to take a page from the man's legend and becoming a Flame Alchemist - that way, he could leave, without joining the military. Thankfully, he was a genius, and after a few months, everything was taken care of. The following test was...interesting; basically, he ended up burning down his home, and his family inside. Taken aback, and highly disgusted in himself, Blaise took to the road, training and taking different bounties and missions as he fought to forget about the sin he had commited. Years upon years passed like this, and due to his prodigal ability in combat, he quickly became feared as the 'Blue Devil' due to the fearful blue flames he released. Level in State: N/A - He's a mercenary/bounty hunter/treasure hunter/adventurer...yeah, basically, he does what he wants. He doesn't care about the military or whatever.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash stood in a alley of Central. She had a piece of chalk grasped in her hand as she watched people walk down the streets. Her heels bothered her feet but she wasn't going to complain. She was waiting to meet up with any of her fellow coalition members.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang "Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil- Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s>
<\|description\|>Blaise Mustang Age: 20 Gender: Male Alchemist Name: The Blue Devil Alchemy Type: Fire Alchemy - Blaise, inspired by a distant relative of his, going by 'Roy Mustang', Blaise has permanently tattooed and sewn in similar transmutation runes on ever single digit of his hands, along with a more intricate pattern on his two white ignition gloves. When wearing the gloves, only a snap of the fingers will ignite the oxygen in the air, where the ensuing sparks from his snap will ignite an inferno of fire to consume the target into nothing but ash. He can also use other techniques with the gloves - a noticeable, often-used one being grabbing onto any part of the opponents body and using the friction to send blasts of fire from his palm - the head being the most used body part. Due to the transmutation circles on his fingers, he can do the same without his gloves - only, it will char his hand, which is why he prefers not to. A sharp, cracking 'snap' is usually the telltale sign that someone's about to be burned to a crisp, or him clenching his hand into a fist, almost experimentally. Oddly enough, his fire is a vibrant blue, rather than the natural fire - although this doesn't change it's destructive power, and is mainly a side-effect from the transmutation backlash. Personality: To be revealed IC. Noticeable traits; Laidback, calm, distant, razor-sharp wit, inquisitive nature. History: Born to a rather normal family, Blaise was brought up as a soldier-boy, his parents thinking that he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a high-ranking official in the military. Obviously, Blaise was too independent for that, and saw luxury in travelling alone, gathering a vast amount of wealth while also experiencing excitement and action, something you wouldn't really expect from such a calm, laidback, distant young lad. He grew up hearing stories about Roy Mustang and other noticeable figures in history, and thus, he opted to take a page from the man's legend and becoming a Flame Alchemist - that way, he could leave, without joining the military. Thankfully, he was a genius, and after a few months, everything was taken care of. The following test was...interesting; basically, he ended up burning down his home, and his family inside. Taken aback, and highly disgusted in himself, Blaise took to the road, training and taking different bounties and missions as he fought to forget about the sin he had commited. Years upon years passed like this, and due to his prodigal ability in combat, he quickly became feared as the 'Blue Devil' due to the fearful blue flames he released. Level in State: N/A - He's a mercenary/bounty hunter/treasure hunter/adventurer...yeah, basically, he does what he wants. He doesn't care about the military or whatever.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry saw another pillar of blue fire. He was glad for the distrction but he might have to go help. He turned around and headed towards the area. When he got there he saw Blaise and Tash under her hood like she typically was. He stayed hidden far away from them to offer cover if they needed the help. He spotted a few rocks to the left of Blaise and focused on them. If he had to give cover he could easily make a smoke bomb out of the rocks. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and put them together lining them up to complete the transmutation circle to be ready at anytime.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan crossed her arms as she glared at the man who was glaring at her. "Trust me, that is murder not self defense in anyway. I think I'd know." Dan said as her tattoo glowed slightly as she prepared an attack for when she knew it would be needed. The only two people who would be able to see her glowing tattoo were her comrades so the people in front of her would be attacked in surprise when and if she were to. "Now come along peacefully before I do what I was trained to do."</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang He snorted quietly, wondering what was wrong with the city. He wasn't lying this time; both times he had been attacked, without any prior knowledge. It was actual self-defense. "Disgusting. Whatever; Arrest me, and I'll talk to your superior officer. I hate worthless oxygen-thieves like you." He offered the girl both of his wrists, his bored, sharp black eyes staring at her in barely disguised disgust.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash rolled her eyes under her hood. "You dogs must have rules for self defense. Oh wait you all beat poor street orphans for fun." She growled out. She kept her hand behind her back to hide the transmutation circles on the back of her hands, which made ice spikes on them that she only used for melee combat. "Now I do suggest you let my friend here go before I take drastic measures." She said in a loud and clear voice, it sounded dull and didn't give away what gender she was to the military officials, which Tash enjoyed quite well in fact.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly shot himself over the ice, he grabbed the handcuffs and before anybody could even blink had already cuffed the original suspect's hands together, he then shot out in the direction of his accomplish. "Threatening the people who keep this city from falling into chaos is a felony. Now I didn't see you transmute those ice things, although this flame guy obviously doesn't have the ability to do it, so I'm willing to let you off with a warning. If your friend was clearly defending himself, he has nothing to worry about. We uphold peace and justice in this town, so he will be released. However if you do not just walk away now I will have no choice to arrest you as well. Anything you do now will effect both you, and your buddy over there. David said trying to show off as well as diffuse the situation. David then rocketed himself across the ice once again by manipulating the air, but this time instead of heading back to where he started, he shot past and grabbed the fire alchemist. They were now each in a position where if the lines were connected between them, an alchemy transmutation circle would have been made using each of them as corners.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." "I really suggest you let him go." Tash said a dark tone leaking into her voice.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Thing was...he didn't need to waste time with circles. As soon as the officer grabbed him, Blaise calmly and lazily gripped the man around the face, his gloved right hand seeming to grow warmer as he stared blankly into the man's eyes. "Do not touch me. You have no right." He said lazily, his grip seeming like steel. "Stand down." Blaise glanced over to Tash, gesturing once with his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Lanette La Fleur Alchemist Name: Bullseye Age: 19 Gender: Female Alchemy Type: Earth Alchemy(Transmutation of the ground, mountains of rock, etc. she is able to manipulate it to her will) Personality: Lanette is a laid-back and approachable figure whom speaks in a lax and slow tone. The young woman appears rather collected and knowledgable, and this is shown often when she speaks with others. When she has been made an enemy, Lanette is not a force to be trifled with. Her once cool nature is replaced with someone more bloodthirsty and intimidating, her mere gaze sending shivers down the spines of those weaker than she. Bio: Lanette was born inside of a quaint home, deep within the valleys and mountains, north of the Capitol. Her parents were rather well-known Alchemists - both utilizing Earth and Water respectively to dominate any enemies to the State. With this being so, Lanette was obviously expected to join the military once she became of age - and, obviously, she excelled at this, under the tutor of her parents. Around the age of ten, she was being taught the uses and efficiency of utilizing weaponry to her advantage - her talent in guns almost bar to none, with the pure accuracy and precision her shots were, even when the rifle was as large as she was tall. As the years passed by, she began learning alchemy at the age of fifteen, a worthy age to begin her alchemy training, as noted by both her father and mother. This was rather interesting, seeing as she had to choose between her mother's Water Alchemy, and her father's Earth Alchemy. Eventually, after witnessing the man blast a pillar of pure stone into the air, precisely nailing a bird, she quickly went with his Alchemy type. Turned out she was actually a natural at Earth Alchemy, and creating transmutation circles on the earth was easy due to her natural talent in the art. As expected, at seventeen, she joined the military, easily moving up in the ranks, and becoming well-respected as a hard-working soldier of the State. Coalition or State?: State Level in State: Commander(If that's acceptable) Outfit: In the picture Theme Song: C2C - Down the Road Other: Her eye is concealed under her bangs since it is the less dominant eye.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s>	<\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s>
<\|description\|>Erik Braxton Appearance: Alchemist Name: The Heavy Metal Alchemist Age: 19 Gender: Male Alchemy Type: Metal Personality: "Serious" is one of the last adjectives used to describe Erik. He tends to joke around a lot and accidently messes up some of his mssions. Though, despite his personality, he is more skilled as an alchemist than he appears. Bio (Required): Erik never knew his parents. He grew up in an orphanage. He first saw alchemy when he witnessed the caretaker use it to fix things around the orphanage. Instantly, he was enamored by it and wanted to learn more. Metal being his favorite thing to manipulate, he started to focus on that. He even develpoed a trick to cover himself in armor, though there are some very noticable weak spots that are there to all for manuverabilty. This special tactic is what earnedd him the nickname Heavy Metal when the State came calling for new recruits. Coalition or State?: State Level in State: (Commander, Soldier, etc.): Recruit Outfit (Optional): In photo Theme Song (Optional): Indestructible by Disturbed Other: He doesn't like talking about his parents.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash stood in a alley of Central. She had a piece of chalk grasped in her hand as she watched people walk down the streets. Her heels bothered her feet but she wasn't going to complain. She was waiting to meet up with any of her fellow coalition members.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang "Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil- Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s>	<\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s>
<\|description\|>David Kishi Appearance: 5'7" Thin and tan, sporty build. Short brown hair with bangs cut to eyebrows, but past the neck in the back. Hazel Eyes. Hard rough skin. Wears Blue Uniform, from the manga/anime. Alchemist Name: The Tornado Alchemist Age: 18 Gender: Male Alchemy Type: Wind, if taken then fire would be fine. Personality: I am friendly and generally cheerful. I look out for number 1, me myself and I, first and then my friends. If something needs done and nobody else is competent enough I will step up and do it correctly, even if others have already done it. Bio (Required): I've had an ordinary life, grew up with a mom, a dad, and two brothers, but being the youngest of three I've always had hand-me-downs and never had anything new. I've gone to school until I was sent to learn alchemy with the military after a few... accidents happened to the class bully. I've been with the military now for 7 years and I've learned faster than most of the older soldiers. I've just been promoted from cadet to Soldier and am about to be transferred into my new squad. [RP picks up here] Coalition or State?: State Level in State: (Commander, Soldier, etc.) Soldier Outfit (Optional): (Default Soldier Uniform (I might draw something if I can find time) ) Theme Song (Optional): N/A Other: Please ask me if anything is unclear.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry saw another pillar of blue fire. He was glad for the distrction but he might have to go help. He turned around and headed towards the area. When he got there he saw Blaise and Tash under her hood like she typically was. He stayed hidden far away from them to offer cover if they needed the help. He spotted a few rocks to the left of Blaise and focused on them. If he had to give cover he could easily make a smoke bomb out of the rocks. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and put them together lining them up to complete the transmutation circle to be ready at anytime.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan crossed her arms as she glared at the man who was glaring at her. "Trust me, that is murder not self defense in anyway. I think I'd know." Dan said as her tattoo glowed slightly as she prepared an attack for when she knew it would be needed. The only two people who would be able to see her glowing tattoo were her comrades so the people in front of her would be attacked in surprise when and if she were to. "Now come along peacefully before I do what I was trained to do."</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang He snorted quietly, wondering what was wrong with the city. He wasn't lying this time; both times he had been attacked, without any prior knowledge. It was actual self-defense. "Disgusting. Whatever; Arrest me, and I'll talk to your superior officer. I hate worthless oxygen-thieves like you." He offered the girl both of his wrists, his bored, sharp black eyes staring at her in barely disguised disgust.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash rolled her eyes under her hood. "You dogs must have rules for self defense. Oh wait you all beat poor street orphans for fun." She growled out. She kept her hand behind her back to hide the transmutation circles on the back of her hands, which made ice spikes on them that she only used for melee combat. "Now I do suggest you let my friend here go before I take drastic measures." She said in a loud and clear voice, it sounded dull and didn't give away what gender she was to the military officials, which Tash enjoyed quite well in fact.</s>	<\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly shot himself over the ice, he grabbed the handcuffs and before anybody could even blink had already cuffed the original suspect's hands together, he then shot out in the direction of his accomplish. "Threatening the people who keep this city from falling into chaos is a felony. Now I didn't see you transmute those ice things, although this flame guy obviously doesn't have the ability to do it, so I'm willing to let you off with a warning. If your friend was clearly defending himself, he has nothing to worry about. We uphold peace and justice in this town, so he will be released. However if you do not just walk away now I will have no choice to arrest you as well. Anything you do now will effect both you, and your buddy over there. David said trying to show off as well as diffuse the situation. David then rocketed himself across the ice once again by manipulating the air, but this time instead of heading back to where he started, he shot past and grabbed the fire alchemist. They were now each in a position where if the lines were connected between them, an alchemy transmutation circle would have been made using each of them as corners.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des In the small town of Ravenwood, all is peaceful, the villagers farm and raise livestock happily with no burden in there lives. There is a small tavern for travelers in need of supplies and wares, an inn for those wishing to rest there bones, and a blacksmith's forge for those that need weaponry, armor, or repairs. For whatever reason, 8 adventurers have shown up within the past week. They have no clue what kind of hell this small piece of heaven is about to be put through.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Ravenwood was a nice enough village, although Alula never liked staying in one place for very long. It fascinated the oracle how so many walks of life could coexist so perfectly together. It filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, but her weakened memory could pin no time in her life to what she was doing right now. Which was talking through an almost market district of the small village. It looked mostly like small stands and people trying to appeal their wares to her. But their voices seemed to fade away, alula's hazy eyes sweeping lazily along the stalls as the voice in her head spoke. "Her goods are overpriced, but the man next to her is more pricy. You would be better off waiting until later in the evening. Desperate salesmen make quick barter." The people running the stalls flashed grins as the girl, not noticing the far away look in her eyes. She did not speak, or respond to their chatter about how their prices were the best in town. Instead she grunted softly, and walked off. She had plenty to spend, she really didn't have to worry about high prices. She blamed this mostly on her dislike of material wealth, she always was loosing odd trinkets. As she walked away from the stall she could hear people talking, talking about her. She frowned, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. She didn't want to be looked at. She had been in this town for almost a week, and she was just trying to pass through. Eventually, and with all hope, people would soon forget about her. People tended to.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace slowly strolled around the market place. In awe of all the delicious looking foods, the shiny trinkets and all the beautiful people. He studied the people as they went on their business, not noting the vale little gnome. Furnace paid close attention of the way people would walk around delivering small sheets of gold around the people standing in front of tables with all sorts of things. They then would be given these things and they would cary it of elsewhere. He thought how he had found a large bag of gold sheets a while ago. He'd brought them in case he needed to make some armor to go with his shield. But as gold was rather soft it didn't really do much for protection. For a while he pondered if he could pretend to be one of these workers, and using the sheets he could get a hold of some food or something. He had some trouble finding that, and it hasn't just appeared since the dark days. Completely absorbed in his thoughts Furnace had long since ceased to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly something bright and colorful caught his eye. Imediately he walked up to it, it was a piece of cloth in fantastic blue. Without paying any attention to what or whomever it was attached to he held it up in the light to witness the celestial patterns with childlike eyes of wonder.</s> <\|message\|>Alula "He is more similar to you then you think." Alula hadn't noticed the gentle tugging on the end of her robe. She rarely noticed anything. She had grown used to the voice in her head, often telling her things she didn't immediately understand. Even with the gnome gripping onto her clothes she continued to walk, and only stopped when she realized the fabric that flowed behind her was now pulled taut. Alula stopped in her tracks, standing ridged. Someone had grabbed ahold of her robes, someone was pulling on her robes. Her eyes stared straight ahead, obscured from view by the brim of her hat. Unfortunately for the gnome, he was short enough to see under her hat as she whipped around, yanking her robes from the gnomes hands. There was a glow to her eyes, but she didn't look particularly angry. Nervous perhaps? Suddenly her mouth opened, and words poured out that didn't belong to her. "Kept to light the fires, and yet the fire inside never died. Dims, but never dies." She blinked several times, glowing eyes replaced with hazy and distant ones. She took a step away from the gnome, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. "My...robe...wouldn't fit you." She spoke slowly, her words slurring together.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Anew aka "Phoenix" Rose Anew wandered into town about the time as the sun reached its zenith. She kept her hood up to keep the sun off of her face and she kept her left hand laying casually on the pommel of her bastard sword. The scenery around the town had gotten Rose in a peaceful mood. She did not desire conflict here but she tired to give the appearance of confidence. She passed a small shepard boy asleep next to the fence while his flock grazed peacefully. The scene brought a smile to her face and made no effort to wake the boy. This town was clearly peaceful to allow such a lazy scene to exist. Rose was happy to see such a place, but her instincts told her it could never last. Nothing good ever does. Rose made her way to the market place near the towns center. It was a fairly lively place compared to the rest. She looked over the wares of various vendors. She was content with her armor and weapons so most of the shops for people of her talents seemed lacking. What did catch her eyes was a set of cookware that was among a vendor. She really did not need it but it had been so long since she had the proper equipment to cook a full meal under the stars. She could not just walk away. One of the copper cooking sets seemed to call her name. She started bartering for a reasonable price.</s>	<\|message\|>Des "Ah, I see you have taken a liking to that cooking set there, madam," The merchant said as he walked over to Rose, "For a pretty lass such as yourself, 75 pieces."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis' eyes went wide when she said those words, his cursed left eye flashing an angry green for a moment before it stopped. He wanted to retaliate with words but his throat seized up, locking shut, if he spoke she would just poke fun at him again, he usually stood tall but now he slumped a fraction. "nothed*," he turned around and with a flick of his tattered left ear, he signaled for them to follow, his steps were more unsure now then they'd ever been, almost all people did not comment on his voice, they tended to know what was good for them, the last time someone did they suffered a beating. But he couldn't beat the girl under the pointy hat, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand at her, she seemed like she didn't know what she was saying but that didn't make him any less wounded. Vis tightened his scarf. When they arrived at the tavern, Vis held the door open for his group, turning around to see the Paladin, Gnome and the pretty hooded girl who made comments at his expense.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki shifted her gaze to the side slightly, as she was compared to that of a barmaid. Not because she was insulted, but moreso because she ended up thinking about kissing patrons when she was half dead. That was one memory she would love to bury, but at least that was at a different village. "Of course. Although I may not look like it, but I do have confidence in my ability to scout out an area. That, and when I do run into trouble, I trust my skill in a scythe." Answering the other man's questions, she couldn't help but to notice how he had a momentary lapse when he first looked at her. She leaned closer to him, while subtly releasing the top clasp of the cloak, allowing it to part slightly. From this angle, the man could get just a tiny glimps of her chest. "Well~? Do you believe me~?" Whispering these words, at such a low volume, yet with hints of a challenge mixed in with that sultry tone.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace entered the tavern and looked around. The room was filled with wooden constructs, living creatures and ceramics containing, what smelled like food. He didn't see a source for the food though. How did these people find it? Why decide to eat it here? Then he saw a creature with a large wooden plate stacked with cups. Distributing food to people. He noticed a pattern, she went by all the wooden circles and gave foot to those balanced around it. Furnace concluded that if they balanced on the small wooden constructs around the large wooden plates, they would get food. Following the pattern the barmaid followed Furnace chose a table that would soon be serviced. He took the cloth-wrapped bastard sword slung over his shoulder and carefully placed it leaning against the table. After sizing the chair up for a few seconds and studying the other patrons he got up on the seat and sat down cross-legged. Then he waited. If his guesses were correct food would now come to him.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ A scythe huh, that's an interesting weapon of choice, thought Separ as he continued to talk to this beautiful lady. However as he was listening to her, she seemed to lean forward and unbutton the top of her cloak, an action which surprised Separ. He stared closely for a second and realized he could see a small portion of her cleavage. Was she purposefully trying to make him look? Should he look? Can he? While Separ kind of wanted to take a peek he realized that wouldn't be a good idea. She was most likely just feeling a little hot and wanted some more air. He glanced to the side not wanting to stare at her chest and give off the wrong impression. "I believe you, after all you have no reason to lie right?" His voice had turned even more nervous now, as he wasn't sure quite what to do. "So, uh, welcome to the team I guess." He looked back at her and gave her a somewhat shy smile. Separ turned towards Kelvin and extended a hand, his palm facing the sky. "This here is Kelvin, and my name is Separ. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" As he said this Separ had a lightbulb moment and turned towards Kelvin and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you my name earlier. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, at least the other guy was going to keep his head on. Mostly. Not that Kelvin had done much better with that passing insult. A scythe? Scouting? Kelvin shook his head. If she had those skills, it was more concerning. What if she was part of a marauder's crew- luring unsuspecting travelers to the wrong road at the wrong hour. The thought made him shudder. It was just unnatural, for someone with a face like that to be alone in a town like this. Though, in retrospect, it was equally strange for an engineer to be hanging about the area as well. She leaned closer to them, his companion specifically, and murmured towards him, letting her cloak hang open a bit. Whelp. He was done here. Kelvin turned away smartly and sat down at her table, attempting to keep a straight face. Aren't you supposed to seduce them before you get what you want, rather than after? Not that he had experience in such things. Ah, Separ was his name. "It be alright, think nothing of it." Kelvin didn't look at either of them, looking pointedly to the side and then jumping, knocked over his chair and falling to the floor beside it. "What… who is that?!" A strange, whitish childlike creature was sitting on one of the seats beside him. Kelvin spluttered and recovered a bit. "Ah, hello there… little one."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched the half-elf for his reaction, and she couldn't help but think maybe she chose the wrong choice. He had looked mad, and she could feel that she had hurt his feelings. Her face kept neutral, but there was an argument going on in her head. She chose to ignore it, but her headache and dizziness were increasing. And after a few moments Alula had forgotten about what the voices were arguing over. Something about a voice? She knew plenty of those. Oh. They were walking now. She wasn't sure were they were going, or if she should go too. But after taking one teetering step forward she decided going with them was better then staying alone in a crowd. She allowed herself to lean on the paladin a few times, and although the touch of armor felt like a searing through her robes she did not fall. Several times while the small group was walking Alula asked where they were going, and every time she got an answer she soon forgot it and asked again. She also asked several other questions ranging from asking "what time is is" four times to questioning why the paladin was wearing so much armor. Walking into the bar was slightly less overwhelming then walking through the streets. It was still many thoughts being thrown at her at once, so many intermingling voices. But now several of them were drunk. And yet it was still a lot to take in. She opened her mouth, eyes dully glowing under her hat. "A gathering place for people of all kinds, the road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same and yet they end up here." She already felt far more comfortable being out of the heat, and although the bar was noisier she could barely hear them under the voices in her head. She watched as the gnome ran off to find a table, sitting with a few other people. Alula disliked the idea of having to be close to more people so quickly, and instead found herself wobbling over to a small table near the back of the room. All around her phantoms and hallucinations moved, ranging from the joyous to disastrous. From weddings to war. But she didn't mind, they were faded and quiet under a heavy cloud of alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noted the other beings around the wooden circle had noticed him and one of them wished to trade words. He eyed the tall figure, he had a magnificent beard, he was tall but not as physically imposing as his new metal bound friend. The thing that stood out about this guy was not his appearance. Furnace tilted his head slightly without breaking eye contact with Kelvin. "Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Once the group he had latched himself onto entered, Vis followed, closing the wooden door behind him. Once the merry group had entered, Vis veered to the left and towards the bar counter where the bartender stood and dried out rinsed tankards. "Ith there a chanth I can thake a thankard outh?" asked Vis, watching the man behind the counter dry out the mug. "Sorry mate, nothing leaves the tavern that's not yours." Vis sighed, he didn't like to drink or eat in public, he had to take off the scarf and let people see his gnarled up scar and exposed teeth, he didn't want that. He was about to walk away and find a seat but behind the barman was a sheld of unopened bottles of drink, waiting to be bought. One of the bottles caught his eye, it was a plain green bottle, slimmer and taller then most, with an all too familiar label; it was a bottle of ForestElf, Wildberries and Alderflowers and it was new, Vis didn't like aged. "How muth for tha ForethtElf?" Vis asked, he watched as the man reached up to get a bottle that sat next to the one that caught his eye, it was a lighter color and the wax around the cork was damaged, showing it had been watered down and re-sealed, "Tha fresh one pleath." said Vis patiently, as the man grumbled and brought down the unopened one. "40 gold," said the barkeeper, clearly disgruntled by his failed attempt at selling him watered down booze, "Special discount for you my lispy friend." "fiftheen gold and I'm noth your friend you con artitht." He glared at the man and rested his hand on his rapier, as the man dropped his hand under the counter, probably gripping a weapon. "40, you half-elf mongrel." "Fiftheen, you gold pinthing donkey."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver stepped beside the half-elf and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at the barkeeper. "No need to ruin this good day with... regrettable actions, friends. What do we say to thirty gold, and I'll put up half of it... provided you share some with our new friends, of course." It was obvious so far that the barkeep was a cheat and a swindler, and in another time Carver would have loved to have words with him on the subject. However, not on such a fine day, in so crowded a place, with friends in need of care nearby. The priority right now was diffusing the situation. "How much for something hot for my diminutive friend, good man?" He gestured back to the gnome sitting nearby, who looked to be sniffing at a bearded stranger. The man didn't seem offended by this, so that was good. Carver jingled his coin purse and was disheartened by its lightness - a life of charity had taken a toll on his funds, it seemed. He'd need to find some form of income soon, but that could wait.</s> <\|message\|>Des The barkeep looks Carver up and down, "For a respectful man such as yourself, 30 pieces is fine, as for food, that'll be 20 pieces for a nice hot meal." The barkeep brings the down the bottle and holds out his hand, waiting to be paid.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis, shook off Carver's hand and just glared at the barman, ignoring the paladin's offer after hearing the lightness of his pouch, he was too prideful at that moment to accept help and he didn't see it fair to take from someone who had little to begin with. "I'll pay thirthy." growled Vis through clenched teeth, his green eye casting a bright shaft of light at the barman's face. "Fifty." replied the barman, seeing that Vis was willing to pay more, the man smirked. In no mood to barter any further, Vis shoved his fist into the his coin pouched and clenched about half in his fist before throwing them at the taverner's face and snatched the bottle from his grubby clutches, "What the f-!" "You goth tha money, now shuth up!" yelled Vis, not caring who heard him. He turned around and let the paladin get what he wanted from the disgruntled man picking up coins from the floor. Vis found a secluded seat in a dark corner and popped the cork from the bottle, he took a deep whiff of it's smell, 'the smell of home.' he thought, remembering that the brewery was in his home town. He was about to lower his scarf to drink but he noticed a faint white glow coming from his blind, left side. He turned to see the girl in the pointy hat, he groaned, not seeing her as she was on his left side. Sp he went over to another seat, farther into the corner and away from the zoned out woman. As he sat there, on his own, he glanced at the girl in the pointy hat.</s>	<\|message\|>Des "Well, since your friend there is so rude, you have to be the normal price, 35 pieces for a nice meal." He sneered at the paladin, then looking at the rogue, "And if he causes any trouble, I expect you to take care of him because you won't like how I do it."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Alright, well I'm going to go an buy some supplies as well for everyone else, feel free to join me if you wish." As Separ was about to head out towards the marketplace he saw Kelvin approach him. "I'll stay." Separ couldn't help but smile at this as Kelvin lowered his bag on the ground and told him it would be better not to go through his bag as it could be dangerous. "That's fine with me, I wouldn't want to risk anyone injuring themselves, though I must say I'm really glad you decided to stay." Separ smiled happily as he watched Kelvin continue to reorganized his backpack. You sure have a lot of stuff in there, don't you? Separ thought to himself as the bag Kelvin had seemed to be stuffed with many different materials, and what Separ guessed were explosives. "I am sorry to say I will be a bit of a burden, as I don't have any food supplies, or much money to compensate for that." Kelvin shrugged, as he then went on to list what supplies he had available to him. Sure he didn't actually have any food supplies or coin, but what he did have lots of gear and equipment that would be a great asset for the team for sure. "Surely you must be joking, you have quite a bit of gear and equipment here. I doubt you'd slow us down at all. I'm sure you'll be a valued member of the team, so you need not worry Kelvin." Separ looked around at the remaining members of the group who had chosen to stay here rather than go on the shopping trip for food. "If anyone wants to come with me I'm going to go and get some tents and sleeping bags, maybe some snacks as well or anything else provided I have enough money for it." As Separ said this he took out a rather large bag filled with golden coins. It was larger than anyone elses, though only just slightly above Alula's. And with that Separ headed off to a different section of the marketplace, and after a bit of walking approached a store which sold general gear. Entering the building he saw various non-magical gear and equipment all stored on racks as well as a couple shelves of dried food. Upon seeing some tents though, Separ went up towards them and picked up four boxes of them, as well as a backpack for himself. With his items in tow he went up to the shopkeeper, a young woman who, while Separ guessed wasn't the actual owner, was probably related to them in one way or another. "How much here for the tents and backpack?" Separ asked, as he laid them out on the counter and reached for his coin bag.</s> <\|message\|>Des The girl looked up at Separ, "120 gold all together, will that be all?" She asked, she smiled at the size of his coin bag, showing that she upped the price since he had a lot of money, sadly Separ is un-perceptive and didn't notice. "You going on a camping trip or something."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "120 gold pieces? Isn't that a bit much?" Separ asked as he started to pull out the money regardless. Sure he was surprised by the price, but the gear seemed to be of at least decent quality, and well Separ didn't actually know how much these usually rang up for. Maybe all tents were this expensive? Whatever the case, Separ shrugged it off and naively handed her the money. "I'm not really going camping by the way, more like going on an adventure with some people I just met. They're all pretty nice." Separ turned around and looked a little bit more around the store, then realized he had forgotten to pick up sleeping bags. He quickly rushed over and picked up all eight of them and laid them on the counter as well. "And how much for these?"</s> <\|message\|>Des "4 each, so 32." Once again she upped the price, and once again Separ took no notice. "So you and 7 others huh? You sure 4 tents is going to be enough, you may need one more."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Sure thing, here you go." Said Separ as he handed her the cash, but just before he could hand it to her she asked if he needed one more tent. "Huh? Why would I need one more tent? There's eight of us after all so that would be two per tent. Wait are you just trying to get me to buy more stuff so I can spend more money than I should? Well your plan isn't going to work if that's what your suggesting. I'm just going to pay for this stuff and that's it." And with that Separ handed her the money, though as he prepared to leave he saw some simple medical supplies as well. Bandages, gauze, disinfectant, the works. "Uh, but first, how much are those?" Separ asked, pointing at the supplies.</s> <\|message\|>Des "No, of course not, but there may be that one person who wants to be alone." She stops when Separ says something and looks to where he's pointing. "Oh, the medkit, that would be 40 gold." This Separ catches, he's been through enough bandages to know that the medkit is only 20 at best.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ shocked at the price picks up the medkit and examines it thoroughly, there's no way the medkit should cost this much money at all. Confused and a bit annoyed he went up to the woman and placed the medkit on the counter. "This is just a normal medkit, there's no way it should be this expensive. It's double the price of other medkits." Separ sighed as he realized she may have even cheated him on the other prices as well. What a fool I have been. I fell for her trap so easily. "Did you increase the price of everything I have bought in here?" Separ questioned her sternly.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Noooo, why would a merchant ever exaggerate prices, besides you already bought it with no complaints so you can't do anything now, as for the medkit, you're right, it shouldn't be that expensive, but due to supply and demand, especially since you have 8 people going off on an adventure where injuries are certain and the demand for meds will be high, the price of the supply is also, you guessed it, high. Now pay the 40 gold or get out of here."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace wanted to try this wonder thing. He chose a random stand and walked up to it. He could't see what was on the table but as he looked up he saw the strangest thing hanging from the tarp hanging over the stand. It was a long wooden staff ending in a circle. In the circle a weave made of tightly spun rope was attached. It made him think of the spider's webbing. The handle and shape suggested the staff was a tool for some job or function. Furnace was dying to know what it was. He stepped back so he could meet the shop keepers gaze. He pointed up at the butterfly net as he stood there in shabby rags and bare feet. His appearance suggested he couldn't buy anything here, but Furnace didn't know that. With utmost concentration Furnace looked at the shop keep and shouted "How Much!"</s> <\|message\|>Des Startled by the shouts of Furnace, the shopkeep jumped and screamed a bit. After regaining his calm, he looked to where the gnome was pointing and saw the net, "Oh that, that would be 10 gold pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ frowned at the price, but reluctantly decided it would be better to have a medkit than to not have one at all. "40 gold pieces was it?" Said Separ as he pulled out some coins, only to realize he didn't have enough. "Umm, I only have 32 gold pieces..." His words trailed off realizing he wasn't going to be able to afford the medkit. "It looks like I may be forced to buy that at a later time, thanks for the other supplies though." Said Separ as he began to walk off towards the door.</s> <\|message\|>Des The female merchant called out to Separ, "Wait kid, 30 will be just fine. Some money is better than no money."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Huh, you really mean it?" Asked Separ in shock. "I mean, yes that would be great, though are you sure about all of this, after all you're not getting the full price of what it's worth, and someone else might come in later and by it for the full price of 40?" Separ asked her.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Kid, when do you think some other naïve adventurer is going to come in here and buy it, the people in this town don't go on adventures."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "But... didn't you just say this item was in high demand?" Separ's brow furrowed as he realized he was being lied to. "You have been lying to me this whole time haven't you? Sell me this medkit at a price of 15 or I'm leaving."</s> <\|message\|>Des "The item isn't in high demand, but you are in high demand of it with your pack of 8, 25 pieces or walk kid because I'm not going lower."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ thought about her offer for a moment, but then had a 'brilliant' idea. "25 pieces and a date!" He exclaimed proudly, hoping it would cause her to stumble and lower the price. He wasn't actually expecting her to take him up on the offer, and he figured it was worth a shot. "Either that or 20 pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Des "I told you kid, I'm not going lower, so 25 and a date it is, now I get the 25 and a free meal, but good luck treating me anywhere on 7 gold."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ glanced around nervously and then sighed, defeated. "You were supposed to say 'No way am I going out with you, just take the medkit for 20 and get out.'" Separ fumbled with his money and paid her the 25 gold, and then handed her the last seven gold pieces as well. "Just keep it." And with that he began to leave the store, totally crushed, and without any money for himself.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Succes! The first stage of the ritual was going without a hitch. Furnace pulled out the fat sack of coins and reach in to count and take 10 coins exactly. He checked again to be absolutely sure he had the right amount, then placed the coins on the counter and waited in exited anticipation to see if it would work.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side. Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.</s> <\|message\|>Des Before Vis could manipulate the exchange, the merchant grabbed the gold, and handed Furnace the net. -Ignore this, Vis just ninja'd me with his update</s> <\|message\|>Furnace To Furnace's surprise there was a hidden element to the ritual. The recloacked man corrected him but he didn't know why. The man behind the table seemed to have no problem with the way he was chanting. He suggested an incantation returning a riddle. Perhaps this was an advanced form of magic. A ritual using less materials didn't seem like logical step up. Then again, some materials needed to smelt longer at lower temperatures. Maybe this was similar. In the same way, only slightly more confused, Furnace shouted his incantation at the shopkeep. "How low are you willing to go?"</s> <\|message\|>Des Once again startled by the shouting, the merchant jumped again but not as high this time. Once again regaining himself, he looked at Vis and looked back at Furnace, "Still 10 gold pieces, I'm not going lower on a net."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked back at the gnome and tightened up his scarf, "wath and learn." Vis scanned the stall of it's wares, looking for something to add into the deal, he spotted a bobbin of thread, looking up to the vendor Vis spoke, "throw in tha bobbin and conthider ith a deal." he returned to the gnome and whispered in his ear, "if a vendor is unwilling to go lower, try add something else to the deal but at a lower price."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Based on the reactions of the merchant and the recloacked man Furnace guessed he had messed something up. He looked with large sad eyes at Vis, then at the merchant, then at Vis again. "Now what?"</s>	<\|message\|>Des "A bobbin of twine and a net for 10 gold, hell, why not?" The merchant holds out his hand to the gnome, waiting to be paid.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des Startled by the shouts of Furnace, the shopkeep jumped and screamed a bit. After regaining his calm, he looked to where the gnome was pointing and saw the net, "Oh that, that would be 10 gold pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ frowned at the price, but reluctantly decided it would be better to have a medkit than to not have one at all. "40 gold pieces was it?" Said Separ as he pulled out some coins, only to realize he didn't have enough. "Umm, I only have 32 gold pieces..." His words trailed off realizing he wasn't going to be able to afford the medkit. "It looks like I may be forced to buy that at a later time, thanks for the other supplies though." Said Separ as he began to walk off towards the door.</s> <\|message\|>Des The female merchant called out to Separ, "Wait kid, 30 will be just fine. Some money is better than no money."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Huh, you really mean it?" Asked Separ in shock. "I mean, yes that would be great, though are you sure about all of this, after all you're not getting the full price of what it's worth, and someone else might come in later and by it for the full price of 40?" Separ asked her.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Kid, when do you think some other naïve adventurer is going to come in here and buy it, the people in this town don't go on adventures."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "But... didn't you just say this item was in high demand?" Separ's brow furrowed as he realized he was being lied to. "You have been lying to me this whole time haven't you? Sell me this medkit at a price of 15 or I'm leaving."</s> <\|message\|>Des "The item isn't in high demand, but you are in high demand of it with your pack of 8, 25 pieces or walk kid because I'm not going lower."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ thought about her offer for a moment, but then had a 'brilliant' idea. "25 pieces and a date!" He exclaimed proudly, hoping it would cause her to stumble and lower the price. He wasn't actually expecting her to take him up on the offer, and he figured it was worth a shot. "Either that or 20 pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Des "I told you kid, I'm not going lower, so 25 and a date it is, now I get the 25 and a free meal, but good luck treating me anywhere on 7 gold."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ glanced around nervously and then sighed, defeated. "You were supposed to say 'No way am I going out with you, just take the medkit for 20 and get out.'" Separ fumbled with his money and paid her the 25 gold, and then handed her the last seven gold pieces as well. "Just keep it." And with that he began to leave the store, totally crushed, and without any money for himself.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Succes! The first stage of the ritual was going without a hitch. Furnace pulled out the fat sack of coins and reach in to count and take 10 coins exactly. He checked again to be absolutely sure he had the right amount, then placed the coins on the counter and waited in exited anticipation to see if it would work.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side. Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.</s> <\|message\|>Des Before Vis could manipulate the exchange, the merchant grabbed the gold, and handed Furnace the net. -Ignore this, Vis just ninja'd me with his update</s> <\|message\|>Furnace To Furnace's surprise there was a hidden element to the ritual. The recloacked man corrected him but he didn't know why. The man behind the table seemed to have no problem with the way he was chanting. He suggested an incantation returning a riddle. Perhaps this was an advanced form of magic. A ritual using less materials didn't seem like logical step up. Then again, some materials needed to smelt longer at lower temperatures. Maybe this was similar. In the same way, only slightly more confused, Furnace shouted his incantation at the shopkeep. "How low are you willing to go?"</s> <\|message\|>Des Once again startled by the shouting, the merchant jumped again but not as high this time. Once again regaining himself, he looked at Vis and looked back at Furnace, "Still 10 gold pieces, I'm not going lower on a net."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked back at the gnome and tightened up his scarf, "wath and learn." Vis scanned the stall of it's wares, looking for something to add into the deal, he spotted a bobbin of thread, looking up to the vendor Vis spoke, "throw in tha bobbin and conthider ith a deal." he returned to the gnome and whispered in his ear, "if a vendor is unwilling to go lower, try add something else to the deal but at a lower price."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Based on the reactions of the merchant and the recloacked man Furnace guessed he had messed something up. He looked with large sad eyes at Vis, then at the merchant, then at Vis again. "Now what?"</s> <\|message\|>Des "A bobbin of twine and a net for 10 gold, hell, why not?" The merchant holds out his hand to the gnome, waiting to be paid.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace nodded and handed the man the golden sheets. He wondered who hell was, but he or she didn't interrupt him when he gave the gold. The ritual seemed complete as Furnace accepted the net in return and held it aloft in wonder. What magics could this staff hold? "Now we do the same with.. bread.. right?" Furnace tried to imagine what bread was. The words sounded like broad. So he expected it to be flat and heavy, like a broadsword.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver pondered the girl's question for a moment. "Heavy? I suppose it is, but not so bad once you begin to see the benefits," he responded, unsure if he was still talking about armor. "Truth is, I can't imagine I could ever do anything else. I was raised in a monastery - every day I prayed, trained, read, bettered my body and my mind until the Knight Commander deemed I was ready. Past a certain age, of course, I would have been allowed to leave, but... I never wanted to." He smiled fondly at the memories of his youth, particularly the phrase he now repeated that one of his teachers had been so fond of. "There's so much wrong in the world. One man can't fix it all, but... think about how much he'll do if he tries." He shook himself out of his nostalgia and stood up. "Apologies, you didn't ask to hear my life story. Are you feeling well, my lady? I should think our companions will be returning shortly." The woman in black was still here, he realized with a start. He shouldn't have lost track of her. Careless. She could have hurt someone while he was pontificating. He'd have to do better to keep an eye on that one.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened contentedly as Carver talked about his early life. She wasn't sure why, but even the voices kept quiet as he spoke. Listening to him speak so fondly of events of his past made her feel strangely happy. She might not have memories of the past, but he did. It must be nice, to think on the before and expand upon. And while she felt like she should have been jealous or sad, she wasn't. She tipped back her hat, as if trying to see better through hazy eyes. "The kindness of one has the ability to grow in the sunshine and change the lives of many." She smiled softly, pulling her hat back down over her eyes. She felt fine, in fact she felt more levelheaded then normal. She figured it had something to do with him being a paladin. "I am...quite alright..." She spoke slowly, as if confused. She was surprised that she was feeling so stable. "I am...eager...to begin this...adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki sighed as she watched mostly everyone split up to go shopping for supplies. "There's not alot one can't get without gold." Muttering softly to herself with a bemused smile, she glanced slightly at the paladin, internally frowning as she noticed that his attention seemed to be on her. Choosing to pass time doing something else, she started walking off in the direction of the marketplace. However, unlike the others, she wasn't shopping. She had stayed in one place for long enough, so she was starting to worry about possible religious members locating her here.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Separ exited the store, feeling like a chump after what happened with the shopkeeper he ran into the cloaked girl. Separ couldn't help but smile when he saw her, and it even made him temporarily forget about what happened in the general shop. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but he was glad that both she and all the others had agreed to stay in the group. Separ could finally start his own adventure. Separ immediately walked over to the cloaked girl. "Hey, how's it going? I managed to buy us some tents and sleeping bags, as well as a medkit and backpack. Are you out shopping to, if so can I accompany you? Though, as of now I have no money." Separ glanced from side to side before sighing. "Please don't ask, I'd rather not talk about it." He exclaimed before looking once again at her. "So are the others with you, or are they still near the tavern? and umm, what did you want to buy?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked got up from his crouched position and took the bobbin of thread from the man behind the counter, stowing it in his leather backpack. He had no idea what he was going to do with it but he felt it would become useful at some point. He looked down to the gnome, "Nithe buy, yeth now we go tho buy bread." Unfortunately, Vis didn't know where the baker's district was but he could find out. Looking for the nearest permanent structure, the facade of a small temple, he approached it and rested his hand on the windowsill testing it's sturdiness, it seemed to hold. Vis clambered up, putting his hands on the heads of saints and gargoyles and ascending the face of the temple until he was near the top. He hold on with one hand and leaned away from the face of the temple, Vis saw plooms of white smoke and deduced that was where bread was being made. Climbing back down he returned to the gnome and walked with him to the bakery and purchased stale bread for two coins a piece, buying 8 in total.</s> <\|message\|>Des Suddenly, guards started running through the streets. Upon first glance, one would assume they would be running after someone and most likely the people who caused trouble at the local tavern. But the guards kept running, and as they drew closer, you could tell they weren't running after, but away. Screams started to fill the streets as kobolds (small dragonfolk with no wings), goblins, men wearing chainmail and black tunics, and even an ettin (two-headed giant) started to swarm the village, destroying and slaughtering everything in sight. The goblins set fire to the stands and the ettin destroyed many houses and even the tavern. A dark silhouette of a man on a horse could be seen amongst the smoke in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace furiously pondered the meaning and intent of this group. He saw them break, tear and burn the stands, carts and houses. Two huge heads sharing one body came storming past him, massive flail in each hand. As he crashed trough several stands at once, splinters and raw materials flew trough the air. Deconstruction It dawned on Furnace what they were doing. They were harvesting materials for the forge. He saw creatures armed with swords and clubs run to the creatures from the village and hit them until they stopped screaming. Was this a fight? Or could they also harvest life? "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." Was this what the tired girl had predicted? Either way, Furnace was exited by this development. Much to learn. And in the spirit of learning new thing Furnace took the wrapped package from his back and let the cloth fall to the ground. With two hands and significant effort he held aloft an orcish broadsword. It was about his size and looked right at home between the flails, blades and axes of the newcomers. With care and calculation he mimicked the lumbering brute's movements as he rand after him, then past him, then into a stand. With as mighty a swing he could muster he brought the heavy blade down upon the wooden board. The thin plank snapped instantly, causing copper and tin trinkets to fly everywhere. As Furnace was showered in shiny but function-less pieces of metal he looked behind him at the two-faced giant, looking for confirmation that he got it right.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The ettin was about to slay the little one when he had suddenly attacked on of the stands, this caused the ettin to think that the little one was one of them and so he nodded and continued his rampage.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Suddenly, the adrenaline in Vis' system drained away and he felt immensely tired, from all the strenuous moving and his profuse blood loss and his body was wracked with thudding pains. He leaned against the wall next to him for support but instead he staggered and had to sit on the floor, resting his head on the wall he sighed as the world around him grew silent or maybe his brain was too tired to interpret sound. He whinced as he leaned his back against the wall, the long gash on it inflamed; looking down onto his chest, he furrowed his eyebrows, the front of his leather armor had a bump on it. Deciding to investigate, he pulled back the leather segment and stifled a yell, there, protruding from his chest was a pointed piece of metal, an arrow head. He quickly brought his hands to his back and felt that the fletching of the arrow , it was touching his armor, the arrow had gone all the way through him and had missed everything vital. He was amazed and at the same time horrified, he decided to keep it in to hold back blood, picking himself back up, Vis shambled back to the man he had killed, he had a plan. He pulled the black tunic off of the man and draped it over himself, covering his armor and making him look like one of them, looking back at the man he sighed, if he had a ranged weapon he could gave killed him and took no damage. Vis had an idea. He dropped to his knees and with tired hands, got to work, cutting a patch of leather from the dead mans trousers and poking two holes through it and working twine through the holes. His sling was complete and he rose to his wobbly feet, only to start shuffling and stumbling, Vis was drained and felt as if he were on his last legs. He stumbled back out but instead of coming to the main street he came out in a forest, a bit confused he carried on and step by step he faltered until he fell on the floor, breathing shallowly. Maybe the arrow had hit something vital after all. The black tunic billowed around him as he hit the ground and he moaned in pain, dressed as one of the raiders.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula looked over the chaotic destruction of the town. She seemed rather pleased, Carver was being tended by the gnome and the horde in front of them had seemed to thinned out considerably due to the fires. Yes, this was fine. But something was wrong. The girl was panicking again. "Please! Another is hurt. He is dying. He is far and needs us." It took a lot of effort but Alula was finally able to convince herself to move. Despite the anxious and urgent tone of Alula's voice, she moved at a slow and lazy hover over the battle. It wasn't difficult to find Vis, and yet she hesitated as she hovered down next to him, glowing eyes looking cross. "This man is a raider he doesn't need to be healed, he needs to be killed. no wait please he isn't a raider. Ah yes...now we recognize him. The man who tired to hurt you in the tavern. he didn't try to hurt me it was an accident. And now here he is on the ground, just like back in the tavern." And as it seemed like Vis was soon to be blasted to death, another voice spoke. The same calming one that often kept Alula in line. "The girl speaks the truth. This man is kind and has protected her. We will not harm him." The staff was lowered, and Alula hovered even closer to Vis and carefully turned him, removing the arrow with gentle movements. Despite this care Alula still sounded anxious. "please be gentle with him. You heard as the other said, you cannot harm him. Please let us heal him." Alula's begging finally gave way. The girl first made sure Vis was not watching as she pulled back her sleeves and began to chant. "petranas letoclo ve irisv sia thurirl" This heal was far more energy consuming then healing Separs hands. This was a lot of internal damage and bleeding, but he would live. Alula again hovered over him, glowing eyes devoid of emotion. But she was relieved. She was glowing with far less intensity now, using all of this energy was exhausting her. She wished it was night.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis was nearly unconscious when he felt a soft draft across his face, then a burning pain lanced through his body as he felt his organs shift, the arrow slowly being pulled out of his body, ge writhed in pain but clamped his mouth and eyes shut, not wanting to attract attention. But the pain did not relent, as burning white magic sifted through his broken bones and pulled together parted flesh until he was as whole as possible. Vis groaned and flopped onto his side and clutched at his chest, he gasped for air and relished it's cooling feeling in his lungs, he was better but he did not feel much better. Vis finally opened his eyes but saw only the ground, tilting it to look up, he saw an angel floating by his side, he squinted as it's bright glow hurt his eye he reached out and tried to touch the angel bit found that it was too far, he still held his hand out though hoping the angel would bless him. As he blinked away tears of pain and the haze of exhaustion, he saw that he wasn't looking at an angel but at that girl, Alula. Slowly Vis got to his feet, and his knees buckled for a bit before he leaned on a tree to look up at her, he tightened his scarf, "Um.. Th-thank you." he was frankly a bit scarred of her but at the same time, he felt the need to step closer, "Alula.."</s> <\|message\|>Des The ravaging horde ripped apart Rose, adding her to the pile of rotting flesh. Rose has died</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula looked down upon Vis as he began to breathe, a small smile spreading across her face. He was breathing, he was alive. Thank the stars. She watched as he reached out, as if trying to touch her. She moved away, even though she knew he wouldn't have the reach nor the energy to grab her, she didn't want him to get burned. She watched him struggle to stand, wishing she could have assisted him but being afraid of making things worse. And he spoke as he stood, and Alula let out a soft giggle and a smile before her face contorted back to a serious and emotionless expression. "There is no need for you to thank us. You shall thank the girl once this is all over." Alula drifted over to the tree line, peaking out. "The fight is not yet over. And you are in no shape to be moving." She looked over her shoulder, back at Vis. "And we suggest you keep yourself safe, for your sake as well as the girls."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was on one knee, panting, armor scuffed and battered and dented, aching from a dozen bruises. Another mace cracked onto his shoulder, adding to the count. The armor would take the force of the blow, he knew - it wouldn't harm him, not really. Didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. "Carver, a knight in shining armor is a man who's never had his metal tested. Again." Goblin blood was leaking in his visor. He blinked his eyes clean and beheld something wondrous. It was the sun, right in front of his eyes, burning and bright and powerful. He was bathed in her light - his mind was soothed with her radiance. She was his bright lady, he her knight errant, and she had seen fit to grant him a token of her favor. Tears ran freely down the knight's face, mingling with the blood. She was here, she was with him. For a moment Carver thought he was dead; for a moment he thought he would never die. And then the light faded, and strength surged through his body. He rose, flush with warmth and fire, and lashed out a cut at the goblin who had struck him. He blocked another blow, took another on his armor without flinching. He could not be hurt - not while he bore her purpose. "Hello again, friend." Carver turned his head around to see the gnome there, looking at him. Carver grinned, though he knew the gnome wouldn't be able to see it. "My friend! Stay back, let me take the worst of it! Is everyone safe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, the answer to that one was a solid 'no'. That little guy though. He was amazing. Kelvin only paused for a second to see the midget punch into the enemy lines towards the paladin. Great work there, but- there was more work to be done. Kelvin instead ran towards the tavern, with it's roof fairly busted up by the ettin's weight. He threw open the door and ducked inside, raising his crossbow to release a round almost point blank into the surprised face of a goblin, which promptly fell over, even as Kelvin released a few more bolts into attackers. He paused for a moment and looked over the space, shouting. "There are too many! We got to leave! Follow us if you want to live." He paused long enough to refill his pouch with crossbow darts from his pack and reload his crossbow before charging back out, moving to support the midget and the paladin. Fires still blazed in spots around them, but that was just to his advantage. He dashed forward to use the two warriors as cover. He arrived and shot a goblin coming from Carver's left in the chest, not killing him due to armor, but knocking him down easily. "We can't fight this many, we need to get the townsfolk and leave."</s> <\|message\|>Des As Kelvin leaves the tavern, The ettin wakes up and his rising crushes the building and all those inside. The ettin then looks over at the three in the mosh pit and charges towards them. People who have escaped for now unless they run back in: Separ Suki Vis Alula So only the three trapped in the middle of the horde are left to run and escape or fight the horde and ettin Ettin:</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The lumbering brute rushing towards them gave Furnace considerable alarm. Regardless what the double headed giant was planning, at this rate he was going to step on on Furnace's sword! What a fool he had been for dropping it. Furnace shouted a warning "Don't walk there!" but the monster did not take note. Without a though Furnace ran at him, or rather, the sword arms outstretched. He reached out with heat and cinders as he let magic flow forwards, setting fire to the corpses and rubble between him and the Ettin. Torn armor, lost chains maxes and blades, scraps and rubble. The battlefield was littered with things that burnt and things that melt. Red glowing landmines of liquid metal scattered across the field the Ettin was charging into. The epicenter of scorching pain placed several meters above the now glowing blade of Furnace. The growing ball of fire stood imposing in the path of the Ettin, at chest height and bright enough pierce eyes. Unfazed by the heat and nimble enough to skip and jump between the molten death traps, Furnace bounded forwards, leaving a trail of glitter in his wake as kicked up sand turned to glass. He didn't know if the creature was going to be willing to burn himself, all he had eyes for was his blade.</s> <\|message\|>Carver "We can't fight this many, we need to get to the townsfolk and leave." Carver couldn't see the man who was shouting to him, but from the voice and the crossbow bolts that appeared in the chests of several goblins, he guessed it was Kelvin. He was just preparing a response when the world caught fire. A great roar came from the battlefield as piles of scrap metal melted into pools of lava. He could feel the heat even from here - if he stayed around this inferno, the knight would be cooked alive in his armor in a few minutes. Obviously, this was the work of whatever spellcaster had singed him earlier - now they were poised to burn the whole town down. The scope of the battle had changed, he realized. There was more power at play here than the party was prepared to handle. Carver hated to run, but laying down his life now would be a pointless waste. The battle was lost; now he just needed to get everyone clear. A proposition that was very suddenly made drastically more difficult when the gnome bounded into the heart of the fires - towards the Ettin. He was moving fast, faster than Carver could have managed even without armor. Well, he'd just have to hope the gnome slowed down, then. He turned to Kelvin. "Get to the others, and get them and as many people as you are able out of the town and into the woods! Keep them safe! I'm going after the gnome! We'll meet you out there!" With that, Carver took off running as fast as the sun's energy would allow him.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The town has been 95% destroyed NPC survivors: 2</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des The town has been 95% destroyed NPC survivors: 2</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The Ettin stayed it's course, roaring trough the blistering pain and swinging around a heavy flail. Furnace pushed on also, along with the floating inferno before him. Like a fiery game of chicken they rushed at each other. With a groaning sound chains snapped as links softened and a glowing hot flail head plummeted into the crowd like a meteor strike. Furnace shouted in dismay as he saw the brute step on his sword, kicking it into the dust and burning his foot in the process. "Mine!" With a primal yell he threw himself forward while the flames launched into his point of focus. Stepping on sharp and rapidly heating metal gave the brute pause for a moment, he lifted his foot but the softened metal had embedded itself and curved into the foot. Funace dove under the foot equal his size and grabbed hold of the hilt. With all his might he pulled the blade free, leaving conciderable traces of steel in the giants bare foot. The Ettin was thrown off balance and missed a swing with his club. Howling in pain the massive four eyed monster hopped on one leg. The earth shook each time his broad foot slammed down. Furnace slashed wildly with the white hot metal, blood splatters in his eyes clouded his vision, so if it had any effect he didn't know it.. A piece of leather came flying by and whipped him on the left arm, reactively he grabbed the belt and was pulled up by the momentum of the flailing and spinning giant. In a split second he saw himself fly past the man's chest, two heads stared at him with faces of rage, pain and frustration. The Ettin swung at him with the flail, Furnace grabbed and barely held on the pole, had the flail-head still been there he would have been hit right across the.. well everywhere as the flail-head was about his size. Furnace dangled on the broken flailpole like a mariomet on tangled rope. He had no chance to think about how he got here, or what he was doing. All he knew was that this person needed to stop moving right now, if he was to make it out of this intact. The Ettin trashed and shook the stick in an attempt to flick the annoyance away, unable to stand and in considerable pain. Furnace held on barely by wooden pole he felt turning to coal. All around him he saw the bodies of creatures lying perfectly still, the one thing they all had in common was that they were damaged. Perhaps enough pain will make you sleep? A long shot, but worth the try. He clumsily held on to the sword with one hand, unable to swing it while being slung around. The ground suddenly came a lot closer as the Ettin had worked out the brilliant plan of smaking him into the ground. A dull crack and a thurough jolt of pain informed Furnace that he was broken. Not burnt or cut, but broken. Like wood. Furnace didn't know that was possible. It was certainly an intresting development. Rushing wind and a confused sense of direction suggested he went up again. He opened his eyes to see a glimpse of the backs of two heads, and beyond that, red ground. Furnace felt himself become weightless, he felt tired. He let go of the staff and saw the Ettin become a little smaller before moving past him as he fell to the ground and rolled away. He wiped the blood and ash from his eyes to see he had lost control of his furnace, the ball dissipated while small flames slowly spread across the battlefield unchecked. He felt like he'd channeled negative energy into himself by accident again. It made him nausious and sad somehow. But he did have his sword, as damaged as it was gripped tightly in his hand. Between the legs of the Ettin he could see Carver aproach, weapon drawn. He wondered why Carver was zigzagging like that. And how the Ettin stood at that angle. And why those stars showed up in the daytime this time. Why he was so sleepy. Slowly Furnace slipped into unconciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin "Get to the others, and get them and as many people as you are able out of the town and into the woods! Keep them safe! I'm going after the gnome! We'll meet you out there!" "Don't die, Sun worshipper. We are going to need you." Kelvin nodded affirmatively, and turned away, only to find himself facing another force of goblins. They weren't in a hurry, he was clearly outnumbered. He leveled a flat gaze with them, and slowly reached into his belt pouch and pulled out the dynamite, lighting it's fuse easily in a nearby blaze. Thanks, little guy. Kelvin held it up and looked at the fuse mildly as it slowly burned down, the enemies creeping closer. He waited until just three wraps about the thumb of fuse were left before throwing it in an arc over the group, aiming for the center before turning and diving diving to the ground, hold an armored corpse up in front of him in protection. A moment later, the blast seemed to shred through the air like a rabid animal through rotting leather, deafening and overwhelming even the sounds of the horde. Instantaneously, a wave of force pushing out bits of enemy, dead, armor, and dirt picked up Kelvin and his 'body'shield, throwing them back a good ten feet. He didn't hesitate or stop to survey the damage, instead stumbling upright and charging straight through the temporary cloud of dirt and smoke and out the other side, only pausing to shoot those directly in his path. Once outside of the main crowd, Kelvin continued his run through the outskirts of town, only pausing to pound on the doors that were still closed. This could mean the insides were untouched, and the people as well. "Out! We must abandon the city! Follow me if you want to live!" Kelvin barely paused as he reached the woods proper before turning, running just within the cover of the trees along the border of the town. That ditsy mage had fled this direction, though if she was smart she would have kept going once she was out. If not her, maybe he could find Separ. It didn't seem likely though, he must have been near the center of the chaos when it started.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula wasn't looking all that well. Despite not sustaining a single bit of damage from the horde of goblins, she was fading fast. Or something was. She wasn't hovering quite as far off the ground, and several time she actually touched her feet to the ground as if trying to rebalance herself. She didn't speak to Vis, although she occasionally glanced over her shoulder, reaffirming for herself that the half elf hadn't moved or died. And when Alula did speak it was in a strange language, no longer the common tongue. All of her words seemed disjointed and spacey, as she kept watch and made sure no straggling goblins spotted the spot where Vis was recovering. Her glowing was fading as well, no longer as bright and blinding. She could hear someone moving through the trees, and struggled to lift her staff and aim an attack. She never fired however, as she recognized Kelvin. The girl lowered her staff, muttering weakly. "A man who tangles with death and yet never stays."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Once Alula had stopped turning around, Vis disappeared into the forest, giving the Oracle a wide birth so she could not spot him. He felt a bit more steady on his feet but still a bit shaky. He walked and then he started to jog and by the time he reached the edge of the forest he was sprinting, it seemed that magical healing had a delay when it came to pain reduction. Once at the edge of the forest, Vis dropped to a crouch and winced, clutching his side an clamping his eyes shut, 'so much for magic pain reduction.' he thought to himself as he sank out of the tree line and into the outskirts of the town. As he snuck through the town, he heard yells and cheers as raiders celebrated the destruction of the town and the occasional scream of terror. Slowly approaching the area of the bakery, Vis felt his heart sink to his stomach, there was a rising cloud of smoke coming from where he remembered the bakery to be and once he came around to the street where it operated, his hopes were dashed. The building was blackened and charred, and the windows were smashed along with the doors. Vis crept in and went straight to the kitchen and tears stung his eyes as he saw the table flipped over and the hatch wide open, stumbling to the entrance, he hissed down into the basement. "Any one thare?!" He got no reply, so he stuck his head in and illuminated the room with his green eye, he recoiled instantly and hurled not the floor, heaving until his stomach was empty. Every one was dead and the coppery smell of blood was all that came from the room down below. But Vis had to have hope, he climbed down into the space and regretted it as he splashed into a puddle of crimson. He looked around and bathed everything in a green light, they were all dead, butchered and their limbs strewn everywhere. He was about to leave when he heard a meep, he turned to where he thought he heard it and saw the baker woman who had told him of the basement. She was beckoning weakly towards him, Vis quickly went to her side and dropped to his knees and gripped her hand. "I'm thorry," he whined, tears escaping his eyes, "please forgive me-" her weak smile cut him off and she gripped her hand and nodded towards a crate in the corner. "look after-" she rasped, Vis was about to ask what her what he was meant to look after but her eyes had already closed. He clamped his eyes shut and fought back more tears, before rising and approaching the box. Lifting open the lid he was surprised at what was in side</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was burning. The heat from the inferno was cooking him alive inside his armor, and in a strange place in his mind outside lucid thought, he felt a brief pang of pity for all the roast chickens he had eaten in his life time. A thunderous crack filled his eardrums, and a shockwave pushed into him from behind, bowling him off his feet. Perhaps Kelvin's work, or another display of power from the spellcaster? He hoped for the former as he struggled, unsteadily, to his feet. He was torn for a moment between continuing or returning to try and help the others. The gnome was in the most pressing danger - he carried on his course. He could scarcely see from the blood and smoke in his visor, and so he held it as an act of divine providence (or perhaps profound luck) when he almost literally tripped across a small form laying prone in a pile of rubble. Either this was the gnome or a strangely-proportioned child; either way, they very certainly needed to be removed from this situation. The ground shook nearby, and Carver just made out the silhouette of the Ettin a few meters away. A mighty blow landed, and Carver's armor was rained with chips of wood - apparently, the Ettin hadn't noticed the Paladin, and was preoccupying itself with destroying the village. Carver, with as much stealth as a burning man clad in full plate armor could muster, bent over the gnome. He was agonizingly aware of the fact that his armor was more than hot enough to burn skin at the moment, so he grabbed a nearby curtain that was only burned a little, stamped the fire out of it, and swathed the unconscious gnome in it like the world's largest baby. Then, once more that day, the knight ran. He ran until he could breathe without smoke filling lungs, until the cracking of burned wood faded into the distance. He coughed, still holding the gnome to his chest. His burns ached, hiw wounds bled, and his eyes told him that they wanted to close. He told them to shut up. There were trees here. Carver coughed again, and called out hoarsely: "Alula! Kelvin! Separ! Are you there?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had noticed as Vis tried to sneak away. The half elf wasn't exactly graceful, crashing through the forest on weak legs. Her magic really only worked its best when the injured person stayed still, like she had requested of Vis. She wasn't sure why Vis wanted to return to the destroyed town, and yet she didn't seem to care. At least, most of Alula didn't care. There was the gentle, frantic, voice in the back of her mind. Begging herself to pursue the man before he got himself hurt again. "We have healed him once. It is his own fault if he returns to the fighting. We can no longer afford to endanger the girl." And then an explosion shook the ground. The force of it, even from so far away, shook Alula. She lost focus for a moment, almost loosing her trance. It took considerable effort to keep herself hovering above the ground, and the light in her eyes continually flickered out. "We are loosing energy. We should not have healed the half-elf. We leave ourselves vulnerable. We should leave before anything dangerous continues." But before the girl could float herself away from the burning town, as well as the new companions she had acquired, something stopped her. A voice. And it said a name. Her name. Her real name. Her eyes flickered for a few moments, like a strobe light, before illuminating again. The paladin was in distress, and he was holding someone of equal distress. She hovered her way over to him, appearing between trees like a ghost. "The girl is unharmed and she is glad to see you are alive." Alula looked around, back towards the town. "The half-elf ran back in, if you are wise you will not follow him. You should sit down, and wait for the commotion in the town to die down."</s>	<\|message\|>Des The Ettin watched as the people had raced out of the town, but he was to be tending to his burned and scarred foot to chase after. The rest of the raiders cheered and began looting the rest of the town. As Vis opened the crate, he heard a wimper and saw a small girl sitting inside.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace had hoped hearing her reaction to the words would help divining their meaning. But now he had even more words devoid of meaning. Story? Night? Alula expressed her desire to not hurt anyone. Furnace had heard the same from Carver and a few others. A pattern? On one hand Furnace could relate to this idea, but on the other hand had he not hurt the two headed giant? He had chosen to protect the form of his own work over the form of him. And after that he had attempted to cause pain to him in an attempt to protect his own form. So his body and work were of higher priority to him than hurting others. Though otherwise he wouldn't want to hurt anyone either. Were her desires similar? He wondered. "I can hurt people too. But can choose not to when I don't have to. I wonder what weighs more than your wish to not hurt anyone? What makes you cause pain?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Okay. If Alula wasn't confused before she was now past the point of no return. When had the party gained such a young member? She would have defiantly remembered picking up such a young child at the tavern. She frowned as the girl walked by, trying to brush her hair over her eyes. She was really missing her hat at this point. A voice reassured her that she indeed wasn't forgetting anything, and that the child had been found by Vis during the destruction of the town. Oh. How strange. She wondered how long a child would be able to last in their care. And she only continued to feel more confused as the gnome continued to speak with her. It was as if everything the gnome said was over-complicated and strange. She frowned again, trying to move past him. "Choice...is a strange...concept..." She muttered, struggling to bend over and get her staff. "I am...not...always...in control..." She finally gripped the wood, standing up straight. She looked forwards, and the setting sun. "And stronger then my control...is their control." And now she had the support to move from her staff, Alula walked past Furnace, hoping to find a safe spot before the moon came up. But knowing her luck, she would run into more allies.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace cocked his head slightly as he processed her words. He followed her, slowly waving the tall grass out of his face. "Of course you can. Choosing to do or not do is how you express who you are. And what you do, create or destroy, that is you. So how could you not be you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula growled again, her anger growing despite her fatigue. She looked up anxiously at the setting sun. It would set any minute now, she needed to be rid of the gnome and the others. She needed to out distance between them. She glanced into the woods, which still seemed so far away. She wished that Carver would break through the tree line, he would be able to convince the gnome to cease his questions. She was getting stressed. And when the gnome spoke again she stopped walking, angrily planting her staff into the ground. She tried to control her apparent rage. "We are not all...blessed...with your...level of...expression." She growled, repeating his words. "We do not...get to...choose the life we...live." She started walking again, hoping to leave the gnome behind her. "And yet...I am myself..."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace was relentless, not recognizing anger or stress. "So then it's like channeling energy, just cause I can doesn't mean you can? I was able to share that with the friend collector though. Let me help you be you. And make the choices you want."</s> <\|message\|>Des As night falls lights can be seen in the town coming from enemy torches. Most of these lights leave and wander out of town while others search the perimeter. None are near the heroes, YET. The five that are searching are making sure to look into the woods and while Kelvin's contraption blocks out eyes from the town, it won't avoid the notice of these guys. Will the team decide to run deeper and face whatever lies in the woods or stay and fight the five and hope none brings backup.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was still carrying the witch back to camp when he saw them. Five torches fanning through the woods. Survivors? No. Any townspeople who were still alive would have the good sense not to carry bright lights when trying to evade the army that had just destroyed their town. No, these were almost certainly foes, searching for survivors of the attack. And they were headed right for the camp. For the umpteenth time that day, Carver broke into an agonizingly slow run, finally breaking into the clearing where the rest of the party was. "Friends, they come! Five foes bear down on us, and I fear there is no time for us to run." He set the witch down gently on a blanket, somewhat guilty of his petty rough treatment of her earlier. He drew his sword and began gesturing around the camp. "I will try to take the worst of it. My gnomish friend, I know not how much energy remains within you, but use what you can to direct the foes to me. My lady Alula, please take the child and climb back to that tree, that we might protect the two of you more easily. Kelvin, I want you to remain at the base of the tree and shoot anything that gets too close. Separ, stay with me in front - they'll hit me, and then you'll hit them back harder. And, half-elf..." He glanced around. "Has anyone seen the half-elf?" The paladin shrugged, and placed his helmet back on his head.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Already Khat had wandered into the woods in the direction a set of foot prints went, she guessed they were Vis' as they were large and he had stated earlier that he was heading to a stream, his lateness was indicative of finding one. As she walked, she pulled her white linen head scarf around her neck, as it was a chilly evening. In the distance, she saw a figure move casually in her direction and as it got closer, she saw that it was Vis, casting a green glow from his eye. She regarded him coolly. "Vis," she said calmly, crossing her arms as she stood in front of him, she took this time to really look at the man who had pulled her out of the crate. He was skinny for an adult and very secretive, as he always had that scarf around his face, not once lowering it. Khat copied him, pulling up her scarf to hide her face, "I'm thirsty." "Hi Thirthty, I'm Vis." he joked dryly, looking down at her and casting a green glow on her freckled face, he noted that she had taken her scarf off of her head, showing the world her long red hair, "There ith a pond clothe by, come on." Vis lead her to the watering hole but the closer he got, the more cautious he became. I spluttering yellow light shone in the distance, it was a torch light and the figure beneath the light was clearly a raider, in the black tunic and holding a sword. Vis snapped to a wide eye'd Khat, "Up tha three!" he hissed, as he helped her climb up to a branch. Once safely high above the forest and tucked into the leaves of the tree, Vis deposited his armor and gear at the foo of the tree, instead pulling out his dagger and dropping into a crouch. From up in her treetop vantage, Khat watched as Vis slunk towards the light. From this height she could see the raider clearly, he was kneeled by the pond and was drinking. As Vis approached, it appeared as if killing the man would be no problem but the man was fast. He had spotted Vis in the reflection of the dark water and had spun around. Vis that quick, he couldn't get the man with the dagger as he could easily block with the torch but the man had yet to reach for his sword. So as he sprinted down to the enemy, he stooped and scooped a fist full of dirt and threw it at the man's face, momentarily blinded Vis took his chances. He hurled himself at the man and they both toppled into the pond, Vis on top of the raider. Quickly, Vis grabbed the man's head and pushed it under water, struggling to hold down the thrashing brute. From atop the tree, Khat could see that the thrashing was getting weaker and the bubbles to the surface less frequent, until the body was still. She could never imagine doing that and grinned as the body floated to the surface. The pair returned to campo and in unison hissed, "The raiders are in the forest!"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula was close to lashing out on the gnome. She wouldn't hurt him, or at least not intentionally. Just enough to spook him away from her, so she could sneak off into the trees. She growled, gripping her staff tighter. Her voice was showing that same amount of corruption as before, but far weaker. Her voice lacked confidence but made up for that in anger. "We do not need you to tell us who we are. I know who I am." Alula's luck continued to run out as Carver broke through the treeline, carrying the hooded woman with the punching man behind him. She was hoping he would be able to sense her distress, and pick the gnome off her her, but instead he brought more bad news. More attackers. She didn't have time for this. She couldn't stay. If she did they would have more then just five attackers to deal with. She shook her head when Carver tried to get her up into the tree, his direction would have been disastrous. "No. No no no no." She said, panic and corruption taking over her calm disposition. "I cannot stay and I do not need protection, you do." She shook her head again, looking anxiously up at the sky. The sun was gone and soon the moon would take its place. Without looking at the gathered party Alula moved past them, trying to speed up her limping walk. "I must go." She repeated. She did not fear the enemies in the woods. They should be fearing her. She could see the first rays of moonlight. Her hair was glowing.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver whirled at the sound of the pair's voice. "Friends! Come, quickly. We must make a stand here. Look after the child, half elf. I will draw our foe's attention." Alula stumbled back, staring at the sky. Carver looked at her as she began to stumble away, towards the woods - towards the enemies. As he watched, her hair began to glow again - silver, like the moon. Was she about to enter the same state she'd been in during the battle? That would be catastrophic - there would be no hiding their position from the main body of the foes if she were to begin firing off moonbeams again. She needed to be calmed down before she transformed. The paladin hurried to the girl and spun her around to face him. "My lady," he said, calmy, in spite of the light spreading over her, "If you go into those woods, you will die. You say that we are the ones in need of protection, and this may be so. But I carry my protection with me, and I do not fear. Stay close behind me, and I will protect you. I swear."</s> <\|message\|>Alula She was turned around to face Carver, her glowing hair drifting around her without weight. Her eyes were glowing slightly and her expression was one of restraint. Her entire body trembled, as if something was trying to escape from within her. It was taking all of Alula's strength and resolve to keep herself composed. She seemed to relax for a moment as Carver spoke to her, her glow dying down slightly, but moments later it came back even stronger. Alula trembled again. Even her voice sounded strained. "I do not doubt for a moment that you would be able to protect me." She paused a moment, eyes squeezed shut. "But this is...beyond me..." A shaky exhale, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. "The creatures in the woods cannot kill me, they are too late for that." Alula opened her eyes, brightly glowing and yet still displaying desperation. "You have to trust me. Please." She begged. "I will...return...eventually..." Her voice lacked confidence. "It is only the night. It's who we are. It's part of me." Another violent shake, a curse in a foreign language. "I am dangerous. I don't want to hurt anyone else."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ walked towards Carver and placed a hand on his armored shoulder. "Carver, if she insists on going then we should not stop her. Let us instead focus on fighting by her side. The enemies are dangerous after all, me and the girl back there almost died and this fight may end with the same outcome or worse. Let's just do what we can alright?" Separ turned towards Alula looking at her directly. "I'll back you up any way I can if you have some sort of plan?" Rushing the enemy felt reckless to Separ, but he knew there wasn't much of a choice. Those scouts would find them eventually if they didn't now, defeating them now would be the best option. Though it would probably also be a good idea to relocate camp afterwards, seeing as sooner or later the other raiders will notice the disappearance of this squad. Separ took a deep breath trying to collect himself as he still felt rather tired from everything that had happened. Taking off his backpack he laid it behind a tree a few meters away from the group. Alright, now I can move a little bit better, but still this is going to be tough. Separ turned towards Carver and walking towards him whispered. "So, are you ready to do this then? I'll be right behind you the whole time."</s>	<\|message\|>Des The five scouts started to move in closer to where the crew was positioned. One noticed movement and the scouts started racing to where the movement was spotted. Time until they reach the camp: Five minutes of game time</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Alula Relief washed over Alula, although she did not relax yet. The possibility of her hurting Carver was still too high for her to relax. And yet her expression visibly softened to a smile, she felt much calmer now knowing that Carver wasn't going to follow her. Her words had finally gotten through to someone. She took a trembling step away from Carver, looking into the woods. "If I am lucky I can sneak around the attackers." She looked up at Carver, and then to the moon, shivering again. "I will try and keep my lights down, if only to protect you, but I am not sure if I will be able to control it." Alula gave a final glance over her shoulder to Carver, opening her mouth as if to say more but then deciding against it. She could explain to him later. She angled her entrance in the woods as a way to flank the enemies. All of her movements became clear and deliberate, her limp dissolving into gentle glides. She moved gracefully through the trees, as if she was passing right through them. Alula looked a bit different from her normal, not glowing, self. But she also looked vastly different from earlier during the fight. Earlier she had cracks of light breaking through her skin, as if her inner forces were fighting against their outer shell. But now she looked more at peace and content, a gentle glow encompassing her whole body. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as she drifted through the trees. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of Carvers sword against his shield. The sound reminded her of something, a faded memory from her past. She could feel the dread of the memory in her heart, but her mind was blank. She swallowed nervously, moving as quickly as possible. She wasn't going to hurt him. She was going to hurt any of them.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace It was suddenly crowded in the fields. People were yelling at each other, there were even more people coming with lights. Alula had gotten away and his chance to see what it was that pressured her was gone. Weapons were drawn, the approaching people had fire and weapons also. Had they come to harvest more? We didn't want that. Right? Carver started to beat his sword on his shield repeatedly. Furnace didn't know why the rhythm reminded him of the rhythm of hammer and forge. It was comforting, and though he was conflicted over the idea of forging here in the field he was drawn closer. He stood near to Carver and Separ, close enough that they could see him in the tall grass even when Furnace crouched. "This is no place to have a forge, there is too much fuel here, I won't be able to contain the fire." He pulled out his sword. It was slightly bent and dented. The melting had made the blade a little dull and a little shorter. But it could still hurt. "The glowing girl doesn't want to hurt anyone. I want to help her do that. If that means I have to hurt these people in her stead, I think I want to hurt these people. What do you think?" Furnace stared at Separ and Carver on either side of him. "Do you want to hurt these people?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin awoke to the ringing of metal on metal, his eyes snapping open. He was disoriented for just a moment. The forge? It had been years since he last had worked metal. Falen had always been an early riser though. He rolled onto his side and found his face two feet from the hooded girl's. "No… what happe-" His face contorted in horror and he rolled the other way, standing upright before realizing where he was. Color slowly returned to his face. This wasn't the inn. He took a deep breath before looking around, spotting the lights moving through the forest towards their small opening in the trees, and more importantly, Carver and Separ squaring up to meet them. At his feet was that woman. However those two had gotten here, it was fortune. First things first. Kelvin quickly repacked his bag, glancing about to make sure there were no misplaced items before slinging it over his shoulders. It took only a moment to fill up the crossbows chamber, loading two more slugs from his belt pouch to bring it back to full clip. Alright. The seer was… He glanced about, not seeing a trace of her, unless the glowing in those trees a bit farther off was her. "Elf, grab the kid, we need to move." Kelvin looked down and knelt, allowing his crossbow to hang off the sling he had made earlier and picked up the black haired beauty, allowing the blanket to fold over her a bit. "Lady, you are heavier than you look. Can't tell if it's you or the dress though." Kelvin grunted to himself and hoisted her a bit higher, adjusting his arms under her legs and shoulder. Truthfully, she wasn't horribly heavy, but he could only go so far like this. "Fair warn'n though. If I need to shoot, I'll be droppin' yeh." Not that she could hear him, but whatever. Kelvin headed diagonally away from where Carver and Separ were making their stand, intending to walk parallel to the Seer and away from both the town and the fight. As long as he and the other guy stuck together, they should be alright. At least, as long as the elf knew how to use that sword. Hopefully Carver was smart enough to realize that he would need a head start if the force in town realized what was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Des As the team moved out the raiders closed in, they could hear the banging of steel but one heard rustling in the leaves. "There's one over here, trying to get away while the one distracts us." They charged into the woods and intercepted Alula and drew their weapons. Two with crossbows, one with dual long-swords, one with a flail, and the last one being a pyromancer.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Gentle, gliding, movements. Barely disturbing the forest around her. Alula had gotten pretty deep into the woods, far enough to no longer see the camp and yet she could still hear the rhythmic thumping of Carver. Or perhaps it was just a memory following her, phantom sounds filling her with dread. She shook her head clear. Alula had nothing to fear from mere humans, and she took a deep breath. No moonbeams. She could handle that. Alula raised her arms above her head, staff pointed directly at the five approaching attackers. Instead of a beam of light striking the attackers, the entire scenery began to change around her and the attackers. It was as if the entire world became a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering and wavering into life. To Alula and the raiders they were no longer in the woods surrounded by trees, but instead they were in a clearing, with a path that leads towards the camp, although the path eventually turned back into trees where it was outside Alula's range of power. All around the foes were other, albeit faded humans. They were all laughing and drinking strange liquor. A few of the hazy men came over and clapped one of the real men on the back, congratulating him on a good raid. "Hey..." One of the vision men said, speaking in a voice that sounded slurred from alcohol. "I hear there is a group of smoking babes just over that way" the dream paused to hiccup, nursing at his drink. "wanting to...heh...reward us brave heroes." The hazy man beckoned towards the fake path, towards where the party was preparing themselves for a fight. The real men would likely now feel extremely strange and disoriented, like getting drunk and then trying to spin around for a few minutes. Even if they didn't believe in the visions they would still be confused and slow. Luckily for Alula, these men were unable to resist the temptation of a willing woman after taking the day to rummage through the ruined town. They began to stumble, as if blind, through the trees. They were headed right for the blades of her allies. This haze would not last long, once they arrived in the field reality would set in. There were no women waiting for them, only a handful of tired adventurers. But by then Alula would be long gone.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Khat was about to retort about being carried until Vis swept her off of her feet, literally running towards her and plucking her off of the ground. "I don't need to be carried!" she barked, and all Vis did was point behind him at the raiders squaring off with the other three, Khat got the point and with great reluctance, fell quiet as Vis started to run, chasing after the man who coincidentally was holding another girl. As they ran, Khat watched Vis his pants were ragged as he ran behind the man but nothing portrayed why it would be so. She reached out to his scarf and was about to tug it down, when his eyes flicked to hers for a moment, glaring, as if to say 'don't you dare'. She did not argue, instead she pulled up her scarf around her face to see how it felt, oddly comfortable.</s> <\|message\|>Carver The bandit wanted to duel? Then there was no question. If one of the enemies could be eliminated without any risk to to the others, Carver would have to risk the possiblity of deception. "Let me handle this one, friend," he said to Separ and thumped his sword into his shield again. "A noble offer, one generously accepted. Test your steel against mine, and we will see which among us is worthy of victory." Carver, of course, had little doubt that it would be him.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Good, glad to see you want to die by my blades instead of by the fires of war. It is noble indeed that you would risk your life for your friends, but win or lose, my friends will still strike once this fight is over." The swordsman rushed forward and quickly pounced over the paladin and spun around, using the momentum of the spin the cut through Carver's armor, but luckily not his flesh. The swordsman ripped his sword out and backed up before the paladin could turn around and strike back. "Your move, Paladin."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki unconsciously curled up tighter as she slowly woke up, her mind a tad bit hazy as she tried to get her bearings. Still half asleep, she smiled. "Held gently yet securely." Whispering these words to herself, she looked up and saw Kelvin. This helped her wake up, and although it was hard, she fought down the automatic reflex of wanting to fling herself into stable ground. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Teasing the man with the same seductive tone, she then glanced around. "What's happening?" Asking this question, though her cute expression that she had while teasing the man stated, her eyes seem to harden, as she started to worry.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver spun to keep his eyes on the enemy, gritting his teeth as the blade crashed into his back. The blow was of no consequence - he was either dead, and he had failed, or he wasn't, and he would continue fighting. He couldn't match this man for agility, that much was certain. Better to just wear him down, then. Carver stepped forward, his shield raised over his shoulder, and lunged, attempting to slam the shield ( with his body right behind it) into his opponent.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The swordsman once again leaped over Carver. When he got behind Carver he kicked off from the paladin's back to get more distance. Due to Carver's momentum and the force of the kick, the paladin lost balance and fell to his knees. "Is that all you got? Stop hiding behind the shield and fight me blade to blade."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Time for you to wake up." Furnace woke to the strange melodic sound of chirping. Kelvin was still asleep next to him so he carefully crawled out of the tent. He had dreamt that night. Not just words but lights and visions. "Something big. Something proud." These words echoed in his mind when he stared into the smouldering remains of the camp fire. Furnace rubbed his forehead while scanning the tent, Alula was nowhere to be seen. He wondered why he wondered these things, and why he felt the need to touch his head. Looking around Furnace also noticed Carver sitting in the grass looking at the bright orb of energy rested on hills in the far distance. So peaceful the man sat there in silence. Furnace sat down beside him and stared at the sunrise with him. He'd seen the thing before, high in the sky and falling slowly. Then it would rise again later. Furnace began to assume this always happened. Furnace liked the idea. To have a ready supply of light and warmth from time to time. And the waves of energy laced in the rays of light, woven so brilliantly made the source a sight to behold. He thought back to the energy he'd see wave of Carver some time ago before they had slept. Looking at the patterns he confirmed his earlier guess that their nature was the same. Furnace broke the silence. "It's beautiful isn't it?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou "?!?!" It took almost all of her self control, not to fling herself up in shock, as Suki woke up. The dream she had during the night was disturbingly vivid. Well, the emotions she felt were vivid, the actual content of the dream somewhat hazy. Glancing around, she noticed that she was lying down in a tent, with the sun's rays piercing through the thin fabric of the tent. Yawning lightly, she gracefully slipped out, before stretching. Looking around, it appears they had moved from the ruins of the town, into a hopefully safer clearing. While carefully on guard against anyone, she noticed the gnome nearby. Although it was an amusing idea, she forgone the option of teasing it. She didn't feel up for tempting anyone just yet.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis had not slept well and night had turned to day in a disorientating blur of exhaustion and periodic wakings ups in during the night. Though he was sure that he must have gotten at least some sleep because he remembered waking up a lot, and having stage dreams. He looked like crap. His eyes were bloodshot and his good one turing violet from the redness and it's natural blue and he was slumped over, his eyes only barely open and seemingly unregistering. Vis felt his eyes start to creep shut but he willed them to stay open, 'only a few more minutes and i wake up the paladin' he thought to himself, forgetting he had already woken him up, Vis looking up and grimaced, it was day and he had slept horribly. He sighed and felt Khat stir in her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Vis, she was still asleep on his laps, it appears he hadn't moved all night. Khat wasn't one for good mornings, "Why do you look like shit?" she asked, Vis simply sorted, not even taken aback by the child's foul language. His hands went around his head shakily and tightened his scarf, she mimicked him, "I had a weird dream." Vis didn't registering what she said, "hello?" she asked, waving a hand in his face, he snorted in acknowledgment, "not a morning person..." she mumbled.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver awoke from his dream with a start. He rubbed his face, blinked his eyes, confirmed in his mind that he was indeed awake, that yes, this was real and what he'd just seen had been fantasy. There was a picture emblazoned on his arm, a strange symbol he couldn't recognize from any of his learning. That was from the dream, but if that was still there, then...? There was something else, too, a sensation that had stuck with him. Weightlessness. Alula. Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe. There was a sight he wasn't quite prepared for. There was a child curled up next to him, fast asleep, a small, frail thing who obviously hadn't slept in a bed in a long while. He wondered for a moment where the child had come from, and then concluded that it didn't matter. Perhaps he was another survivor, perhaps he was an urchin. What mattered now was that he was clearly alone, and tired, and had come to Carver seeking protection. The paladin lifted his blanket and spread it over the child, taking great care not to wake him. When the time came for his watch, Carver stepped outside the tent dressed in the plain linen clothes he'd been wearing under his armor yesterday. He took up position where he could see the sunrise peeking over the horizon, planted his sword at his feet, and spent a time contemplating her wisdom and beauty in silence. The silence was broken a great while later, when the rest of the party began to awaken. He was content to leave them to their morning rituals until the gnome came to sit next to him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The knight smiled softly. "She is. She loves each of us, you know. That is why she blesses us with her radiance. We are all children of the sun."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at Carver like he couldn't understand a word he said. She. Love. Bless. Children. Sun... "Who is the sun?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had slept fantastically. It was the gentle sounds of the world around her, as well as the irritating sunlight piercing through her shut eyes, that finally awoke her. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms up above her with a soft grunt. And as she stretched her arms up to the sky the grass she had slept in moved too. She looked around, blinking the sleep out of her hazy eyes. The events of the previous day were rather unclear to Alula. She remembered joining the group of adventurers, of whom which seemed to have set up camp here. The events of the battle between them and the horde of creatures was nothing more then a hazy feeling, like watching the events unfold from behind dirty glass. The voices filled in the blanks for her, explaining that they eventually had to flee the area. They then tried to bring up the No good dangerous and rotten Paladin but she silently begged them to stick to the facts. And then there was the coming of the moon. And she had barely gotten away from the group before she changed. Alula found herself exhaling with relief. There had been a group of raiders, whom she was able to cunningly outwit. And from then on she had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the moon and recharging. She confirmed with the voices that this was all they had done in the night, which they confirmed. Good. No one had been hurt. She looked over to her side, noticing her staff laying out in the grass an arms length away. Well at least they made one thing easy for her, but she was still upset about her hat being lost. Everyone else was beginning to wake up around her as well. Hopefully everyone else slept well too. She yawned again, stretching out her spine and pulling her staff closer to herself. She could hear her companions having conversations, but they felt so far away despite being so close. And the sunrise was burning her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem "A celestial body." Arastoph piped up, intervening on the conversation; and hopefully end the religious conversion before it began. Worshiping the light was cute and all, but what kind of man would he be if he let the knight take advantage of a little boy like that? Er-- gnome. How old was the wee guy anyway? Regardless, Arastoph had one thing that the others didn't: a formal education befitting of a noble (perhaps, with time and money, Arastoph could make himself a noble in due time - imagine that!). "Telescopes, the creation of which prompting due thanks to the world's scientists, can allow you to look at the stars and see they are like that of the sun. Granted, we do not know what they are made of yet, but I doubt their making is magical or divine." The trader tipped up the wide-brimmed hat he had scavenged last night, revealing his face from the shade it offered. Light bags formed under his eyes. Nothing severe, but he had spent the whole night doing little more than closing his eyes. A man like him can not sleep among strangers, especially as suspicious of him as they were. Granted, he fared it better than most would, but it didn't make the experience any more pleasurable. He found that there were a couple of people that had joined their crew amidst the night. A young boy, and a girl. Assuming that the watchman had not grown lazy and fallen asleep, he had let them in, indicating he recognized them. Their party was larger than Arastoph had first anticipated. With larger groups come greater solidarity and variety of perspectives. A larger group was much more difficult to manipulate, but assuming he can get just a few to trust him, he should be well off. Even if the monkey and pious knight didn't. "I believe we are better off accepting that there are beneficial consequences of its product, like of the trees, than to humanize it... but that's just my take on it. Decide what you will, wee one."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki's attention was perked up by the man who seemed to be wearing a rather familiar hat. Which made little sense, as she did not recognize the man himself. However, a new male, was a new person to tease. Getting into the mood to play around, she walked over, until she was next to the man talking about celestial bodies. "My, you're quite the knowledgable one aren't you?" Asking in that usual sultry tone of hers. As she was voicing her question, she 'absentmindedly' leaned in, with her cloak opening slightly, allowing a slight view of her bountiful chest.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Celestial body. The voice had used the word celestial before. To describe frightening creatures from other worlds. Furnace attempted to follow the man's words, but as many of them were alien he drew some hasty conclusions. "Good thing there's these telescopes. This place would be dark and cold without those light sources in the sky." The sleepy girl had awoken and confirmed the man was knowledgeable. So furnace asked his questions. He pointed at the big orange orb lazily escaping the mountain-peak's grip and slowly ascending. "The impressive one is the sun? Cause I can see what that's made off."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver turned at the survivor's voice and spread his hands wide. "Love the skeptic, for the light needs not thanks to fall upon one's face. You are permitted to your theory, and I to mine." He patted the gnome on the head. "That she is, my friend. She is made of power, bent to noble purpose. And how magnificently she shines!" He glanced around the camp. It seemed almost everybody was waking now - even the witch was attempting to assert her feminine wiles upon the survivor. The sight interested Carver little, however - he was much more relieved to see Alula, sitting up and rubbing her eyes from the light. He smiled warmly and nodded to her slightly - the two could speak privately later about the symbol, and Carver's obviously mystical dream. The others need not be troubled about it, not yet. "My friends," he said to the general company, "We have much to discuss. First, know that I received a visitor last night - I woke up to find a child sleeping beside me. I know not where he came from, as I did not wish to disturb him; he slumbers still. Secondly, we must chart a course towards the next town or city, warn someone about the evils we have witnessed. I know little of this land, so I will leave this portion of the plan to you. All voices are welcome, and none need fear to share their opinion."</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph lended the women a courtesy glance and nod, but remained uninterested in the woman's advance. Indeed, his sexuality was that of an odd one, even in his youth, lacking most if not all sexual attraction to the people around him. Howe'er, with his view on mankind as a whole, finding an attraction in others outside of sexual appeal was a futile effort - and neither was he keen on advances upon the beast races. Still, shooing away the woman was hardly worth the effort, and for what gain? He'll let her advance as she pleased, assuming it fell within the realm of his own consent. Contact? Not even close. "I've obtained a formal education," he answered Suki, "the subject is hardly complex." The paladin, while not relinquishing his evangelical death grip upon the gnome, was at least willing to let others express their opinions freely. In that, there was some respect to be held, albeit expected from the better of paladins. He still felt the majority of the order was remarkably unintelligent, taking all things into consideration - or unwise, at least. When Carver broke the news of his visitor that night, Arastoph barely held back a laugh as a snide comment or two came to mind. "Oh, Carver!" Arastoph bemoaned. "I did not think you to be the type to sleep with children. I suddenly feel less guilty about requesting monetary compensation."</s>	<\|message\|>Des Des walked out of the tent sleepily and overheard a conversation about him. "Well, technically, he didn't sleep with me, I slept with him. He had no idea." Des walked over to the merchant feeling that something wasn't quite right about this one, "Your presence is dark and cold, evil even. Yet there is a fire that begs to be set free. You're the exact opposite of the gnome." He then noticed the hat wrapped around Arastoph's neck. "Hey, your hat matches the pattern of the loud, bickering lady. Are you two together?" Des then looked around for the oracle and spotted her on the ground. "There she is, that one."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Bah. A mile was far away enough. Arastoph gazed at the engineer as though he were a bored man, slightly annoyed at the engineers insistence of his own term. Beginning his terms at catching Arastoph's offer concerning personal trades, and then a measly one hundred piece monthly payment, and just a twenty-five percent share of profit made through his transactions. While yes, the job was to make this man's party some money, the point of the arrangement is to allow Arastoph to profiteer off some of trades. However, he could use the engineer's offer to his own advantage. "Ah, caught that, did you?" Arastoph asked simply and slightly annoyed. "Fair enough. Excluding this section of our contract, no personal trades between me and a separate individual of your party are under this contract's jurisdiction." The corner of Arastoph's mouth curled up into a smirk. "And I recommend that if you want the best results, two hundred piece monthly payments is the best deal I could offer you... I could make your party that much - and perhaps more - in a week. I will accept your offer of twenty-five percent of the profits made upon your behalf, but if the amount divided between your party is not equal to a base amount of coins, I will claim the total remainder of those percentages. It would keep things fair among the members of your party and prevent money from being wasted." Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if that was something the engineer would understand. "A person cannot claim ten point seventy-five pieces. You can not just claim seventy-five percent of a gold piece. If the seven of you were to receive that much, I'd take the percentages that do not add up to a base number and add them up together, where I would receive the total of the number equal to the highest solid number. In this example, I would receive five pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver blinked his glazed eyes. All this talk of business and deals had put him into a fugue. By the sun, this survivor could talk a whole day away. He saw Separ standing next to him and coughed. "Ah. Yes. I slept... uncommon well, in fact, considering the previous day's events." With that, the Knight stepped into the middle of the group. "If I might refocus the discussion, there is an enemy horde loose in this area, and they have shown that they are willing to commit acts of terrible barbarism. It might be best to find a heading and proceed from there, discussing what we must while on the road."</s> <\|message\|>Des A ton of words flashed by in an instant. Much of which Des didn't know. Des looked up at Carver and decided to run some of these by him. "Hey metal man. What's the Sun, or stars, or money, or dynamite? Oh, and what's an enemy?" Des whispered, not wanting to talk unless he was describing one's presence.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace followed Astaropth's explanation intensely. Like a wizard's pupil listening to his mentor. He followed the calculations in his head, then did them over when they didn't match up. "Oh I get it! We find a bag with 7 coins. There's...10 of us so he gets all of it. If the bag contains 53 we all get 5 coins and he 3. The smaller the number the larger the chance he get's most of it. Very smart. This gold magic is really strange but interesting."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula didn't pay much attention to Kelvin and the merchant as they talked about potential prices and deals. The concept of material wealth, as well as money itself, was strange to her. She was, in a way, relieved to no longer carry her coin purse on her. It felt like an extra weight, and not just in the physical sense. It felt like too much pressure to have gold, that would mean she would have to spend it wisely. And nothing seemed wiser then spending all of her gold on her hat. His hat. Her prized possession although she could not remember when she became its owner. Their conversation eventually just became background noise. She tried to melt back into the background herself. She didn't like having the spotlight on herself, and trying to make the transaction with the merchant seemed to do just that. But that was over, and her hat was again where it should be. She tugged the rim of the hat down, covering her eyes. She kept herself a few paces away from the rest of the group, wanting to listen and not contribute much more. She listened as Furnace, again, over complicated things and as Separ and Carver had a brief exchange before Carver tried to direct the group back to their current plans. His cries seemed to fall on death ears. Kelvin, the merchant and Furnace were all having their own conversation about wealth and trade agreements. Suki was stranding off on her own, Vis and his child were off as well. Separ would likely have some opinions to state so there was still that. The dangerous child then tried to derail the conversation even more by asking Carver questions. Alula held back a snarl. She was no good at geography, she was foreign to this part of the land, and thus wouldn't be able to add much to the conversation. But getting on their way seemed like a good idea. Walking and talking would be fine, although Alula was bad at both of these things. She nodded to Carver, a gesture that was slightly lost under her hat, willing to do whatever he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph looked down at the gnome with intrigue. Well, the little guy was getting a few factors wrong (such as the children; Arastoph did not count them as legible for shares of loot, and ideally, would be put in an orphanage in another town while these people continued their travels), and that part of deal had little to do with finding loot, but the leftover gold that became a remainder after a trade, but the merchant was surprised that he was starting to catch on to what was happening. Arastoph admits that he underestimated the wee one's intelligence, even if its actual value was just a little above what he expected. "Not quite," he said, but his voice seemed to gleam with approval, "for instance, I wasn't counting children when distributing shares. Ideally, they'd be dropped at an orphanage at the next town... but you certainly are making strides just by watching." Of course, this pleasant demeanor wasn't much more than a facade. While it was interesting that the little gnome learned quickly, he didn't have any interest in putting the thing under his tutelage.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" At the word Orphanage, Khat forgot that she was trying to interact with the less gullible clocked lady and instead, rounded on the trader, her red hair fanning out in fiery sheets. She glared at hm for a moment and her eye twitched a bit. She marched up to him and poked him harshly in his stomach, accusingly and through grit teeth she spoke. "What makes you think I'm going to an Orphanage, huh buster?" She spat, literally, on his boot. She looked him up and down and her anger only seemed to get hotter, as her pale skin became flushed red in her rage, "Who are you to tell me what I do? You are not my dad, I don't know you and I don't trust you and if you think that you can just get rid of me so you can have more money, You've got another thing coming." She pulled her scarf around her face and marched off, seething in anger. Vis heard everything and a ghost of a smile crept across his face, 'Brave one...' He thought, as she plonked herself down in the dirt by his side and crossed her arms, still glaring at the man from a distance. "An orphanage can't replace her.." She mumbled and Vis' smile turned into a slight frown.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s>	<\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s> <\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible. "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns." He asked, thinking aloud.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to? The boot was worth more than she was! "Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again." Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself. "...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken." 'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.' In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town. 'What a shame; we were almost finished.' Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins. "Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?" "I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed. "From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound. Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags. Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry. Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work. It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval. "We will take these things to 'that way', right?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had noticed Separ staring at her, but really took no mind. The man was strange, and so was she. Most of the time people payed her no mind, but when they noticed her she was truly the center of their attentions. She didn't like it. Once the man turned away, after staring at her for minutes, she tugged her hat down over her eyes. She didn't keep quiet for long, however, as she noticed something while Furnace was packing up camp. There was something on his forehead, something drawing her in. Once the gnome was finished with his task, looking quite proud, Alula limped over to him. With a bit of ungraceful struggle, leaning on her staff for support, she knelled down in front of him. With a strangely sudden movement, one someone might miss if they had blinked, Alula's hand whipped up and moved the gnomes hair off of his forehead. She studied the marking with a strange intensity, her expression looking distressed. "Furnace..." She started, looking into his eyes. "Where...when...did you get...this..."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace flinched when Alula suddenly touched his head. Surprisingly close and with eyes filled with concern. Furnace stared back at her in confusion, then at his empty hands before looking back at her. "What did I get?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki frowned as she looked at her scythe. She had a knack for noticing things unusual, and this was quite odd. It hadn't been touched, left where she dropped it. That, and her skeletons alongside it, in pieces. However, standing here was not going to solve her problems. Taking a breath, she reached down, before grabbing the scythe.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula frowned, feeling rather troubled. How could he not know what was on his own body? Perhaps it was a recent addition, and he just hadn't looked at her reflection lately. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she had seen it on him when they had first met. She couldn't remember. The voices were keeping rather quiet, unnerving Alula even more. After a few moments of silence Alula realized she still hadn't given the gnome an answer. She spoke, trying to keep the concern out of her voice. "It is...a word...written on your forehead...in a rather...exotic language..." She paused, trying to plan her next words. "I have...met few others...who can read and write...in such a way...other then myself..."</s>	<\|message\|>Des As Suki picked up her scythe, the sound of a tripwire being activated could be heard. Before anything could be done, a rope ripped Suki into the air causing her to flip upside down and drop her scythe. Three raiders stepped out from their hiding place, "Look at this one boys, a real cutie. And she's got a nice pair of legs and little something else to show too." (I'm assuming she's wearing a skirt) The raider who was checking her out walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. "Hey sweetie, my name's Daven. And you are?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des In the small town of Ravenwood, all is peaceful, the villagers farm and raise livestock happily with no burden in there lives. There is a small tavern for travelers in need of supplies and wares, an inn for those wishing to rest there bones, and a blacksmith's forge for those that need weaponry, armor, or repairs. For whatever reason, 8 adventurers have shown up within the past week. They have no clue what kind of hell this small piece of heaven is about to be put through.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Ravenwood was a nice enough village, although Alula never liked staying in one place for very long. It fascinated the oracle how so many walks of life could coexist so perfectly together. It filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, but her weakened memory could pin no time in her life to what she was doing right now. Which was talking through an almost market district of the small village. It looked mostly like small stands and people trying to appeal their wares to her. But their voices seemed to fade away, alula's hazy eyes sweeping lazily along the stalls as the voice in her head spoke. "Her goods are overpriced, but the man next to her is more pricy. You would be better off waiting until later in the evening. Desperate salesmen make quick barter." The people running the stalls flashed grins as the girl, not noticing the far away look in her eyes. She did not speak, or respond to their chatter about how their prices were the best in town. Instead she grunted softly, and walked off. She had plenty to spend, she really didn't have to worry about high prices. She blamed this mostly on her dislike of material wealth, she always was loosing odd trinkets. As she walked away from the stall she could hear people talking, talking about her. She frowned, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. She didn't want to be looked at. She had been in this town for almost a week, and she was just trying to pass through. Eventually, and with all hope, people would soon forget about her. People tended to.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace slowly strolled around the market place. In awe of all the delicious looking foods, the shiny trinkets and all the beautiful people. He studied the people as they went on their business, not noting the vale little gnome. Furnace paid close attention of the way people would walk around delivering small sheets of gold around the people standing in front of tables with all sorts of things. They then would be given these things and they would cary it of elsewhere. He thought how he had found a large bag of gold sheets a while ago. He'd brought them in case he needed to make some armor to go with his shield. But as gold was rather soft it didn't really do much for protection. For a while he pondered if he could pretend to be one of these workers, and using the sheets he could get a hold of some food or something. He had some trouble finding that, and it hasn't just appeared since the dark days. Completely absorbed in his thoughts Furnace had long since ceased to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly something bright and colorful caught his eye. Imediately he walked up to it, it was a piece of cloth in fantastic blue. Without paying any attention to what or whomever it was attached to he held it up in the light to witness the celestial patterns with childlike eyes of wonder.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had seemed to calm down considerably, but was still horribly overwhelmed. Not once voice kept still for very long, and she was very confused as to what they were telling her to do. She peered out from under her hat, watching as the half-elf gathered back up his belongings. He was an interesting one, but the voices could not agree on why. Perhaps he just was because he was. More phantom noises filled the oracles ears, whistling winds and breaths cut short. It was horribly unnerving. She shivered for a moment despite the heat. The noises stopped suddenly, leaving Alula dizzy once more. Unfortunately she was also now out of the loop on the whole bar situation, she hadn't really been comprehending what the two taller men were discussing. But what she did pick up on was the half-Elfs speech impediment. In an almost comical turn of events, her mind was in an even fifty fifty split right now trying to remember and understand what would be socially acceptable. Was she supposed to not say anything or point out his strange pattern of speech. And then Alula noticed he was looking at her. She initially panicked but then noticed something. He had glowing eyes too, or well one eye. For some reason this observation made her next choice very clear to her. And in her slurred voice spoke. "You..talk weird..."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ The moment I laid eyes on this woman I felt my body's temperature rise as my face turned beet red. I could hardly say a word as I was immediately enchanted by her beauty, and in that short moment time seemed to creep to a halt making it feel like an eternity. "Make sure there's at least one cute girl in your group as well, okay?" The words of my mentor echoed in my head as I continued to gaze upon this girl's beauty. "Your call sir." Kelvin's words brought me out of my trance and back to reality. Ahh, just how stupid can I be? I can't just gawk at this girl, and besides regardless of how good my mentor's training was, I don't think his last snippet of advice can be considered valid. I sighed for a moment redirecting my focus to try and calm myself down. My body slowly changed back to normal as I now stared at the woman. I would not fall under her spell so easiy, even if I wanted to actually do so. Wait why am I admitting that? Ahh, forget it, just say something so you don't look like an idiot. "I'd love it if you joined us, though I must ask if you know about how to fight or any useful skills really. I wouldn't want you or Kelvin for that matter, to get put into any dangerous situations, so please be truthful to what you can or can't do. Or at the very least understate your abilities so we don't do anything to rash and wind up all dead or something, I don't know." I gulped as while I wasn't going gaga over her anymore, I was still having a bit of trouble talking, as evidenced by the nervousness in my voice. Well it wasn't that big of a deal anyways, I probably just needed to get used to her.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis' eyes went wide when she said those words, his cursed left eye flashing an angry green for a moment before it stopped. He wanted to retaliate with words but his throat seized up, locking shut, if he spoke she would just poke fun at him again, he usually stood tall but now he slumped a fraction. "nothed*," he turned around and with a flick of his tattered left ear, he signaled for them to follow, his steps were more unsure now then they'd ever been, almost all people did not comment on his voice, they tended to know what was good for them, the last time someone did they suffered a beating. But he couldn't beat the girl under the pointy hat, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand at her, she seemed like she didn't know what she was saying but that didn't make him any less wounded. Vis tightened his scarf. When they arrived at the tavern, Vis held the door open for his group, turning around to see the Paladin, Gnome and the pretty hooded girl who made comments at his expense.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki shifted her gaze to the side slightly, as she was compared to that of a barmaid. Not because she was insulted, but moreso because she ended up thinking about kissing patrons when she was half dead. That was one memory she would love to bury, but at least that was at a different village. "Of course. Although I may not look like it, but I do have confidence in my ability to scout out an area. That, and when I do run into trouble, I trust my skill in a scythe." Answering the other man's questions, she couldn't help but to notice how he had a momentary lapse when he first looked at her. She leaned closer to him, while subtly releasing the top clasp of the cloak, allowing it to part slightly. From this angle, the man could get just a tiny glimps of her chest. "Well~? Do you believe me~?" Whispering these words, at such a low volume, yet with hints of a challenge mixed in with that sultry tone.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace entered the tavern and looked around. The room was filled with wooden constructs, living creatures and ceramics containing, what smelled like food. He didn't see a source for the food though. How did these people find it? Why decide to eat it here? Then he saw a creature with a large wooden plate stacked with cups. Distributing food to people. He noticed a pattern, she went by all the wooden circles and gave foot to those balanced around it. Furnace concluded that if they balanced on the small wooden constructs around the large wooden plates, they would get food. Following the pattern the barmaid followed Furnace chose a table that would soon be serviced. He took the cloth-wrapped bastard sword slung over his shoulder and carefully placed it leaning against the table. After sizing the chair up for a few seconds and studying the other patrons he got up on the seat and sat down cross-legged. Then he waited. If his guesses were correct food would now come to him.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ A scythe huh, that's an interesting weapon of choice, thought Separ as he continued to talk to this beautiful lady. However as he was listening to her, she seemed to lean forward and unbutton the top of her cloak, an action which surprised Separ. He stared closely for a second and realized he could see a small portion of her cleavage. Was she purposefully trying to make him look? Should he look? Can he? While Separ kind of wanted to take a peek he realized that wouldn't be a good idea. She was most likely just feeling a little hot and wanted some more air. He glanced to the side not wanting to stare at her chest and give off the wrong impression. "I believe you, after all you have no reason to lie right?" His voice had turned even more nervous now, as he wasn't sure quite what to do. "So, uh, welcome to the team I guess." He looked back at her and gave her a somewhat shy smile. Separ turned towards Kelvin and extended a hand, his palm facing the sky. "This here is Kelvin, and my name is Separ. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" As he said this Separ had a lightbulb moment and turned towards Kelvin and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you my name earlier. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, at least the other guy was going to keep his head on. Mostly. Not that Kelvin had done much better with that passing insult. A scythe? Scouting? Kelvin shook his head. If she had those skills, it was more concerning. What if she was part of a marauder's crew- luring unsuspecting travelers to the wrong road at the wrong hour. The thought made him shudder. It was just unnatural, for someone with a face like that to be alone in a town like this. Though, in retrospect, it was equally strange for an engineer to be hanging about the area as well. She leaned closer to them, his companion specifically, and murmured towards him, letting her cloak hang open a bit. Whelp. He was done here. Kelvin turned away smartly and sat down at her table, attempting to keep a straight face. Aren't you supposed to seduce them before you get what you want, rather than after? Not that he had experience in such things. Ah, Separ was his name. "It be alright, think nothing of it." Kelvin didn't look at either of them, looking pointedly to the side and then jumping, knocked over his chair and falling to the floor beside it. "What… who is that?!" A strange, whitish childlike creature was sitting on one of the seats beside him. Kelvin spluttered and recovered a bit. "Ah, hello there… little one."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched the half-elf for his reaction, and she couldn't help but think maybe she chose the wrong choice. He had looked mad, and she could feel that she had hurt his feelings. Her face kept neutral, but there was an argument going on in her head. She chose to ignore it, but her headache and dizziness were increasing. And after a few moments Alula had forgotten about what the voices were arguing over. Something about a voice? She knew plenty of those. Oh. They were walking now. She wasn't sure were they were going, or if she should go too. But after taking one teetering step forward she decided going with them was better then staying alone in a crowd. She allowed herself to lean on the paladin a few times, and although the touch of armor felt like a searing through her robes she did not fall. Several times while the small group was walking Alula asked where they were going, and every time she got an answer she soon forgot it and asked again. She also asked several other questions ranging from asking "what time is is" four times to questioning why the paladin was wearing so much armor. Walking into the bar was slightly less overwhelming then walking through the streets. It was still many thoughts being thrown at her at once, so many intermingling voices. But now several of them were drunk. And yet it was still a lot to take in. She opened her mouth, eyes dully glowing under her hat. "A gathering place for people of all kinds, the road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same and yet they end up here." She already felt far more comfortable being out of the heat, and although the bar was noisier she could barely hear them under the voices in her head. She watched as the gnome ran off to find a table, sitting with a few other people. Alula disliked the idea of having to be close to more people so quickly, and instead found herself wobbling over to a small table near the back of the room. All around her phantoms and hallucinations moved, ranging from the joyous to disastrous. From weddings to war. But she didn't mind, they were faded and quiet under a heavy cloud of alcohol.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noted the other beings around the wooden circle had noticed him and one of them wished to trade words. He eyed the tall figure, he had a magnificent beard, he was tall but not as physically imposing as his new metal bound friend. The thing that stood out about this guy was not his appearance. Furnace tilted his head slightly without breaking eye contact with Kelvin. "Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis, shook off Carver's hand and just glared at the barman, ignoring the paladin's offer after hearing the lightness of his pouch, he was too prideful at that moment to accept help and he didn't see it fair to take from someone who had little to begin with. "I'll pay thirthy." growled Vis through clenched teeth, his green eye casting a bright shaft of light at the barman's face. "Fifty." replied the barman, seeing that Vis was willing to pay more, the man smirked. In no mood to barter any further, Vis shoved his fist into the his coin pouched and clenched about half in his fist before throwing them at the taverner's face and snatched the bottle from his grubby clutches, "What the f-!" "You goth tha money, now shuth up!" yelled Vis, not caring who heard him. He turned around and let the paladin get what he wanted from the disgruntled man picking up coins from the floor. Vis found a secluded seat in a dark corner and popped the cork from the bottle, he took a deep whiff of it's smell, 'the smell of home.' he thought, remembering that the brewery was in his home town. He was about to lower his scarf to drink but he noticed a faint white glow coming from his blind, left side. He turned to see the girl in the pointy hat, he groaned, not seeing her as she was on his left side. Sp he went over to another seat, farther into the corner and away from the zoned out woman. As he sat there, on his own, he glanced at the girl in the pointy hat.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Well, since your friend there is so rude, you have to be the normal price, 35 pieces for a nice meal." He sneered at the paladin, then looking at the rogue, "And if he causes any trouble, I expect you to take care of him because you won't like how I do it."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver watched the irritated half-elf storm off and shook his head sadly. If the man wanted to be surly, that was his own business; at least there hadn't been a confrontation. He removed the thirty-five coins from his (now even lighter) coinpurse and slid it across the counter to the barkeep. "A hot meal, then, for the gnome." The barkeep pocketed the money and barked an order to a barmaid. Carver leaned in closer to the man then, still smiling with his mouth, if not with his eyes. "Yes, I will take care of any trouble. And perhaps, another time, you and I may have a discussion about your business practices, and you will not like how I do that." This done, Carver turned and crossed the crowded room back to where the gnome was seated, alongside three others. One was the bearded man that the gnome had been speaking with, while the other two, a muscular looking young man and a very... shapely young woman seemed to be either arguing or flirting. Carver furrowed his brow at the girl. Though looking at her appealed to his baser urges, the higher part of his mind found something undisputably off about her. This was someone who did not know the love of the sun. He sat down next to them and patted the gnome on the back. "Food on its way, my diminutive friend." Just then, a barmaid set a sizeable bowl of stew in front of the gnome and was quickly off. He smiled at the others and nodded his head. "A fine day, friends. Hope you have a seat for another."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki smiled as they -or at least te one introduced himself as Separ- had accepted her into their little team of what might appear to be ragtags or misfits. However, while on the outside, she might no show anything out of the ordinary, Se was warring an internal strife against herself. Why are you associating with strangers? Maybe a bit of company is nice every once in awhile. You don't know who they are. They weren't out for my blood. Kelvin's touch was gentle. There has been similar tricks done, you nearly died twice because of it. ........... She was pulled from her doubts when she noticed more unfamiliar faces join the table. First and foremost, was the armored man. Why was a paladin here, of all places?! Was she found so soon?! Panicking slightly, she glanced over at the other newcomers. A rather small person, and...was that woman glowing? For some odd reason, Suki found the other woman reminded her of the night sky. However, her main problem was still the paladin. Looking around for an excuse to leave, her eyes fell upon the somewhat covered half-elf, sitting in the corner. The opposite corner. "We're still in need of companions, right? I'll go over there and ask." Without waiting for a response, she had already left her table. Along the way, she casually lifted her hood over her head, the overhang casting the rest of her face in darkness. Stopping as she reached the half-elf, she gestured at one o the empty seats. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" For the second time that day, he was about to lower his scarf to take a swig of the sweet smelling wine when he was interrupted. Looking up from his melancholia, he stared into the darkness of a hood, for a moment he was about to fall back in his chair from how frightening the dark figure looked but when he observed ir again, he saw that it was a rather curvaceous woman, though she didn't distract him from the object of his brooding and to a lesser extant interest. "thake a seath if'n you wanth." Vis was dropped his scarf only slightly to get a swig of the delicious, purply-red wine, only exposing his mouth as he brought the bottle to his parched lips.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki nodded at the given permission from the half-elf, before sitting down across from him. Watching as he only shifted the scarf slightly to drink, Suki couldn't help but to feel more....at ease. It didn't feel like she was the only one who had secrets, or a reason to hide. Tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, she couldn't help but to speak. "How many people have commented on your lisp?" As per most people, the first thing that would be a topic started when faced with this half-elf, would be that unusual lisp he had. It sounded almost like something didn't work, or was delayed, with the muscles around his mouth. At least, that's what that one priest had sounded like when she had slashed at his jaw, before decapitating him. She could be wrong, but nonetheless, it was still different.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel As Separ continued to talk to his new female comrade, a man clad in thick armor approached both of them and asked if he could take a seat. "Sure, there's plenty of room for one more," said Separ as he happilly pulled out the chair next to him for the man to sit at. "My name is Separ, what's yours, and what brings you here? Oh and also this is, wait what was your na-" Before Separ could get a word in the girl hurriedly told him she was going to go and ask people about becoming our companions or something. Actually that's not a bad idea. Separ grinned as he realized he had not talked to this man before, which meant there was still a chance he would not get rejected. Besides, he looked ready to fight, especially with all that armor he had on. "Say, would you like to travel and become explorers with me and my brand new friends. You certainly look like a powerful fellow after all. So what do you say, friend?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis gripped the neck of the bottle tight and his knuckles went white, 'what's with people and my lisp?!' he thought to himself before taking another swig to calm his nerves. "three, with you bring tha third." he took another long draw from his bottle and felt the passivizing rush I got from well rounded fluid, "whath ith it thath you wanth from me?" he asked bluntly, slipping the drink forward to her and pulling his scarf back over his mouth, putting his hands behind his head to tighten it up. His eyes flicked back to the lazy eyed mystic and then to the hooded girl in front of him. "How about you take off your hood?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace happily accepted the bowl. To his surprise the food was already warm. Cautiously he put the stew to lips and imediately he was assaulted by a storm of new flavors. This was without a shadow of a doubt his new definition of 'food'. Whatever the stale goop was he had been given all these years, it could no longer do justice to the word. Rapidly he wolfed the soup down as he followed the conversations around the table. This figure was boasting to his steel friend about how many friends he had aquired, and how he was planning to make more. He must be a powerfull entity to hold so many pacts at once.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula kept in her own corner of the bar, silently observing the patrons around her. This was all rather new to her, or at least she thought it felt new. Several times while sitting a barmaid would walk over to her and ask if she needed anything. Alula would turn them away, flustered, every time. What did that even mean? Was this woman implying that something was wrong with her? No, this certainly couldn't be the case. Alula understood the barmaid. She muttered softly. "Always the maiden and never the man. Working hard to make her place. One day to bark the orders." Her hazy eyes looked over, watching as the half-elf and then the Paladin tried to haggle with the barkeep for food and drink. She could tell the man was lying. Everything in his keeping was extremely overpriced, aimed at the drunk and the desperate. All the man cared for was material wealth. Eventually the paladin received food for the small man and the half-elf carried away as bottle of wine. Alula found herself liking the paladin more and more, his kindness for others was strangely relaxing. Alula watched with a strange transfixion as the half elf took a seat, away from the others. There was something odd about the bottle he had, something that reminded her of something. Her head was swimming, and the voices only seemed to be getting louder and louder as she tried to figure out what was causing such a strong sense of nostalgia. A gentle voice spoke above the rest. "You appear to be staring at the half-elf, and he is staring back. You are making him uncomfortable." Alula hadn't realized she had been looking at him for so long, and with such pained expression. She quickly tore her eyes away from the half-elf and the bottle. And immediately the voices ceased. That was strange. But what was stranger was who next approached the half-elf, another girl. But something was extremely different about this girl, the voices agreed. Alula allowed herself to give into the temptation of looking back over at the table, but wished she hadn't she felt extremely flustered for some reason, tugging her hat back over her eyes and facing away from the half-elfs table. "You and the girl are quite different. You coverup for shame, and she undresses for survival." "A woman raised in a world of hate and dark, now depends on humans for survival. Her hunger is carnivorous."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace "She should have some of this food." Furnace set the thuroughly emptied bowl in front of him with a loud thud. Curiously he looked at Alula, failing to make eye contact. "Do you not enjoy the light?" he inquired after her hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver saw the sword come out in slow motion, but its arc was complete before he had time to shout a warning. Blood had been spilled - there could be no doubt that the barkeep was deserving of punishment. But... not today. Not with the gnome, and the girl, and an already injured friend. Certainly not with the rest of the crowd, who seemed like they might choose the side of the local swindler over the foreign knight. The bearded man grabbed Separ, attempting to pull hims back and call for a retreat. The idea was a sound one. Carver spoke, not breaking eye contact with the barkeep. "This villain will face a judgement, friends - of his own making. A life lived in adversity to the right can have no other outcome. But perhaps now is not the time." He looked across the room, making eye contact with each of the strangers - the gnome, the scarred half-elf, the girl, the bearded man, the injured adventurer, even the woman with the air of evil about her who had tried to soothe tensions. "Let us leave, for now. The sun is too high for bloodshed." The words burned Carver's heart as he said them, but they were true. He promised himself that he would see this man punished one day, but for now he hoped the strangers would take his words to heart.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel This barkeeper sure was strong but I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, after all, I was trained to fight with my fists by a master. I knew how to fight unarmed better than most people would, a weapon like that would not deter me, and neither would threats. Just as the bartender finishes his sentence I throw a gutbuster aimed at his stomach with my right arm, hoping I could get him down on the floor covered in his own puke. The whole time both Kelvin and Carver tried to calm me down, but right now this man was deserving of a punch more than anyone I had ever met. If I didn't punch him now what woukd my mentor say? I wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight knowing he potentially harmed or cheated more people. This had to be done now, and I was going to make sure this worked.</s> <\|message\|>Des The bartender seemed relieved that the paladin and the other guy were getting people out, but then he noticed the kid try and make another punch at him. Sword still in hand, he lowered it so the blade would be in the direct path of the fist. As the fist came in contact with the blade, it slashed it open, causing even more blood to spill on the counter, "Next time, I won't let you keep your hands."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had wished she hadn't decided to peek out from under her hat again, because what she saw disgusted her. It wasn't the blood that truly bothered her, blood was just blood after all. But it was the context everything was it. Pure rage and no reason. Neither of these men, the barkeep or the man who returned her hat, had any reason to be fighting. They should have just left the bar in the first place and that was exactly what Alula decided to do. She moved swiftly pass the half-elf, muttering in a strange voice. "The glory of pride is never quite worth the cost of blood." Once outside she felt immediately relieved. Maybe it was the fresh air or the natural light. She tugged the brim of her hat down over her eyes, waiting for the others to exit.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" -Omitted-</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel I clenched my fists even harder preparing to strike once more at the bartender in my fit of rage. One punch, one punch was all I needed. Only then did I realize my opponent had not even broken a sweat, and he even seemed to be quite calm, as if this fight was something he had participated in many times before. In contrast both of my fists were messed up and bleeding profusely, and my own rage was clouding my actions. I quickly remembered the words of my master. "The calmest person is always the victor." I was a disgrace. After all that hard work and training I had made a stupid mistake. I had lost this fight. The grip on my hands loosened as I calmed down, turned away from the barkeeper and walked outside the tavern as the crowd inside all started to laugh at how stupid and weak I was. Or at least that's what I imagined was happening. I would have to make it up to my group at some point for making a mess of things, if they even still wanted to be a part of my group. I hanged my head in shame. I really messed everything up.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace studied the stick's scent. "Sulphur, charcoal and saltpetre... Spell components?" From the comfort of his seat Furnace regarded the whole scene. From the gasps and screams of the patrons around him he guessed that the scene before him was dramatic in some way. He didn't see it. He followed their gaze to the girls glowing eyes, to the tall figures face and to the fight that broke out between the friend collector and the barkeep. Or at least, the barkeep was behaving as Furnace would expect him to in a fight. Saying mean things and holding a blade. Furnace had heard a lot about battle, that is, he was always near battle. He had never actually seen a fight before, but had heard plenty from his cell. There were incantations, primal screaming and testing of swords. The friend collector had the screaming part down. After a whole lot of tension and threats people were leaving, and Furnace was gestured to come with. A strange request, but this place had probably shown all it had to offer, and these people were intriguing. He took the wrapped blade, slung it on his back and followed the others outside. The scent of blood stuck in the air. The friend collectors hands were bleeding profusely. Furnace felt he should point that out. So he did, he pointed at the blood dripping on to the dusty ground. "Should you not close that? Blood is finite."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ continued to feel bad about the ordeal, questioning why he had acted so rash and acted against his mentor's training. Suddenly Separ was broken out of his thoughts as a small childlike gnome approached him. "Should you not close that? Blood is finite." Said the gnome. Separ looked at his hands and couldn't help but smile at the naivety and innocence of the gnome. "I wish I could, but I don't have any magic or healing tools on me. Not that I even know how to use those tools well, I'm not a doctor. You wouldn't happen to know of a doctor or someone who could heal my hands would you? Also I have to apologize for the way I acted in there. I don't normally do things like that, but for some reason his antics caused me to get extremely angry." Separ looked down at his hands once more. That guy is really fast. I'll need to get stronger so I don't weigh down the group when I'm in a real fight against stronger opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened to the bleeding man and the gnome chat for a moment. The gnome was rightfully concerned for the man's hands, were were in worse shape then when Alula decided to leave the bar. She knew she could heal, but was reluctant. Healing magic took a lot of energy, something she was severely lacking at the moment, and it was the man's own fault by taking his fists to a knife fight. And yet today she had already received such kindness, maybe it was time for her to return some. She walked over to the two, glancing around. The three of them were out of view of the street, and if she worked fast enough before anyone left the bar she would be fine. She pulled the brim, of her hat down over her eyes, briefly remembering that it was the bleeding man who returned it to her. And then she spoke. "I can heal your...injuries...but only on...one condition..." She slurred. "I want you both to...look away for a moment..." She paused adding in: "uh...for your own good..." Once they both did this Alula took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of her robe. She took the bleeding man's hands in her hands and began to speak in a strange language. "ava'yorn mobi sia ominak ui alula vur si tuor ekess irisv nomeno malai" Her hands and arms began to glow, and Separ would likely feel some stinging and stretching as the skin of his hands reformed. But the pain of healing was nothing in comparison to the pain of cutting. It didn't take long, the wounds were fresh and in a concentrated area. Soon Alula was finished, releasing the man's hands and rolling her sleeves back down over her arms. She felt winded but tried to speak anyway as she tugged down her hat. "There....you go....be more...careful."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Alula started to heal his hands on the condition that both he and the gnome look away, Separ couldn't help but feel a bit curious though and while he wanted to look, he respected her decision. After all she was doing him a favor. The healing process hurt a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the pain he was feeling just moments ago. When she was done and Separ had confirmed he could look he examined his hands and threw a quick punch at the air. They were as good as new, though Separ did feel quite tired and wasn't fully healed just yet. At least the bleeding had stopped though. Separ looked up turned towards the girl who had healed him. "Th...thank you." Realizing he hadn't asked her the question he had wanted to ask her before he quickly gave a standing bow. "I'm in your debt Miss, and I apologize for the way I acted inside the tavern. Nevertheless, our group could use a healer like you," Separ raised his head and gave a light smile. "Would you care to join us? And, is there anything I can do to repay you back for your kindness in healing me Miss..." Separ's words trailed off as he realized he had not caught her name yet.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace to felt bad for the friend collector. He had assumed the ability to maintain one's own body was universal. He thought back to all the times he was able to undo mistakes and soothe pain. The thought that there were people who couldn't was horrifying. Furnace felt he needed to help him, that would make things better. There was no reason he couldn't channel into someone else, right? At that moment the girl stepped in and showed she could. Though Furnace could follow the incantation he couldn't quite make sense of it because he couldn't see the effect. Since the results seemed similar to his channelling he suspected some sort of energy channelling ability. But the incantation suggested she was calling on to someone or some thing. Was this the result of a pact? Like the friends this man collects, she has a friend who grants her magic. Furnace wanted to confirm it was a healing ability, he looked Alula dead in the eyes, then shifted to Separ staring in the same way, with jet black eyes. He asked for his health curiously and slightly concerned. "Do you feel better?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace to felt bad for the friend collector. He had assumed the ability to maintain one's own body was universal. He thought back to all the times he was able to undo mistakes and soothe pain. The thought that there were people who couldn't was horrifying. Furnace felt he needed to help him, that would make things better. There was no reason he couldn't channel into someone else, right? At that moment the girl stepped in and showed she could. Though Furnace could follow the incantation he couldn't quite make sense of it because he couldn't see the effect. Since the results seemed similar to his channelling he suspected some sort of energy channelling ability. But the incantation suggested she was calling on to someone or some thing. Was this the result of a pact? Like the friends this man collects, she has a friend who grants her magic. Furnace wanted to confirm it was a healing ability, he looked Alula dead in the eyes, then shifted to Separ staring in the same way, with jet black eyes. He asked for his health curiously and slightly concerned. "Do you feel better?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" The girl in the pointed hat walked away and took his scarf with her, he watched her as she went, his eyes trailing the unsure way she limped. Slowly the combined stares of the patrons hit home with a sharp ferocity, he had disgusted them with his face and that only served to make him feel worse. Vis slipped his hand into his pack and pulled out the bottle of wine and yanking the cork off with his teeth, he needed something, something to numb his feelings. He pushed the bottle to his lips and threw his head back, taking a long draw of the alcoholm, his green eye dimmed and flickered as the alcohol hit his system, depressing him but helping him nor feel their steely gazes. He drank again and with each time he threw his head back and gulped on the nectar, he felt more and more numb and the world around him became more of a blur as he grew intoxicated. He brought his mouth to the bottle for the final time, before finding out it was empty, Vis rose from the chair and slowly shuffled out, his face flushed red with the hear of alcohol. As he passed the counter, he draped the cloak he had around him over it's original owner and he shuffled out the door. Collapsing on the ground and resting his head on the tavern wall, he touched the gaping hole in the side of his face and began to sob hysterically as he remembered what he was trying to forget.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula was a bit shocked by his sudden invite into some sort of group. She hadn't been paying any attention while the others were speaking, and now she just felt more confused and a little sick. She wasn't sure what the man meant by group and had no idea who he was referring to when he said 'us'. She took a step back. "Uh..." She spoke slurred, hazy eyes looking from the man to the gnome. She had wished the paladin would walk out of the tavern already, he would likely have something reassuring and wise to say. Instead she just stuttered for a moment. "A man of wisdom and strength is rare, but without check is dangerous." She spoke into the rim of her hat. Well she was just making the situation here worse, she stuttered again. "Perhaps... if I could speak with the...paladin...or knew...more about this...group..." And things only got more hectic as a voice spoke to her. "The man weeps and drinks to numb a pain that will never leave." Alula suspected the half-elf, seeing how he had just bought that pretty bottle of liquor. Perhaps he weeps for his scarf? Which Alula only now realized she was still holding onto. She should go return it. She excused herself from the gnome and man with a grunt and went to find the half-elf. It didn't take her long to find him, he was extremely emotional at the moment. She stood still for a few moments, not sure how to approach the situation. But after a few seconds of not thinking she crouched down next to him, his scarf in her outstretched hands. "Forgive me if my hands tremble; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known." An argument ensued in her head. "Pothoc malai! You cannot have her say that! Why would you do that? You know she cannot! You endanger her!" Meanwhile Alula was looking at the half-elf with confusion, trying to make sense of what what happening in her head. She didn't recall saying anything, so why were they so upset? She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Here is your...scarf back...thank you...for letting me...wear it."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked up from his tears at the sound of muted footsteps, then a face appeared in his line of sight, the star lady was crouched in front of him and held his scarf in her hands. He looked at her for a few moments, the whites of his eyes bloodshot and tears leaving trails down his face, he calmed his breath down and smiled sadly, his scar contorting to make people cringe if they saw it. He took both of her hands and brought them to one another, "keep ith," he said, his throat soar and hoarse and sounding as if he were speaking through nails, "thare are more thcarfs outh thare." he released her hands and he pulled his knees to his chest, waiting for her to leave so he could cry some more, he had'nt cried in a long time and he found the tears relieving, in a sad way.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at the cloacked creature. With the scarf gone his damaged face was visible, though Furnace hadn't though anything of it before, now that he saw people's reactions to him and the state he was in, it dawned on Furnace that this new friend could also be unable to heal by himself. Maybe his appearance wasn't by his own choice. The girl called it beautiful. He agreed, the man was unique. But Furnace wanted to give him that choice. He walked over to Vis. Vis sat there and Furnace waited patiently until he made eye contact. He cupped his hands together and breathed slowly. With every breath some white golden light escaped between his fingers. Bright white jolts of energy jumped between his hands from the tips of his fingers while he moved his hands further apart. "I can repair you." With his hands crackling with white golden energy he gestured slightly at his feet. Along the ankles and up his legs show the remains of many scars made by shackles a long, long time ago, almost completely faded. "It takes time. But scars fade."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Before Separ could answer the gnome, he seemed to run off following the girl towards the disfigured man. Separ did feel drained of energy, but he knew that at least he wasn't bleeding anymore, and probably didn't need medical attention right this minute. It would be better if the gnome could repair the other man first. His own wounds could wait. Separ instead looked around for Carver and once he spotted him asked if he could talk to Alula and the gnome and possibly persuade them into joining the group. As far as Separ was concerned, Carver knew both of them much better than Separ, and was overall, much more likely to get them to join.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked up with glassy eyes at the gnome, he could tell there was good in his heart, natural good and not good imposed upon him. Vis shook his head sadly, "my thcar ith who I am, if I don'th haf it, then I'm noth me." Vis needed his scar, his blind eye and his ragged ear for a reason, he didn't know what, after years of traveling with them they grew a sentimental meaning to him and he wasn't sure he wanted to part with them, despite how much he hated them. It would be like putting down a stray dog that had followed you from the moment it met you, you may hate it but once it's gone you'll feel the emptiness where once was something. He shook his head again, "Buth thank you.."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Smiling, satisfied with the answer he got Furnace let the light flicker out. He returned to the friend collector, who was now walking towards his kind metal companion. Furnace caught up and joined him, as they stood near Carver and the others Furnace asked Separ the question that was burning on his mind. "What are you gathering friends for? What do you plan to do?"</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ couldn't help but smile at the little gnome's question. "I wish to go on a journey and help those in need, as well as defeat people who abuse their power. To become the hero of the people and such, though uh, apparently I can't even handle a simple bartender yet." Giving both Carver and the gnome a small bow each individually he continued on. "I also want to apologize to you both for acting so rash back there. I probably should not have started a fight. It's just he was trying to throw out that man, and he was a jerk overall. Neverthless, I almost put you all in danger, so I'm sorry. And Carver, if you want you don't have to journey with me after what you just witnessed me do. You don't have to feel any obligation or anything of the sort." Separ quickly turned towards the Gnome as well. "You asked how I was doing earlier right? Well truth be told the lady may have healed my wounds, but I still feel a little tired and weakened. Punching the sharp end of a sword is no joke after all, though I'll bet my mentor could actually punch the sword and break it. He's the most skilled fighter I've ever known, and I'm sure he could do it if he just added in a little magic."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace "I see. Bartenders are simple, but hard to handle." Furnace listened to Separ apologise and wondered what he meant. Had they made a pact before saying he wouldn't fight bartenders? Breaking a sword with bare hands sounded strange. "Wouldn't you just use a hammer or heavy blade for something like that?" Furnace put his hands together again and reignited the white golden coil of lightning between his palms. "Relax the muscles in your hand." He held his hands around the cuts on Separ's knuckles. Bright sparks jumped from his left hand onto the cuts and ran along the edges of wounded flesh until they reached his other hand. The current of positive energy tingled pleasantly, and Separ could feel a comfortable warmth flow from his hand through his body. Surging trough his muscles he felt an energising boost. The wounds closed further, fading the scars further. Showing only thin white lines. "The scars fade with more healing." Furnace explained while he healed the other hand. When he was done Furnace stepped back and the lights flickered out. "How do you feel now?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ quickly studied the supplies of Carver, Alula, and the scarf wearing elf. Carver barely seemed to have anything, Alula on the other hand seemed to have tons of gold, as well as some miscellaneous items that Separ could make neither heads nor tails of. Lastly the scarf wearin elf seemed to have a modest sum of money as well as some various items which made Separ question why he had them in the first place. Disregarding those items Separ listened to the elf talk about buying various food items and such, only for a girl who identified herself as Rose Anew, aka 'Phoenix' to step forward and ask if she could go along with the group. Separ was immediately impressed by her, as she said she was both a capable fighter and a great cook. "A fighter and a cook? You've instantly sold me, I'm happy you could be on the team. So what kind of dishes do you specialize in?" Separ then looked around at his fellow group members. "No one has any objections right?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Everyone found gold? I think we have enough for a sword or two." Furnace held his heavy bag of coins and shook the bag have it make a sattisfying jingling sound. "Though the metal is soft and not ideal. We can make do."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched with strange interest as Carver tossed the rock out of his bag. She watched it roll and skid away from the group, until it finally settled into a grassy patch several yards away from them. It would have been impossible for anyone to just see the rock if they were walking past, and yet Alula knew it was there, so she could see it. She shivered despite the heat. She turned her blurred attention back to the group. She allowed the punching man who look through her bag, which she had hidden within her robes. She didn't really have anything of importance on her. Her bag was actually a blanket all bundled together with twine. In her bundle was nothing but a few torn up pieces of canvas, likely at one point a tent, and some random odds and ends. Nothing of value, more like junk you would find laying around. She wondered where they came from. And then there was another girl. Alula pulled down the rim of her hat, muttering softly. "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." She felt horribly dizzy and a bitter cold spreading though her veins. She leaned forward for a moment, resting her weight against Carver until the cold was replaced with the burn. At this point she was hoping no one else would approached the group.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis watched the rock skid to a halt and walked over to it to pick it up off the ground and into his pocket, a man walking past gave him a glance, most likely because of his damaged face but Vis decided to believe that he glanced about the rock, who knew, he might find use for it later. He turned to the group and once more spoke up, "I'm going thu go thearching for bread, anyone wanth thoo thag along?" he asked, hoping someone would want to come with him, though he wasn't too talkative, he didn't mind the company when he had it, it made him feel a little better about being bad at socializing.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver extended a hand to the newcomer as Alula leaned against his back, muttering something incoherent. "No objections at all. My lady Anew, you are quite welcome to travel alongside us. I am Sir Carver, Paladin of the Sun. Our bare-fisted leader here is Separ, the lady is Alula, over there is Kelvin, and I believe the rest of our friends as yet have the advantage of me." The half-elf was saying something about going shopping. Carver was loathe to let anyone travel alone, but he rather doubted that the girl currently passing out on his shoulder would be up to a crowded marketplace, and he knew for a fact that he wouldn't leave her alone. "I think I'll remain here, but you may take my coin with you. It's not much, but I would hate to be a burden on the group already." He smiled as the gnome jingled his coin purse and spoke of golden swords. "Perhaps you could take this one? It seems he could use an education in the wonders of commerce."</s> <\|message\|>Rose Anew aka "Phoenix" Rose politely smiled and shook the hand of the paladin, Carver. "It is always a pleasure to meet a man of the cloth and defender of the faith." She then answered the man introduced as Separ inquiry, "I can cook up any game animal. I am good at stews and roasted meats. Of course, I think I could make any dish at request given the right ingredients." She considered elaboration more but she was cut off by the approach of a cloaked woman. Alula spoke cryptically and Rose was unsure if she was even the one the woman was speaking to, if she was speaking to anyone at all. One life cut down for another. Well yes that is the way of the world. A wildfire is a healthy thing for even the most ancient forests. As a mage, Rose understood the role of destruction and reconstruction very well. It was fundamental to the magic arts on many levels, but did this woman intend to imply more. Rose took a step away from the woman, Alula cautiously. Changing the subject she addressed the man who was going for bread. If she was going to cook, this seemed like something she should be involved in, "Sir, I would like to accompany you to find bread."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis took a long hard lookout the new woman to join the little group, she seemed polite enough and hoped that she wouldn't bring the scar up. "All righth then, leth go." Vis turned on the spot and started to make his way to the market again, there was bound to be a bakery somewhere in the maze of stalls and booths and if not there was probably a proper bakery somewhere in the town, though he wished to avoid proper bakeries as they were expensive. But as Vis walked with the company of the of the new one, he found that he wandered into the fleece market, looking around for the exit, his eyes fell on a booth selling scarves. Vis felt compelled to go towards it and so he did, to take a look at what the vendor had on sale, there were many intricate designs but he longed for something simple like the scarf he gave to the girl, 'what was her name?... Alula'. He found what he was looking for, a simple black scarf, though it wasn't identical to his old one as this one had white ends, "How much?" Vis asked calmly, knowing that that phrase never lisped. "25" Said the man, avoiding looking at Vis' disfigured face, Vis counted out the coins and bought the scarf, instantly wrapping it around his face and feeling much more comfortable that no one could see his scar. "Now we thearch for bread." he said, turing to look at his companion.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula finally found the energy in herself to stand back up straight, no longer able to stand the burn from leaning against the Paladin. She tugged her hat down over her eyes, finding her spinning vision extremely disoriented. She listened for a moment, picking up that the new girl and the half-elf were going off to buy bread, and were perhaps planning on taking the gnome along. She wanted to peek out and confirm her suspicions, but didn't want to risk another wave of dizziness. She listened to the paladin and new women speak to each other. The paladin introduced himself to the girl, and Alula mentally scolded herself for not being able to remember their names. The girl sounded pleasant enough, she spoke to Carver in a respectful tone. And yet she knew that the newcomer was already distrustful of Alula. Suddenly, almost too quickly, Alula's hat tipped back. She revealed her glowing eyes to a man who was passing by, a bag full of purchased goods. She took a step away from Carver, speaking to the man in a distant and knowing tone. "Talk to your wife about what you long for, she will understand and heed to your request." The man looked flustered as he looked Alula up and down and hurried off. She tipped her hat back down, dizziness again washing over her as she spoke. "That man wants his wife to tie his hands to the bedpost, I couldn't guess why though."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver watched the man walk off in spite of himself. "Hmm... some things it's best not to know." He turned to sit on a nearby tree stump, regarding Alula quizzically. "So, how does that work, milady? If you don't mind me asking? Are you an oracle, or just particularly intuitive?" In the monastery, he'd heard some stories of oracles - priests and channelers who could predict things that had not yet come to pass. His knowledge on the subject was limited, however, due to the fact that such miracles were generally the providence of night-time deities, the followers of whom the Crusaders that had trained Carver got along with... poorly (rather like rival groups of school-children.) Carver wasn't sure that was what he was seeing now, but it seemed a good start, especially given her vague reference to the moon, earlier. He felt a sudden stab of worry that the question might send her into another panic - being the vessel to some future-telling power seemed rather like the sort of thing someone might get antsy about. "I'm just making small talk while we wait, of course. Don't feel obligated to give me an answer."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace A strange sense of familiarity came over Furnace as he watched Rose. The way she moved with confident certainty, talked clearly and boasted extensive knowledge on food creation. Using many arcane terms Furnace wasn't familiar with. Though strangely she specifically called the iron giant 'a man of the cloth'. All of her was completely alien to Furnace. And yet something resonated with him and he couldn't figure out what it was. "Perhaps you could take this one? It seems he could use an education in the wonders of commerce." Education The steel-clad friend had proposed Furnace forged a bond with the uncloaked man like the one with the voice. This idea made Furnace see Vis in a different light. Could he and the voice be alike? Furnace was sceptical, but intrigued. The food conjurer wished to join Vis, she probably also wanted an education in 'the wonders of commerce' If they were indeed alike, perhaps the idea made sense. Furnace now wished to follow as well. They would learn these wonders, and then maybe she would demonstrate her food conjuring. Furnace followed the two trough the market. The uncloaked man moved swiftly and with calculated step. He knew where he was going. Furnace chose to walk next to the food conjurer. He felt compelled to find out more about her. "Uhm. It is a pleasure to meet a woman of stews and roasted meats." Furnace stood next to her and struggled to divide attention to her and the uncloaked man who suddenly took a turn to approach one of the tables with crafting materials. Presumably so he could demonstrate the first lesson. The first wonder was a small ritual riddle. The instigator chooses a fabric and speaks the incantation "How much" The man at the table gives a number, the instigator must meet that number in golden sheets. A simple test if you know the ritual. Why the sheets were golden or what the purpose of this ritual was was unclear to Furnace.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver pondered the girl's question for a moment. "Heavy? I suppose it is, but not so bad once you begin to see the benefits," he responded, unsure if he was still talking about armor. "Truth is, I can't imagine I could ever do anything else. I was raised in a monastery - every day I prayed, trained, read, bettered my body and my mind until the Knight Commander deemed I was ready. Past a certain age, of course, I would have been allowed to leave, but... I never wanted to." He smiled fondly at the memories of his youth, particularly the phrase he now repeated that one of his teachers had been so fond of. "There's so much wrong in the world. One man can't fix it all, but... think about how much he'll do if he tries." He shook himself out of his nostalgia and stood up. "Apologies, you didn't ask to hear my life story. Are you feeling well, my lady? I should think our companions will be returning shortly." The woman in black was still here, he realized with a start. He shouldn't have lost track of her. Careless. She could have hurt someone while he was pontificating. He'd have to do better to keep an eye on that one.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened contentedly as Carver talked about his early life. She wasn't sure why, but even the voices kept quiet as he spoke. Listening to him speak so fondly of events of his past made her feel strangely happy. She might not have memories of the past, but he did. It must be nice, to think on the before and expand upon. And while she felt like she should have been jealous or sad, she wasn't. She tipped back her hat, as if trying to see better through hazy eyes. "The kindness of one has the ability to grow in the sunshine and change the lives of many." She smiled softly, pulling her hat back down over her eyes. She felt fine, in fact she felt more levelheaded then normal. She figured it had something to do with him being a paladin. "I am...quite alright..." She spoke slowly, as if confused. She was surprised that she was feeling so stable. "I am...eager...to begin this...adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki sighed as she watched mostly everyone split up to go shopping for supplies. "There's not alot one can't get without gold." Muttering softly to herself with a bemused smile, she glanced slightly at the paladin, internally frowning as she noticed that his attention seemed to be on her. Choosing to pass time doing something else, she started walking off in the direction of the marketplace. However, unlike the others, she wasn't shopping. She had stayed in one place for long enough, so she was starting to worry about possible religious members locating her here.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Separ exited the store, feeling like a chump after what happened with the shopkeeper he ran into the cloaked girl. Separ couldn't help but smile when he saw her, and it even made him temporarily forget about what happened in the general shop. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but he was glad that both she and all the others had agreed to stay in the group. Separ could finally start his own adventure. Separ immediately walked over to the cloaked girl. "Hey, how's it going? I managed to buy us some tents and sleeping bags, as well as a medkit and backpack. Are you out shopping to, if so can I accompany you? Though, as of now I have no money." Separ glanced from side to side before sighing. "Please don't ask, I'd rather not talk about it." He exclaimed before looking once again at her. "So are the others with you, or are they still near the tavern? and umm, what did you want to buy?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked got up from his crouched position and took the bobbin of thread from the man behind the counter, stowing it in his leather backpack. He had no idea what he was going to do with it but he felt it would become useful at some point. He looked down to the gnome, "Nithe buy, yeth now we go tho buy bread." Unfortunately, Vis didn't know where the baker's district was but he could find out. Looking for the nearest permanent structure, the facade of a small temple, he approached it and rested his hand on the windowsill testing it's sturdiness, it seemed to hold. Vis clambered up, putting his hands on the heads of saints and gargoyles and ascending the face of the temple until he was near the top. He hold on with one hand and leaned away from the face of the temple, Vis saw plooms of white smoke and deduced that was where bread was being made. Climbing back down he returned to the gnome and walked with him to the bakery and purchased stale bread for two coins a piece, buying 8 in total.</s> <\|message\|>Des Suddenly, guards started running through the streets. Upon first glance, one would assume they would be running after someone and most likely the people who caused trouble at the local tavern. But the guards kept running, and as they drew closer, you could tell they weren't running after, but away. Screams started to fill the streets as kobolds (small dragonfolk with no wings), goblins, men wearing chainmail and black tunics, and even an ettin (two-headed giant) started to swarm the village, destroying and slaughtering everything in sight. The goblins set fire to the stands and the ettin destroyed many houses and even the tavern. A dark silhouette of a man on a horse could be seen amongst the smoke in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace furiously pondered the meaning and intent of this group. He saw them break, tear and burn the stands, carts and houses. Two huge heads sharing one body came storming past him, massive flail in each hand. As he crashed trough several stands at once, splinters and raw materials flew trough the air. Deconstruction It dawned on Furnace what they were doing. They were harvesting materials for the forge. He saw creatures armed with swords and clubs run to the creatures from the village and hit them until they stopped screaming. Was this a fight? Or could they also harvest life? "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." Was this what the tired girl had predicted? Either way, Furnace was exited by this development. Much to learn. And in the spirit of learning new thing Furnace took the wrapped package from his back and let the cloth fall to the ground. With two hands and significant effort he held aloft an orcish broadsword. It was about his size and looked right at home between the flails, blades and axes of the newcomers. With care and calculation he mimicked the lumbering brute's movements as he rand after him, then past him, then into a stand. With as mighty a swing he could muster he brought the heavy blade down upon the wooden board. The thin plank snapped instantly, causing copper and tin trinkets to fly everywhere. As Furnace was showered in shiny but function-less pieces of metal he looked behind him at the two-faced giant, looking for confirmation that he got it right.</s> <\|message\|>Des The ettin was about to slay the little one when he had suddenly attacked on of the stands, this caused the ettin to think that the little one was one of them and so he nodded and continued his rampage.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace trembled a little as he regarded the judging eyes of the towering creature. The ettin nodded approvingly. He did it right. He was learning so much today! Happily Furnace followed and continued to smash barrels, poles and carts along with the brute and a growing group of other creatures his size. They did the same. When he jumped, they did. When they struggled to reach up to the thatched rooftops with their torches, he kicked a barrel over to them so they could stand on it. This was going great. That moment he remembered the barkeep, and how he had displayed so much fun cutting the friend collector, clearly he loved a fight. As they were near the tavern Furnace ran ahead of the band and smashed the wooden door open. He pointed inside and yelled at the rampaging group. "In here! There's good fighting and food in here!"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis walked out of the bakery, sixteen coins lighter and with 8 loaves of bread under his arm, screams echoed out from the other side of the market and people started running away from the direction of the comotion. The owner of the bakery, a woman in her thirties steppes out to see what was going on, Vis turned back to the bakery and ushered as much people inside as possible, he turned to the owner and yelled over the commotion, "Ith there a bathement thoo thith bakery?!" She thought for a moment and nodded, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him to the kitchen, she pointed to a large slate preparation table, "It's under there!" she yelled as what was going on outside was getting closer. Vis groaned with frustration and pushed all his mass against the table, whincing as it grated across the floor, exposing a dusty trap door. When the table was no longer obstructing it, Vis opened it up and climbed down, it was large and could easily hold everyone in the building. He climbed back out and yelled into the main room for everyone to get into the basement, they did as they were told and when the trapdoor shut and everyone was inside, Vis pushed the table back over the hatch and he heard rough voices from the front room. He drew his rapier and escaped through the back door, he'd be back for the people in the basement.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Even moments before the attack Alula's soft and comfortable smile suddenly turned into an expression of extreme horror. She took stumbling steps away from Carver. She appeared to double over slightly, frantically pulling down her hat and covering her eyes as if she was trying to block out the horror filled visions. "Misfortune does not come in drops it comes in storms. I can see the clouds gathering upon the horizon" This voice was different from her normal, lazy, speech. But it was also far different from the commanding and dominant voice. This one sounded calm, almost wise and knowing. But the voice didn't match Alula's expression of pain and dread. Her entire body seemed to be shaking, a bright glow emitting from her eyes and from a source within her robes. She spoke in a grim voice, suddenly looking up at Carver with fear. She could see the monsters on the horizon. "Please ser Paladin you have to go! Something is coming it's not safe here!" It was strange, she didn't seem to be talking about the monsters destroying the town. She nearly collapsed onto the ground, gripping her staff in an iron fist. "And when it comes they will come."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noticed the iron friend and tired girl still standing where he last left them. They were looking at him. Or they were looking at the large group of creatures working hard on harvesting stone, rock and coal. Or the disagreeing cries of people running and hiding everywhere. Why did they do that? Was it part of the harvesting ritual? Furnace waved at Carver and Alula.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Carnage, destruction, and panic. The citizens of Ravenwood were fleeing in distress as what looked like a small army began to siege the town. Buildings collapsed, some were set on fire, and screams could be heard in the distance. No doubt was left in Separ's mind that people were getting both killed, tortured, possibly even taken prisoner. Separ clenched his fist tightly, he wanted to help bring this to an end, but in his mind he knew he could not take on that many enemies. He thought about his master and cursed under his breath knowing he had already left to go home. If he was here, then maybe... Lots of people started to run past Separ, bringing him back into reality. Separ had to do something though, and that's when he remembered the General Shop's store clerk. He quickly turned around and rushed towards the door pushing it open so hard that the door slammed against the wall. The store clerk who was insulated from all the noise started to yell at him but quickly realized something big was going down. "You need to get out of here lady, there's a small army destroying Ravenwood." The store clerk quickly agreed and started to grab a few close supplies before running towards the door and exiting the building. Separ slammed the door shut as both of them left the store. That's something I can do, but that's about it. Staying any longer than I need to will be a bad idea. However as the shop keeper left he heard the cloaked girl say, "I'll be right back." He spun around to find that the girl was already turning into an alleyway. Separ couldn't leave her alone though, they needed to stick together if they wanted to survive. "Hey wait up!" He yelled as he took off after her. The cloaked girl was fast, and while Separ himself was also fast his injuries from earlier had left him feeling a bit tired. Catching up would have been much easier if he was at his full potential. Separ started panting as he turned down another corner only to find that the girl had disappeared. He had lost sight of her. The sound of a building was heard collapsing not to far from where Separ was standing. This isn't good, if they find me or that girl we'll have to fight our way out. Still Separ persevered and turned down a corner, only to then realize he was completely lost. He was afraid to call out to the girl though, knowing it may attract attention from unwanted people. Just where was that girl?</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Smashing through the flimsy wood that was the back door, suddenly the commotion in the bakery grew more intense as the raiders figured someone had just left the building. Quickly surveying the location, Vis saw that he led himself into the back yard of the bakery and it was enclosed by high wooden fences with sharpened tips, 'Is this a bakery or a fort?!' he yelled mentally, looking franticly for a way to escape. Turning back to look at the bakery, he saw his exit strategy; tucking the style loaves of bread into his bag and securing the buckles, he made his way to the wall and began climbing it, using windowsills and cracks in the mortar and bricks as hand and foot holes as he ascended the face of the building. Once on the shingled roof, he heard the raiders burst into the backyard and bark in confusion, wondering where the escapee had gotten off to, not knowing that Vis was above them. Taking no time to think he began running along the rooftop, looking around at the scene of carnage going down below him, he jumped the gaps between buildings as he ran. From his vantage point, Vis spotted the paladin and the girl in the pointy hat, still near the tavern and to his left were winding alleyways where he heard the echo of running. It seemed the fighting hadn't reached that part of town. Not concentrating, Vis was struck by an arrow in the left shoulder and went tumbling down the left side of the roof he was running on and fell off the edge, smashing into the cobbled streets below. The impact jarred his frame and he could hear the sickening crack of bone as his shoulder and side hit the ground, staggering to his feet he retrieved his rapier from the floor. "Where do you think you're going pretty boy?" Vis snapped his head to the left and saw that a raider had emerged from a side street to confront him. The raider was decked in chainmail and held a bastard sword in one of his brutish hands. Vis' got shakily to his combat stance, his rapier held in front of him. The raider charged and Vis turned and ran.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula fell to her knees, pressing her forehead into the ground. Her hat had fallen off her head and onto the ground, no longer providing any comfort for Alula as she pressed her palms over her eyes. Even with her eyes covered and shut visions danced behind her lids, voices and phantom sounds assaulted her senses. She let out a final cry of pain before a powerful burst of light encompassed her. Once the light faded, and anyone looking directly at her had given their eyes a chance to recover, Alula was no longer on the ground in pain. Alula was barely even there anymore. She was now floating slightly above the ground, her robes and hair lazily flowing around her, as if gravity no longer was applying their force to her. Her eyes were glowing, but with much more intensity. She took no measures to cover them as they stared, unblinking, at the crowd of monsters. Not only her eyes were glowing, however. Even more shocking and noticeable was her skin. It was as if every vein in her body had begun to admit a bright glow, looking like cracks long her flesh. Alula, or at least what she had been reduced to, looked around. She first noticed Carver, raising her now glowing staff as if to aim a projectile attack, but her other arm lifted up, pulling the arm with the staff back down. She spoke in a regal and calm voice that echoed through the area. "Do not harm the ones the girl has grown attached to." The arm holding the staff rose up twice more, as if wanted to go against this command and harm Carver regardless, but it eventually stopped. Alula looked away from Carver, into the crowds of attacking monsters. Without even wincing or bracing herself she lifted her staff, aiming it into the mass of creatures, hoping to hit as many as possible. Out of the tip of the staff blasted a bright beam of moon energy. It was bright enough to be seen for a mile, and was very attention grabby as well as deadly.</s> <\|message\|>Carver In an instant Carver's sword and shield were in his hands. There was no time to think, no time to pontificate on why this attack was occurring. Now was time for action. Carver cast his eyes about him. The situation was bad. Townspeople everywhere in absolute disarray, enemies approaching from all angles and running roughshod through the town, an ettin smashing up just about everything. What was more, two helpless strangers were already in his protection - he couldn't leave them behind to mount a defense for the town. 'Helpless' maybe wasn't the best word for Alula, though. He watched as she exploded into blue light and fired a beam of energy into a crowd of attackers. No time to think about that, either. For now, it would just have to make sense, especially as the light show seemed to have attracted a small horde to their position. Carver grabbed his helmet from his bag and shoved it onto his head, flicking the visor down. "Alula! Furnace! Kelvin! Stay behind me!" He shouted as he brought his shield forward and raised his sword up behind it. "We're going to find the others!" He had to hope they would listen. "In the name of the sun!" he shouted, and surged forward at the fastest pace he could muster, into the throng of foes.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula cast a glare down upon Carver as he commanded her to get behind him. It was rather lucky that the man wore armor, any bare skin would have soon felt itself burning. She did not care at all about the safety and life of Carver or the two other she found herself suddenly allied with. All that mattered was that Alula was kept safe. That the vessel was kept safe. A voice spoke though Alula, her expression still one of anger. "We do not see why we must keep behind a worthless human." A second voice spoke, expression changing to a more playful one. "We do not see why not, the view is quite fine from up here." The voices began arguing with each other, constantly speaking over each other. "You disgust us! please don't hurt them. He is a paladin of the sun for morishacks sake! he will not harm us. If anything he will just get in the way!" By now Carver was half way to the horde, moving at the comedic speed of a snails pace. Alula sighed, raising her staff yet again and firing another beam of searing light into the horde. It was fired dangerously close to Carver, perhaps as a sign of aggression. (8/10 moonbeams remaining)</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace went into the tavern and watched as goblins and kobolts smashed up the place. The barkeep stood alone against a small horde of assailants. Shouting angrily as he waved his sharp knife around. Furnace was glad to see everyone in a fighting spirit, he felt like he was starting to get it. Suddenly the room lit up bright. Pale light pierced trough the open windows and doors and threw longs shadows on the rubble that wasthe interior of the tavern. Furnace looked outside to see Alula hover in the air, flashes of divine power lashing out from her body. He saw coils of lightning run over her skin and her piercing eyes negative to his own. He intended to go and see up closer, but suddenly she released a massive blast of energy into the horde just outside. Furnace had to dive as the blast singed the house and came bursting through the windows. He stared at the devastation it wrought, carefully he looked outside to see even more. She was looking at Carver again as he called his name. Furnace had given to it him with reason, he supposed he should come. Making sure not to stand between the groups of targets he made his way over to the middle of the square where the other 3 where. Though she had grown more voices Alulah seemed calmer than before. No, more confident. Furnace gawked at the power she was emitting, he got closer and studied her. He held his hand up before her, not touching, not in the way, just to draw her attention as carefully as possible. As with holding molten steel. The state in which she has most potential is the most dangerous one. He waited until he met her gaze. "That looks awfully strenuous."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Relief washed over Alula, although she did not relax yet. The possibility of her hurting Carver was still too high for her to relax. And yet her expression visibly softened to a smile, she felt much calmer now knowing that Carver wasn't going to follow her. Her words had finally gotten through to someone. She took a trembling step away from Carver, looking into the woods. "If I am lucky I can sneak around the attackers." She looked up at Carver, and then to the moon, shivering again. "I will try and keep my lights down, if only to protect you, but I am not sure if I will be able to control it." Alula gave a final glance over her shoulder to Carver, opening her mouth as if to say more but then deciding against it. She could explain to him later. She angled her entrance in the woods as a way to flank the enemies. All of her movements became clear and deliberate, her limp dissolving into gentle glides. She moved gracefully through the trees, as if she was passing right through them. Alula looked a bit different from her normal, not glowing, self. But she also looked vastly different from earlier during the fight. Earlier she had cracks of light breaking through her skin, as if her inner forces were fighting against their outer shell. But now she looked more at peace and content, a gentle glow encompassing her whole body. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as she drifted through the trees. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of Carvers sword against his shield. The sound reminded her of something, a faded memory from her past. She could feel the dread of the memory in her heart, but her mind was blank. She swallowed nervously, moving as quickly as possible. She wasn't going to hurt him. She was going to hurt any of them.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace It was suddenly crowded in the fields. People were yelling at each other, there were even more people coming with lights. Alula had gotten away and his chance to see what it was that pressured her was gone. Weapons were drawn, the approaching people had fire and weapons also. Had they come to harvest more? We didn't want that. Right? Carver started to beat his sword on his shield repeatedly. Furnace didn't know why the rhythm reminded him of the rhythm of hammer and forge. It was comforting, and though he was conflicted over the idea of forging here in the field he was drawn closer. He stood near to Carver and Separ, close enough that they could see him in the tall grass even when Furnace crouched. "This is no place to have a forge, there is too much fuel here, I won't be able to contain the fire." He pulled out his sword. It was slightly bent and dented. The melting had made the blade a little dull and a little shorter. But it could still hurt. "The glowing girl doesn't want to hurt anyone. I want to help her do that. If that means I have to hurt these people in her stead, I think I want to hurt these people. What do you think?" Furnace stared at Separ and Carver on either side of him. "Do you want to hurt these people?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin awoke to the ringing of metal on metal, his eyes snapping open. He was disoriented for just a moment. The forge? It had been years since he last had worked metal. Falen had always been an early riser though. He rolled onto his side and found his face two feet from the hooded girl's. "No… what happe-" His face contorted in horror and he rolled the other way, standing upright before realizing where he was. Color slowly returned to his face. This wasn't the inn. He took a deep breath before looking around, spotting the lights moving through the forest towards their small opening in the trees, and more importantly, Carver and Separ squaring up to meet them. At his feet was that woman. However those two had gotten here, it was fortune. First things first. Kelvin quickly repacked his bag, glancing about to make sure there were no misplaced items before slinging it over his shoulders. It took only a moment to fill up the crossbows chamber, loading two more slugs from his belt pouch to bring it back to full clip. Alright. The seer was… He glanced about, not seeing a trace of her, unless the glowing in those trees a bit farther off was her. "Elf, grab the kid, we need to move." Kelvin looked down and knelt, allowing his crossbow to hang off the sling he had made earlier and picked up the black haired beauty, allowing the blanket to fold over her a bit. "Lady, you are heavier than you look. Can't tell if it's you or the dress though." Kelvin grunted to himself and hoisted her a bit higher, adjusting his arms under her legs and shoulder. Truthfully, she wasn't horribly heavy, but he could only go so far like this. "Fair warn'n though. If I need to shoot, I'll be droppin' yeh." Not that she could hear him, but whatever. Kelvin headed diagonally away from where Carver and Separ were making their stand, intending to walk parallel to the Seer and away from both the town and the fight. As long as he and the other guy stuck together, they should be alright. At least, as long as the elf knew how to use that sword. Hopefully Carver was smart enough to realize that he would need a head start if the force in town realized what was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Des As the team moved out the raiders closed in, they could hear the banging of steel but one heard rustling in the leaves. "There's one over here, trying to get away while the one distracts us." They charged into the woods and intercepted Alula and drew their weapons. Two with crossbows, one with dual long-swords, one with a flail, and the last one being a pyromancer.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Gentle, gliding, movements. Barely disturbing the forest around her. Alula had gotten pretty deep into the woods, far enough to no longer see the camp and yet she could still hear the rhythmic thumping of Carver. Or perhaps it was just a memory following her, phantom sounds filling her with dread. She shook her head clear. Alula had nothing to fear from mere humans, and she took a deep breath. No moonbeams. She could handle that. Alula raised her arms above her head, staff pointed directly at the five approaching attackers. Instead of a beam of light striking the attackers, the entire scenery began to change around her and the attackers. It was as if the entire world became a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering and wavering into life. To Alula and the raiders they were no longer in the woods surrounded by trees, but instead they were in a clearing, with a path that leads towards the camp, although the path eventually turned back into trees where it was outside Alula's range of power. All around the foes were other, albeit faded humans. They were all laughing and drinking strange liquor. A few of the hazy men came over and clapped one of the real men on the back, congratulating him on a good raid. "Hey..." One of the vision men said, speaking in a voice that sounded slurred from alcohol. "I hear there is a group of smoking babes just over that way" the dream paused to hiccup, nursing at his drink. "wanting to...heh...reward us brave heroes." The hazy man beckoned towards the fake path, towards where the party was preparing themselves for a fight. The real men would likely now feel extremely strange and disoriented, like getting drunk and then trying to spin around for a few minutes. Even if they didn't believe in the visions they would still be confused and slow. Luckily for Alula, these men were unable to resist the temptation of a willing woman after taking the day to rummage through the ruined town. They began to stumble, as if blind, through the trees. They were headed right for the blades of her allies. This haze would not last long, once they arrived in the field reality would set in. There were no women waiting for them, only a handful of tired adventurers. But by then Alula would be long gone.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Khat was about to retort about being carried until Vis swept her off of her feet, literally running towards her and plucking her off of the ground. "I don't need to be carried!" she barked, and all Vis did was point behind him at the raiders squaring off with the other three, Khat got the point and with great reluctance, fell quiet as Vis started to run, chasing after the man who coincidentally was holding another girl. As they ran, Khat watched Vis his pants were ragged as he ran behind the man but nothing portrayed why it would be so. She reached out to his scarf and was about to tug it down, when his eyes flicked to hers for a moment, glaring, as if to say 'don't you dare'. She did not argue, instead she pulled up her scarf around her face to see how it felt, oddly comfortable.</s> <\|message\|>Carver The bandit wanted to duel? Then there was no question. If one of the enemies could be eliminated without any risk to to the others, Carver would have to risk the possiblity of deception. "Let me handle this one, friend," he said to Separ and thumped his sword into his shield again. "A noble offer, one generously accepted. Test your steel against mine, and we will see which among us is worthy of victory." Carver, of course, had little doubt that it would be him.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Good, glad to see you want to die by my blades instead of by the fires of war. It is noble indeed that you would risk your life for your friends, but win or lose, my friends will still strike once this fight is over." The swordsman rushed forward and quickly pounced over the paladin and spun around, using the momentum of the spin the cut through Carver's armor, but luckily not his flesh. The swordsman ripped his sword out and backed up before the paladin could turn around and strike back. "Your move, Paladin."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki unconsciously curled up tighter as she slowly woke up, her mind a tad bit hazy as she tried to get her bearings. Still half asleep, she smiled. "Held gently yet securely." Whispering these words to herself, she looked up and saw Kelvin. This helped her wake up, and although it was hard, she fought down the automatic reflex of wanting to fling herself into stable ground. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Teasing the man with the same seductive tone, she then glanced around. "What's happening?" Asking this question, though her cute expression that she had while teasing the man stated, her eyes seem to harden, as she started to worry.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver spun to keep his eyes on the enemy, gritting his teeth as the blade crashed into his back. The blow was of no consequence - he was either dead, and he had failed, or he wasn't, and he would continue fighting. He couldn't match this man for agility, that much was certain. Better to just wear him down, then. Carver stepped forward, his shield raised over his shoulder, and lunged, attempting to slam the shield ( with his body right behind it) into his opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman once again leaped over Carver. When he got behind Carver he kicked off from the paladin's back to get more distance. Due to Carver's momentum and the force of the kick, the paladin lost balance and fell to his knees. "Is that all you got? Stop hiding behind the shield and fight me blade to blade."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ studied the raider carefully, taking in the combat stance, posture, and how he fought. He was certainly not an amateur, and while Separ felt confident in Carver, he knew that it would be a tough battle, and if the other raiders were to attack now, things would certainly get hairy. If only I was at my full strength. Thought Separ as he glanced around looking for any type of advantageous terrain. While he didn't particularly find anything worthwhile, the sight of the gnome made him recall how the gnome had healed him. Separ walked over to the gnome prepared to ask for a heal but stopped himself. If he were to ask and the raiders were to over hear it, they'd both be toast. He was going to have to be smart about this, but how? Mulling it over for a moment Separ finally walked towards the gnome. "Calvin, I want you to stay behind me at all costs, should Carver lose I want you to run as fast and as far as you can. We've been friends all our lives and now that our hometown is destroyed I have nothing to look forward to. I will however hold off these raiders so you can escape if it all comes down to that, even though I do not know how to fight." Separ turned around to face the raiders, his body blocking the view of the gnome partially. Subtly moving his hand backwards he grabbed the gnome's own hand. "Lend me your strength Calvin, and run once this is over." It was obviously a lie, Separ had not known the gnome until recently, nor did Separ live in Ravenwood, and while the gnome knew that, the raiders did not. Separ hoped his message had gotten across rather than making himself out to be a crazy person. If the gnome could heal him fully things might be looking up, hopefully the raiders were to busy watching the fight to notice. I'm counting on you, please understand what I'm trying to tell you.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula drifted easily through the forest. Well, it wasn't exactly Alula anymore. Something else had taken over completely. Glowing silver hair floated freely, no longer confined down to earth with its own weight. Alula herself was floating as well, but not in the way she was earlier. She often touched down on the ground, bare feet making bursts of light erupt with every step, and then push herself off. An action rather similar to skiing. She seemed to be rather tranquil, often looking up at the moon or down at the foliage that seemed to strain against itself trying to touch the oracle. She had lost a lot of energy during the battle, and now as she basked in the moonlight she was recharging. She didn't fear running into the horde, being an oracle made it hard for things to surprise you. The oracle did notice something, a tremor in her right hand. "I understand, you are scared. You are worried for your friends." Her voice was regal and calm. And yet the trembling persisted. "You did not want to run. You wanted to stay and help, but you were scared." She smiled, glowing eyes closing. "You are not being cowardly, you were being considerate. And brave." She continued moving through the forest, taking in the silence. She could no longer hear the sounds of the camp. "You are worried for them, you do not know it but you understand loss." She chuckled softly, an enchanting sound. "It has been a long time since you have had friends, you are scared that you will lose them, hurt them." That's odd. Did the moon shining down upon the camp suddenly feel brighter? A comfort?</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Calvin? Was he talking to Furnace? Was he calling him Calvin? He was remembering how that place had been their hometown. Had it been? Aside from the dark place, Furnace had never had a home. And now it was broken. But the collector of friends gave him a new name. Was that unique to him alone? As Furnace pondered these things Separ stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the other strangers. He grabbed Furnaces hand and spoke in confusing words. Was he infusing Furnace with a new name? Was this how it worked? Furnace was grateful, though he didn't quite understand. He felt warm lines along his hands, blood ran along Separ's arm! This reminded Furnace of the voice judging him for not spending his energy. A good chance to return a favour. Furnace would repair his wounds and fill him with energy. Golden coils of energy jumped from Furnace and ran up Separ's arm, burrowing into the cuts and bruises. The feeling of surging positive energy was relaxing and energising, Furnace's stomach turned at the thought of channelling negative. But he was going to later, the voice had never been wrong after all. "We'll fight and run together."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver dashed forward at the same time, winding his sword back for a long thrust. Just when the two men were about to collide, however, Carver dropped his head and threw his weight behind the shield, attempting to simply bulldoze the man's guard behind a wall of metal.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman did not expect Carver to keep running and was suddenly trampled. As Carver charged over him, ribs could be heard cracking. The man managed to stand up, obviously in a lot of physical pain, "I. Will. End. You." The swordsman made an almost unnoticeable gesture. Assuming Carver is a man of honor (which I'm sure he is) and turns around to face his enemy, the flail guy swung the large spiked ball into Carver's head from behind the spikes piercing the helmet and jabbing into the side of his face.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver turned to face the betrayal and immediately got a mouth full of flail. Crying out, Carver immediately swung his shield into the chain, sending it spinning in an arc away from the man, while thrusting at the attacker's abdomen with his sword. "Separ! Gnome! Friend with the gun! Take out the archers!" Honorless, murderous, vile mongrels. Carver ignored the wracking pain from the side of his face and stepped back, trying to get the new combatant and the prior one in his field of view at once.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Bless the naivety of the holy order. Arastoph smirked smugly to himself as the knight was baited onto his lure. For now, he was under the knight's protection. He just had to hold on for the knight to eliminate the swordsman so that he may be on his way. Peering through the cracks of his cover, he watched the duel. At first, it was nothing more than two grown men making fun of each other. However, eventually the looter did make his move and charged forward. The knight met the charge with his own, but instead of clashing with him, he ran him over full-force, and trampled the swordsman as he went. Arastoph had hoped that was that, but to his ever-increasing annoyance, the swordsman stood back up with difficulty. He immediately recognized his expression as one of rage. Contempt. Blood-thirsty anger. From this, and from the reputation of looters in general, there was no way the swordsman was going to hold up his end of the bargain. As he made the hand sign, and as Arastoph noticed the movement of the looter with the flail, he sprung to action. "Fuck!" He likely wasn't going to save the knight in time, but it wasn't his life that Arastoph was concerned about. He tossed his pouch of ammunition over the ruins and where its trajectory would land it between the man with the flail and the crossbowmen. The merchant spun on his heel around the corner and traced the airborne pouch with his dragoon, and when it fell into position, pulled the trigger. A dozen bullets shot through the air toward the pouch. Even if not one of the pellets struck it, the spread should at least be enough to hit at least one of the looters.</s> <\|message\|>Des The flail guy (let's call him Bill) was protected from the thrust by his armor. Bill then used the momentum from the shield bash to swing is flail faster into Carver's other side. The two archers fired already loaded bolts at Astaroph since he showed the highest threat, with no shield to block with and no good dodging skills he was struck in the lower left torso with one and another hit his shoulder. While the swordsman attempted to sneak off to fetch backup. Edit: (Got ninja'd by Spoopy) Astaroph did not get hit with any arrows because the pouch of ammunition exploded and knocked the two archers off their feet</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Now's our chance, let's go." Letting go of the gnomes hand, Separ rushed off towards the archers as they were swept off their feet. Ending this quickly would be more advantageous than trying to fight in a battle of attrition. The healing he had received earlier had given him new strength, and while he wasn't completely full of energy Separ figured it would be more than enough to take down a couple of humans. As the other archers struggled to their feet Separ pounced at one of them, trying to knock him down so Separ could unleash a barrage of punches aimed at the archer's face.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The fight had been quick, and once it was over chaos fell upon everyone. Furnace didn't know what to do, so he just followed as he was told to. He saw Separ knock the archers down, before he could ask why Separ showed him as he started to hammer the man with his hands. He remembered how Separ didn't have the ability to channel energy like he did. So he had no tools and made do with his bare hands. What a powerful man. Furnace decided he should follow his lead and jumped on top of one of the archers lying on the ground. He dried to swat at the archer, who tried to push him of with his bow. This wasn't working. He did have a tool for hurting. When Furnace held his hands out palms open directed at the man he stopped moving for a second, looking confused at Furnace. The area around his hands lost colour and darkened as sharp shadows danced in strange electric shapes. Crackling sparks of energy as dark as the void between the stars sprang from his hands and leaped to the other. As Furnace moved his hands closer to the archers head the dark coil of negative energy leaped trough the bandit and back. Furnace knew, as warm and pleasant positive was, so cold and painful was the negative. Somehow the thought gave him a similar cold feeling. Was this what he wanted?</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin slowed down when he managed to get far enough away that the torches were just flashes of light in the trees, taking his time to pick through the woods. It wasn't easy in the darkening sky. Luckily, the other guy had followed quickly with the child. That meant that Separ and Carver had only to worry about keeping the gnome safe, wherever he was, and running away. The seer seemed to be one of those types that somehow survived, no matter what happened. He chose not to worry about her. Kelvin grimaced. Am I a coward? He had chosen to grab the girl and run, rather than stand and fight… but there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. The raiders were still somewhere close by, and any noise or light could bring an army down on their heads. "Hey." Kelvin kept his voice quiet, though it was above a whisper. "How far do you think we should go tonight? I need to take a short rest." He couldn't carry this girl forever, his arms were starting to ache from having to carry her as far as he did. With a moment to spare, he could put together a stretcher, and then they could move a lot faster. Kelvin slowed, and then the girl mumbled something in her sleep, opening her eyes. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Kelvin looked at her, mouth opening to reply and then halting, blood rushing to his face. So forward. So frustrating. He would never understand women. The flustered engineer almost dropped her right there. "What's happening?" That was enough for him. Kelvin chose a tree, put his back to it, and dropped down, letting her fall into his lap, blanket and all. He sighed and leaned his head back against the tree with his eyes closed. "Since the last time I saw you awake, the town was attacked by an army of goblins. We tried to fight them off, but failed… everyone in it was killed." He motioned towards the other guy. "He managed to save one of the villagers, and most of our group managed to gather back together outside of town safely… but a scouting party found us. The Seer and gnome disappeared, but Separ and Carver squared off against five men while I picked you up and ran for the forest. Scarf-boy here grabbed the girl and came with me." He groaned. "For all I know, they are dead now. That's what's happening."</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman managed to escape as the one archer was beaten to death while the other had his life drained away. He ran to the raider party and informed them of the surviving group. Time until reinforcements arrive: 30 minutes</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver grimaced as the flail crashed into his side again. This wasn't working - the flail had reach and power that he couldn't hope to match, and the man's armor was far too much for his sword. He wracked his brain for a moment before arriving at an answer. The flail needed a strong swing to build up power - getting far wouldn't help, so he'd just have to get close. With a roar, Carver launched himself at his enemy, shield raised, attempting to tackle him to the ground with the full weight of his armor.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" "I do noth think thath thith ith a good thime tho retht, we should keep going." Vis said, adjusting how he carried the now squirming child as she tried to get down. "If you are going to carry me, at least let me ride on your back instead of holding me like a baby!" she whined, starting to kick in her search for freedom, Vis did as he was told and levered the girl onto his back in one swift motion, she wobbled there, dizzy for a moment until she spoke again, "this will do." Voltus then proceeded to stoop over and pick up the girl rolled in the blanket, grunting a bit at all the weight he was carrying and Kelvin was right, she was heavy, "Retht if you wish buth I will keep going." With that Vis turned and walked deeper into the forest and away from the camp, lighting the way with his glowing green eye.</s> <\|message\|>Des Bill swung the flail, barely missing Carver. Sadly, what goes around comes around and the chain wrapped around the paladin. Bill tugged on the chain attempting to pull Carver down but the paladin stood strung and did not fall although wrapped in chains.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Rather than try to disentangle himself from the chain, Carver just kept charging, crashing into Bill in an attempt to pin him under the paladin's enormous weight, all while trying to bring his arms up to grapple with him opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Des Bill side-stepped out of the way, allowing Carver to fall to the ground and struggle in his chains. "I don't have time to wrestle with you, it's already going to be hard enough to take on your friends unarmed." Bill raised his fist, ready to take on any opposers. "God I hope reinforcements get here soon." Time until reinforcements arrive: 22 minutes</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace While Bill stepped away from Carver, Furnace approached softly. The cold feeling had made him calm. As Bill spoke and looked around to find other opponents Furnace stood right in front of him to present himself. Thick, dark surges of negative energy danced in his hands as he held them before him. Chilled and collected he stared Bill in his eyes, ready to react to any movement with shock and pain. With wide eyes and barely any emotion on his face he spoke softly "I am going to hurt you."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des Des walked into the clearing once everyone was asleep making sure not to be spotted by Vis. He walked by the entire lot thinking about them. 'This one's presence is loud and annoying, like a bickering family.' He thought as he passed by Alula. He looked into the tent of Kelvin and Furnace. 'This one's head is too busy and the other feels warm, yet somehow cold.' He walked into Separ's tent and stared at him. 'This one can think of only one thing, what is he to do when that purpose is filled.' Finally he walked into the tent of Carver. 'This one is protective and comforting, like the sun.' He then laid next to Carver, the only presence that didn't bother him, and fell asleep.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Time for you to wake up." Furnace woke to the strange melodic sound of chirping. Kelvin was still asleep next to him so he carefully crawled out of the tent. He had dreamt that night. Not just words but lights and visions. "Something big. Something proud." These words echoed in his mind when he stared into the smouldering remains of the camp fire. Furnace rubbed his forehead while scanning the tent, Alula was nowhere to be seen. He wondered why he wondered these things, and why he felt the need to touch his head. Looking around Furnace also noticed Carver sitting in the grass looking at the bright orb of energy rested on hills in the far distance. So peaceful the man sat there in silence. Furnace sat down beside him and stared at the sunrise with him. He'd seen the thing before, high in the sky and falling slowly. Then it would rise again later. Furnace began to assume this always happened. Furnace liked the idea. To have a ready supply of light and warmth from time to time. And the waves of energy laced in the rays of light, woven so brilliantly made the source a sight to behold. He thought back to the energy he'd see wave of Carver some time ago before they had slept. Looking at the patterns he confirmed his earlier guess that their nature was the same. Furnace broke the silence. "It's beautiful isn't it?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou "?!?!" It took almost all of her self control, not to fling herself up in shock, as Suki woke up. The dream she had during the night was disturbingly vivid. Well, the emotions she felt were vivid, the actual content of the dream somewhat hazy. Glancing around, she noticed that she was lying down in a tent, with the sun's rays piercing through the thin fabric of the tent. Yawning lightly, she gracefully slipped out, before stretching. Looking around, it appears they had moved from the ruins of the town, into a hopefully safer clearing. While carefully on guard against anyone, she noticed the gnome nearby. Although it was an amusing idea, she forgone the option of teasing it. She didn't feel up for tempting anyone just yet.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis had not slept well and night had turned to day in a disorientating blur of exhaustion and periodic wakings ups in during the night. Though he was sure that he must have gotten at least some sleep because he remembered waking up a lot, and having stage dreams. He looked like crap. His eyes were bloodshot and his good one turing violet from the redness and it's natural blue and he was slumped over, his eyes only barely open and seemingly unregistering. Vis felt his eyes start to creep shut but he willed them to stay open, 'only a few more minutes and i wake up the paladin' he thought to himself, forgetting he had already woken him up, Vis looking up and grimaced, it was day and he had slept horribly. He sighed and felt Khat stir in her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Vis, she was still asleep on his laps, it appears he hadn't moved all night. Khat wasn't one for good mornings, "Why do you look like shit?" she asked, Vis simply sorted, not even taken aback by the child's foul language. His hands went around his head shakily and tightened his scarf, she mimicked him, "I had a weird dream." Vis didn't registering what she said, "hello?" she asked, waving a hand in his face, he snorted in acknowledgment, "not a morning person..." she mumbled.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver awoke from his dream with a start. He rubbed his face, blinked his eyes, confirmed in his mind that he was indeed awake, that yes, this was real and what he'd just seen had been fantasy. There was a picture emblazoned on his arm, a strange symbol he couldn't recognize from any of his learning. That was from the dream, but if that was still there, then...? There was something else, too, a sensation that had stuck with him. Weightlessness. Alula. Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe. There was a sight he wasn't quite prepared for. There was a child curled up next to him, fast asleep, a small, frail thing who obviously hadn't slept in a bed in a long while. He wondered for a moment where the child had come from, and then concluded that it didn't matter. Perhaps he was another survivor, perhaps he was an urchin. What mattered now was that he was clearly alone, and tired, and had come to Carver seeking protection. The paladin lifted his blanket and spread it over the child, taking great care not to wake him. When the time came for his watch, Carver stepped outside the tent dressed in the plain linen clothes he'd been wearing under his armor yesterday. He took up position where he could see the sunrise peeking over the horizon, planted his sword at his feet, and spent a time contemplating her wisdom and beauty in silence. The silence was broken a great while later, when the rest of the party began to awaken. He was content to leave them to their morning rituals until the gnome came to sit next to him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The knight smiled softly. "She is. She loves each of us, you know. That is why she blesses us with her radiance. We are all children of the sun."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at Carver like he couldn't understand a word he said. She. Love. Bless. Children. Sun... "Who is the sun?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had slept fantastically. It was the gentle sounds of the world around her, as well as the irritating sunlight piercing through her shut eyes, that finally awoke her. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms up above her with a soft grunt. And as she stretched her arms up to the sky the grass she had slept in moved too. She looked around, blinking the sleep out of her hazy eyes. The events of the previous day were rather unclear to Alula. She remembered joining the group of adventurers, of whom which seemed to have set up camp here. The events of the battle between them and the horde of creatures was nothing more then a hazy feeling, like watching the events unfold from behind dirty glass. The voices filled in the blanks for her, explaining that they eventually had to flee the area. They then tried to bring up the No good dangerous and rotten Paladin but she silently begged them to stick to the facts. And then there was the coming of the moon. And she had barely gotten away from the group before she changed. Alula found herself exhaling with relief. There had been a group of raiders, whom she was able to cunningly outwit. And from then on she had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the moon and recharging. She confirmed with the voices that this was all they had done in the night, which they confirmed. Good. No one had been hurt. She looked over to her side, noticing her staff laying out in the grass an arms length away. Well at least they made one thing easy for her, but she was still upset about her hat being lost. Everyone else was beginning to wake up around her as well. Hopefully everyone else slept well too. She yawned again, stretching out her spine and pulling her staff closer to herself. She could hear her companions having conversations, but they felt so far away despite being so close. And the sunrise was burning her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem "A celestial body." Arastoph piped up, intervening on the conversation; and hopefully end the religious conversion before it began. Worshiping the light was cute and all, but what kind of man would he be if he let the knight take advantage of a little boy like that? Er-- gnome. How old was the wee guy anyway? Regardless, Arastoph had one thing that the others didn't: a formal education befitting of a noble (perhaps, with time and money, Arastoph could make himself a noble in due time - imagine that!). "Telescopes, the creation of which prompting due thanks to the world's scientists, can allow you to look at the stars and see they are like that of the sun. Granted, we do not know what they are made of yet, but I doubt their making is magical or divine." The trader tipped up the wide-brimmed hat he had scavenged last night, revealing his face from the shade it offered. Light bags formed under his eyes. Nothing severe, but he had spent the whole night doing little more than closing his eyes. A man like him can not sleep among strangers, especially as suspicious of him as they were. Granted, he fared it better than most would, but it didn't make the experience any more pleasurable. He found that there were a couple of people that had joined their crew amidst the night. A young boy, and a girl. Assuming that the watchman had not grown lazy and fallen asleep, he had let them in, indicating he recognized them. Their party was larger than Arastoph had first anticipated. With larger groups come greater solidarity and variety of perspectives. A larger group was much more difficult to manipulate, but assuming he can get just a few to trust him, he should be well off. Even if the monkey and pious knight didn't. "I believe we are better off accepting that there are beneficial consequences of its product, like of the trees, than to humanize it... but that's just my take on it. Decide what you will, wee one."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki's attention was perked up by the man who seemed to be wearing a rather familiar hat. Which made little sense, as she did not recognize the man himself. However, a new male, was a new person to tease. Getting into the mood to play around, she walked over, until she was next to the man talking about celestial bodies. "My, you're quite the knowledgable one aren't you?" Asking in that usual sultry tone of hers. As she was voicing her question, she 'absentmindedly' leaned in, with her cloak opening slightly, allowing a slight view of her bountiful chest.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Celestial body. The voice had used the word celestial before. To describe frightening creatures from other worlds. Furnace attempted to follow the man's words, but as many of them were alien he drew some hasty conclusions. "Good thing there's these telescopes. This place would be dark and cold without those light sources in the sky." The sleepy girl had awoken and confirmed the man was knowledgeable. So furnace asked his questions. He pointed at the big orange orb lazily escaping the mountain-peak's grip and slowly ascending. "The impressive one is the sun? Cause I can see what that's made off."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s> <\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible. "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns." He asked, thinking aloud.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to? The boot was worth more than she was! "Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again." Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself. "...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken." 'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.' In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town. 'What a shame; we were almost finished.' Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins. "Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?" "I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed. "From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound. Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags. Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry. Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work. It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval. "We will take these things to 'that way', right?"</s>

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<\|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\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman turned his head towards Emily "Listen here, I don't care for Neural network whatevers darling, but if your that instant then fine, you can monitor the ship to check for any damage reports. If any aliens get in here though, you may need backup. My backup." He looked at Jack "You look like your a pretty good fighter, how about whilst I'm guarding the ship here, you can lead the team." He threw her an ear piece "use this to contact me, if you need to." He gathered up his folder and held it under his arm and he tapped his ear piced "This is Soloman Creeks, can you read me? Good," he said, the captain of the convoy was contacting him "Yes we're almost ready, we'll take of in 7 mins, approximately. Soloman Creeks over and out!" He turned to the crew "You heard me, get going!" he ordered, exasperated "Meeting adjourned!" He saluted to the crew and marched out of the room to the cockpit and punched in the co-ordinates. He sighed to himself "I can't wait to see what happens to these imbeciles!" He chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack just tossed the earpiece back to him. "Don't need it. All my comm hardware is built in. Keep your trinkets." She smirked a bit as he left, presumably off to go do whatever it was that self-important blowhards did to earn their keep. Taking a deep breath, she looked around at the group still in the room. "Well, that briefing told us a lot, just not much about the mission. Still, there are things we can do to prepare for it, as best we can. First up, if I'm going to be leading the team, I need to know what equipment we have and that it's working right. I'd like a status report on any shuttles or interceptors we might have, along with their weapons, armor, flight specs, the like. If we're running bodyguard for a convoy, then we might have to use them if we encounter any problems while en route. Beyond that, while I don't think support staff is going to have to fight at all, it would still be a good idea to keep a weapon handy just in case something DOES go FUBAR. I'm not talking a pocket knife people, carry a gun." Pausing to think, she turned to Brian. "If we need to go planetside, you're coming along and you're waiting in the shuttle, unless they've got tissue paper for armor. We don't need you getting shot, but we need you handy if someone needs immediate attention. Now, last question I had but didn't get a chance to ask..." with a mental command that her neural implants reacted to, she opened a comm to Soloman. "Since I'm really doubting that we're going to try to land on a couple of gas giants, would you care to tell us what moon or satellite of Jupiter we're headed to, and which moon or satellite of Uranus we're going to be dropping the ammo off at?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior Brian opened his mouth and protested against the Robo-cop chick Thats a absolutely horrible plan. If I stay inside of the shuttle and something goes wrong your not just going to "Pull the injured person 50 miles to the medic". I may be a medic but I can defend myself! He protested. their was no way he was going to sit in a shuttle while everyone else gets the glory. He signed up to save lives. not sit down in a shuttle and count how many seconds until they get back!. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She turned her gaze to him. "First up, if we're going to be 50 miles from the touchdown point, we'll just move the shuttle. Second, if you take a bad hit we have NOBODY to patch you up. You wanna save lives? You'll have an easier time doing it if you're not dead. You think your training as a medic is going to be enough to keep you safe out there?" She walked forward, towering over him. "I was a trained soldier with field experience before they blew me into bloody chunks and our techs put me back together in this thing." She knocked on her chest for emphasis, the metal thunking sound filling the room. "We don't have the luxury of having backup medics, so until that changes I'm not putting you at more risk than I need to. If you can't follow that order and stay on the shuttle, then you can stay here on the ship. You're no good to anybody dead, and I'd rather trained soldiers who know the risks go down there as opposed to some hot-headed kid with more enthusiasm than sense." She shifted her weight on her hips and crossed her arms. "So which is it gonna be, are you gonna stay on the shuttle like you're told, or am I gonna have to leave you here on the ship?"</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian savior flinched and stepped back a bit once the Metal person knocked on her chest, She was actually scary in a way, like. that one drill sergeant who takes his job A bit too seriously. His voice stuttering and scared, He answered her I..I..I think I'll just..stay on the shuttle A Part of Brian wanted to protest back and bark at her, but another much more Smarter part of him told him to shut up unless he Hates having his teeth inside of his mouth. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She grinned, not in a sarcastic or mean way, but actually seeming relieved. "Good. I realize it doesn't feel like you'll be doing as much, but you'll be a lot more useful to us there than on the frontlines." She crouched down in front of him, bringing herself to eye level. "Don't get me wrong, what you do is useful, but that's exactly why I'm trying to keep you safe. If someone gets hurt, we're going to need you, and you can do a lot more good when you're not filled with bullet holes. What we need is a doctor, someone to patch us up, not another grunt running around and getting shot at." She stood up, giving him a sincere smile. "Let us go and get hurt. It's our job to take the stupid risks, and if we didn't have people like you waiting to put us back together we would have lost a lot more people by now. Let's face facts, our captain?" she nodded her head in the direction that Soloman had walked off towards. "he seems like an idiot. I don't expect that we'll be getting good orders, so there's a good chance that he'll put us in situations where we wind up injured. As long as he's running the show, I need to know that there's SOMEONE kept in reserve who has their head on right. It's not so much if, but WHEN we get hurt, we're going to need someone on hand who knows how to put all the parts back in the right places." She leaned backwards, flexing her back, the movement somewhat incongruous with her mechanical form. "I know it probably feels like you're sitting on the sidelines, but the best thing you can do to help is to stay safe and be ready if we need medical attention. From what I read of your dossier, your strength really is focused on medicine and healing, and so it only makes sense to play to that. People like you? You could very well save more lives than any of us soldiers, but only if you're alive to do it."</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt "Also," Alfred added, feeling a little sorry for the young medic. He knew how terrifying the more experienced troops could be. "We could use someone on the shuttle's sensor array to get an overall view of the battlefield. Just to let us know if someone's sneaking up on us or trying to escape. If you want to help, stay on coms with us and give reports on enemy positions."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was a bit shaken by the captain's outburst, and was visibly quivering a little. It's okay, it's okay. He's not going to beat you. You just have to follow your orders, she told herself, quivering continuing. She was a neural networks operator, she shouldn't be getting into the shit she is with the captain. To distract herself, she began searching through the Admin Deck to find out what Jacqueline had wanted to know. "W-We have," She begins, "We have four light dropships, one of them disassembled, only one of them fueled, but the others can be fueled up relatively quickly. We have one heavy dropship, not fueled but once again easy to fuel. We also have twenty interceptors, as well as five bombers. The bombers carry standard payload bombs, but we also have a payload of napalm and cluster we can deliver. Armour is light on the attack craft, obviously, or they'd just drop out of the air." Emily's voice was shaky, still a bit scared of the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior the sudden change in Attitude was pretty sudden, the anger subsided and left, well uh..thanks very much He thanked the two people, he didn't exactly know what to say about the Captain. He had this Aching feeling that He would cause something bad to happen. really bad. Brian decided to sit down on a wooden crate that looked like a Cinder block or two was thrown at it...or a hundred. The Metal person's Speech was still in Brians head. for once he was going to save lives..instead of dreaming about it. but that captain..he was going to do the opposite. Something about the captain scares me. he looks like he's fresh out of College He added, He really didn't trust the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman tapped his earpiece "Hello? Yes I read you. We are ready for take of." He pulled a lever and The Infinity rose off the ground. "All systems are go." He smiled he was back in the air. "Captain over and out." He looked over the th empty seat next to him. Mark's seat. "Don't worry Cappy, I'll make this mission worth the crew!" He laughed and then spoke into the intercom "Right-ho, crew, we have taken off," he said, in a commanding tone "so you had better started planning the escort whilst we're on Uranus!" He sighed. This crew was harder than he thought. He left the ship to pilot itself and he visited the bridge. There he could monitor the goings on of the planning of the escort mission. When he heard Brain 'fresh out of collage' remark, he yelled so loud they could probably hear it in the breifing room. "How dare he call me 'fresh out of collage'!! I'm 29 years old for Christsake! I'm probably going to need something to hit now!" He then added "Maybe that Neural Networks punk!!" He silently chuckled.</s>	<\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack nodded. "Alright, let's get the heavy dropship gassed up. If it does turn out that we have to deploy into a hot area, we need that option available." She turned her attention towards Brian. "You read the Captain's dossier? I'd be happier if he was fresh out of college, from what I can tell he got grandfathered into his job because of the guy training him." She paused for a moment to blow a strand of hair out of her face. "A guy who got killed, so in my eyes the fact that he learned from that person doesn't mean all that much. That's exactly why I want to keep you safe, as long as we're working under this yahoo's orders, there's a good chance some of us are coming back injured. I don't think he has any clue what he's doing." She rolled her eyes as her biomechanically enhanced senses picked up on the captain's response, before activating her comm to Soloman again. "People are gonna call 'em like they see 'em, so if you want respect start acting in a way that deserves it. Now I'm asking you again, what moons or stations are we landing on? I need to know what kind of gravity and terrain to expect, since there's obviously no way we're landing on a Jovian planet." She turned off her comm. She sorely wanted to continue and tear a strip off her new CO, but so far he had only SOUNDED extremely incompetent, and until he actually proved that fact there wasn't a lot she could do. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the briefing room. "Other than fueling the heavy dropship, I want a quick overview of the med bay so that we know what options we have if someone gets hurt." She looked pointedly at Brian. "I don't want to find out at the last second that we don't have the tools to properly fuse a broken bone or anything. From what I know of this class of ship, I expect it to be fully stocked, but with a captain like this I want a second opinion from someone who actually knows what they're doing." Looking around at the ragtag group before her, she gave a stern nod. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the cargo bay setting up my weaponry. Keep me informed of any updates. Dismissed." Ducking her head, she turned and walked out of the briefing room before once again opening a comm to Soloman. "I'm also going to need an ETA on our arrival at whatever Uranus facility we're headed to, whenever you could kindly answer any of my mission-relevant, important questions that you're so far ignoring."</s>
<\|description\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: -Light armor suit for the vacuum of space and other hazardous environments. Limited temperature control and oxygen storage suitable only for short duration in harmful situations. Low protection from impact and ricocheted bullets as well, but unable to stop a direct hit. Also equipped with magnetic fasteners for maneuvering in zero-gravity. -A shrapnel shotgun with a six-round clip, suitable for dealing antipersonnel damage in the close confines of a spaceship, yet not so strong as to break holes in the bulkheads. -A fusion torch and soldering rods for cutting and repairing. Included in the kit is a cooling tool to rapidly seal the molten solder. -Packs of chemical explosive gel. High-tech plastic explosives for breaching and general destruction. -Flash, gas, concussion, and shrapnel grenades with set with either a timer or remote detonation. Position on Infinity: Technician and Demolitions Reasons they joined The Infinity Alfred has no personal vendetta against the alien race, but is rather fighting for adventure and a large salary. Bio Alfred grew up in his father's workshop, covered in grease and metal shavings, and loving every moment of it. He picked up a wrench as soon as he could hold one, and brought an internal combustion engine for his first-grade show-and-tell. When he was twelve, Alfred started as the junior member on a pit crew for a rookie driver, and won his way to fame as the driver took second place in the NASCAR sprint. He won a scholarship to a prestigious school in Massachusetts, and met with a recruiter while in his second year. Dropping out of school, and filled with adventurous spirit, he was on the first shuttle to the fleet's training base on Mars. After the required 6 months of training, he shipped out on assignment as junior technical officer, and received a field promotion when the senior officer died in a firefight. Alfred was wounded in a later battle, and returned to Earth for a 12-month medical leave. Other: -Due to the amount of tools under Alfred's supervision, he carries a small satchel strapped to his back containing the fusion torch, soldering rods, cooling tool, and chemical explosive packs. The grenades and remote detonator are attached to a bandolier across his chest. -The grenades need to be programmed before throwing, taking about 10-15 seconds per grenade.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks "Aaaaaaaaah!" Gasped Soloman as he jerked upwards in his bed. He just had that dream again. The dream where the only real parent he ever knew Captain Mark Brown of The Infinity, died in an alien raid. He would know, he was there. When Mark died he gained control of his ship. He quickly got out of bed, the scar on his chest from the raid Mark died in throbbed like hell. "Better get changed, so I can meet those new recruits. Let's pray the're not as idiotic as the last bunch." In about 10 minutes, Soloman managed to get changed. The day the new recruits came in was allways the worst day of his life. He hated them all, they usually thought they were in for a run life of adventure. He had seen enough death to kno that there's no such thing. He marched over to the intercom in his room to make a message. "Wake up, crew." His low husky british accent rang out all through The Infinty. "I expect you all to be in the briefing room in 15 minuets. Captain over and out." Gathering up his folder he marched to the briefing room and placed his folder on the table on his little stage, his face the image of to much self confidence, perversion, and a general jerk-like nature.</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>
<\|description\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: -Light armor suit for the vacuum of space and other hazardous environments. Limited temperature control and oxygen storage suitable only for short duration in harmful situations. Low protection from impact and ricocheted bullets as well, but unable to stop a direct hit. Also equipped with magnetic fasteners for maneuvering in zero-gravity. -A shrapnel shotgun with a six-round clip, suitable for dealing antipersonnel damage in the close confines of a spaceship, yet not so strong as to break holes in the bulkheads. -A fusion torch and soldering rods for cutting and repairing. Included in the kit is a cooling tool to rapidly seal the molten solder. -Packs of chemical explosive gel. High-tech plastic explosives for breaching and general destruction. -Flash, gas, concussion, and shrapnel grenades with set with either a timer or remote detonation. Position on Infinity: Technician and Demolitions Reasons they joined The Infinity Alfred has no personal vendetta against the alien race, but is rather fighting for adventure and a large salary. Bio Alfred grew up in his father's workshop, covered in grease and metal shavings, and loving every moment of it. He picked up a wrench as soon as he could hold one, and brought an internal combustion engine for his first-grade show-and-tell. When he was twelve, Alfred started as the junior member on a pit crew for a rookie driver, and won his way to fame as the driver took second place in the NASCAR sprint. He won a scholarship to a prestigious school in Massachusetts, and met with a recruiter while in his second year. Dropping out of school, and filled with adventurous spirit, he was on the first shuttle to the fleet's training base on Mars. After the required 6 months of training, he shipped out on assignment as junior technical officer, and received a field promotion when the senior officer died in a firefight. Alfred was wounded in a later battle, and returned to Earth for a 12-month medical leave. Other: -Due to the amount of tools under Alfred's supervision, he carries a small satchel strapped to his back containing the fusion torch, soldering rods, cooling tool, and chemical explosive packs. The grenades and remote detonator are attached to a bandolier across his chest. -The grenades need to be programmed before throwing, taking about 10-15 seconds per grenade.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian savior flinched and stepped back a bit once the Metal person knocked on her chest, She was actually scary in a way, like. that one drill sergeant who takes his job A bit too seriously. His voice stuttering and scared, He answered her I..I..I think I'll just..stay on the shuttle A Part of Brian wanted to protest back and bark at her, but another much more Smarter part of him told him to shut up unless he Hates having his teeth inside of his mouth. Conundrum</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) She grinned, not in a sarcastic or mean way, but actually seeming relieved. "Good. I realize it doesn't feel like you'll be doing as much, but you'll be a lot more useful to us there than on the frontlines." She crouched down in front of him, bringing herself to eye level. "Don't get me wrong, what you do is useful, but that's exactly why I'm trying to keep you safe. If someone gets hurt, we're going to need you, and you can do a lot more good when you're not filled with bullet holes. What we need is a doctor, someone to patch us up, not another grunt running around and getting shot at." She stood up, giving him a sincere smile. "Let us go and get hurt. It's our job to take the stupid risks, and if we didn't have people like you waiting to put us back together we would have lost a lot more people by now. Let's face facts, our captain?" she nodded her head in the direction that Soloman had walked off towards. "he seems like an idiot. I don't expect that we'll be getting good orders, so there's a good chance that he'll put us in situations where we wind up injured. As long as he's running the show, I need to know that there's SOMEONE kept in reserve who has their head on right. It's not so much if, but WHEN we get hurt, we're going to need someone on hand who knows how to put all the parts back in the right places." She leaned backwards, flexing her back, the movement somewhat incongruous with her mechanical form. "I know it probably feels like you're sitting on the sidelines, but the best thing you can do to help is to stay safe and be ready if we need medical attention. From what I read of your dossier, your strength really is focused on medicine and healing, and so it only makes sense to play to that. People like you? You could very well save more lives than any of us soldiers, but only if you're alive to do it."</s> <\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt "Also," Alfred added, feeling a little sorry for the young medic. He knew how terrifying the more experienced troops could be. "We could use someone on the shuttle's sensor array to get an overall view of the battlefield. Just to let us know if someone's sneaking up on us or trying to escape. If you want to help, stay on coms with us and give reports on enemy positions."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Scarlet Emily was a bit shaken by the captain's outburst, and was visibly quivering a little. It's okay, it's okay. He's not going to beat you. You just have to follow your orders, she told herself, quivering continuing. She was a neural networks operator, she shouldn't be getting into the shit she is with the captain. To distract herself, she began searching through the Admin Deck to find out what Jacqueline had wanted to know. "W-We have," She begins, "We have four light dropships, one of them disassembled, only one of them fueled, but the others can be fueled up relatively quickly. We have one heavy dropship, not fueled but once again easy to fuel. We also have twenty interceptors, as well as five bombers. The bombers carry standard payload bombs, but we also have a payload of napalm and cluster we can deliver. Armour is light on the attack craft, obviously, or they'd just drop out of the air." Emily's voice was shaky, still a bit scared of the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Brian Savior the sudden change in Attitude was pretty sudden, the anger subsided and left, well uh..thanks very much He thanked the two people, he didn't exactly know what to say about the Captain. He had this Aching feeling that He would cause something bad to happen. really bad. Brian decided to sit down on a wooden crate that looked like a Cinder block or two was thrown at it...or a hundred. The Metal person's Speech was still in Brians head. for once he was going to save lives..instead of dreaming about it. but that captain..he was going to do the opposite. Something about the captain scares me. he looks like he's fresh out of College He added, He really didn't trust the captain.</s> <\|message\|>Name Soloman Creeks Soloman tapped his earpiece "Hello? Yes I read you. We are ready for take of." He pulled a lever and The Infinity rose off the ground. "All systems are go." He smiled he was back in the air. "Captain over and out." He looked over the th empty seat next to him. Mark's seat. "Don't worry Cappy, I'll make this mission worth the crew!" He laughed and then spoke into the intercom "Right-ho, crew, we have taken off," he said, in a commanding tone "so you had better started planning the escort whilst we're on Uranus!" He sighed. This crew was harder than he thought. He left the ship to pilot itself and he visited the bridge. There he could monitor the goings on of the planning of the escort mission. When he heard Brain 'fresh out of collage' remark, he yelled so loud they could probably hear it in the breifing room. "How dare he call me 'fresh out of collage'!! I'm 29 years old for Christsake! I'm probably going to need something to hit now!" He then added "Maybe that Neural Networks punk!!" He silently chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Hammer (Goes by Jack, her callsign is, predictably, Jackhammer) Jack nodded. "Alright, let's get the heavy dropship gassed up. If it does turn out that we have to deploy into a hot area, we need that option available." She turned her attention towards Brian. "You read the Captain's dossier? I'd be happier if he was fresh out of college, from what I can tell he got grandfathered into his job because of the guy training him." She paused for a moment to blow a strand of hair out of her face. "A guy who got killed, so in my eyes the fact that he learned from that person doesn't mean all that much. That's exactly why I want to keep you safe, as long as we're working under this yahoo's orders, there's a good chance some of us are coming back injured. I don't think he has any clue what he's doing." She rolled her eyes as her biomechanically enhanced senses picked up on the captain's response, before activating her comm to Soloman again. "People are gonna call 'em like they see 'em, so if you want respect start acting in a way that deserves it. Now I'm asking you again, what moons or stations are we landing on? I need to know what kind of gravity and terrain to expect, since there's obviously no way we're landing on a Jovian planet." She turned off her comm. She sorely wanted to continue and tear a strip off her new CO, but so far he had only SOUNDED extremely incompetent, and until he actually proved that fact there wasn't a lot she could do. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the briefing room. "Other than fueling the heavy dropship, I want a quick overview of the med bay so that we know what options we have if someone gets hurt." She looked pointedly at Brian. "I don't want to find out at the last second that we don't have the tools to properly fuse a broken bone or anything. From what I know of this class of ship, I expect it to be fully stocked, but with a captain like this I want a second opinion from someone who actually knows what they're doing." Looking around at the ragtag group before her, she gave a stern nod. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the cargo bay setting up my weaponry. Keep me informed of any updates. Dismissed." Ducking her head, she turned and walked out of the briefing room before once again opening a comm to Soloman. "I'm also going to need an ETA on our arrival at whatever Uranus facility we're headed to, whenever you could kindly answer any of my mission-relevant, important questions that you're so far ignoring."</s> <\|message\|>Brian Savior Got it. thanks for the pep talk Brian told the mechanical woman, smiling and gotten up and headed over to the dropship. If he was right each drop ship had a tiny medbay, he walked over to the fueled Heavy one which he thought the group would be taking and walked inside of it The room was futuristic with seats on both sides. the group was red and their was a tiny white door leading to a small room. he walked in their and it almost didn't have anything. their was Bandages for Brute injuries. Burn Cream for burns. a medicine that helps people breath known as Dalexian. it can also stop blood lose and easily fix lungs and its counter part. he frowned Dalexiam a lethal injection that kills people almost instantly Why was this here? it was also right next to the Dalexian. No doubt someone would mistake them and accidentally kill someone. a drug which can eliminate toxins. a drug called Hyperzine which made people hyper. and Tramadol. oh god not Tramadol. it was a useful but highly addictive pain-killer. he heard stories of people ramsacking hospitals just to get a Tramadol fix. He silently prayed he would never have to use them but they were everywhere. their was literally a entire cabinet full of it, he didn't have very much to work with either. Maybe enough for 3 or 4 people?, and he looked towards the surgery equipment and almost immediately frowned. It was pretty much empty except for a Rusted Scapel which can no doubt give someone a infection. A drill..not a surgical drill but a actual Carpentry drill. a Circular saw which had a battery missing. a Hemostat which for once. was in good shape. a wielding torch. a goddamn wielding torch. a retractor and a bone settler which was in good shape. He ran out and checked all of the other drop ships. they all had the same equipment. he didn't even have Anesthesia. he gotten out of the dropship heading towards the briefing room. Working with these kinds of tools will likely do more harm than less, he walked back into the Briefing room, and into the captains room interrupting him Captain. the dropships Medical supplies are horrible!. theirs a CARPENTRY drill instead of a Surgical drill!. You have to do something about this before we leave. theirs absolutely no way I can help anyone with the current stuff I get!</s>	<\|message\|>Alfred Vanderbilt Alfred felt a little lost after the meeting adjourned. The others had gone off to complete various tasks, checking medical equipment, piloting the ship, or setting up personal equipment. Everything Alfred needed was either in his satchel or locked safely away in his cabin. A walkthrough upon arriving had confirmed the positions of repair equipment on the ship, and it looked like everything was fully stocked. Supply kits were stationed in important locations, with basic repair tools included. Alfred wouldn't need to use the tools provided, of course, as he always carried his with him. If they were going to be landing on an open area like the planetary or lunar surface, everyone's personal oxygen supplies would have to be checked and extended, if possible. He would also have to find a new weapon. His shotgun was suited for close quarters, but lacked the range and firepower to necessary for an open fight. The one thing this ship was missing was a proper armory; it seemed like everyone carried only their personal weapons. Sure, there were supply rooms for the missiles and heavy cannons used by the Infinity and her dropships, but no armor or weapons were available for personnel use. Alfred opened a communication channel with their mission leader, the bio-mechanical weapons specialist. "Greetings, ma'am. I realize it wouldn't be in your department to provide weaponry for the crew, but I was hoping you could help me locate an assault rifle or other semi-automatic weapon suited for open-terrain combat. My weapons are suited more for close-quarters combat, and it sounds like this mission might be the opposite."</s>
<\|description\|>Kel Varni Appearance: Age: 30 Gender: Male Birth Place: Orguis Weight: 180 lbs Height: 5'8" Personality: Kel likes to help people, but often does this more to improve or help himself more than for more humanitarian reasons. He likes to learn about the physical world, and can be very logical at times. This has lead to him having an interest in many academic areas, including chemistry, physics (Newtonian given the tech level), psychology, and philosophy. While he would rather not use his abilities to hurt people, he will defend people if they need him to. Bio: His uncle had used Water wielding to sense where the water was near the surface in the desert, and Earth Weilding to create wells in the area for the nomads that lived nearby. That lead to one of the governments in the area hiring him to produce wells in the city. One day while Kel was eight he was pretending to be an Earth wielder, using some of his uncle's old gloves, and some of the sandy soil near him moved. His uncle trained him, and when he was fourteen he started helping his uncle dig wells. When he was seventeen, while meditating near one of the fields, he found he could sense the minerals in the soil. With the help of his Uncle's girlfriend, an Earth Wielder in the city guard, he learned to fertilize soil and made a decent living helping the local farmers. Several years later, he was out in someone's field meditating, fixing the soil nutrients, when a group of bandits attacked. During the battle he got knocked down and had his meager Earth wielding counteracted by an Earth-wielding bandit. As the man approached him, he saw a poisonous snake near the man's leg. He hoped the man would get bitten and, a few seconds later the man started yelling, and jumped away from him. The man started screaming about a snake biting him and left to find the medic. He knew then that he must be a mind wielder, but unfortunately for him, there weren't any in the city. He needed to go somewhere else to learn, so he traveled to Ladria to learn from the best wielders in the land. He's been at the academy for just over a year. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Duel Element(s): Earth: Well dig: Creates a cylinder of stone .5 meters in diameter, which he lifts out of the Earth. He uses this mostly to strength train. Earth quake: Shakes the ground, breaking it under his opponents and knocking nearby people down. Geokinesis: Throws rocks at enemies or blocks attacks with rock. Sandstorm: rapid moving sand moves around him, obscuring the enemy's view of him. Mind: Creepy crawly attack: The enemy thinks that they were bit by a snake, stung by a scorpion, or something else from the area that is poisonous. Weapon: Arming sword (for bandits), bow & arrows (for hunting)</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Just as the tips of Nova's fingers brushed the surface of the water, a voice from behind her caught her attention. She turned her head to face the stranger, smiling warmly before returning her attention to the snake in the water. "There's always an exception, this one might just be lonely." Acting a little more cautiously before, Nova hesitated with her decision to touch the snake, leaving enough time for the boy to toss a rock at the creature. It was tough to tell what surprised her more, the fact that the snake wasn't real, or that its non-existence was proven by another advanced Wielder. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered into the clear liquid, a small laugh escaping her chest. "That certainly explains a few things." She commented to herself, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her hands on her knees. "A pleasure to meet you Olivier, I'm Nova. Nova Blake." She smiled and extended a hand in greeting, simultaneously scanning the area about them. "The climate is much different than Galio, isn't it?" She asked with a sigh, already starting to miss her home. There were times when Nova would be mistaken for a psychic because of the things she could tell about people, but it wasn't like there was a big trick to any of it. She could tell the man sitting across from her was from Galio because it was where she grew up, and the man emanated the feeling of the home she missed. Mind beginning to wander again, Nova shook her head and reached back into the pool of water, splashing some of the water on her face to cool down. "This place must be huge if they're giving us 48 hours to escape it... I wonder how many people are going to waste the first night sleeping." Nova was beginning to formulate a plan of action as she sat downstream from the waterfall, thinking back to all she had learned about jungles in the past. Temperatures between night and day weren't significantly different, at least not usually. But the absence of the sun was bound to be a big help and so she decided to pace herself through the first 24 hours without sleep then nap just before the end. Nova had opened her mouth as if she were going to speak again but quickly snapped her head up and to the side, watching in slight horror as a blue fireball raced in their direction. Without thinking, Nova leapt forward and grabbed Olivier by the arm, yanking him sideways into the water to avoid being struck by the blue flames. "Why the hell are they chucking those at us, we weren't doing anything." The look in her eyes was sad, but quickly shifting into anger. Disconnecting the stone from her choke collar and unclipping her gauntlet from their position on her scythe, Nova expertly fit the stone into place and slipped her right hand into the glove. "I hate these gauntlets so much." She growled under her breath, pushing herself back up to a standing position.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail Standing in the back of the crowd, Abraham observed that from what he could tell he was the oldest student in the crowd, and probably the poorest. So many nobles who bought their way in to the school stood there, their emblems shining brightly in the hot sun. He saw this as an advantage, as he was probably the most experienced student there and also most of them were probably very soft and spoiled living their entire lives with anything they wanted a finger-snap away. When the old headmaster said that any means were acceptable to win Abraham grinned. Perfect. The teachers duel was pretty impressive, and he especially paid close attention to the woman. She was a wind wielder, and so was he. He heard that wind wielders were quite rare, so he was glad there would be someone who would be able to teach him to master his wind-wielding skills, even though he would probably spend most of his time studying under the dual-wielding teacher. He was a bit upset by her loss, but the other guy was a dual-wielder so it was quite unfair. Once the tournament begun, most of the students rushed into the forest eager to gain an advantage over the rest. Fools. They would just get lost, or worse. He realized that since this would be quite a challenge, he should probably find some powerful allies for this journey. He looked around at the few students who were still waiting. These are the smarter ones. He was searching for someone who looked like he would make a strong ally, and then he saw him. Two years back Abraham got into some serious trouble with a local gang. He owed them lots of gold, and they gave him a week to get it. If he would fail to bring them the money, they would kill him, simple as that. He thought for some time of his options. He wouldn't run for they would surely find him, and there was no way he would manage to steal that amount in a week's time. Then he remembered the rumors of a man who could get anything done for you - for a price. He was known as The Contractor. Abraham got very interested in this man, and so he managed to set up a meeting with. Abraham told the man that he wanted a certain gang to "vanish". In return the man said he wanted 7 years of Abraham's life - one for each life he would need to take. Abraham decided it was well worth it, and signed that deal in blood. He never heard of the gang again. And there he was two years later, The Contractor himself. He saw that The Contractor and him were probably the only ones here with connections to the Underground and the Black Market, and decided that he had found his ally. He saw The Contractor walk into the forest following a young woman. Abraham followed him. When it started getting hot he used his wind power and gave himself a nice breeze. He started getting thirsty, and was happy when he saw The Contractor and the girl he was following had stopped at a lake and were now talking. Abraham was about to reveal himself to them, when suddenly the girl pulled The Contractor into the water and a blue fireball struck the exact spot where the two were kneeling a second before. Abraham felt the heat from a few meters away. He dropped to a crouch in the bushes, waiting to see how the next moments will unfold.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was quite surprised at the discovery, not as much that the girl was from the same state as he was, but that she could trace him back there. During his life, he had only met two space wielders so far, and neither could do tracking quite like that. And track wielding it was - the girl was probably not aware of his infamy; otherwise, she'd be much more reluctant to offer her friendship. "Nova... beautifully suggestive name. It is, indeed, quite unlike home. But when we will be mercenaries, we won't have the luxury of fighting in bearable weather, so this place is a mixed blessing of sorts. And I full heartedly agree that stopping for the night is a horrendous idea. Not only is finding a suitably safe place for a shelter a waste of time, but whomever has endurance pitiful enough not to endure two days of sleeplessness scarcely deserves to enroll." As he was talking, glancing at the thoughtful girl, she yanked him by the arm with surprising force, pulling him into the water. A ball of blue flame passed right over them. Dismayed by the wetness of his new garments, but thankful for Nova's good reaction times, Olivier helped himself up and her aswell. "I believe some hot shot new guy fails to make a difference between being able to kill other students for strategy and for kicks. Either way, we shall deal with him as he deserves." Saying such, Olivier set himself into fighting position, which for dark users like himself meant eyes half squinted and the gloved hand waving arcane symbols. The next blue fireball that came their way turned black slowly on its trajectory, withering away into nothing. This was a rarely used technique of Dark Wielding - a Dark Wielder could intercept the creations of other wielders, corrupt them, and fade them away, similar to a functional counterspell. It was rarely used because the energy it took for the Dark Wielder to counter the opposing ability was roughly 50% higher than that expended by the aggressor, which rendered countering all but useless in attrition or long battles. However, since dark wielders themselves were quite rare, Olivier was hoping the student who attacked them simply didn't know those facts, and would be intimidated by what he just did. Also, rather than taunt him, The Contractor spoke thusly, intending to make the situation as little bothersome as possible: "Beyond being outnumbered, out-supplied, and likely out-sustained by us, since you've been yanking those balls of blue mild heat for a while now - it's pretty audible - you're attracting enough attention to yourself that you're only going to get even mre outnumbered, out-supplied, and exhausted soon. Do yourself and us both a favor and get lost. I assure you we won't follow, it's too wasteful." After this longer taunt, Olivier scanned the area, both for previously unnoticed threats and other fireballs. He saw an unusually short middle-aged man with shoddy clothing approaching them, and after a second, crouching between a bush to avoid the fusillade of flame. Recognition dawned on him. "Oh, greetings. I quite recount you, albeit not your name, to be completely honest. Arguillan, debtor, mayhaps? Don't bother hiding, by the way, the guy that's targeting us will be out of steam soon."</s>	<\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel watched as a girl tried to touch the illusory snake. She won't last long that way. he thought, only to see another kid, a Darkness wielder, show up and prove his illusion a fake. Interesting. He listened to them talk, when another student came up to them and started throwing fire balls. Too enthusiastic. If he doesn't learn to conserve his energy and know when to use it, he'll exhaust himself and be unable to finish, much less battle his way out of the jungle. He continued to wait and listen, thinking of a way to alter the situation to teach them a lesson. The Darkness Wielder seemed to be the only one that had enough sense to make it at the academy, but how would he react if he saw his enemy in trouble? Would he take advantage of it, and strike the man down, would he help the man, and try to turn him, or would he leave him to his fate, perhaps using the situation to escape? When the other man approached, he realized that his opportunity had come. The elder man knew nothing of this situation, and wasn't hostile to either side. He would test them to see how they dealt with hostiles. There was a variety of ant in the area that was quite large and would swarm when disturbed, attacking any animal in the area, including humans. Placing his hand on the ground, he created a small quake in the ground, careful not to use too much energy. A few seconds after it happened, he focused on everyone he could see and made them see a swarm of ants coming from behind the fire wielder. If things worked the way he hoped, they would band together to fight the swarm. He would alter the illusion as they interacted with it, hopefully keeping it realistic enough that they didn't realize it was a fake. It would use a lot of his energy to do this for long, but it should be worth it.</s>
<\|description\|>Rhiannon Jones Appearance Her right eye is now a dimmer colour than her left, a small scar above her right eyebrow visible to the observant. Age: 24 Gender: Female Weight: 50kg/110lbs Height: 5'3" / 1.6m Place of birth: Ladria Personality: Cautious cheerfulness. That is the most accurate near-oxymoron with which to describe Rhiannon's temperament. She buzzes with energy but exudes very little of it, always active in speech and mannerisms but with a measure tone. With her speech she adopts an optimistic approach, focusing on positives where appropriate but she will not shy away from speaking unfortunate or unavoidable truths. Especially if ignoring them would be detrimental to the situation or patronising. Rhiannon is also generous and thoughtful but not to a fault; she will help others but is not one who easily puts others before herself. Bio: Born and raised in Ladria, Rhiannon has always had the famed Rohad Academy prominent in her consciousness. While it did not dominate her early life, her parents had no expectations or predispositions for her to attend the Academy nor did she have a burning desire to do so, her childhood was certainly influenced by its presence. People came to Ladria for the sole reason of joining the Academy, or trying to, and that affected the community that lived around the Academy as well. As a young girl she often 'played Wielders' with other children in her locality, such was the infusion of culture from the Academy that it affected their earliest years. Things changed a little when she, and a few others, discovered that they actually had the power and the group was split into haves and have-nots. They went to different schools and walked in different circles, occasionally muttering a greeting in the street as they passed; almost-forgotten memories rising unbidden to the surface and making even a short encounter awkward. Rhiannon grew up into a teenager with an athletic build, her fiery red hair and winning smile making her quite the target of affection for numerous classmates, especially the boys. Her foreign, lyrical sounding accent made her something of an exotic although she had been born and raised in Ladria while her parents had not. During these years she realised her affection for her own gender as well as men and became more comfortable with her own person, garnering a local fame for the confidence with which she intimately interacted with men and women. News spread that Rhiannon was being put forward for Rohad Academy and, unlike some of her peers, she had a strong chance of entering the prestigious Academy. Very few from her neighbourhood were accepted to Rohad despite its proximity due to their low levels of talent and her local celebrity status rose further. Which was why the events shortly before her entrance to the Academy became an infamous matter; never spoken of openly. All that is known is that Rhiannon left school as per normal and only returned home early the following morning. People speak of the girl's once fiery nature as having been extinguished, her eyes clouded with a new darkness and her trusting nature replaced by a deep unease when in a crowded place. Certainly, Rhiannon is slower to speak openly on matters of some controversy than she once was and is less brazen but she still has her cheerful nature; it is just tempered with caution now. Her sharp blue-green eyes no longer shine so brightly, her right eye especially showing a faint milky-white glaze synonymous with blindness and a now almost healed scar can be seen just above her right eyebrow. Away from her old life, Rhiannon shows signs of returning to her old self but the healing process will take time and safety, both of which she is unlikely to receive with events unfolding as they are. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Single Wielder Element(s): Rhiannon is a wielder of the water element and no other. Her personality matches some of the characteristics of water: flowing easily between moods without sharp, swift changes; calm and gentle or rough and raging; solid and unmoving like water when frozen. Her mastery of the element is still a work in progress. She cannot yet alter the temperature, and thus the form, of water but feels that particular ability is nearly within her reach. Currently she compensates for this by utilising the force of flowing water for defence rather than relying on the rigidity that ice might offer in the future. For offence she can simply use the crushing force of fast flowing or large volumes of water or focus it into a tight jet of high pressure, as if like a blade. Beyond the utilising of the basic properties of water Rhiannon has no specialised or unique abilities. Weapon: A plain, functional wooden quarterstaff as well as her wielding.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova closed her eyes as instructed and allowed herself to be led along through the steam that the fire had been reduced to. There was so much going on around them that Nova was beginning to feel overwhelmed, her extra sense of the world working against her. Exhaling slowly, Nova shut it down as best she could, deciding to rely on the Dark Wielder for the moment. Just when she thought they were out of the woods, that the Fire Wielder was beaten, the boy showed he had at least one more trick up his sleeve. Blasting them with another fireball, Nova stared at the darker flame with complete horror. She had never seen anything of the sort, but she had certainly heard of it. Her father was still training to achieve the black flame, something he didn't seem close to quite yet in his life. Feeling the impact with her weapon, Nova's eyes welled up with tears, the blade of the scythe disintegrating before her eyes. "Jerk." She hissed, slamming the now soft weapon on the ground at an angle, breaking off the 'infected' portion. She was left with a decent portion of the shaft, but she knew the weight distribution would be too different for her to use it effectively in a fight. As she stared at the useless weapon the space around Nova seemed to get heavier, like a foot pressing a rock into the dirt. It was only temporary, however, and Nova was unaware of the subtle shift that she herself had just caused in her anger. Clipping what was left of her weapon to her back, Nova popped the joints in her neck to calm herself down. "I am the bigger person... I will make the responsible decision..." She muttered to herself, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nope. No, I'm going to punch him in the face." Nova growled, marching forward in the direction the Wielder had jumped.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian "Now now, you really should be thankful none of that reached your skin. The scythe shielded you well. While... sentimental value might never be properly restored, I promise I'll come with you and shop for a new one once we're back in civilized lands." Olivier told Nova, stopping her from her angered trot. "As for our shoddy berserker, I have a way to keep him in check." Olivier closed in on the water wielder that was pinning down their foe, and smirked ever so slightly at her remark. He'd once known a water wielder that could blood wield, and he knew just how rare they are. Anyhow, her on-the-spot thinking was to be applauded. "I must applaud your performance. Quite a display of... haphazard destruction. By the way, I'm Olivier Chian, and delighted to meet someone so proficient. As for our little idiot, I have something more... safe than mere taunts prepared for him." Smiling from ear to ear, Olivier took out a small piece of paper and a pencil and started writing a contract. It didn't have the shock factor of using blood, but the girl's mention of blood wielding brought back unpleasant memories. In a minute, he was done, and handed the pinned fire wielder the sheet of paper, which had the following scribbled on it: "I will not engage in physically violent behaviour except in the avenue of reasonable self defense, wherefore reasonable is defined as necessary so as to avoid permanent bodily harm, and physically violent behaviour is defined as behaviour that would result in permanent bodily harm to anyone else without them making an attempt at defense. I will abide by those terms for the following 42 hours. Failure will result in the immediate loss of both of my legs." and then a blank space for a signature. Then, Olivier engulfed his second and middle fingers of his right hand in darkness that quickly took the shape of two long, sharp blades, appearing fluid and flowing in a single direction. "You have one minute to decide whether you sign this and group up with us. If you do not, run away in the opposite direction, back to the start, stay there, and lose your academy entry. If you neither run back nor sign this contract, I will slit your throat. Pick wisely."</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea heard the scuffle a second before she started to run towards it. She didn't know why She had the urge to run towards the danger, maybe because she thought someone was in trouble, or maybe she was just getting bored. Either way, Rhea was kind of excited for the action. She felt her nerves dance, as though her lightning coursed through her veins. By the time Rhea got to the excitement, everything had been settled. She broke through a pair of bushes with her two chain whips and her gauntlets on, they looked white hot, and if anyone listened, they would be able to hear lightning crackling through them. Rhea surveyed the situation, a man, surrounded by a woman who pinned him down. Another woman who looked pissed. And a man who wielded two blades of shadow. Rhea hissed, the fight may have stopped, but she was ready to start it up again. "What the hell are you doing to that kid?" She asked, and she twirled her whips slowly. Her eyes were fierce, like her father had taught them to be. She watched the others eyes, and considered throwing up a water shield. "If he was causing you trouble, you should tie him up and leave him, what you're doing is idiotic. I thought we were training to be the good guys." She pressed her lips together, a bit angry with their moral decisions. If these people were going to be the ones to save the country, she would have to move to a new continent.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear The vortex of flame dispersed once Adeen no longer felt the flames of the other boy around her. "Whew, that was closh - I mean close," she said, correcting her lisp. Being inside the vortex made her blind to the situation outside, so she was surprised to see the boy who made the pretty blue flame pinned to the ground, surrounded by other people who looked really annoyed. Especially that woman with the smoking, melted walking stick - she looked like her mom did when she burnt one of the family heirlooms by accident. Another woman stepped in, and Adeen could hear the sound of birds chirping. Oh, wait, that's lightning isn't it? Bleh, I don't like lightning, she thought. To her, lighting was flashy and hot, but it wasn't as flashy and warm was fire. Yeah, fire really is the best. The girl shook her head to clear her thoughts. Right now, what was more important was helping the guy with the pretty flame. He looked like he was being bullied, and it looked like they were trying to drive him away. If they did that, she would never learn how he was able to make his fire color blue! Adeen thought of the best way to help him. A second passed and she reached the inevitable conclusion on how to best assist Lao. One word: It started with an 'F' and ended with an 'e'. Grinning to herself, a bright flame burst from underneath Lao, consuming the young man in searing hot flames - well, hot to anyone who was touching him, anyway. Adeens control was truly marvelous, such that she could make it so only the things she wanted to be burned would burn. So though Lao was covered in flames, all he would feel was a mild heat, some difficulty in breathing, and perhaps a bit of itchiness. To everyone else however, it was a flame like any other.</s>	<\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones It seemed like the drama at the river was attracting a great deal of attention, just as Rhiannon had predicted. Unfortunately, the new arrival was getting entirely the wrong idea and assuming that the Fire Wielder she had pinned to the floor was the victim in the situation, rather than the aggressor. The first to arrive was someone who was clearly a Lightning Wielder, the crackle emanating from her gauntlet unmistakable. She immediately accused them of being both under-aggressive and over-aggressive. "We're simply defending ourselves and educating him on the benefits of teamwork. Tying him and leaving him here will mean someone will kill him while he's defenceless. That would make us murderers even if we didn't commit the actual act. Especially as a lot of nobles would love the chance to kill a commoner with no penalties." She turned her attention back to the young man and slowly released her grip as a show of good faith. "There's a lot of water around here in this jungle so don't forget who has the advantage." She warned. Just as she spoke fire erupted from the ground underneath, targeted at her. The Fire Wielder seemed unharmed and Rhiannon's attention was drawn towards the young girl who also wielded Fire; it was clear she was behind this. Leaping back she almost entirely avoided the flames but was forced to roll as embers set fire briefly to some of her clothing. It was easy to stamp out but left uncomfortable levels of heat around her knees and lower arms. "Let's all just calm down, okay!" She said loudly, holding her hands up in a peaceful gesture. "Fighting amongst ourselves just lowers our chances of succeeding in this trial. It's clearly designed to cause infighting so let's not fall into that blatantly obvious trap and work together, at least until we're out of the jungle, okay? That or I suggest we go our separate ways before this turns into a bloodbath."</s>
<\|description\|>Rhiannon Jones Appearance Her right eye is now a dimmer colour than her left, a small scar above her right eyebrow visible to the observant. Age: 24 Gender: Female Weight: 50kg/110lbs Height: 5'3" / 1.6m Place of birth: Ladria Personality: Cautious cheerfulness. That is the most accurate near-oxymoron with which to describe Rhiannon's temperament. She buzzes with energy but exudes very little of it, always active in speech and mannerisms but with a measure tone. With her speech she adopts an optimistic approach, focusing on positives where appropriate but she will not shy away from speaking unfortunate or unavoidable truths. Especially if ignoring them would be detrimental to the situation or patronising. Rhiannon is also generous and thoughtful but not to a fault; she will help others but is not one who easily puts others before herself. Bio: Born and raised in Ladria, Rhiannon has always had the famed Rohad Academy prominent in her consciousness. While it did not dominate her early life, her parents had no expectations or predispositions for her to attend the Academy nor did she have a burning desire to do so, her childhood was certainly influenced by its presence. People came to Ladria for the sole reason of joining the Academy, or trying to, and that affected the community that lived around the Academy as well. As a young girl she often 'played Wielders' with other children in her locality, such was the infusion of culture from the Academy that it affected their earliest years. Things changed a little when she, and a few others, discovered that they actually had the power and the group was split into haves and have-nots. They went to different schools and walked in different circles, occasionally muttering a greeting in the street as they passed; almost-forgotten memories rising unbidden to the surface and making even a short encounter awkward. Rhiannon grew up into a teenager with an athletic build, her fiery red hair and winning smile making her quite the target of affection for numerous classmates, especially the boys. Her foreign, lyrical sounding accent made her something of an exotic although she had been born and raised in Ladria while her parents had not. During these years she realised her affection for her own gender as well as men and became more comfortable with her own person, garnering a local fame for the confidence with which she intimately interacted with men and women. News spread that Rhiannon was being put forward for Rohad Academy and, unlike some of her peers, she had a strong chance of entering the prestigious Academy. Very few from her neighbourhood were accepted to Rohad despite its proximity due to their low levels of talent and her local celebrity status rose further. Which was why the events shortly before her entrance to the Academy became an infamous matter; never spoken of openly. All that is known is that Rhiannon left school as per normal and only returned home early the following morning. People speak of the girl's once fiery nature as having been extinguished, her eyes clouded with a new darkness and her trusting nature replaced by a deep unease when in a crowded place. Certainly, Rhiannon is slower to speak openly on matters of some controversy than she once was and is less brazen but she still has her cheerful nature; it is just tempered with caution now. Her sharp blue-green eyes no longer shine so brightly, her right eye especially showing a faint milky-white glaze synonymous with blindness and a now almost healed scar can be seen just above her right eyebrow. Away from her old life, Rhiannon shows signs of returning to her old self but the healing process will take time and safety, both of which she is unlikely to receive with events unfolding as they are. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Single Wielder Element(s): Rhiannon is a wielder of the water element and no other. Her personality matches some of the characteristics of water: flowing easily between moods without sharp, swift changes; calm and gentle or rough and raging; solid and unmoving like water when frozen. Her mastery of the element is still a work in progress. She cannot yet alter the temperature, and thus the form, of water but feels that particular ability is nearly within her reach. Currently she compensates for this by utilising the force of flowing water for defence rather than relying on the rigidity that ice might offer in the future. For offence she can simply use the crushing force of fast flowing or large volumes of water or focus it into a tight jet of high pressure, as if like a blade. Beyond the utilising of the basic properties of water Rhiannon has no specialised or unique abilities. Weapon: A plain, functional wooden quarterstaff as well as her wielding.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea smiles playfully as she listens to what Olivier says. She looked behind him at Nova, and waved politely.She considered what Olivier said, and her smile curved slightly. She wanted to know, and she didn't want to seem like a total tool. "Hmm. My curiosity overwhelms my sense of moral. Explain these gloves to me." She replied, nodding and looking at Olivier. At the angle she viewed him from, he looked rather handsome. His face was nice enough, and his posture showed confidence. Yet, as Rhea found herself thinking this, she also thought of his personality. He was an ass, and he was overconfident. He was probably a playboy too. She could never like a man like that, so she forced her eyes away, staying on the path. "What else do you know? You must have learned a lot, I'm sure." She asked, her voice distant. She had a lot of new questions now, and she was trying to sum them all up. "My biggest question is how do we wield? How was it coded into our genetic makeup? I don't know what I'd do if I found out that question. It's one of the many things that bugs me."</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova glanced back up the trail at Olivier, who had managed to get a good few feet away while they had been walking. "Afraid I'll et lost?" She grinned and laughed, jogging a few steps to close the distance before slowing back down to a slower pace again. As the Fire Wielder approached from behind, Nova turned her head and shot him a pouting glare, a look not much unlike that of a child who had found out they'd been lied to. She couldn't go as far as to say that she hated the boy, she was mature enough to steer away from such childish feelings, but Lao had seriously upset her and she was not about to forget him. "He seems perfectly capable of surviving this jungle challenge on his own. Does he have to follow us?" She growled, purposely addressing everyone else besides him while staring him down. She truly wanted to travel with allies, she had never had any before and it was exciting to her... But she didn't know how far she could go being followed by someone so mean. Thinking on it, with the amount of energy expelled during his attack, he might have to rest for part of the night, something she knew she wasn't going to do. I can wait until then. When he stops, I'll leave him behind." She thought to herself, turning her gaze to the path up ahead of them, actively searching for traps set out by other students.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian So Rhea was not really that much of an extremist. Sigh. When push came to shove, people forgot all about things such as compassion for the dead. Not that Olivier thought that was a bad thing. "The genetic mechanism for wielding is a very complicated and long-winded subject, I do not believe we could exhaust it here, and it might be more distracting than anything. I will tell you about the gloves, however." As he said that, he met her gaze, and it seemed like the girl was measuring him up. How funny. Olivier had never relied on charm before, but, thinking about it now, it was a tool in his arsenal. Mmmno... too cringe worthy... he won't go there. "When you wield, there is a constant feedback loop between your body and the environment. It just so happens, because of the multitude of gateways and ki vertices in your palms, that that is the place hardest to control the incoming flow from. In other words, your palms absorb much more energy than needed, in an erratic fashion. When trying to wield, that is, pull at energy with your willpower without a glove, if the technique you're using is very advanced, you run the risk of changing energy while it is in flux within your body, simply because you don't know it's there. This backlash can completely wreck both your nervous system and your ki pathways." Olivier glanced back for a second, to ensure that Nova was keeping pace. When she assured him that she won't get too far away with a rhetorical, she resumed his explanations. "This is why we have the gloves. Each emblem has a different core, which absorbs ambient energy while we are wielding so as to ensure we don't accidentally wield what is within our bodies. For a lightning wielder, if I remember correctly, the core should be a highly purified natural magnetic stone. For a dark wielder, the core is river amber with a perfectly preserved insect inside - enough so that its soul is trapped therein. They are literally weakening us to make us easier to control. As for how we came about this discovery, it wasn't death by wielding per se, but everyday, mundane death. For thousands of years, our physicians have been chopping off the freshly deceased to better understand how the human body works, and that gave us the mapping of our ki pathways." Everything Olivier said was true, if slightly incomplete, due to the time constraints. Turning back once more, he saw the idiotic flame wielder, the little girl and the water wielder making their way from behind. Nova expressed her annoyance at this, and he was feeling in kind. Rhiannon seemed strong enough to keep an eye on him, even though Olivier still thought it would've been much more efficient if he just made a contract to be absolutely sure that no shady business was taking place. But, whatever, the others wouldn't let him for some unknown reason (maybe they really had a death wish) so the point was moot. "We will not befriend each other. But alas, I'm not going to strike you down where you're standing. But don't forget, Lao." Saying that, Olivier raised his open, gloveless left palm, making a ball of brilliant black fire appear within it. "One more foolish act and you'll have more to worry about than lack of legs." Of course, Olivier couldn't actually wield black fire. He was wielding regular fire and then applying dark wielding to the color to make it look legitimate (kind of like food coloring). But whatever he had at hand to avoid a future needless conflict, he'd use. The flame went out as quickly as it was conjured.</s>	<\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon suspected that the group was not okay with bringing Lao along and cursed her sentimentality; how had she forgotten that the boy had actually tried to burn them to a crisp? Of course, they had all lived through the attack with nary a scratch and yes he may have been misguided in enacting his class irritation but that hardly changed the facts. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, weighing up whether in actual fact it would be more beneficial to decamp at night with the others and leave him behind. She knew no one else would trust him and they would make no headway if they were constantly expecting a fireball to the back. Still, for now at least they needed to act as a group. The first hours would be the most dangerous, with the highest chance of encountering another student in the jungle. Once they had spread out it would become far more unlikely to end up in a pitched fight; the hot heads would have wiped each other out and only those focused on the end goal of passing the test would win. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced at the group again, chewing her lip before speaking. "I know this is a bit out of left field but... what if this test is evaluated on how long it took us to get out of the jungle? Maybe the headmaster simply encouraged the in-fighting to weed out those unsuitable for the Academy in the early stages and there's no fixed number of potential applicants? He only ever mentioned a time limit as the criteria for this test." Rhiannon was largely musing out loud now, speaking slowly as she worked her way to a relevant conclusion while thoughts buzzed around her head and she attempted to select the relevant ones. "I... think what I'm trying to say is that we're clearly not going to work as a group. Most of us want to tie up and leave Fireboy - I mean Lao - here. It certainly lowers all our chances of beating that time limit if we're all expecting a fireball in the back at any moment. I know you promised not to but, no offence, I don't know you at all besides the recent events and that's not much to go on." She looked to the others and spread her hands, shrugging. "So I think a compromise is in order? The larger our group, the less chance we'll be distracted or interrupted by any of the idiotic hot-heads - sorry Lao - lashing out at everyone simply because they were allowed to. They'll all kill each other off by the end of the first day while those remaining will either be the strong ones or people who are more intent on passing this test than testing out their powers." She licked her lips nervously as she came to the crux of the matter. "...So in the end, the best solution for us is to travel as this group until nightfall. We can then re-evaluate the situation and see whether it is worth continuing as we are or splitting up if the large part of the danger has passed. I believe that's probably the best strategy... for all of us." Then the redhead stopped speaking and looked down at the ground, shuffling her feet. "Unless... anyone else had thought of something else?"</s>
<\|description\|>Nova Blake Nova has jet black hair that reaches the small of her back when wet and sharp, crystal blue eyes. Age: 25 Gender: Female Birth Place: Galio Weight: 145 lbs Height: 5'9" Personality: Nova is the oddball of her family, the dreamer amongst warriors. She is extremely intelligent, however her interest in the bigger picture often causes her to miss the small things, thus making her sound like an airhead to strangers. Much like a child, Nova is incredibly caring and abnormally trusting, but to betray her is a mistake. When frightened or upset she has a tendency to explode, both verbally and physically, a fuse that isn't often tripped but best left untouched. Ontop of her trusting personality, Nova becomes incredibly curious about the strangest of things and easily consumed with her distractions. Bio: Nova grew up in Galio with her parents and two older brothers, her father (a soldier) being the only wielder in the family line. In the early years of her childhood, Nova showed no signs of being a gifted wielder but her father wished for his children to be able to defend themselves in the case of a foreign invasion. Being much smaller than her older brothers, Nova adapted to a style of fighting quite unique to her agile abilities. It wasn't until she turned 8 that her parents noticed Nova's increasing distractability, her mind drifting to places the rest of her family oculd not follow. They kept an eye on her, expecting it to be a temporary condition, however in the following two years they discovered she was gifted. Unlike her father, Nova's element was much less tangible, more of a second sight than anything usefull. By the age of 15, however, Nova was able to predict celestial events and locate objects in rooms other than the one she occupied. Finding her abilities intriguing, Nova's father spent more time helping her train her abilities as a wielder, leaving her brothers to train alone. It took seven long years for anything major to happen, but once that seal had broken, it was as if Nova had gained a necessary understanding of her element allowing her to advance through her self-training more quickly. Now, at the age of 25, Nova has decided to travel to the city of Ladria in order to attend Rohad Academy, hoping to learn the necessary skills to push her abilities to the next level. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Wielder Element(s): Space (Some she has developed, others are for the future.) * Gravity Nullification: (Undeveloped) Nova has the ability to nullify the effect gravity has on particular objects, rendering them virtually weightless. The bigger the object, the less effect this ability has on it. For example, Nova cannot change the gravitation pull on a building enough to lift from the ground however she can leap great distances (or "fly") by altering her own gravity. * "Sixth Sense": (Developed) She has a knack for finding things, people included. There are times when Nova has to concentrate to find a particular object or person, but most times she can give a location within seconds of inquiry. The bigger the object, the easier to find. Moving objects require concentration but difficulty is still determined by size of requested object. * Dimension Bending: (Undeveloped) Used as a method of protection, Nova can bend the space around herself(or another) to become "untouchable". With an extremely short time limit of one mintue(at best), attacks appear to veer around the protected object. What's actually happened is the object has entered a pocket dimension, whose creation has caused a disturbance on the plane it originated from. Attacks slide along the same space as intended, however the space it should be inhabiting has been shifted around the object in question. Paired with an extremely short time limit, this ability causes great strain on the wielder's mental and physical state. Use of this ability by a weaker wielder can result in serious injury or coma. Weapon: Scythe</s> <\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the already damp cloth, then squeezed it out. Even though he'd been here for a year, he still couldn't get used to the Jungle. The heat wasn't a problem, he'd lived in such heat all his life, and even fought in it. It was the humidity. Even sweating didn't do anything, as it couldn't evaporate. I should find one of the air wielders among the first years and get them to make a little wind to cool me off. Either that, or go for a dip at the waterfall. Yeah, that would work, he could go swimming in the nearest fresh water supply. Of course, he was here to try and test the first years. He wasn't sure if it was allowed in the rules or not, but it was tradition. And the first test he had in mind was to see if they were willing to fight for their own survival. They were training to be mercenaries, after all. After the speeches and fight were over, he sneaked over to a nearby rock and moved it out of the way. Behind it he had hidden a cave, the same cave he had used to move around during his first year. He lit a torch and moved the rock back in place. If any of the first years were decent Earth Wielders they'd be able to find the cave too, but he wasn't going to make it easy on them. He walked down the cave, only bothering to kill the animals that tried to attack him, so that anyone who followed him wouldn't have too easy of a time. The air in the cave quickly cooled him, and he was able to make better time than the people on the surface. Several hours later he exited behind the waterfall, an exit he had actually made his first year, as this cave ran near a branch from the waterfall's cave, and stood there, waiting for the first years to appear. As soon as he saw one, he focused on them, and put an image in their mind of a large water snake crawling beneath the surface, one of several varieties of constrictors that lived in the local water ways. He also did the same with several others to insure the rumor would spread. After that, he sat down to rest and watched the first years, to see what they would do.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones The fight between the teachers came to an end, the shifty looking man the victor. Rhiannon blew out between thin lips, unimpressed with the woman's loss. Or rather, angry that the person she had instantly preferred out of the two had been defeated. Many around her seemed awed by the fight, and in a way she was as well, but she was more focussed on giving herself an advantage for the trials ahead. Her wielding glove glowed slightly as she searched for traces of water, building a small map in her head from what scant information she could gather from the results. She was one of the few in the crowd who could not display an emblem proudly; her coat was plain. It amused her that an emblem was meant to mark one out but in that sea of faces, the lack of an emblem made one more distinguishable than those display one. Then it was time for the trial, the headmaster leaving with the two teachers he had arrived with. With the start of the entrance exam, as it were, there was a moment of silence with no one really sure what to do. Then students and teachers rushed into the jungle en masse, as if burning off their energy reserves in this heat would help them. Rhiannon rolled her eyes, sitting on a rock as she contemplated her next move. She only had her Wielding glove, like the other applicants, and was somewhat missing her quarter staff. Although she no longer needed it, having regained most of her physical and mental sure-footedness after the event a week ago, she had grown used to carrying it and have it near. The polished wood had even become a source of comfort, like a prized possession. Shaking her head, she rid herself of such thoughts and focused on her immediate situation. A few others had stayed in the clearing, some of them too afraid to move while others looked merely nonchalant. She deduced that the latter were probably previous students or, like her, had some experience with adverse weather conditions. Of course, she was a Wielder of the water element so she would have little trouble in finding, or creating, sources of water for herself. That said, there was plenty to be found in a jungle anyway if one knew where to look. "I suppose that's enough of a head start. They should be suitably lost by now." Rhiannon said to herself before standing up. She rolled her shoulders, loosening her muscles before ploughing into the jungle with all her senses aware. Having been born in a dangerous area full of people she didn't know, the young redhead had a good instinctive feeling for threats and she had sensed immediately amongst the crowd that at least some students liked the opportunity to test their abilities on others. Anonymously. "They wouldn't have the courage to do it out in the open, now would they?" She muttered to herself, approaching a ditch created by a long-ago dried up stream. She did not break her stride, planting her foot heavily onto the very edge of her side of the tiny ravine and hurled herself across the gap with nimble ease, rolling to break her fall and then rising into a measured jog on the other side. "First thing's first, how about some water." She had sensed from their time in the clearing a small source of water, slightly off what was probably a lake or some larger body of water, which few students would go to. Most would simply head for the larger source, or find themselves there by accident. Reducing the amount of contact she had with others seemed like the smartest way to go with this entrance test. She burst into the clearing around the small lagoon, with its waterfall, and noticed she seemed to be the first to find it. A shadow in the water drew her attention and she saw a snake curving its way towards her amongst the mud. Dropping to a crouch she dropped back from the water's edge onto more solid ground and watched cautiously. Unconsciously she flexed the hand with which she word her Wielding gauntlet, ready to toss the snake across the lagoon with a wave. She sensed someone watching her and glanced up to the waterfall but saw no one. Still, it nagged at her and she wondered whether someone else had in fact arrived here before her. "...An illusion? Best not to test it. There's plenty of similar places nearby." She wasn't good with seeing through or beating such tricks and so dropped back into the jungle, leaving the potential mind wielder to the water. Rhiannon wasn't entirely sure whether it was an illusion or not and already regretted the suspicion that was weighing on her mind but in this situation it would be best not to risk anything. She resolved to research mind wielding techniques in the future; if she had been subjected to the power then it had been by a pupil and she had no idea how to break its hold. This trial in the jungle could turn out to be more taxing than she had first thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood near the front of the crowd, her eyes fixed on the old man that was to be her headmaster. Despite his age, Nova could feel how powerful he was, or at least was at one point. It was almost as if she was transfixed on the being, long before he began speaking. She chuckled to herself as he addressed the 'questions' many of the students were supposed to have, Nova never once having any concerns or thoughts to as why they weren't at the academy. During the battle between teachers, Nova allowed her gaze to wander about the other student, who seemed to be paying close attention to the duel. The fact that the murder of fellow students was allowed just to earn a place at the academy was disturbing, especially with the number of students who probably new nothing of real combat. Her eyes slid over the many emblems the others wore, some of family history while others were just emblems of their wielding ability. Nova's hand drifted up to her neck where she had attached her unique emblem to a choke collar, the emblem that signaled she was quite different from the rest. She looked around her, but as far as she could see, she was alone in her element... A fact that was both exciting and depressing to the girl. If the battle scythe clipped to her back didn't make her stand out, the particular emblem certainly would. Lost deep in her thoughts, Nova didn't notice the initiation had begun until most of the students had already taken off. Leaving her and the remaining stragglers, Nova sighed and began walking into the jungle. Unlike other applicants, Nova was not looking around for dangers, but rather taking in the sights of the land, awed by its beauty. She wasn't used to this level of humidity, being from a port town that was always cooled by a sea breeze, but it an interesting new experience for her. Suddenly Nova noticed a beautiful butterfly circling her head, a small creature that looked as if it didn't quite belong with its surroundings. Semi-translucent, the thing seemed to glow as it broke its circle, flying off in another direction now that it had been discovered. Nova smiled and followed after the strange insect, maintaining a slow pace so as not to wear herself out in the process. "Hey, wait. Come back." She laughed, weaving in and out of the overgrown paths of the forest. Stumbling forward, Nova landed on her hands and knees before a source of refreshingly cool water. Eyes bright at the discovery, Nova dipped her hand into the pool, pausing to let the breeze from the waterfall cool her sweat beaded skin. Moving to dip her hand into the water again, Nova froze, locking eyes with a snake that she had not noticed immediately. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion while looking at the creature, having seen something like it before. The edges of its body seemed to glow slightly, like the butterfly she had been following had, seeming off from its surroundings. Suddenly remembered of the butterfly, Nova whipped her head around trying to glimpse it again. Sitting back down, disappointment etched into her face, Nova returned her attention to the snake. "Hello you. You haven't seen a butterfly around here have you?" She asked it with a kind smile, reaching out to see if she could touch the creature.</s>
<\|description\|>Nova Blake Nova has jet black hair that reaches the small of her back when wet and sharp, crystal blue eyes. Age: 25 Gender: Female Birth Place: Galio Weight: 145 lbs Height: 5'9" Personality: Nova is the oddball of her family, the dreamer amongst warriors. She is extremely intelligent, however her interest in the bigger picture often causes her to miss the small things, thus making her sound like an airhead to strangers. Much like a child, Nova is incredibly caring and abnormally trusting, but to betray her is a mistake. When frightened or upset she has a tendency to explode, both verbally and physically, a fuse that isn't often tripped but best left untouched. Ontop of her trusting personality, Nova becomes incredibly curious about the strangest of things and easily consumed with her distractions. Bio: Nova grew up in Galio with her parents and two older brothers, her father (a soldier) being the only wielder in the family line. In the early years of her childhood, Nova showed no signs of being a gifted wielder but her father wished for his children to be able to defend themselves in the case of a foreign invasion. Being much smaller than her older brothers, Nova adapted to a style of fighting quite unique to her agile abilities. It wasn't until she turned 8 that her parents noticed Nova's increasing distractability, her mind drifting to places the rest of her family oculd not follow. They kept an eye on her, expecting it to be a temporary condition, however in the following two years they discovered she was gifted. Unlike her father, Nova's element was much less tangible, more of a second sight than anything usefull. By the age of 15, however, Nova was able to predict celestial events and locate objects in rooms other than the one she occupied. Finding her abilities intriguing, Nova's father spent more time helping her train her abilities as a wielder, leaving her brothers to train alone. It took seven long years for anything major to happen, but once that seal had broken, it was as if Nova had gained a necessary understanding of her element allowing her to advance through her self-training more quickly. Now, at the age of 25, Nova has decided to travel to the city of Ladria in order to attend Rohad Academy, hoping to learn the necessary skills to push her abilities to the next level. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Wielder Element(s): Space (Some she has developed, others are for the future.) * Gravity Nullification: (Undeveloped) Nova has the ability to nullify the effect gravity has on particular objects, rendering them virtually weightless. The bigger the object, the less effect this ability has on it. For example, Nova cannot change the gravitation pull on a building enough to lift from the ground however she can leap great distances (or "fly") by altering her own gravity. * "Sixth Sense": (Developed) She has a knack for finding things, people included. There are times when Nova has to concentrate to find a particular object or person, but most times she can give a location within seconds of inquiry. The bigger the object, the easier to find. Moving objects require concentration but difficulty is still determined by size of requested object. * Dimension Bending: (Undeveloped) Used as a method of protection, Nova can bend the space around herself(or another) to become "untouchable". With an extremely short time limit of one mintue(at best), attacks appear to veer around the protected object. What's actually happened is the object has entered a pocket dimension, whose creation has caused a disturbance on the plane it originated from. Attacks slide along the same space as intended, however the space it should be inhabiting has been shifted around the object in question. Paired with an extremely short time limit, this ability causes great strain on the wielder's mental and physical state. Use of this ability by a weaker wielder can result in serious injury or coma. Weapon: Scythe</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova glanced back up the trail at Olivier, who had managed to get a good few feet away while they had been walking. "Afraid I'll et lost?" She grinned and laughed, jogging a few steps to close the distance before slowing back down to a slower pace again. As the Fire Wielder approached from behind, Nova turned her head and shot him a pouting glare, a look not much unlike that of a child who had found out they'd been lied to. She couldn't go as far as to say that she hated the boy, she was mature enough to steer away from such childish feelings, but Lao had seriously upset her and she was not about to forget him. "He seems perfectly capable of surviving this jungle challenge on his own. Does he have to follow us?" She growled, purposely addressing everyone else besides him while staring him down. She truly wanted to travel with allies, she had never had any before and it was exciting to her... But she didn't know how far she could go being followed by someone so mean. Thinking on it, with the amount of energy expelled during his attack, he might have to rest for part of the night, something she knew she wasn't going to do. I can wait until then. When he stops, I'll leave him behind." She thought to herself, turning her gaze to the path up ahead of them, actively searching for traps set out by other students.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian So Rhea was not really that much of an extremist. Sigh. When push came to shove, people forgot all about things such as compassion for the dead. Not that Olivier thought that was a bad thing. "The genetic mechanism for wielding is a very complicated and long-winded subject, I do not believe we could exhaust it here, and it might be more distracting than anything. I will tell you about the gloves, however." As he said that, he met her gaze, and it seemed like the girl was measuring him up. How funny. Olivier had never relied on charm before, but, thinking about it now, it was a tool in his arsenal. Mmmno... too cringe worthy... he won't go there. "When you wield, there is a constant feedback loop between your body and the environment. It just so happens, because of the multitude of gateways and ki vertices in your palms, that that is the place hardest to control the incoming flow from. In other words, your palms absorb much more energy than needed, in an erratic fashion. When trying to wield, that is, pull at energy with your willpower without a glove, if the technique you're using is very advanced, you run the risk of changing energy while it is in flux within your body, simply because you don't know it's there. This backlash can completely wreck both your nervous system and your ki pathways." Olivier glanced back for a second, to ensure that Nova was keeping pace. When she assured him that she won't get too far away with a rhetorical, she resumed his explanations. "This is why we have the gloves. Each emblem has a different core, which absorbs ambient energy while we are wielding so as to ensure we don't accidentally wield what is within our bodies. For a lightning wielder, if I remember correctly, the core should be a highly purified natural magnetic stone. For a dark wielder, the core is river amber with a perfectly preserved insect inside - enough so that its soul is trapped therein. They are literally weakening us to make us easier to control. As for how we came about this discovery, it wasn't death by wielding per se, but everyday, mundane death. For thousands of years, our physicians have been chopping off the freshly deceased to better understand how the human body works, and that gave us the mapping of our ki pathways." Everything Olivier said was true, if slightly incomplete, due to the time constraints. Turning back once more, he saw the idiotic flame wielder, the little girl and the water wielder making their way from behind. Nova expressed her annoyance at this, and he was feeling in kind. Rhiannon seemed strong enough to keep an eye on him, even though Olivier still thought it would've been much more efficient if he just made a contract to be absolutely sure that no shady business was taking place. But, whatever, the others wouldn't let him for some unknown reason (maybe they really had a death wish) so the point was moot. "We will not befriend each other. But alas, I'm not going to strike you down where you're standing. But don't forget, Lao." Saying that, Olivier raised his open, gloveless left palm, making a ball of brilliant black fire appear within it. "One more foolish act and you'll have more to worry about than lack of legs." Of course, Olivier couldn't actually wield black fire. He was wielding regular fire and then applying dark wielding to the color to make it look legitimate (kind of like food coloring). But whatever he had at hand to avoid a future needless conflict, he'd use. The flame went out as quickly as it was conjured.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon suspected that the group was not okay with bringing Lao along and cursed her sentimentality; how had she forgotten that the boy had actually tried to burn them to a crisp? Of course, they had all lived through the attack with nary a scratch and yes he may have been misguided in enacting his class irritation but that hardly changed the facts. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, weighing up whether in actual fact it would be more beneficial to decamp at night with the others and leave him behind. She knew no one else would trust him and they would make no headway if they were constantly expecting a fireball to the back. Still, for now at least they needed to act as a group. The first hours would be the most dangerous, with the highest chance of encountering another student in the jungle. Once they had spread out it would become far more unlikely to end up in a pitched fight; the hot heads would have wiped each other out and only those focused on the end goal of passing the test would win. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced at the group again, chewing her lip before speaking. "I know this is a bit out of left field but... what if this test is evaluated on how long it took us to get out of the jungle? Maybe the headmaster simply encouraged the in-fighting to weed out those unsuitable for the Academy in the early stages and there's no fixed number of potential applicants? He only ever mentioned a time limit as the criteria for this test." Rhiannon was largely musing out loud now, speaking slowly as she worked her way to a relevant conclusion while thoughts buzzed around her head and she attempted to select the relevant ones. "I... think what I'm trying to say is that we're clearly not going to work as a group. Most of us want to tie up and leave Fireboy - I mean Lao - here. It certainly lowers all our chances of beating that time limit if we're all expecting a fireball in the back at any moment. I know you promised not to but, no offence, I don't know you at all besides the recent events and that's not much to go on." She looked to the others and spread her hands, shrugging. "So I think a compromise is in order? The larger our group, the less chance we'll be distracted or interrupted by any of the idiotic hot-heads - sorry Lao - lashing out at everyone simply because they were allowed to. They'll all kill each other off by the end of the first day while those remaining will either be the strong ones or people who are more intent on passing this test than testing out their powers." She licked her lips nervously as she came to the crux of the matter. "...So in the end, the best solution for us is to travel as this group until nightfall. We can then re-evaluate the situation and see whether it is worth continuing as we are or splitting up if the large part of the danger has passed. I believe that's probably the best strategy... for all of us." Then the redhead stopped speaking and looked down at the ground, shuffling her feet. "Unless... anyone else had thought of something else?"</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen looked around in surprise as the fire around her disappeared. So far, Lao was the only other person she'd seen do that. The other person was herself, of course. Adeen ducked under his arm and stared at him expectantly. She frowned when the man gave his conditions though. She had no problem just following what he asked for - he was teaching her how to make pretty fire after all - but that last one . . . She closed her eyes as they walked and her face scrunched up in frustration as she kept thinking. "Uueh . . . I wanna learn how to make that pretty fire but . . . Mama told me that I should never call anyone Master," she said. "Mama said since imma pwincess - I mean, since I'm a princess - I shouldn't call anyone Master. But that fire is sooooo pretty!" As Adeen was having this little internal debate, gout's of flame sparked into life around her. "Mmn . . . it's so hard to decide! Ah whatever! I'll keep thinking later!" With that, she gave up. Thinking was never her strong suit anyway. Just as she was about to ask Lao more questions, something else caught her eye: Olivier s (Fake) Black Flame. Once again, there were sparkles in her eyes. "Woah~ more pwetty flames!" in her excitement, she didn't even bother correcting her lisp. "How are you all making those pretty fiahs~?! I only know how to make them have shapes and stuff." To demonstrate, Adeen spread her arms like a bird taking flight, and four copies of Adeen made of fire appeared, two per side. The real Adeen, after doing so, giggled and started playing around with her conjured clones, her attention diverted to her clones, who started creating copies of themselves as well. In about ten seconds there were several flaming Adeens who were throwing fire balls at each other, running into each other and causing small explosions, and in general just setting things on fire wherever they stepped. The real Adeen, who was sweating slightly because of excess playing, trotted up to Lao and the others. "Uh, wait, I forgot to ask something! Why did we go into the jungwle? I heard somethin' bout a test and stuff. Is the test going to be in the Academy? I didn't study or anything!" In the background, her clones began playing around everywhere. That was sure to attract attention.</s>	<\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova's head perked up when she heard the kid behind her speaking, at first astonished at the age of the girl but further surprised at her ignorance. Turning her head to look at the child, Nova smiled kindly and motioned for her to venture closer. "Did you space out during the Headmaster's speech too?" She laughed lightly to signal that she was guilty of the same offense. "I certainly hope there isn't a written portion of the entrance exam, I didn't study either. But as far as I know, this is it. Our test is to make it to the other side of this jungle alive and within the time limit given." Nova herself wasn't entirely sure on the workings of the entrance exams for this particular school, but she figured taking things a step at a time would be more beneficial than worrying about the future. Out of the corner of her eye, Nova watched the flame clones play around. How the girl's energy wasn't being zapped by such a display was a mystery to her, but Nova knew that they couldn't keep it up forever before something went wrong. She stopped walking and pivoted to face the beings of fire, exhaling slowly as she concentrated. Nova swiped her hand through the air in front of her, feeling the ripple travel through the clones, disrupting their structure and causing them to fall to the ground as smoldering embers. It wasn't a difficult move for her, considering her target wasn't all that dense, but it drew more energy from her than she had originally wanted to spend. "You should be more mindful of your flames, they'll attract the attentions of unwanted wielders." She sighed before pivoting on her toes, following after the group she had fallen behind.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Just as the tips of Nova's fingers brushed the surface of the water, a voice from behind her caught her attention. She turned her head to face the stranger, smiling warmly before returning her attention to the snake in the water. "There's always an exception, this one might just be lonely." Acting a little more cautiously before, Nova hesitated with her decision to touch the snake, leaving enough time for the boy to toss a rock at the creature. It was tough to tell what surprised her more, the fact that the snake wasn't real, or that its non-existence was proven by another advanced Wielder. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered into the clear liquid, a small laugh escaping her chest. "That certainly explains a few things." She commented to herself, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her hands on her knees. "A pleasure to meet you Olivier, I'm Nova. Nova Blake." She smiled and extended a hand in greeting, simultaneously scanning the area about them. "The climate is much different than Galio, isn't it?" She asked with a sigh, already starting to miss her home. There were times when Nova would be mistaken for a psychic because of the things she could tell about people, but it wasn't like there was a big trick to any of it. She could tell the man sitting across from her was from Galio because it was where she grew up, and the man emanated the feeling of the home she missed. Mind beginning to wander again, Nova shook her head and reached back into the pool of water, splashing some of the water on her face to cool down. "This place must be huge if they're giving us 48 hours to escape it... I wonder how many people are going to waste the first night sleeping." Nova was beginning to formulate a plan of action as she sat downstream from the waterfall, thinking back to all she had learned about jungles in the past. Temperatures between night and day weren't significantly different, at least not usually. But the absence of the sun was bound to be a big help and so she decided to pace herself through the first 24 hours without sleep then nap just before the end. Nova had opened her mouth as if she were going to speak again but quickly snapped her head up and to the side, watching in slight horror as a blue fireball raced in their direction. Without thinking, Nova leapt forward and grabbed Olivier by the arm, yanking him sideways into the water to avoid being struck by the blue flames. "Why the hell are they chucking those at us, we weren't doing anything." The look in her eyes was sad, but quickly shifting into anger. Disconnecting the stone from her choke collar and unclipping her gauntlet from their position on her scythe, Nova expertly fit the stone into place and slipped her right hand into the glove. "I hate these gauntlets so much." She growled under her breath, pushing herself back up to a standing position.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail Standing in the back of the crowd, Abraham observed that from what he could tell he was the oldest student in the crowd, and probably the poorest. So many nobles who bought their way in to the school stood there, their emblems shining brightly in the hot sun. He saw this as an advantage, as he was probably the most experienced student there and also most of them were probably very soft and spoiled living their entire lives with anything they wanted a finger-snap away. When the old headmaster said that any means were acceptable to win Abraham grinned. Perfect. The teachers duel was pretty impressive, and he especially paid close attention to the woman. She was a wind wielder, and so was he. He heard that wind wielders were quite rare, so he was glad there would be someone who would be able to teach him to master his wind-wielding skills, even though he would probably spend most of his time studying under the dual-wielding teacher. He was a bit upset by her loss, but the other guy was a dual-wielder so it was quite unfair. Once the tournament begun, most of the students rushed into the forest eager to gain an advantage over the rest. Fools. They would just get lost, or worse. He realized that since this would be quite a challenge, he should probably find some powerful allies for this journey. He looked around at the few students who were still waiting. These are the smarter ones. He was searching for someone who looked like he would make a strong ally, and then he saw him. Two years back Abraham got into some serious trouble with a local gang. He owed them lots of gold, and they gave him a week to get it. If he would fail to bring them the money, they would kill him, simple as that. He thought for some time of his options. He wouldn't run for they would surely find him, and there was no way he would manage to steal that amount in a week's time. Then he remembered the rumors of a man who could get anything done for you - for a price. He was known as The Contractor. Abraham got very interested in this man, and so he managed to set up a meeting with. Abraham told the man that he wanted a certain gang to "vanish". In return the man said he wanted 7 years of Abraham's life - one for each life he would need to take. Abraham decided it was well worth it, and signed that deal in blood. He never heard of the gang again. And there he was two years later, The Contractor himself. He saw that The Contractor and him were probably the only ones here with connections to the Underground and the Black Market, and decided that he had found his ally. He saw The Contractor walk into the forest following a young woman. Abraham followed him. When it started getting hot he used his wind power and gave himself a nice breeze. He started getting thirsty, and was happy when he saw The Contractor and the girl he was following had stopped at a lake and were now talking. Abraham was about to reveal himself to them, when suddenly the girl pulled The Contractor into the water and a blue fireball struck the exact spot where the two were kneeling a second before. Abraham felt the heat from a few meters away. He dropped to a crouch in the bushes, waiting to see how the next moments will unfold.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was quite surprised at the discovery, not as much that the girl was from the same state as he was, but that she could trace him back there. During his life, he had only met two space wielders so far, and neither could do tracking quite like that. And track wielding it was - the girl was probably not aware of his infamy; otherwise, she'd be much more reluctant to offer her friendship. "Nova... beautifully suggestive name. It is, indeed, quite unlike home. But when we will be mercenaries, we won't have the luxury of fighting in bearable weather, so this place is a mixed blessing of sorts. And I full heartedly agree that stopping for the night is a horrendous idea. Not only is finding a suitably safe place for a shelter a waste of time, but whomever has endurance pitiful enough not to endure two days of sleeplessness scarcely deserves to enroll." As he was talking, glancing at the thoughtful girl, she yanked him by the arm with surprising force, pulling him into the water. A ball of blue flame passed right over them. Dismayed by the wetness of his new garments, but thankful for Nova's good reaction times, Olivier helped himself up and her aswell. "I believe some hot shot new guy fails to make a difference between being able to kill other students for strategy and for kicks. Either way, we shall deal with him as he deserves." Saying such, Olivier set himself into fighting position, which for dark users like himself meant eyes half squinted and the gloved hand waving arcane symbols. The next blue fireball that came their way turned black slowly on its trajectory, withering away into nothing. This was a rarely used technique of Dark Wielding - a Dark Wielder could intercept the creations of other wielders, corrupt them, and fade them away, similar to a functional counterspell. It was rarely used because the energy it took for the Dark Wielder to counter the opposing ability was roughly 50% higher than that expended by the aggressor, which rendered countering all but useless in attrition or long battles. However, since dark wielders themselves were quite rare, Olivier was hoping the student who attacked them simply didn't know those facts, and would be intimidated by what he just did. Also, rather than taunt him, The Contractor spoke thusly, intending to make the situation as little bothersome as possible: "Beyond being outnumbered, out-supplied, and likely out-sustained by us, since you've been yanking those balls of blue mild heat for a while now - it's pretty audible - you're attracting enough attention to yourself that you're only going to get even mre outnumbered, out-supplied, and exhausted soon. Do yourself and us both a favor and get lost. I assure you we won't follow, it's too wasteful." After this longer taunt, Olivier scanned the area, both for previously unnoticed threats and other fireballs. He saw an unusually short middle-aged man with shoddy clothing approaching them, and after a second, crouching between a bush to avoid the fusillade of flame. Recognition dawned on him. "Oh, greetings. I quite recount you, albeit not your name, to be completely honest. Arguillan, debtor, mayhaps? Don't bother hiding, by the way, the guy that's targeting us will be out of steam soon."</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova watched with awe as the next fireball disintegrated before her very eyes, a feat she guessed had to take a lot of energy. Not wanting the man to tire himself out so early on in the game, Nova released the tie that held her scythe to her body and stepped forward. By twisting her body, Nova was able to compensate for wind resistance as she turned the blade vertical (rather than the usual horizontal for slicing). Acting much like a fan, she could not make the flames disappear like Olivier had but instead watched as the fireball dispersed around them, the heat still reaching out like fingers to brush her skin in passing. She stood poised, ready to defend against another attack while Olivier called out to the Wielder responsible for the blue flames. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get hurt, it was just a simulation to weed out those who weren't strong enough for the mercenary life. By this point she had located the source of the attack, the fireballs belonging to a boy in a tree. He appeared to be a few years younger than herself, but proving to be much more dangerous with his wielding. "I was kind of hoping it was another trick by that Mind Wielder." She sighed with a shrug, ignoring the man Olivier seemed to recognize. If Olivier knew the man and didn't attack, she figured the Wielder wasn't much of a threat to them at the moment. Instead she turned her attention to focusing on the Fire Wielder and predicting where his next attack would spout from. An excited laugh filled the air, a determined grin plastered to the Space Wielder's face. "Now this reminds me of home." She said, referring to the sparring matches she often had with her father before he was sent away to fight. So focused on trying to feel out the fire, Nova almost missed the ant swarm that appeared just beyond her target. "Seriously?!" She groaned, unsure of what to do. Nova wasn't equipped with anything that could be considered useful against a swarm of bugs, her scythe was too large and her wielding to elementary. At best she could force them back for a few moments, but recovery in a swarm would be too fast for her attempts to matter. Before Nova could figure out how to handle the creatures, the man in the tree attacked again, this time purposely dispersing the flame in order to cover more ground. Finding herself encircled by flame, Nova spun so that she was back to back with the Dark Wielder. "Now this reminds me of home." She grinned, referring to the sparring matches she often had with her father before he was sent away to fight.</s> <\|message\|>Abraham Grail "I am known as Abra-" Abraham stopped. A ring of fire that came from the same student who threw fireballs before surrounded him and the other two students. As if that was not enough, a huge swarm of incredibly large ants was coming their way. They didn't seem happy. "I will take care of the ants, you two take care of the fire wielder!" Abraham yelled to them over the roar of the fire. Abraham breathed in deeply and then softly but firmly let out his breath in the direction of the ant swarm. A greenish gas poured out of his mouth, and raced toward the swarm, engulfing them in the poisonous gas. That should take care of them. While he was doing that, he noticed from the corner of his eye a little girl who was obviously a fire wielder. She was busy surrounding herself in flames. She didn't seem to be attacking them, so he pushed her to the back of his mind for now. The fire surrounding them did seem to weaken though, so that was a good sign.</s> <\|message\|>Rhiannon Jones Rhiannon had already been backing away from the riverbed when the fireballs started falling, a few thrown towards where she had been crouching. Her position made it easier to back into the cover of the woods without any difficulty. The other two who had arrived at the riverbed, but not noticed her presence, seemed to handle the attack fairly well. A cut above some of the others, I suppose. Although I have nothing to base that on. She watched as a second salvo was defeated by the male of the pair and deduced, from the method of his defence, that he was a Darkness Wielder. The woman had yet to reveal her power but noticed the scythe as she prepared to use it; whatever purpose it had, other than being a scythe, was not clear to the redhead at the time. She had already decided that it was be beneficial to team up with the two defending against the unsolicited attack and in a jungle, especially by a river in a jungle, she as a Water Wielder had the advantage. And he seems to have lost track of me. Excellent. Rhiannon stalked her way through the trees, keeping out of sight while heading towards where she had seen the attacker. As she approached she slowed until her eyes fell once again upon the aggressive fire wielder. Ants were everywhere but her mind was now accepting that a Mind Wielder was around, playing tricks on them, and the Fire Wielder had clearly noticed but was not worried; he had obviously figured out they were an illusion as well. Glancing towards the river, Rhiannon focused, silently gathering a specific volume of water before bursting it forth in a very thin strip like a blade, scything through the base of the tree the Fire Wielder was on and those closest so that they began to fall en masse, leaving him few routes in which to escape. The young girl took a few steps back into the darkness and watched her handiwork, awaiting the next phase in the combat. Hopefully they'll calm down and we can realise that, actually, we'll all be better off just getting out of here together rather than killing each other and then getting dropped by someone else later on.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was relieved that Nova could make do with the flames on her own. It meant he wouldn't have to babysit the rare Wielder up to the finish line. It was also a good sight that all the fighting went well with her. The last thing Olivier wanted on his hands was a shell shocked dreamer. As the shorter man he recognized came closer and started speaking, Olivier remembered the incident. In hindsight, it was a very funny story. He basically semi-randomized eight contracts for Abraham and the seven from the gang, and Abraham came out of it alive, with little more than seven years shaved off his lifespan, by pure chance. He wasn't going to ever admit that, of course. It was also great that the Arguillan offered himself to relieve some of their pressure when the abnormally large ants appeared. Now, Olivier thought it might be another illusion, but you can never be too sure. And, in any case, he had his own problems to worry about - a ring of dispersed flame, encroaching on both him and Nova. The girl poised herself defensively at his back, ready to endure the flames. This was good - she really was starting to trust him a significant amount. Anyhow, the problem at hand was rather easy to evade. While the flames around were too chaotic to counterspell (which requires analysis), he could fade them down enough that they resembled no more than a hot vent or a smoke screen. Then, closing his eyes with a whispered "Close your eyes so loose cinders won't damage them, and follow me, dear." to his companion, Olivier gently took Nova's hand into his own and walked casually out of the smoke, his Dark Wielding extending his senses and allowing him to perceive his environment perfectly, even with closed eyes. Once they were out, Olivier saw a water wielder with heterochromia cutting down trees with strands of water, trying to pick the annoying fire wielder off. She didn't seem too happy about what she was doing, however, which led the Contractor to believe that she, too, saw the pointlessness of all this fighting. Another non-idiot, then. After her tree cutting, she retreated to a darker side of the jungle, with overarching trees. Ironically, it was dark enough that Olivier could see her bright as day, but felt more urgent matters than approaching her were at hand. And, lastly, a child was at the scene, damping what was left of the troublemaker's flames with her own. She reminded Olivier of himself at that age somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Appearance: No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel. Age: 20 Gender: Male Birth place: Galio Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people. Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another. Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born. The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away. A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere. Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel. Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power. Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder. Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways: 1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows. It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided. 2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts. Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood back away from the conflict, watching from a safe distance. With all of the Wielders at each others throats Nova knew that she probably wouldn't stand a chance is they all started fighting again, especially now that her weapon had been destroyed. Poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, she watched with wonder at Olivier's dark and mysterious power. She had never heard of another Wielder with abilities like his, so terrifying and fascinating at the same time. "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." She mumbled to herself with a chuckle, hiding as yet another Wielder showed up, spouting flames where flames should not have been. "This is getting ridiculous." Sensing Olivier's rage, Nova stepped out, hoping to see the situation to a conclusion. She hesitated, looking at the others before rushing off after Olivier, recognizing him as her only ally at that moment. "I'll give you some company." She smiled warmly in an attempt to make him feel better, not liking to see people she considered friends upset.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging. Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep. With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact." She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea. She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen's eyes flitted back and forth between everyone who had gathered here. Hm . . . I don't like him, I maybe don't like her, she's alright I think, she's wierd, aaaand I like his fire! thought Adeen about Olivier, Nova, Rhiannon, Rhea and Lao, respectively. Of course, most of her judgment came from how they looked like and ow they acted - she didn't bother too much to listen to what they were saying. Her impromptu judgment was of course not created on who would make the best allies but on who looked like the friendliest. Lao was of course, on the same level as Rhiannon in this case, he just got bonus points for letting Adeen witness his blue flame. Adeen just stood there and waited, her heels bouncing about, anxious for them to stop talking already. Of course she wasn't concerned about their topic of discussion and would much rather run to where Lao was and pester him endlessly with questions, but she thought of herself as a girl that was raised properly, and girls who raised properly don't interrupt other people's conversations. And so, she waited. . . . For about a grand total of one minute, then she took off. Then again, given her usual patience, this was an accomplishment The twelve year old shot forward towards Lao, right as Olivier turned around. Her excitement agitated the fire inside her, and as she ran towards the other fire user, various things in her path were set ablaze. Rocks, plants, trees, water - if it was near her, it was probably already on fire.In fact, a good portion of the jungle around them was lit up and on fire. Of course, as she had no intention of actually burning anything and was just excited, the fire reflected that; nothing was consumed by the flames. They stood as they were, seemingly unaffected, but still radiating heat. It was quite suffocating really. Then Adeen reached Lao and set herself on fire with excitement - again, literally. "That blue fire wash - I mean was - so pwetty~!" she exclaimed, pausing momentarily to correct her lisp. "You have to have to have to HAVETA SHYAOW ME HOW TA DO DAT~!"</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova looked at Rhea with confusion, sensing some of her agitation, though at what she couldn't tell. Instead of dwelling on it Nova chose to wear a smile and extend her hand in greeting. "I'm Nova, it's a pleasure to meet you." She hoped that she could become friends with the Wielder too. She didn't seem to be as unique as some of the others with her Wielding element, but the skills and quick thinking displayed by the girl were brilliant in her eyes. The eyes that had begun wandering now that things had cooled off between everyone. Nova had reached her limit at suppressing her extra 'sense', all of the feelings of the jungle now pouring in. She could feel other students in the distance, animals and plant life alike, the life of the very forest surrounding them were all things she could "see". Usually it was toned down, but this was the result of trying to ignore it all... Even if it were only for a brief amount of time. Her distracted gaze wouldn't hinder her ability to keep up with Olivier and Rhea, however she had begun humming a song softly to herself, admiring the scenery as they walked on.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was glad to see Nova come after him. For a while now, he really did start to view her innocence and plain lucidity as just pleasant traits, not just tools, as hard as it was for him to admit to enjoying another human being's company. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the lightning wielder came along. This was much of a mixed blessing - on one hand, she was as strong as him, which said a lot considering his Contract boost, and also well rested; on the other hand, her arbitrary sense of "morality" might prove to be a hindrance in the future. In the end, he decided the benefits outweighed the cons. That didn't stop him from being a tad ironic, however. "Welcome aboard! As long as you don't find yourself passionately discoursing about the sanctity of life in the middle of battle, I'm sure we'll be able to tolerate one another." Saying that, he noticed that Nova trailed a bit behind them, taking in the scenery. Space wielders could be weird indeed, but Olivier was not frightened for her now, that he saw the girl having better dodging reflexes than him. He still, however, said to her "Try not to veer off too far back, please, Nova.". Meanwhile, the lightning wielder seemed to inspect her gauntlets intently. Her question was something that puzzled Olivier too for the longest time, and it was only a year previous that he had found out. "I happen to have quite a good understanding of how we got to gloves, actually." he explained, quickly adding, with a small grin: "It is, however, the case, that I have illegally broken into an archive to find out, which may or may not have required silencing one or two guard. So, would you like me to explain, or would that make you feel complicit in murder?"</s>
<\|description\|>Abraham Grail Age: 38 Gender: Male Birth Place: Arguilla Weight: 50kg/110 lbs Height: 1.52m/5ft Personality: Abraham is the cleverest, sneakiest, slimiest man you will ever meet. He is very greedy too, and will not hesitate to betray a friend (if he had any) for the right price. He cares only for his own good, always looking for ways to trick people into giving him what he wants, no matter who gets hurt (not that he doesn't enjoy seeing others hurting). He is a extremely cunning, and is a master of strategy. He also doesn't shower very much. Bio: Growing up in the streets of Arguilla, he learned to survive on trickery and deceit, stealing from whoever was unlucky enough to become his target. One day at the age of 37 he was selling flowers claiming them to be "Magical blessed flowers" that can heal any problem within 24 hours. Some rich idiot stopped and decided to buy one. After the man agreed to the price Abraham asked for he became suddenly overcome with greediness and joy at his success. When handing the man one of the flowers their hands touched for an instant. A little flash of close-to-black green shot up the man's arm until it reached his throat. Suddenly the man started coughing. Abraham watched with amazement as the man began chocking and after a few seconds he fell dead. That is how Abraham learned of his powers. Soon after he found he could also control the wind and air, bending them at will. He then heard of an academy for the individuals gifted with these powers, or "wielders" as he learned they were called, where they could learn to further enhance their powers. Abraham realized the great potential of his powers, and decided to travel to the academy. Wielder or Duel Wielder: Dual Wielder Element(s): Poison and Wind Weapon: For close-combat he uses his hands. For ranged fighting he uses a small poisoned green crossbow. Poisoned touch: Anything he touches is instantly starts choking and usually dies within an hour or so. Poison Gas: Abraham can blow from his mouth poisonous gas that knocks out anyone who breathes it in. Quick Feet: Abraham can use the power of the wind to make him move incredibly fast. Poison Immunity: Abraham is immune to any kind or poison and toxin known to mankind.</s> <\|message\|>Kel Varni Kel watched as they dealt admirably with the imaginary insects. The fire wielder realized that it was an illusion fairly quickly, and the others were teaming up to fight them. When the Poison Wielder attacked them, he let the illusion fall. That was good enough for now. That was, until the fire wielder started attacking again. He waited and watched, but when the Lightning Wielder arrived and started attacking. Then the other fire wielder started too, and things got out of hand. Though he was only half recharged from his earlier uses, he knew he'd have to jump in and stop them if they tried to kill each other. He climbed into the water and swam over. The cool temperature of the water felt great in this weather, but he couldn't indulge himself now. He climbed out in what he hoped was a blind spot behind the largest group and hid behind a tall, leafy plant. Sure, losing his legs if he used his powers outside of self defense was a bit harsh, but he had just attempted murder for no reason. If that's what was needed to keep him from murdering people, he would allow it. He focused on the ground underneath the attackers, including the one being offered the contract. If they tried to hurt else, he would shake the ground in the area and break the ground under any attackers. Hopefully knocking everyone over would keep them from killing each other. Short of obvious Earth attacks and defenses, he didn't know what else he could do to keep them from killing each other. After all, they could see through his illusions too easily, and they drained him faster than Earth Wielding would. When the Fire Wielder offered a counter-offer, he sighed. That would work out much better, and he wouldn't have to reveal himself. Such talented students, he thought. If we can get them to behave, they'll make valuable members.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian As Olivier saw the Lightning Wielder, he knew immediately that she'll end up on his black list. "I for one did not sign up to be a... good guy. I signed up for war. And you know what wins wars? Structure, order, and certainty. He who can make predictions and subdue the opposition will emerge victorious..." The Dark Wielder was interrupted by a sudden burst of flame centered on their captive. He, however, immediately recognized it as generated by the child, much more flashy than powerful, and barely went a step backwards. This was all that the captive needed to escape the grip of the water wielder, now finally no longer pinned, to free himself. Still cocky, unapologetic, as if nothing had happened, as if time was not wasted, as if he did not cause needless damage and nearly killed them, the fire wielder even had the nerve to propose a deal with no failure clauses. As much as Olivier appreciated the value of blending in, this was too much. Not only for his sanity, but also for his sense of safety. In addition, he made quite liberal use of his powers today, and was nearly completely drained. "The absurdity of the situation is astonishing to me. In fact, I straight up refuse to deal with such travesty." he declared, in a mildly annoyed tone, as he circled back and started walking. "Whatever the others may decide, I refuse to deal with you on equal terms. I am leaving. Whoever wishes to come with me, except that cocky bastard, is free to do so." As he strode away, Olivier threw one last glance at Nova, then returned to his path.</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova stood back away from the conflict, watching from a safe distance. With all of the Wielders at each others throats Nova knew that she probably wouldn't stand a chance is they all started fighting again, especially now that her weapon had been destroyed. Poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, she watched with wonder at Olivier's dark and mysterious power. She had never heard of another Wielder with abilities like his, so terrifying and fascinating at the same time. "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." She mumbled to herself with a chuckle, hiding as yet another Wielder showed up, spouting flames where flames should not have been. "This is getting ridiculous." Sensing Olivier's rage, Nova stepped out, hoping to see the situation to a conclusion. She hesitated, looking at the others before rushing off after Olivier, recognizing him as her only ally at that moment. "I'll give you some company." She smiled warmly in an attempt to make him feel better, not liking to see people she considered friends upset.</s> <\|message\|>Rhea B. Archer Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging. Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep. With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact." She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea. She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.</s> <\|message\|>Adeen Lily (of) Eithrear Adeen's eyes flitted back and forth between everyone who had gathered here. Hm . . . I don't like him, I maybe don't like her, she's alright I think, she's wierd, aaaand I like his fire! thought Adeen about Olivier, Nova, Rhiannon, Rhea and Lao, respectively. Of course, most of her judgment came from how they looked like and ow they acted - she didn't bother too much to listen to what they were saying. Her impromptu judgment was of course not created on who would make the best allies but on who looked like the friendliest. Lao was of course, on the same level as Rhiannon in this case, he just got bonus points for letting Adeen witness his blue flame. Adeen just stood there and waited, her heels bouncing about, anxious for them to stop talking already. Of course she wasn't concerned about their topic of discussion and would much rather run to where Lao was and pester him endlessly with questions, but she thought of herself as a girl that was raised properly, and girls who raised properly don't interrupt other people's conversations. And so, she waited. . . . For about a grand total of one minute, then she took off. Then again, given her usual patience, this was an accomplishment The twelve year old shot forward towards Lao, right as Olivier turned around. Her excitement agitated the fire inside her, and as she ran towards the other fire user, various things in her path were set ablaze. Rocks, plants, trees, water - if it was near her, it was probably already on fire.In fact, a good portion of the jungle around them was lit up and on fire. Of course, as she had no intention of actually burning anything and was just excited, the fire reflected that; nothing was consumed by the flames. They stood as they were, seemingly unaffected, but still radiating heat. It was quite suffocating really. Then Adeen reached Lao and set herself on fire with excitement - again, literally. "That blue fire wash - I mean was - so pwetty~!" she exclaimed, pausing momentarily to correct her lisp. "You have to have to have to HAVETA SHYAOW ME HOW TA DO DAT~!"</s> <\|message\|>Nova Blake Nova looked at Rhea with confusion, sensing some of her agitation, though at what she couldn't tell. Instead of dwelling on it Nova chose to wear a smile and extend her hand in greeting. "I'm Nova, it's a pleasure to meet you." She hoped that she could become friends with the Wielder too. She didn't seem to be as unique as some of the others with her Wielding element, but the skills and quick thinking displayed by the girl were brilliant in her eyes. The eyes that had begun wandering now that things had cooled off between everyone. Nova had reached her limit at suppressing her extra 'sense', all of the feelings of the jungle now pouring in. She could feel other students in the distance, animals and plant life alike, the life of the very forest surrounding them were all things she could "see". Usually it was toned down, but this was the result of trying to ignore it all... Even if it were only for a brief amount of time. Her distracted gaze wouldn't hinder her ability to keep up with Olivier and Rhea, however she had begun humming a song softly to herself, admiring the scenery as they walked on.</s> <\|message\|>Olivier "The Contractor" Chian Olivier was glad to see Nova come after him. For a while now, he really did start to view her innocence and plain lucidity as just pleasant traits, not just tools, as hard as it was for him to admit to enjoying another human being's company. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the lightning wielder came along. This was much of a mixed blessing - on one hand, she was as strong as him, which said a lot considering his Contract boost, and also well rested; on the other hand, her arbitrary sense of "morality" might prove to be a hindrance in the future. In the end, he decided the benefits outweighed the cons. That didn't stop him from being a tad ironic, however. "Welcome aboard! As long as you don't find yourself passionately discoursing about the sanctity of life in the middle of battle, I'm sure we'll be able to tolerate one another." Saying that, he noticed that Nova trailed a bit behind them, taking in the scenery. Space wielders could be weird indeed, but Olivier was not frightened for her now, that he saw the girl having better dodging reflexes than him. He still, however, said to her "Try not to veer off too far back, please, Nova.". Meanwhile, the lightning wielder seemed to inspect her gauntlets intently. Her question was something that puzzled Olivier too for the longest time, and it was only a year previous that he had found out. "I happen to have quite a good understanding of how we got to gloves, actually." he explained, quickly adding, with a small grin: "It is, however, the case, that I have illegally broken into an archive to find out, which may or may not have required silencing one or two guard. So, would you like me to explain, or would that make you feel complicit in murder?"</s>	<\|message\|>Abraham Grail After the ring of fire was put out, Abraham silently crept away from the group. Once he reached the shadow of the trees, he circled back and reached the lake a bit behind the group. They were all surrounding the fireboy and they seemed to have forgotten Abraham. Good. He kneeled, took water in his hand a drank a bit. Then, he took off his glove that stopped anything he touches from being poisoned, and plunged his hand into the water. Now, that will take care of thirsty students in the future! He saw the greenish poison starting to spread throughout the water. In a lake as big as this the poison might not be lethal, but it will be enough to make whoever drinks it sick for a while. With that done, Abraham put his glove back on, and started walking in the direction of the finish-line. All of them are fools. They can fight for as long as they like, I'm going to finish this tournament. Without getting killed. They were still there talking. He crept past them quietly in the cover of the trees. Once he could see them no longer he smiled to himself. It's good being smarter than others. As for allies, he guessed he would have to find better ones.</s>
<\|description\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Age: true age unknown, but looks 30 Appearance: Background : Shi'larra was born in the Travellers' settlement located at the heart of Myrruan forest in the center of the Obrethon lands. She was the middle of the five living children, and was chosen by the Tribe's elders to become the next to be trained in the generation of the Travellers' sorcerers known as the Vadbulaah. Her older sister Moriana, now known as the notorious Witch of the Eddor'had, who always thought of herself as the Chosen one, didn't take elders' decision very lightly. She demanded to be taken into the training aswell, but ended up being banished from the Tribe for disrespecting the commandments of the Old ways. Even then Shi'larra already knew that they'd made a terrible mistake sending Moriana away. She knew her sister would always get her way, no matter what it took. But she had no idea how bad it would all turn out. 10 years had passed until one day the people of Obrethon first heard of the witch Moriana, who was roaming the Lands causing trouble everywhere she went. By then she had already aquired quite a few followers, mostly thieves and other bandits, who fancied her for her wickedness and ability to make them unstoppable on their pillaging quests. After the joined armies of 5 Kingdoms managed to exile Moriana to the island of Eddor'had, times for the witches became very hard. People didn't trust them anymore, and were set to kill any practioner of magic they come across to, forcing the witches to leave the Obrethon lands or stay very well hidden. Shi'larra decided to stay, leading a nomadic life all across the Obrethon lands. She laid low for many years, carefully gathering the knowledge of her sister's intentions. However, it took her years before she realized what Moriana has done with the King of the Barren lands. And a few more before she learnt how to get in the contact with the one person she believed could put an end to all this. It was a long shot, but luckily enough Prince Edgar believed her message conveyed in the dreams to be the truth. However, she knew that their troubles were nowhere near the end, so after a few more years of intense self-training she contacted the Prince Edgar again, this time in flesh, and convinced him that Moriana is raising an army of creatures no man had ever seen before, and that she must be stopped before it's too late. Personality: She enjoys Prince's trust, but is well aware that not everybody feels comfortable with her joining the quest. She appears to be fearless, and quite witty at times, and she doesn't bother proving to the Knights that her intentions are all good. Overall, she is quite mysterious, and doesn't really talk about herself or the things she knows about this world, unless it's really necessary. But she can be very resourceful, and knows her way around the Lands pretty well, which makes her quite indispensable. Fighting skills: Her magic is strong, and diverse, but it requires a lot of energy and concentration, so when it comes to a close combat she rather relies on her sword and throwing knives. More often she prefers to just disappear from sight, using a quick cloaking spell, that she had mastered to a perfection during the times she spent in hidding.</s> <\|message\|>Bron The inn was quite empty. Across the room what seemed like two guards were drinking a few pints of ale, and the only other person there was a portly man who was fast asleep. Barring Bron of course. He sipped his own ale. It tasted like filth, but it had cost him close to nothing, and he was thirsty. He had grown used to the wine served at the Palace in the Vale, but it was better incognito as a poor traveller than dead. His hand kept going to his bag next to him, feeling the hilt of his sword, to check the gem was still there. It had cost the kingdoms their lives. Well, at least, it was partly responsible. The four other reasons were scattered across the kingdoms. He had forged it into the pommel of his sword, to keep it close to him and hide it if anyone saw his weapon. The disguise probably wouldn't work on everyone, but it could at least prolong his life a while longer. He relaxed. It was only a day's walk to Kirin Taq now, where King Edgar and the woman who had invited him would undoubtedly be. Perhaps the other Knights were already there for council. He noticed his drink getting cold, and placed his hand on the cup. With a quick surge of energy, the drink fizzled and steamed. He leaned back with a satisfied grin. It was useful to have heat and fire at your fingertips. Quite literally. After quickly finishing his ale, he tossed a coin to the innkeep and left. He paused at the door and looked back. All three other men were passed out. Typical, he thought, and opened the door. He made it to Kirin Tak. It was nightfall, and the sky was black and devoid of stars. Nature's only means to find your way gone, he thought. An ill omen. He walked along the streets. The houses were very clean, in fact the whole place seemed to have never seen any kind of commotion ever. Quite peculiar, there having been a war. In fact, he had never heard of the place, and couldn't find it on a map. He decided he didn't like this place, a hidden place with hidden going-ons is generally not a place you stay too long if you want to keep your coins on you. Or your life. He trudged down a small alleyway and came up to a huge road that went along Kirin Taq. At the end were two knights, barely visible. They were both wearing impressive sets of armour, and he could already feel the presence of two other gems. He looked down at his. "Guess I'm not incognito anymore," he muttered, and pulled out his sword, buckling it to his belt. The gem shone in the night like a flashlight, little flames dancing in it, twirling. He made his way to the two knights. "Hello there," he said.</s> <\|message\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew The road to Kirin Taq was long and parched of much sights and entertainment. Horse shoe clatter, and the clanking of various types of metallic items were the only phenomenon uttering some sense of tonality. The fortuitous neighs and sputtering of the horse Prince Edgar sat upon could be added to the sense of vibrant ambiance upon this, otherwise, uncultivated road. Every now and then, he could would find himself briefly accompanied by travelers heading in various other directions, whom he would acknowledge with a fair wave and head nod though he kept his true identity, as Ruler of these lands, hidden under the hooded attire he was currently wearing. Some riders had fallen asleep upon their mounts, seemingly having faith solely in their horses sense of general direction. Others, who were less favorable of a mount were seen setting up various camps of to the sides of the road. This seemed like such an amazing idea to prince, but he knew that his destination grew near, and there was business of much importance to apprehend. With a snap of the reigns he had clasped firmly in his hands, and a verbal command to his horse, he quickened his pace to a swift gallop and set his aim back on the road in font of him. Many minutes had passed, and he had not slowed his pace any. The eastern gates of the city of Kirin Taq came into his line of sight. He mad ready a Royal Permit, stamped, signed and sealed by the young prince himself; ordering that the merchant he was posing as be permitted though the city to deliver goods to the city just west of Kirin Taq. As he approached the guarded gate, he tugged firmly on the reigns signaling the horse to slow down to a steady trot as they grew closer, finally to a complete halt. With much confidence in his espionage, he forked over the grant letter to the guard that had approached him as he slowly dismounted, knowing that there was going to be very little, if any, exchange in words betwixt them. He had entangled the reigns around his right hand, in preparation to enter the city. With no further delay after reading the consent letter, the closer immediately signaled for the other to open the gates. They two saluted Edgar stiffly and astutely as crossed through the border of the city's walls. The moonlight revealed nothing but a most Machiavellian grin upon his face as the Magic barrier had been placed back up, and cloaked to simulate giant walls with a crackling, shimmering ring. He felt the Sil'rithil resonate strongly from inside his left glove now that he was in a magic imbued city. He knew some of the others had already made it into the city even more so as he felt the haunting, lingering presence growing stronger, and stronger. He continued further into the city, adjusting the hooded part of his under-cloak, keeping his face immersed deeply into its lengthy brim. He could hear the clanking of patrol knight's armor as they marched by, and the distant chattering of the towns people who were still awake with their windows ajar. Every now and again he would lift his head to navigate the dark parts of some roads, until there was no mistaking that he had made it to the right place. He tied the horse off on a nearby post outside of the meeting area and proceeded to greet the to armored women standing outside. "Forgive my delay. The voyage here deemed slightly perilous. Not but a few interruptions, but nothing life threatening to the point I couldn't handle." He looked out towards the road, removing his hood as he sidestepped the moonlight and various flickering light of torches and candlelight, into a concealed, more shadowy part of the area. "It seems we have a few more stragglers other than myself" he giggled monotonously and proceeded to sigh, "Though I'm certain the wait won't be too much longer" He eyed the road a few time more over before settling on going in side to parch his thirst.</s>	<\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s>
<\|description\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Age: 33 Kingdom: Minil'Thadag, the Kingdom of the Seven Lakes Gemstone: Meru'rithil, the Stone of Air Physical appearance: Redoran is of average height and build, though men from the plains would call him tall. His head is completely shaved but for a top-knot after the fashion of the knights of Minil'Thadag and he has a thin goatee. He wears several hoops of gold and silver rings in his earlobes. He is often seen wearing a green cloak over the dark mail. When in battle, he wears the helm of the battle lords with a pair of horns on top. Across his ribs runs a deep gash - a remnant of a forgotten duel. Background: Redoran was born in the town of Amren, nestled near the foothills of the Dragon ranges at the very edge of the kingdom. His father, Rhuarn, was a captain in the king's army and was respected for his battle sense. While the father was a hero to the boy, it was a father who rarely spent time with his son. When he lost his mother at a very early age, Redoran was sent to learn and train with the King's Guards. He had many doting 'uncles' as he grew up: gruff men who prided in raising the kid. They taught him how to hunt and fight, how to find food in barren lands, how to hide in plain sight. They also taught him how to read and write. They taught him the Epic of Gilahad and instilled in him a sense of valour and honour. When the boy came of age, it was only natural that he be inducted into the King's Guards. For ten years, Redoran fought with his brethren, bringing the various tribes of the lakes under the King's dominion. He earned fame as a fighter and was called Elimir ('the Fearless') by his people. War descended upon their fair kingdom while Redoran was in the far west. His old but proud father had stood by the king's side till the very end. The news of the death of the king was a body blow to the King's Guards caught miles from their master. Every knight then took a vow to ride to his death with teeth bared, to avenge the death of their king. Seven of them rode from Angruthil to the eastern borders, chopping and hacking their way through the hordes of darkness. Songs would have been written of their passage had anyone beheld the riders as they charged with fury. But what could seven men do against the entire might of Evil? One by one, they all perished until Redoran found himself alone, horseless and near-death. Mustering his remaining strength, he made it to Sol Linata - the lake that once glittered like diamonds but now lies like a cesspool. There, the knight collapsed and was later rescued by refugees from the Barren Lands. Having heard of the last charge of the king's guard, Prince Edgar found him as soon as he was recuperated and entrusted to him Meru'rithil - the Stone of Air. With the stone comes hope, and with hope comes strength. Redoran is now riding to the Kingdom of the Seven Lakes, or what was once a kingdom. Midst the ruins, the lone knight rides, carrying with him dreams of green pasture and sparkling lakes. Personality: Honourable, Valiant, Grim, Brooding, Proud Fighting skill: Master Swordsman; Deft rider; Good hand-to-hand combat skills. Redoran prefers to fight on horseback with his greatsword. After having practiced with the Stone of Air, Redoran can now perform the Wind Dance. It is a sword-fighting technique where every slash and move of the blade creates multiple invisible blades of wind slashing around the caster. He can also perform simple levitation on objects using the stone.</s> <\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Alexis continued wiping the cloth along her blade for a moment as the first armoured knight to arrive greeted her. His introduction was polite enough and he showed none of the usual disdain men of his rank would show an upstart such as herself. Slowly and deliberately she admired the sheen on her sword before standing and sliding it carefully into its plain red-leather scabbard before taking the knight's proffered hand firmly. "You are not mistaken, sir. Well met. As for your punctuality... bar myself I must say that you have been quickest to respond." A wry smile spread across her lips as she took pleasure in the exchange; not often did she have the chance to speak to her fellow knights on a equal level. Her eyes caught movement behind Redoran as the second of their number arrived. He merely greeted them, making no sign of his identity or knowledge of theirs although those who had been summoned would be instantly recognisable; and not just to Alexis. Finally, the 'most noble' among them arrived apologising for his late arrival. Truth be told, Alexis had expected to find their corpses along the way; knights were rarely known for their ability to pass through lands incognito and the world was not so safe that they could journey by themselves if their identity were known. She was pleasantly surprised by this revelation, perhaps she had underestimated the men simply because they were born into their titles. Inclining her head in greeting to the Prince, she greeted him neutrally. "Prince Edgar, a pleasure to see you in such high spirits." The knights then stood there in an awkward silence, none wanting to broach the topic of why they had assembled in this place. It was the smell that Alexis noticed first, drawing her attention to the wolf which had quietly approached them. It nodded a greeting to her before bounding off. Without pause the female knight strode towards her horse and set about checking the appropriate straps were tight for an immediate journey. "I think, gentleman, it might be best if you readied yourselves. We will be off shortly." Mere seconds passed before Shi'larra appeared atop her black stallion, energetic and prepared to gallop out of the town. She greeted them shortly, clearly disappointed in their fewer than expected numbers. Alexis had not questioned her patron's judgement in assigning the meeting place but had had her doubts about whether the knights would come at all. There was great suspicion of magic in Obrethon and even she, with her personal interaction with it from a young age, preferred to rely on tactics and those things which she could predict. Alexis trotted her steed, a chestnut coloured stallion with no name she knew of, to the side of their leader. "Not yet here, Shi'larra. I imagine waiting here will only become a trap for those left to reach us, what with the net closing around us." She glanced at the wolf again, the faint smell of smoke apparent again. "It might be best if we attempt to find them on the road. That or their corpses if they haven't been careful enough." She pulled herself into the saddle with fluid ease, adjusting her sword belt slightly so that the rapier resting there would not come loose in the coming ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s>
<\|description\|>Bron Age: 41 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Vales Gemstone: Fire Appearance: Bron keeps his hair short, military cut, as well as a short beard. Both are black, but starting to fleck with grey. His eyes are the colour of ambers. In stature he is quite short, broad-shouldered and muscular. People often underestimate him because of his size, but he quickly shows them he's more than capable of holding his own against them. He's quite conservative and usually wears a thin tunic with some chainmail underneath, preferring to avoid rich clothes or ornate armour. His hard and long past is marked on his face and body, with a scarred left side of the face and burnt shoulder. Background: Bron was raised in the Barren Lands, born to a city guard and a flute-playing mother. He grew up in the slums of the city, where he learned what real life was really like. He liked to read, but books only described false ideas of heroes and dragons, not what really went on. He witnessed murders, conning, thievery. Using his sharp wit and skill in Hvar-täk, a local board game that rich men usually gambled on. He made a quick fortune, and then enlisted in the Guards when his father retired. As a twenty year old guardsman, he was still surprised to see the corruption in it, and left a few weeks later. He decided to head off to the capital and find work there, hoping to be a sellsword or some other dirty work for more money. He had become disillusioned to concepts of honour or justice. Why should one's chance in this kingdom amount to who your parents had fucked to bring you into the world? He made it his goal to discredit the greedy merchants of the capital and ruin their businesses in which they paid workers the minimum wages to feed their own fat bellies. Here he also met King Armagen, who most seemed to consider mad for his war on two fronts. Mad King Armagen. He witnessed the corruption first hand as he had become part of the Prince Edgar's personal guard. He fought in the war for a few years, following Edgar, and helped kill the King's guard when Edgar betrayed him. This was a chance to make the kingdom a better place. He was surprised when Edgar turned to him with an important mission. He explained about the sorceress and gems, and handed one to Bron. The gem was red, and seemed to contain fire under the right light. You could see the small flames twirling at the center... An object of beauty. An object of power. Power was not something Bron wanted, as he had quickly learned in the wrong hands it's devastating. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. But honesty and loyalty were important to him. He agreed to take it. Though Edgar had offered him the post of King of the Vale, he had declined and instead reccomended a General he had fought with during the war, a man who shared similar ideas to him and seemed like a good leader. He became King, and named Bron captain of the King's guard. Bron happily accepted. He also started seeing a young girl in the Queen's Guard. A fiesty and strong-willed woman, a few years younger than his thirty. He quickly fell in love. Then came the news. The Witch who had corrupted the King and ruined the five kingdoms was here to retrieve her stones. Bron had thought the world a peaceful place now, and had sealed his gem in his house. He quickly found it, and forged it into the hilt of his sword. He carried the sword everywhere he went, even sleeping with it. But such responsability is not cheaply bought. An unknown illness took his now-wife, Rose, who had quit the Queen's Guard. She died a few days after. Bron is now on his way to the capital of the Barren Lands, to meet with Prince Edgar and find out how to protect the stones, and whatever evil may lie in them, and how to get rid of them. He is travelling from village to village posing as a hermit, to protect his identity and escape from whatever spies the Witch may have in place. Personality: Strong, Witty, Loyal, Sensible, Modest Fighting skills: He usually fights head on, not believing in class or style. He doesn't mind kicking his opponent's groin, throwing dirt in his eyes, anything goes. He prefers using a sword and shield, and his gem powers allow him to conjure fire (though he has learnt that this ruins his health, his hands have become withered and leathery from over-use and over-exposure of his power) and set his sword on fire. (He had it forged with Damascus steel, which is heat resistant enough for the blade not to weaken.) He can also apply heat to things with his hands, and his body temperature is constantly affected by the gem: instead of the normal temperature of 36°, his internal temperature is closer to 40°. Using the fire also uses oxygen from his bloodstream, weakening him and rendering him breathless. Separation from the gem he has become dependent on usually makes him feel sick, so he keeps it hidden but close. He can also control fire, turning it into different shapes, controlling it, changing it's colour, as if fire's will could be taken over by him. He hasn't discovered all he can do with the gem, but is quite satisfied with his heat powers.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Nights in the Traveller's Den were rather eerie, Alexis had decided. There were almost no people in the streets, civilians let alone the groups of soldiers regularly patrolling towns and cities across Obrethon. The war had made a lot of people suspicious of one another; it had also led to an increase in banditry which was the main reason so many guards were employed at town gates and most entrances were sealed at night. Not so here. There were no patrols and no defencible gates; only the magic and although she had come to grow comfortable with the presence of it through her use of the Water Gem she still put more faith in the things she could predict and control: people, steel and ingenuity. Shi'larra had taught her about how the world worked, how to look after herself and how to treat others. The war had taught her how to fight, what the people who couldn't be saved were like and how far some would go when pushed or threatened. She had made friends and enemies in equal measure while gaining a reputation as a honest dealer but also as a ruthless, dishonourable killer with no regard for the ancient codes of chivalry; somewhat uncharitably. Resting on her knees was the naked blade of her longsword as she ran a clean cloth up and down the blade. It had been newly sharpened but she had seen too many blades suffer from rust due to lack of cleaning; the edge of a blade wasn't the only important thing. Bad care would lead it to weaken, to rust or simply soften, and then it would fail its wielder when they most needed it to be strong and sturdy. The blade was long since wiped clean of the dirt of her journey to that place, gleaming softly in the moonlight, but Alexis found the activity kept her calm and alert; a habit she had picked up during the wars. Everyone came up with some kind of coping mechanism: some drank, some gambled, some joked and boasted, others found the arms of a lover (paid or unpaid). She simply found pleasure in carrying out a monotonous, basic task that might serve to save her life in the future. "The question is, who arrives first?" She muttered to herself. All the knights who held gems would have heard of each other and she feared her common background would put her at a disadvantage if the others teamed together; that was not the purpose of their coming together but she knew all too well how petty the aristocracy could be.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran looked at the dying sun, unseeing as he tried to forget. The sun was going down in a flurry of crimson and amber even as the purple fingers of night crept from the east. It was an abstract battle of light and dark, played out everyday. Though he tried not to think or philosophize, the thought came to him that this battle will go on. There was no winner. There was no loser. Just an eternally unstoppable force meeting an infinitely unbreakable wall. To mere mortals with limited sense of morality, light represented all that was good. And dark all that was bad. As if you can parcel them into neat little packets of two, he thought. Didn't the sun burn the skin on hot days? Hadn't the night provided the soft murmurs of a comfortable sleep? Was there such a thing as purely good or purely evil? He emitted a soft grunt of irritation. Again, he was letting his mind wander, like a dead leaf carried by the breeze. He had been training everyday to focus his mind, channel its attention to single point of nothingness, to detach himself from reality, to forget the reminders and fly like a bird. Needless to say it had been a total failure so far. And every time he tried to focus, the town behind him kept intruding. With a sigh, he turned around to face the town that had magically appeared like a sudden rain cloud. For 30 years he had roamed these very lands and thought he knew every fold and crevice. And yet, here he was standing in the eastern borders of his kingdom, and here was a town, plain as a rock, that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He had been told to expect it, of course. But still, he was supposed to be an expert ranger of these lands! Kirin Taq. A town of legend, it seemed. And a place where several fates will be decided. With a grim set to his face, he mounted Shamran, his black warhorse, and let her walk into the town. As she stepped on to the cobblestoned path, he felt a rush of something pass him. It wasn't the wind. He absently fingered the ring on his left hand. Meru'rithil, set in a ring of silver. The houses looked like skulls, staring out with empty sockets. Night fell quickly around him as he made his way through the 'town' - for want of a better word. There was something decidedly eerie about this place. If Prince Edgar hadn't vouched for this Shi'larra, he would have thought he was walking into the den of the Black Witch herself. He shivered slightly and felt his spine tingle. He turned a corner. Immediately he tensed. The sight of an armored man is like a beacon to any knight. It is a sign of danger. But beyond a momentary tightening of his thighs on Shamran's saddle, he didn't let his worry show. The Prince had vouched for this Shi'larra and this town was supposed to be the safest place to meet. So many things that he had no control over. As he approached the armored knight, he realized it was a woman. Wearing the armor of the Kingdom of the Rivers. So this was Alexis Chandle, who, if rumour was to be believed, was a protege of his host. His eyes instinctively went to her sword. It was a thing of beauty, long and gleaming. And she looked like she knew how to use it. Very well. He approached her and dismounted. "Well met," he said, holding out his hand. "I am Redoran, son of Rhuarn. And unless I am mistaken, you must be Alexis Chandle - the one they call Mia'lithil, Maiden of the River. Am I late?"</s>	<\|message\|>Bron The inn was quite empty. Across the room what seemed like two guards were drinking a few pints of ale, and the only other person there was a portly man who was fast asleep. Barring Bron of course. He sipped his own ale. It tasted like filth, but it had cost him close to nothing, and he was thirsty. He had grown used to the wine served at the Palace in the Vale, but it was better incognito as a poor traveller than dead. His hand kept going to his bag next to him, feeling the hilt of his sword, to check the gem was still there. It had cost the kingdoms their lives. Well, at least, it was partly responsible. The four other reasons were scattered across the kingdoms. He had forged it into the pommel of his sword, to keep it close to him and hide it if anyone saw his weapon. The disguise probably wouldn't work on everyone, but it could at least prolong his life a while longer. He relaxed. It was only a day's walk to Kirin Taq now, where King Edgar and the woman who had invited him would undoubtedly be. Perhaps the other Knights were already there for council. He noticed his drink getting cold, and placed his hand on the cup. With a quick surge of energy, the drink fizzled and steamed. He leaned back with a satisfied grin. It was useful to have heat and fire at your fingertips. Quite literally. After quickly finishing his ale, he tossed a coin to the innkeep and left. He paused at the door and looked back. All three other men were passed out. Typical, he thought, and opened the door. He made it to Kirin Tak. It was nightfall, and the sky was black and devoid of stars. Nature's only means to find your way gone, he thought. An ill omen. He walked along the streets. The houses were very clean, in fact the whole place seemed to have never seen any kind of commotion ever. Quite peculiar, there having been a war. In fact, he had never heard of the place, and couldn't find it on a map. He decided he didn't like this place, a hidden place with hidden going-ons is generally not a place you stay too long if you want to keep your coins on you. Or your life. He trudged down a small alleyway and came up to a huge road that went along Kirin Taq. At the end were two knights, barely visible. They were both wearing impressive sets of armour, and he could already feel the presence of two other gems. He looked down at his. "Guess I'm not incognito anymore," he muttered, and pulled out his sword, buckling it to his belt. The gem shone in the night like a flashlight, little flames dancing in it, twirling. He made his way to the two knights. "Hello there," he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Bron Age: 41 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Vales Gemstone: Fire Appearance: Bron keeps his hair short, military cut, as well as a short beard. Both are black, but starting to fleck with grey. His eyes are the colour of ambers. In stature he is quite short, broad-shouldered and muscular. People often underestimate him because of his size, but he quickly shows them he's more than capable of holding his own against them. He's quite conservative and usually wears a thin tunic with some chainmail underneath, preferring to avoid rich clothes or ornate armour. His hard and long past is marked on his face and body, with a scarred left side of the face and burnt shoulder. Background: Bron was raised in the Barren Lands, born to a city guard and a flute-playing mother. He grew up in the slums of the city, where he learned what real life was really like. He liked to read, but books only described false ideas of heroes and dragons, not what really went on. He witnessed murders, conning, thievery. Using his sharp wit and skill in Hvar-täk, a local board game that rich men usually gambled on. He made a quick fortune, and then enlisted in the Guards when his father retired. As a twenty year old guardsman, he was still surprised to see the corruption in it, and left a few weeks later. He decided to head off to the capital and find work there, hoping to be a sellsword or some other dirty work for more money. He had become disillusioned to concepts of honour or justice. Why should one's chance in this kingdom amount to who your parents had fucked to bring you into the world? He made it his goal to discredit the greedy merchants of the capital and ruin their businesses in which they paid workers the minimum wages to feed their own fat bellies. Here he also met King Armagen, who most seemed to consider mad for his war on two fronts. Mad King Armagen. He witnessed the corruption first hand as he had become part of the Prince Edgar's personal guard. He fought in the war for a few years, following Edgar, and helped kill the King's guard when Edgar betrayed him. This was a chance to make the kingdom a better place. He was surprised when Edgar turned to him with an important mission. He explained about the sorceress and gems, and handed one to Bron. The gem was red, and seemed to contain fire under the right light. You could see the small flames twirling at the center... An object of beauty. An object of power. Power was not something Bron wanted, as he had quickly learned in the wrong hands it's devastating. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. But honesty and loyalty were important to him. He agreed to take it. Though Edgar had offered him the post of King of the Vale, he had declined and instead reccomended a General he had fought with during the war, a man who shared similar ideas to him and seemed like a good leader. He became King, and named Bron captain of the King's guard. Bron happily accepted. He also started seeing a young girl in the Queen's Guard. A fiesty and strong-willed woman, a few years younger than his thirty. He quickly fell in love. Then came the news. The Witch who had corrupted the King and ruined the five kingdoms was here to retrieve her stones. Bron had thought the world a peaceful place now, and had sealed his gem in his house. He quickly found it, and forged it into the hilt of his sword. He carried the sword everywhere he went, even sleeping with it. But such responsability is not cheaply bought. An unknown illness took his now-wife, Rose, who had quit the Queen's Guard. She died a few days after. Bron is now on his way to the capital of the Barren Lands, to meet with Prince Edgar and find out how to protect the stones, and whatever evil may lie in them, and how to get rid of them. He is travelling from village to village posing as a hermit, to protect his identity and escape from whatever spies the Witch may have in place. Personality: Strong, Witty, Loyal, Sensible, Modest Fighting skills: He usually fights head on, not believing in class or style. He doesn't mind kicking his opponent's groin, throwing dirt in his eyes, anything goes. He prefers using a sword and shield, and his gem powers allow him to conjure fire (though he has learnt that this ruins his health, his hands have become withered and leathery from over-use and over-exposure of his power) and set his sword on fire. (He had it forged with Damascus steel, which is heat resistant enough for the blade not to weaken.) He can also apply heat to things with his hands, and his body temperature is constantly affected by the gem: instead of the normal temperature of 36°, his internal temperature is closer to 40°. Using the fire also uses oxygen from his bloodstream, weakening him and rendering him breathless. Separation from the gem he has become dependent on usually makes him feel sick, so he keeps it hidden but close. He can also control fire, turning it into different shapes, controlling it, changing it's colour, as if fire's will could be taken over by him. He hasn't discovered all he can do with the gem, but is quite satisfied with his heat powers.</s> <\|message\|>Shi'larra, the Vadbulaah sorceress Crying howl pierced through the air. It was the sound of a wolf in distress. Something was after him. The wolf knew the town was near, and even though he had learnt it was best to avoid the places full of humans, he didn't have much choice. The beast, twice as big as the wolf in trouble, was getting closer, hammering the grounds beneath them as they ran. No creature could out-run them, not when their burning eyes were firmly set on their target. The wolf was almost there. Another three leaps and he was gone, vanishing into thin air. The flaming Hound-beast looked baffled. It could still sense the wolf, it could still smell his fear. But there was nothing before them. Just the road, which seemed to continue into distance. The wolf turned around, and stared at his chaser. They seemed not to see him, even though they were barely few meters apart. It was as if one-way mirror was set between them, allowing only those inside the town to see the evil that was lurking in front of the gates. Then, the wolf gave ear to the voices comming from the nearby street. There were some humans, three or four, one of them having quite familiar sound. Fearless, the wolf silently walked towards them, eyeing them with warying inspection. He only recognized the woman, who spent the last few days in the company of his human mistress, the sorceress. When Alexis spotted his stare, the wolf slightly bowed his head, as if he was confirming something. Before the other could get the chance to get startled by him, the wolf dashed ahead down the street in the search for his human companion. Shi'larra who was still standing by the window spotted the wolf waiting by the doors. She stepped to open them, so the wolf could enter in. The smell of sulphur reeking from where wolf's fur got in contact with beast's blazing body soon reached her nostrils. Shi'larra frowned disguisted by the stench, and kneed in order to lower herself to her four-legged friend. She quickly examined him for some possible wounds, but found nothing too serious apart from some parts of his fur being burnt. ''I hope you didn't do anything stupid, Ansel,'' she scolded him like a child, even though she knew he couldn't quite understand her. Or did he? She wasn't intirely sure, since the wolf proved to be much smarter than majority of humans she encountered in her life. ''We must go now. The knights should be here already. But if not...'' she paused, afraid to continue her own flow of thought. She knew it was a long shot expecting everyone to be there on time, but she hoped. After all, the hope was all there was truly left for them. Shi'larra grabbed her leather bag, where she stored various supplies she usually needed to perform her spells and rituals. Since it was the Traveller's den, it wasn't as hard to get hands on some magical herbs and objects as it was in other parts of Obrethon. Therefore, she made sure, she got everything she needed for the road at Kirin Taq. Shi'larra looked around the house already feeling an unease of leaving the place that offered so much protection. Although she was used to living in constant fear of being discovered, hiding from her own kind was much harder than hiding from common people, who could not her own magic against her. After she made sure, she took all of her belongings, she stepped onto the street closing the door behind her. She continued around the corner where her black stallion named Lomion, which meant moonlight prince in the language of the Travellers. Although he was still a bit wild, Shi'larra valued him for his great stamina. The horse was saddled and ready as if she knew beforehand their stay won't be as long as she had planned for. She mounted him with ease, and guided him to slowly walk in the direction where she last witnessed Alexis disappearing into the shadows. They didn't stride long before Shi'larra caught sight of four human figures waiting on the side of the street. The stamp of horse's hooves draw attention to her presence as she slowly approached them. She greeted the Prince with a silent nod, then gazed at Alexis with a pinch of a worry in her emerald eyes. Beside these two familiar faces, there were two other knights she never had a chance to meet before. ''Knights,'' she greeted them. ''I'm afraid we can't stay here much longer. Where are the others?'' she demanded to know without caring for her apparent lack of interested in properly introducing herself. After all, there was a long road awaiting them, and plenty of time to chat about the things she never liked to chat about. Meanwhile, Ansel the wolf strode a few houses further, and peeped around the corner to see if the Hellhound creature was still lingering before the magical barrier. His fur instantly bristled. The Hound was waiting for them.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Chandle Alexis continued wiping the cloth along her blade for a moment as the first armoured knight to arrive greeted her. His introduction was polite enough and he showed none of the usual disdain men of his rank would show an upstart such as herself. Slowly and deliberately she admired the sheen on her sword before standing and sliding it carefully into its plain red-leather scabbard before taking the knight's proffered hand firmly. "You are not mistaken, sir. Well met. As for your punctuality... bar myself I must say that you have been quickest to respond." A wry smile spread across her lips as she took pleasure in the exchange; not often did she have the chance to speak to her fellow knights on a equal level. Her eyes caught movement behind Redoran as the second of their number arrived. He merely greeted them, making no sign of his identity or knowledge of theirs although those who had been summoned would be instantly recognisable; and not just to Alexis. Finally, the 'most noble' among them arrived apologising for his late arrival. Truth be told, Alexis had expected to find their corpses along the way; knights were rarely known for their ability to pass through lands incognito and the world was not so safe that they could journey by themselves if their identity were known. She was pleasantly surprised by this revelation, perhaps she had underestimated the men simply because they were born into their titles. Inclining her head in greeting to the Prince, she greeted him neutrally. "Prince Edgar, a pleasure to see you in such high spirits." The knights then stood there in an awkward silence, none wanting to broach the topic of why they had assembled in this place. It was the smell that Alexis noticed first, drawing her attention to the wolf which had quietly approached them. It nodded a greeting to her before bounding off. Without pause the female knight strode towards her horse and set about checking the appropriate straps were tight for an immediate journey. "I think, gentleman, it might be best if you readied yourselves. We will be off shortly." Mere seconds passed before Shi'larra appeared atop her black stallion, energetic and prepared to gallop out of the town. She greeted them shortly, clearly disappointed in their fewer than expected numbers. Alexis had not questioned her patron's judgement in assigning the meeting place but had had her doubts about whether the knights would come at all. There was great suspicion of magic in Obrethon and even she, with her personal interaction with it from a young age, preferred to rely on tactics and those things which she could predict. Alexis trotted her steed, a chestnut coloured stallion with no name she knew of, to the side of their leader. "Not yet here, Shi'larra. I imagine waiting here will only become a trap for those left to reach us, what with the net closing around us." She glanced at the wolf again, the faint smell of smoke apparent again. "It might be best if we attempt to find them on the road. That or their corpses if they haven't been careful enough." She pulled herself into the saddle with fluid ease, adjusting her sword belt slightly so that the rapier resting there would not come loose in the coming ride.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s>	<\|message\|>Bron Bron nodded at the Prince. They had seen each other but a few weeks ago, so he dispensed with any formalities. He'd never liked wolves, or dogs. They were only loyal so long as you fed them, and he'd seen plenty starving dogs go rogue on their masters. He tightened his grip on his scabbard, despite the animal walking off, but didn't let his face betray his emotions. He'd gotten good at that, as a Hvar-täk player. So this woman was Shi'larra. He'd only heard Edgar speak of her, and was, to tell the truth, expecting what you'd hear in a child's tale. An elderly crone with a pointy hat. She was quite the opposite, she looked younger than Bron, and was strikingly beautiful. He paid no mind to that and instead spoke for the first time since his arrival. "Why should we listen to you... Sorceress? You've given us no proof of your intentions, nor any reason to trust you. I'm not even sure why I've been summoned half across the fucking country, or who's chasing us. Or indeed what."</s>
<\|description\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew Age: 25 Kingdom: Kingdom of the Barren Lands Gemstone: Sil'rithil (The Stone of Mind) Appearance: Edgar appears younger than his age portrays him to be. At times he can be found sporting a short scruffy goatee with thinly trimmed side burns that resemble a chiseled dragons teeth, giving him an older, more mature persona. Though usually he likes it to grow it out during the winter to keep his face warm from the sheer cold fronts of his territory. He keeps his brown hair usually cut just short of his shoulders, as he doesn't like to have much for enemy troops to attempt to grab hold grab hold. He has a slightly slender but highly robustuous, extraordinarily close-knitted, visually cleaved muscular structure. His yellow-ish eyes seem to glow under a star speckled sky, often getting him compliments from women far and wide. Partial Under ArmourFull Battle Armor Background: Prince Edgar, son of the late King Armagen, grew up in a land that at the time, was portentously on the brink of total anarchy and even more eminently malnourished. People all around bargaining anything they could from their housing, cattle, clothing, personal valuables; even some men's wives and daughters for more intimate services; all nestled upon a seemingly never ending clearance sale of desperation. Day in and day out, these people would fall deeper into their circumferential despair, just to make sure they had enough worth to make it to another day. In his case however, life was much different on the inside. He never knew who his mother was, as he was far too young, and his father always seemed far too busy with various tasks to tell him about her; being that he was one of the main councilmen. Since his memories of her were very faint, he hardly ever contemplated about her whereabouts, though his unshaven face is a constant reminder of her elegance. He despises looking in the mirror because of it. He watched as his fathers frustration began to turn to subtle pity as he sought out a remedy for the sick state his land had fallen victim to. He decided shortly there after that he must help restore order and prosperity to his lands. He began to train in many different styles of combat and very versatile with the various weaponry available alongside his father's militia. He took such an affinity to the trade that soon he had surpassed even the highest of dukes ability for the art. It was then did he truly feel worthy of his title as Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew; the Great even! There befell a day where he had awoken to his father's sudden absence with no prior warnings to his leaving. He had found a note on his bedside dresser sealed in red wax and stamped by his fathers imperial ring. It had stated that he had to attend to a meeting with the surrounding kingdoms pertaining to the utter disregard and the well being of their land, and that he would be gone for a few weeks to a months time. The matured prince was used to his father's work and thought nothing much of the matter. He carried out his daily tasks as usual and took the partial responsibilities in upholding the state of their Kingdom in his fathers stead. The weeks had rolled by and still no word of his father. Not so much as even a message by carrier nor bird. He began to worry slightly and had made clear arrangements to set out with a platoon in search of the King. A week had passed the given month his father had promised. He had lined up the squadron outside the city walls in preparation to set off to the west where he believed his father was. And then almost harmoniously, his fathers horse had appeared reaching out of the horizon, bringing with him a feeling of new found glory. The entire Kingdom seemed to come to life with joy and much aspiration that their Kingdom would be restored to it's original wondrous glory. Edgar began to see his fathers happiness renewed. It was as if the problems that had long plagued them hadn't existed. The crops had all grown back ten fold with an immense triumph; rich in the nutrients and tastes that they had all provided. The cattle had all flourished lavishly; they too growing back in unbelievable numbers, seemingly beyond their maximum health potential. Industrial wealth and the well being of all the natives had all be replenished critically. It was as if the God's had blessed their land with outrageous increase all for the price of nothing, or so Edgar had initially speculated. Something was definitely amiss in the young prince's eyes. There was this lingering, ominous presence the was conflicting the reality of the everything the prince had witnessed occurring. He noticed upon his father's arrival from the unintended council meeting the King's crown had been bedazzled with the like of jewels he had never seen before but thought very little of it, rationalizing that they had been given to him as gifts from the rulers of the surrounding kingdoms. Little did he realize though; there was Far more to it than that. Rumor spread expediently of the King's marvel throughout all the surrounding kingdoms, and just as fast so did fear and discrepancies. Edgar noticed his father becoming evermore greedy, evermore Benevolent. People had began to make foul the name of his father and there were no leads as to why. The prince felt as if the plague had returned with a vengeful aftertaste. Sunrises passed, and the condition of his father had not gotten any better. He would witness the King spouting belligerent , ill mannered curses at their people for no reasons at all, flaunting about how they were all worthless and obstacles to his rise of dominance. This went on for months in many different scenarios until the day came where he had to make the difficult decision to partake in an unavoidable war. For years, the war had laid waste to countless of innocent and guilty alike. Unrelenting fires burning as far as the eye could see. The soil had been soaked in copious amounts of blood. So much so that it had began to take on a rusty color. Bodies lay lifelessly in unorthodox patters with every step. None the less, Edgar was determined that he would not be taken victim. One night under a dimly lit campfire, Edgar had a rather Vivid night terror. He had seen the true intentions of his father's sudden leave some years ago; making a deal with an evil Sorceress named Moriana; the Evil Witch of Eddor'had, and woke up in a terrifyingly cold sweat. By this time, the prince had deemed his own father to be a crowning threat to his, and the many well beings of the entirety of the continent. It was HIS fault and he must atone for the relentless consternation that had transpired. Immediately, he set off to put a halt to his father's deeds. When finally found him he noticed the jewels glistening vibrantly upon the crown. He felt that unsettling presence that came back with his father that day, though it seemed it had increased far beyond what he had originally felt. With no warning, he charged his father with the overwhelming intention to eliminate him. The battle went on for hours, and finally an advantaged had occurred that would give him the upper hand; and he took it. King Armagen had finally fallen, and with him the crown from his head. In his final minutes of life, he had returned mostly to the person he used to be so long ago. Fatigued, and disgruntled, Edgar seized the crown, and fled the scene. Once again during the late evening hour, he had been contacted again in his dreams; only this time he had been aware of who it was and what they had wanted. Legend had been foretold about witches in their lands, but ever since the abolishing of witchcraft, few were ever really seen or heard of again to his knowledge, at least until now. The Sorceress sending him these messages went by the name of Shi'larra. He instantly had no doubt in his mind that this was the help he had long searched for, and put complete faith into their mutual proposal. He knew that the crown's jewels would draw much unwanted attention to him; and was also aware the whatever the presence was that had followed him these last few years would be close by; plotting against his will. He decided it was best to intrust four of the jewels to worthy soldiers he had fought alongside during the war and to keep the most menacing one, to him, for himself; at least long enough to have them utterly destroyed once and for all! Personality: The prince has a very open personality. There is no one thing that can justify who he is. Usually he is charming, witty, optimistic, loyal, sarcastic, while also having striking leadership abilities, stern, forward thinking, bold initiative, independent, all with a high sense of integrity. They are not many who would dare think to get on his bad side. He has been know to become quite unpredictable under such circumstances. Fighting skills: He has mastered a number of many fighting styles over the years spent training with his militia. From extreme close hand to hand combat, to various kicking and grappling styles. He has mustered the discipline to combine them all into one overall fighting style. He is also highly versatile in man weapons. His main weapons include the Gatling Bow, which he uses usually for long ranged strikes, a pair of custom made Cutlass Swords. He has also been know to use glaives, greatswords, flails, and countless others. The Mind stone had a compendium of abilities all on its own including; Cosmic Awareness. Dream Manipulation, Divided Mind, Emotion Manipulation, Empathy, Hive Mind, Illusion Manipulation, Mental Manipulation, Memory Absorption, Memory Manipulation, Mind Control, Mind Exchange, Neurocognitive Deficit, Pain Inducement, Precognition, Psionic Equilibrium Distortion, Psionic Inundation, Psionic Shield, Psychic Constructs, Psychic Navigation, Psychic Shadow, Psychometry, Pushing, Telekinesis, Telepathic Communication, Telepathic Perception, Telepathic Reception, Telepathy, and far too many more. (I'll list later) Over use of the mind stone usually leads to intense brain aneurisms, seizures, dementia, short term Alzheimer's, dizziness, loss of all senses. Cases have know to get far worse in users who have no natural affinity for the gem.</s> <\|message\|>Redoran, son of Rhuarn, of House Paladin Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things? When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that. He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone. So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran. "Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.</s> <\|message\|>Bron Bron nodded at the Prince. They had seen each other but a few weeks ago, so he dispensed with any formalities. He'd never liked wolves, or dogs. They were only loyal so long as you fed them, and he'd seen plenty starving dogs go rogue on their masters. He tightened his grip on his scabbard, despite the animal walking off, but didn't let his face betray his emotions. He'd gotten good at that, as a Hvar-täk player. So this woman was Shi'larra. He'd only heard Edgar speak of her, and was, to tell the truth, expecting what you'd hear in a child's tale. An elderly crone with a pointy hat. She was quite the opposite, she looked younger than Bron, and was strikingly beautiful. He paid no mind to that and instead spoke for the first time since his arrival. "Why should we listen to you... Sorceress? You've given us no proof of your intentions, nor any reason to trust you. I'm not even sure why I've been summoned half across the fucking country, or who's chasing us. Or indeed what."</s>	<\|message\|>Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew Before he could firmly step foot in to the house stable enough the shrill sound of a wolf engrossed the center of his being with a rather resonant presence. A swift tingle engulfed the entirety of him, causing him to stop abruptly in still frame. His eyes first, following the rest of his body quickly jolted in an about-face back out the barely shut door. Wolves, were known to roam the majority of their lands, but rarely are any ever found roaming the outskirts of the city streets, and from the sound of it, any particularly this large in size. Before passing through the door frame, he was immediately greeted by a sulfuric aroma that masked the air around the outside. Instantly, the startled prince firmly entrenched his stance into the ground; aimlessly but firmly grasping the grip of his right cutlass in regards to his suddenly provoked defense. Realizing that a terrorist like threat wouldn't be much of a considerable reason, he disengaged in a more composed stature fixing his expression in a foul manner, fanning the front of his face and sighing in antipathy as the stench crept up his nasal passage. The thought of exploding barrels of gunpowder crossed his mind, though it was highly unlikely that anything of the sort would be found in a place brimming with many a traveler. He fixed his attention on Alexis as her sudden words drew his attention towards her. "Likewise" he proceeded, still slightly thrown off by the pungent smell. Unsure of her immediate proposal about where the remaining gem bearers, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, reassuring himself that they were all indeed, strong trustworthy men. Alexis' sudden action compelled him in the direction of his own steed. He eyed over the back of his horse, pasting his attention back towards the streets, in search of anything seemingly, out of place as he prepared to mount. The familiar sound of trotting horse shoes could be heard off in the distance, followed by the appearance of a random wolf, and a woman perched upon a horse. As she grew more near, she became instantly recognizable as the one who had been contacting him in his dreams. Her nod of recognition deemed more approving to him than the vague glimpses of her astral appearance would justify, aside from the increasingly more noticeable smell. He nodded back in confirmation of her, and her sense of client to client confidentiality; which was surprisingly poised. He reached into a satchel firmly tied on the side of the horses saddle, and pulled out a palm full of specially made horse feed, listening in at the sorceress but remained without an answer as he palm fed the horse. It was obvious that they wouldn't be there long. None the less, he mounted his horse and hooded himself, snapping the reigns of his horse to prepare it for travel.</s>
<\|description\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Appearance Description: Shiro stands at 5'3" with an average build, messy white hair and dark, nearly black eyes that tend to be half-closed with her face sporting a blank stare. In school she usually wears a black vest or jacket over a white blouse along with a long skirt in the same dark colour that goes just over her knees. Age: 17 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: She didn't want it as much as she was dragged into it by her friend. Granted, she could sleep through pretty much anything, but even for someone like her there was only so much whining one could take. 'Shirooo, just come along already! I don't wanna go by myself! Come on, it'll be fuuun!' In the hopes that she might finally get some calm if she just came along once, and for the sake of her arm which suffered entirely too much tugging in the past weeks, Shiro eventually relented. It's not like she minded 'mystery solving' in particular, and it was certainly less stressful than being pushed into a sports club... Personality: Quiet and aloof to the point of being completely apathetic. If it wasn't for her friends making her do it, she would likely be too lazy to meet with anyone at all - in her first two years she got away without joining a club, but she got dragged into the mystery solving club for her third one. She thinks a lot and contemplates even seemingly mundane things for a long time, and gets annoyed when people make rash decisions or become loud and irritating - Shiro finds it hard to empathise with their enthusiasm. Despite all that, she is fond of her friends. Skills: Shiro is, despite her sluggishness, very intelligent and especially great at tactical and logical thinking, and can come up with a plan no matter the situation. Very perceptive, especially concerning smaller details others might miss - whether those details imclude small changes in the environment, things that are just slightly off or even small mood changes and little 'tells' in others that could, for example, give away a lie or when someone is uncomfortable talking about something. She is also oddly good at lying herself, something she picked up to get out of obligations more easily. Biography: Shiro grew up in a small mansion in the mountains that belonged to her parents, a considerable distance away from any major city - as such it was only natural that she didn't form many bonds with other children her age and grew up every bit as quiet as she is today. In fact, as far as anyone can remember, she has always been the same way; when classmates wanted to go for a run around the hills or for a swim in the river Shiro was the one who either didn't come at all, sat on the sidelines, or asked for a break every five minutes. When they went for a trip to the city, whether by car or train, she was dozing off a few seconds in, and when she was told to play with the dog she let him run around the garden while she slept on the porch. Even in class, she's usually found leaning all the way back in her chair or resting her head on her palm, one hand over an eye, just barely awake - though her grades are still good, which seems like a miracle to anyone who meets her. Her pondering comes with positive sides too - she often notices small things others miss as her mind lingers on the tiniest details. Relationships: ~for later~ Other: ~for later~</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka Well.... the entries this time were a merry bunch. There was the foreigner that had been the talk of the school for a while, there were also some people from her own and some first years as well, one of which surprised Hiiragi a lot after she started saying that she felt an evil presence in the room. Perhaps she was more sensible than the others, or maybe just more dramatic? In any case, taht was soon cleared and Hiiragi caught up into the joke after she started pointing at her. It was a good thing that she didn't show any hope in her face after seeing her, otherwise, it would've been obvious just how disappointed she now was. They were definitely a merry bunch, and Hiiragi hoped that they kept on with their merriness in what was to come. And that guy Gael? Definitely a guy that would get on her nerves no matter what. Well, it was time for their taste. Hiiragi stood up from the chair she was sitting in, running a hand by her hair and staring at the little group that had gathered in the club room. 7 people in total. She would've like two more but it was all right like that. More than enough. Maybe some to sacrifice as well.... Yeah, she should keep that joke to herself. "It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite of whether you actually want to be here or not. Now, let's get on going with this meeti-" Before she could end, though another person strolled into the room. A girl with blue hair and with a PS Vita between her hands. She hit the buttons furiously as she played. She walked into the room and simply leaned against a wall, without saying anything else. Hiiragi, at the very least, looked at her with confusion. After a while of feeling the girl's gaze on her, Hyouka finally sighed and left her game aside. She looked at everyone else and lazily introduced herself. "Fujino Hyouka. A pleasure to meet ya all. I'm here cause I want to solve mysteries and crap like that." And after that, she went on with her game. Hiiragi simply shook her head and went on with what she wanted to say. "Anyhow, let's get the meeting under way. As the new members of the Mystery Solving Club, I shall have you undertake a test. You will solve this school's first mystery, which I am plenty sure all of you know of, at least by name. Shall you fail to do this, I will not allow you to stay in the club. After that too, will be the last opportunity you will have to back off from this club, if you don't like what you see there." Hiiragi said, trying to be as clear and concise as possible. "You shall investigate throughout the school at your own content to find whatever clues you think are necessary. After that, we shall meet in front of this classroom at midnight. Opening the door at that time is strictly forbidden, though." "Then, gather clues, prepare yourselves and make sure to bring an extra pair of underpants. Tonight, you will not receive any assistance from me." Hiiragi took her bag and put it on her shoulder. She then walked to the exit of the classroom, not before looking back at the others and sighing. "That said, I am not the devil. I've left my notebook with everything you need to know in a certain place. It is a simple notebook, if a little bit worn out. If you have enough common sense, I'm pretty sure you'll know where to search. Have fun." With a little wave, Hiiragi said goodbye and made her way out of school. If anyone were to check on her through the door, they'd find nothing, as if she had disappeared in thin air. Hyouka stopped playing once she started hearing what Hiiragi had to say. Well, it seemed everything would be more entertaining than she expected. She decided to stay in the room to investigate. Investigation: START! Places of Interest NOTE: You need to go to one of these locations to search for clues. Once there, I shall explain where you can search and what you can find. I will also let you know what will be useful as clues. Yeah, if any of you played Danganronpa, you'll see that this system is fairly similar.</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson A whole bunch of other people were beginning to show up in the classroom, the majority of them decidedly Japanese. It turned out that him calling the white-haired girl 'White' was actually correct. Apparently, her name was 'Shiro' if Kazuo was to be believed. Smiling good-naturedly at the third year's comment, Gael pushed himself off the desk and stood up, allowing bandanna boy to appreciate the full extent of the foreigner's height. "Well," he said, looking down at the shorter male, "I'd love to say that it's due solely to my upbringing, but genetics are unfair like that, eh?" "And my my, Takeshi, never thought you were such a player, pining after two girls at the same time." Looked like the bespectacled baseball club member had larger balls than Gael had first expected. Gotta give him props for that, huh. Of course, to balance out all those enthusiastic individuals, an annoyed shorty with a babyface and blonde hair came in as well, citing that the only reason she was joining the club was because her councillor forced her to. Probably the delinquent-type, really, because there was no way in hell her blonde hair was natural. After the delinquent half-ganguro, a much more normal student walked in, a little on the skinny side, with brown, medium-length hair and a face that didn't stand out at all. Essentially? Boring as hell. Next~! Thank god the final person to arrive was actually FUCKING AWESOME. Gael had heard about 'chuunibyo syndrome' while he had been looking up information related to Japan, but he hadn't actually expected to meet someone like that. Her silliness was a breath of fresh air compared to what most Japanese people were like, and while she was most definitely underweight, the international student really didn't care. Such admirable confidence and gusto, with no regards at all to reality! People like her were the ones that would revolutionize society. Deciding to take the initiative on this occasion, Gael snapped his fingers to catch her attention and said with a wide grin, "Sup, Silver Agent! I like you! Name's Gael Ericsson, from Norway!" Before any more greetings could be exchanged, however, the club president spoke up once more, just as the final arrive, a gamer girl who also didn't look like she wanted to be here, arrived. Lots of girls, actually. How odd. Listening attentively to all that she had said, Gael found himself rather excited at the end of all this. While this DID sound like a staged event, perhaps a prank or whatever on the new members, it also sounded like tons of investigative fun. Hiiragi was probably tossing them under the bus, but this sort of difficulty spike was alright as well. And searching for a notebook containing vital information… One certainly couldn't get more RPG-esque than that. But first thing's first. Addressing everyone else in the club, Gael said, leaning against a wall, "Right, don't know about the rest of you, but seeing how we're gonna search for some satanic classroom until midnight, anyone feel like getting some food? Or are you all on a diet?"</s>	<\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiro, having fallen asleep leaning against the wall for just a second, slowly opened her eyes again and took a quick look around the room. Looks like the room had filled up quite a bit while she was out... some of the new ones looking considerably more troublesome than others. She had seen the foreigner before, though she never talked to him - he was exactly the type of person Shiro felt like she could not take it easy around, and he talked just a bit too much for her tastes. Though her head was still resting on her palm, she tilted it just a little bit when he addressed her. "Shiro, not Ho...wai...to." Shiro muttered quietly to herself, though her voice was soft enough to be inaudible to anyone else. She watched idly and silently as the rest of them came in - she didn't know much about most of them, but all in all, everyone looked like they were probably fine enough to be around, and it was not nearly as bad as she had thought it might be - Kazuo and Takeshi were there after all who she knew were alright, and most of the others didn't seem half-bad either. A freshman she had never seen before who looked friendly enough, and the gamer girl who had joined them late looked like she wouldn't be a bother at least - judging by the way she wandered in and barely responded when talked to, she certainly seemed like a loner. True, besides the Norwegian there were others who looked like they might become a bit troublesome if she just wanted to relax - the blonde one she knew to be a delinquent as well as the dramatic chuunibyou who seemed excited enough to make up for all the rest of them - but she figured if she turned out to be annoying after all she could get away not interacting with the blonde one much at all, something that judging by what she said should suit the other one just fine, and having someone else in the club be so excited and eager was not the worst thing either - if it came to doing the least amount of work possible Shiro was very resourceful, after all, and from what she had seen, chuunibyous were usually quite nice if you humoured them... perhaps some of those newcomers could even become friends of hers over time. Her train of thought was interrupted when she realised the president was in the middle of her speech, with the white-haired girl sitting up just a little bit straighter as she listened, though she didn't bother getting up from her comfortable spot on the classroom floor, still braced against the wooden wall - once she sat down, it wasn't uncommon for her to sit for at least half an hour: Getting up again was simply too tiring. Besides, most of what she said already seemed fairly obvious to Shiro... still, the thought of being able to quit after one session if she so liked appealed quite a bit to her, as did the fact that they would work independently - she always did much better being able to work at her own pace... a nice, slow, comfortable pace. When the speech was over and the president gone, Shiro was left to her own thoughts once more, pondering about where to go first, her eyes lowered and her face showing a look of deep concentration as she bit the tip of her thumb. The hallway was right out - there was no space to sit comfortably and too many people used it even in those late afternoon hours - and staying in that classroom that made even someone as calm as her just a little nervous didn't sound like the most appealing option either. The courtyard was nice and warm at this time of the day, but people would likely want her actually searching for clues when she was there, and that was not exactly what she wanted... leaving the cafeteria and the library. Biting her thumb a little harder she thought about what she wanted to do - the library was wonderfully quiet, but the cafeteria didn't sound bad either... though when she lifted her head and heard Gael speak, she knew her choice. If the loudmouth foreigner went to get food, then... "I'm going to the library..." Shiro slowly pushed herself up from the ground, making it look more like an agonising ordeal than the simple act it was and leaning against the wall once she stood again, letting out a sigh as if just getting up had sapped her of all strength. With the usual blank stare, she slouched a little closer to the door and looked at the others, past the ones who she was already friends with, particularly at the brown-haired freshman, the one who had come in with the game console and, oddly enough, the chuunibyou as well. "One of you wanna come with me...?"</s>
<\|description\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Appearance Description: 181cm. 80kg. Words like "short" and "scrawny" wouldn't even begin to describe the Takeshi you see today, though in his childhood they seemed a lot more applicable. Now, an aura of comely maturity has definitely replaced all that. Standing at a stable 5'11, the adolescent growth spurt appears to have hit him quite hard. He's not muscular or fat, but not bone-thin either, maintaining a healthy weight, if leaning slightly towards the higher bracket, credited to his love of caramel and caramel-including-foods. His hair is a short (a little below the jawline) dark brown, near-black, and among the many tufts he has an inch-wide section deep within the mess of hair that's dyed a cobalt blue, which can be seen when he shakes his hair out. Contributing to his ever-so-slightly-punk image is a piercing on his right ear. Usually he wears black studs or little double-ended spike studs. His eyes are a bright yellow-amber colour, and can almost be described as puppy-like when he gazes upon something that captures his fancy. Otherwise, despite his features being not overly handsome but far from 'ugly', he's known by friends to be seen grinning a fair amount, as if he has the situation perpetually under control. He doesn't mind wearing the school's uniform and happily does so, dark blazer and trousers with the silver trim that give them the flair. His clothing outside of school consists of turtlenecks coupled with jackets in the winter, and a variety of flannel shirts in the summer and spring. He also switches between a delicate pair of spectacles in royal blue rims and contacts, though you're more likely to see him with the spectacles on. Some of his teeth on one side are a tiny bit chipped at the bottom from an incident that occurred when he was little, though it's barely noticeable. He also has the hints of dark circles. Age: 16, soon going on 17. Year: 2 Reason For Joining: Takeshi, having spent the majority of his life at Mayami, initially thought all the rumours and mysteries were a load of malarkey. He had practically been there forever, how could things like that just slip him? Though the giddiness got the better of him and he doggedly pursued the poster's instructions, however not before he got a certain upperclassman of his in tow. For his eagerness to see what the fuss is about, and see if the rumours really are true or not, and to find out just what's going on if they are, a particular Shiro has to suffer. He also had to find out about something that transpired at school about eight years ago for himself once and for all... Skills: Surprisingly, an adept gardener. Though he's a little embarrassed he grows so many plants at home, especially the bright, showy kind... However, this gives him a heightened knowledge of botany, and the kinds of cures and poisons that can be extracted from or dealt with using the power of plants. At highschool student level, and from whatever the books he has on the subject have taught him, anyway. Also plays baseball for the school team, with an affinity for the feel of the wooden baseball bat in his hands, though true matches appear to be few and far in between. He is also quite good at whistling, and with a little practice, manage a fine rendition of most simple song's melodies. Also, computers are his second love. Using them, anyway. He's learning how to build them from scratch and some parts, though he much prefers the part where he can log on and play video games of his choice, and it's likely he knows what you're talking about when you talk to him about 'new' games in store. More so games with a mindblowing plot than what the norm might be. Personality: Takeshi tries his hardest to be cool. Evidently, it's working for him. Though the keyword is 'tries'. Though he puts on a courageous, enthusiastic front about most anything at first glance, he's the most likely to be psyched out and panic. Concerning himself, the front is to hide a lot of deep-rooted insecurities he has, just like any other normal teenager. Concerning his friends, he's 'the grinning cheshire cat' as far as he knows, 'disappearing when danger is around'. He feels especially strongly about his cowardice, and vows to change it: Another reason why he chose to join the mystery club, but could not do it alone. He makes an effort to be charming as ever at any given point, and enjoys flirting with most pretty birds, though it's only ever lighthearted. Although he is not particularly analytical, he's got quick reflexes (thank you, baseball!) which further adds to his nickname, "The Cheshire Cat". For effect, he sometimes speaks in poetic verse that usually is very bad, but hey, if he's happy with it. He tends to be sarcastic more often than not, especially when he hasn't gotten enough sleep, though even so he's a friendly guy, and happily accepts or speaks to anyone who needs any of him, regardless of their year or status. The most likely to think up of innovative new ideas and push for them to become a reality, but also along with his knowledge on herbs, he's taken up basic first aid to be a rounded off individual on the 'treatment' front, so knows a little bit about how to treat victims in requirement of immediate care. Your essential 'healer', however for him to work, you have to have all the items present... Biography: Takeshi grew up in the city, and attended the school for about as long as he can remember now. Not much truly has happened to him in his lifetime, he always had a good relationship with his family, his mother, father, older brother and younger sister...though an event from his childhood disturbs him immensely. He had a good friend who lived next-door, Shuuya, and he can't for the life of him remember what happened, but something went on at school and his friend started to become quite "paranoid" for lack of a better word. He always told Takeshi that something was wrong, that he didn't feel okay, and he felt like he was being watched and couldn't do anything against it. Takeshi brushed it off as nothing, telling his friend that he was just imagining it. However, this particular friend's odd disappearance in the next three days struck Takeshi as weird, and even weirder when the house beside his, where the boy used to live, seemed to 'shut down'. He cannot remember the last time he's seen the parents smile, and they always seem to be in a bit of a haze. Takeshi still was young then, so he doesn't remember how or why, but whenever he brought it up, his own family remained stiff-lipped, leading Takeshi to believe something had gone horribly wrong, though still left him in the dark as to what it was. He couldn't think of anywhere else but the mystery club at school that could help him solve what had happened to his friend Shuuya, or at least he could ask whoever was in charge about the events that transpired almost eight or nine years ago now. Relationships: Good friends with his senpai Shiro, or at least he'd like to believe, but with her, you can't ever really tell...Also happens to be crushing on her. Also, Takeshi and Kazuo go back a year, when Tak's baseball club led him to meet the athletic Kazuo. They became fast friends, and now Takeshi consults his senpai for general life advice, and the pair meet up once a week often to catch up and chill out like friends do. Other: Takeshi has a pet cockatiel at home he calls "Mint" after the English name for the herb. She's quite affectionate and is happy to be perched on his shoulder while he does his gardening in his balcony, where he truly gets to grow whatever he wants, as opposed to the front yard, which happens to be his parents' domain. In his backpack to school, along with his books, he carries some aloe in a little vial from his aloe vera plant at home, since you never know when you need the miracle plant. Also, the things in his backpack usually smell like lavender thanks to a little sack of the dried stuff he keeps in there to freshen it up. He himself also is found to radiate an herbal scent due to his time spent around spices and flowers of the sort.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s>	<\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s>
<\|description\|>Gael Ericsson Appearance Description: He's 6'5 and 198 pounds. What more can I say? Age: 17 Year: 2 Reason for Joining: Gael didn't have a mystery club back in Norway, and it sounded like a fun thing to try out. So essentially, yeah, he IS curious about these Seven Mysteries. Skills: Gael's most prominent point is less a skill and more of a quality. Being a foreigner, and one that goes out of his way to regularly exercise, his physical attributes are top notch. Chances are, in his year, he is unparalleled in strength and stamina. He's probably more physically impressive than most of the third years as well. Being an international student with a knack for languages, this particular student is capable of speaking four different languages fluently: Norwegian (home country), English (international language), Japanese (international transfer program), and German (personal interest). Funnily enough, he's also frighteningly skilled at making desserts, his repertoire spanning from crepes to egg tarts, cakes to rice sake. Maybe it's because he has a sweet tooth? Or maybe it's because he wants to become a cross-country dessert vendor. Gael has started taking lessons in singing just since last year, and considers himself to be better than the average student. Not that it means much. Personality: Gael Ericsson is a free spirit, someone whose self-confidence borderlines arrogance. He's an audacious, prideful figure, caring little for what society as a whole thinks of him. If he wants to do something, he'll do it. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't do it. And while he IS smart enough to know when to back down, all the compromises that he makes are simply what he considers to be 'tactical retreats'. An impossible situation to him is merely an interesting challenge, and, above everything else, Gael absolutely adores challenges. In a way, it's almost as if he's what you'd get if you combined a stubborn idiot with a talented elitist. Thankfully, he's at least capable of showing some degree of kindness to those that he considers his friends. Biography: People often think that a colorful individual like Gael Ericsson obviously must have an equally colorful past that made him who he was. Unfortunately, he didn't. For as long as Gael could remember, he had always just felt like an invincible superhero, superior to all those around him. Born in a normal family, in a coastal town in Norway, he spent his early years scampering around in the port, cheekily stowing onto fishing boats and the like. His parents rarely indulged in his antics, and punishment in the form of slaps or chores was common. It's not like Gael disliked it though, because it served to toughen himself up. Hard work builds character, as his father always said. It was when he was older, in elementary school, that he realized that his hometown was too small for him. Applying for a lower secondary school in the big city, he began to study as hard as he pleased, drinking in new sights until he tired of them at the age of 15. By then, he was aware of international schools in the area, and, without another thought, applied. Out of whim, Gael chose Japan, and out of hard work, he managed to raise his Japanese language skills to a high enough level that he was selected to be one of the few students who would be sent to finish their education in the Land of the Rising Sun. Others congratulated his luck. Gael knew that it was all just skill. At the age of 16, he found himself a nice little suite to live in, and began his school life in Miyama Academy as one of the more…interesting individuals at school. Gael did love the attention though. Relationships: N/A Other: He likes looking down at people. Physically and mentally.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s>	<\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s>
<\|description\|>Sanada, Kazuo Appearance Description: He stands at 1.82 meters and weighs about 81 kilograms. When not in his school uniform, he dresses in an urban-casual attire that consists of white sneakers, dark jeans, and various jackets, bandannas, and headbands. Age: 18 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: Every year, just for fun, Kazuo dedicates his time to a new club. This year he has resolved to join the Mystery Solving Club, for he had never heard of such a thing before. He had heard of Miyama's Seven Mysteries, but never took the rumors seriously enough. But with the proclamation from the principal, as well with him graduation soon, why not confirm about these so-called 'mysteries' before leaving? Who knows, maybe he will get a wish granted. Skills: He's a well-rounded individual, being moderately athletic as well as having critical thinking skills that are quite distinct. as he has a collective and quick mind, he's able to adapt well to his surroundings. Being charismatic is his signature skill - he is good at reasoning and persuading, as well as being able to disperse tension and anxiety among his peers. Personality: Cynical, indifferent, and calm are three words that best reflects his glassy personality. He is not the one to overexert himself in any situation, and he approaches his problems with a very methodical cool. With his refined mind and clear temperament, it is hard for him to get irritated or flustered, but at the same time, hard for him to get passionate and motivated as well. He is very neutral in character, a great trait that makes him a great friend. He is caring and understanding, as well as strict and forthright. Biography: Kazuo is senior at Mayami High School with above-average grades and came from an upper-middle class family. Nothing special can be said about him, for he's just a regular student attending his regular courses. He is well-known at school, however, as a likable senpai who's not quick to judge and is easy to talk to. Regardless of seniority, he interacts with all of his schoolmates in his same, casual manner. Relationships: [This will be added later on when all the characters have been accepted and will be updated as the story goes on] Other: He loves sweets, and can be seen eating candy of pastries most of the time.</s> <\|message\|>Fujino, Hyouka April 26th. After School. Classroom A-013 It was the after school, and the only person in the classroom filled with the orange rays of light of the afternoon was a single girl. The president, Hiiragi Tsumiki, was reading a book while she sat on a single chair, put in the middle of the room right beside a table. The other chairs were all piled up in the back and the room was neatly cleaned up. There were merely some things lying on the desk, as well as some other things inside the lockers and whatnot that should have been used by the students that would use the classroom under normal circumstances. If there was something normal about the classroom, at the very least. A repugnant, malicious aura came out of, well, everything about it. Anyone else would hardly be able to remain calm under the oppressive aura. However, for president Hiiragi, that was nothing. She was already used to it. Two years in there, two years that seemed to be even longer than that. She had a good feeling this year. Capable people might come today to the Mystery club. And she was going to make sure that each and every one of them had what it takes. If they didn't, then they'd just throw their lives away. A test was necessary. Necessary to see whether or not the new people would be able to survive. The door made a sound. They were seemingly trying to open it. And with that, it started. A whole new resolution to solve the mysteries had set in in Hiiragi's heart. No matter, who they were, Hiiragi would do her best to keep everyone alive. She owed her senpai at least that much. The door opened. "Welcome to the Mystery Club." The girl closed her book, giving the person who had just come through the door her full attention. "I hope I can help you with something. My name is Hiiragi Tsumiki, the president of this club. If you are here to join, then I congratulate you, for both your courage and resolve. It'll be needed in what is to come."</s> <\|message\|>Shiromi Kurosawa, 'Shiro' in short. Shiromi walked through the door at snail's pace, barely taking notice of the president or the book she was reading, nor the oppressive aura that covered the otherwise normal-looking room. Why was she here, anyway? All she wanted when she told Takeshi that yes, she would go check it out, was some calm - the past few weeks he hadn't been able to shut up about it, and though she was an easy-going person, there were only so many times you could poke a sleeping bear before it wanted the poking to stop, no matter the cost. Only she wasn't a bear, and rather than maul him, Shiro made an even bigger mistake and promised him she would go at least once. She got away with being a phantom member of other clubs, 'technically' signed to them but hardly ever showing up, in the past two years... but something told her it was not going to be quite as easy for this one. Just once, just to make him happy, and more importantly to quell his excitement, she told herself... how bad could it really be? With a blank expression Shiro finally made her way into the room, raising a hand and waving towards the president idly. "Mornin'..." She closed the door behind her and dropped the black bag she had slung over her shoulder to the ground, the suspicious lack of a sound it made as it hit the ground giving away that it was mostly empty. All the chairs had been moved aside, and for a few seconds she looked over to the piles in the back, debating whether it was worth the effort to take one for herself... before she made up her mind and leaned against one of the walls instead, allowing herself to slip down until she was sitting on the ground, looking up at the president when she heard the question, her head braced against the wall behind her and arms loose at her sides. Now that she was sitting, the white-haired girl began to feel the foreboding aura of the place, like an itch on the inside of her head that kept her on edge and that she couldn't quite shake... she shook her head a little as if to clear it from the feeling, but it didn't go away. Shiro let out a little sigh. She was calmer than one might expect given just how prevalent the aura was in the room, but she didn't feel especially happy either, and even she couldn't relax nearly as much as she liked with this... Shiro sighed again, bringing her knees up a little higher and a hand to her chin. "Nah... I'm just here to check it out 'cos I promised someone... that's all. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s>	<\|message\|>Sanada, Kazuo Kazuo Sanada yawned as he strolled down the hallway, seemingly abandoned this late in the day as students had already gone home, or have met up elsewhere for their own after school activities. He himself had just finished up his studies and homework at the library in preparation for tomorrow's classes, as he wanted enough free time tonight to laze around and relax after the club activities. After staying up late the previous night due to catching an interesting drama on tv, he was quite exhausted as the day was wrapping up. It'd be nice to get some early shut-eye tonight. A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he rounded the corner, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember the exact location of where the club will be meeting. After spending two years at Mayami Academy, he still has a hard time remembering exactly where everything is. After all, it is a fairly big campus - big enough, in fact, to even incorporate things that are said to be 'other-wordly': The Seven Mysteries of Mayami Academy. And it is these 'Seven Mysteries' that the peculiar 'Mystery Club' will be revolving around, and is the club that Kazuo will be attending this afternoon. One might wonder why a young man like Kazuo would be interested in such things that pertains to the occult and the supernatural, but the answer is quite simple: a believer or not, this was the club that interested Kazuo the most. Why not learn a thing or seven about your very own school before graduating and leaving it behind for good, especially if they do solve it, a wish would be granted by the Headmaster himself? It was also a bonus that he recognized some of the members as classmates and friends. And so he approached the classroom door with an open mind, giving a small, polite knock before softly swinging it open. Despite the familiar faces that stood out to Kazuo, his senses picked up something more alien. It was a very subtle feeling, but still, he shivered a bit. Perhaps it was they way the afternoon sunlight provided the classroom with such an odd and surreal ambiance ; everything within the room looked so...dreamy...but kind of unsettling. Still, the sensation didn't really bother him so he focused on more important matters. Reaching a hand to fix his black headband that kept his long hair in a more presentable and charmingly stylish manner, he gave a small but warming smile to the occupants of the room. "Wow, and I thought I was gonna be very early. But it's nice to see all of you here." He walked up to the small group, a hand casually clutching the straps of his pack loosely. "Shiro, Hiiragi, how were both of your days? That math exam was quite difficult huh?" Turning to Gael, he quietly and quickly looked the taller man up and down before flashing his signature, crooked grin. Kazuo had to look up with his sharp, hazel eyes just to make eye contact with the foreigner. "And you're Gael, right? Geeze, you're a year under me and yet you're so damn big. That's an international student for you." The boy chuckled before turning to Takeshi, whom he gave a small pat on the shoulder. "Why can't you be that tall, Takeshi? I'm sure Shiro would admire you then." He said that last part with a hand blocking his mouth from the other students in teasement. Though Takeshi is slightly taller than his senpai, that doesn't stop Kazuo from making fun of his kohai. After the small greets to his peers, Kazuo took one more look around the room. He gave a small whistle of approval. "Yeah, this place definitely fits the whole 'Mystery Club' thing. The atmosphere is...pretty peculiar, isn't it?" He nodded to himself, as if answering his own question. Now it's just time to wait for the rest of the members, he figured.</s>
<\|description\|>Tai Kagura Appearance Description: Kagura is a short girl with strawberry blonde hair with large red hair bobbles and cerulean blue eyes. Her hair colour is blonde it is long in length, making it past her shoulders. Height - 167cm Weight - 61Kg Bust Size - F Age: 17 Year: 3 Reason For Joining: "It's not like I joined because I wanted to. The councillor made me do it. Out of all the other dumb clubs, yours' seemed the most entertaining. I can't wait to bust some myths like that weird american TV show. What?! N-n-no! I don't watch it! What gave you that idea?!" Skills: Being who she is, Kagura is head strong and brave. She never gives up on an idea or goal once she has her mind on it, doing whatever she can to complete her goal. Kagura hates seeing her friends and fellow club members frown and make sad faces, she tries her best to keep the mood happy or energetic, to keep everybody's moral and hopes up. When Kagura ditches school, she normally visits the gym as to keep up her physical health due to her aspirations of becoming a world champion boxer, she has very high Stamina and Strength, but also can't handle pain very well and is prone to getting hurt easily. Personality: Kagura is energetic and often gets into trouble, but she welcomes danger with open arms. She often gets into mischief with her friends in the popular crowd of the high school, normally she wouldn't be caught dead hanging around school doing activities, she thinks school is a waste of time and money and could be used for better things. Despite this, Kagura is by no means a ditzy moron, she is actually quite bright, but has many moments of stupidity which can be seen as cutesy or adorable behavior. Normally the cheerful or go getter of the group, she can become easily enraged or frustrated over trivial things, but tries to keep calm in serious situations. She can be stubborn and rude, but it's just a part of her Tsudere nature. She loves to play around a lot and is a bit on the rough side. Biography: Kagura stems from a very cultured and prideful family, to which she despises beyond all belief. She prefers to mess around and have fun, doing what she wants and not what others tell her to do or how to behave. Despite the constant flow of culture being forced upon her, she normally breaks away from her Asian heritage and watches programs or movies from America or divulge in more Western society due to her keen interest in it and her dislike of her own upbringing. Kagura dreams of one day being a world champion boxer, although she would happily settle for national champ, she holds this dream close to her heart and takes most if not all of her opportunities away from school, at the gym, or enjoying a stress relief with her friends. Her parents disapprove of her behavior, views on school and dislike of her heritage, they constantly remind her of how she should act and what she should be doing. To which she ignores them and does what she feels is best for her. Though her parents have never stopped their daughter, they try and push her into the right direction indirectly, by contacting the school, Miyama Acadamy, to keep watchful eyes on her and to make sure she stays out of trouble. Relationships: [This will be added later on when all the characters have been accepted and will be updated as the story goes on] Other: When Kagura is in a good mood, her hair will be up with her favorite cherry hair ties. When she is depressed she will let her hair be untied.</s> <\|message\|>Takeshi Miyazaki Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle. He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president. "Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere. "Shiro senpai. You came!" The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes. "Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths. His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out. "Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?" He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet. "And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."</s> <\|message\|>Gael Ericsson Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting? No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right? Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now. He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well... "Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."</s> <\|message\|>Sanada, Kazuo Kazuo Sanada yawned as he strolled down the hallway, seemingly abandoned this late in the day as students had already gone home, or have met up elsewhere for their own after school activities. He himself had just finished up his studies and homework at the library in preparation for tomorrow's classes, as he wanted enough free time tonight to laze around and relax after the club activities. After staying up late the previous night due to catching an interesting drama on tv, he was quite exhausted as the day was wrapping up. It'd be nice to get some early shut-eye tonight. A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he rounded the corner, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember the exact location of where the club will be meeting. After spending two years at Mayami Academy, he still has a hard time remembering exactly where everything is. After all, it is a fairly big campus - big enough, in fact, to even incorporate things that are said to be 'other-wordly': The Seven Mysteries of Mayami Academy. And it is these 'Seven Mysteries' that the peculiar 'Mystery Club' will be revolving around, and is the club that Kazuo will be attending this afternoon. One might wonder why a young man like Kazuo would be interested in such things that pertains to the occult and the supernatural, but the answer is quite simple: a believer or not, this was the club that interested Kazuo the most. Why not learn a thing or seven about your very own school before graduating and leaving it behind for good, especially if they do solve it, a wish would be granted by the Headmaster himself? It was also a bonus that he recognized some of the members as classmates and friends. And so he approached the classroom door with an open mind, giving a small, polite knock before softly swinging it open. Despite the familiar faces that stood out to Kazuo, his senses picked up something more alien. It was a very subtle feeling, but still, he shivered a bit. Perhaps it was they way the afternoon sunlight provided the classroom with such an odd and surreal ambiance ; everything within the room looked so...dreamy...but kind of unsettling. Still, the sensation didn't really bother him so he focused on more important matters. Reaching a hand to fix his black headband that kept his long hair in a more presentable and charmingly stylish manner, he gave a small but warming smile to the occupants of the room. "Wow, and I thought I was gonna be very early. But it's nice to see all of you here." He walked up to the small group, a hand casually clutching the straps of his pack loosely. "Shiro, Hiiragi, how were both of your days? That math exam was quite difficult huh?" Turning to Gael, he quietly and quickly looked the taller man up and down before flashing his signature, crooked grin. Kazuo had to look up with his sharp, hazel eyes just to make eye contact with the foreigner. "And you're Gael, right? Geeze, you're a year under me and yet you're so damn big. That's an international student for you." The boy chuckled before turning to Takeshi, whom he gave a small pat on the shoulder. "Why can't you be that tall, Takeshi? I'm sure Shiro would admire you then." He said that last part with a hand blocking his mouth from the other students in teasement. Though Takeshi is slightly taller than his senpai, that doesn't stop Kazuo from making fun of his kohai. After the small greets to his peers, Kazuo took one more look around the room. He gave a small whistle of approval. "Yeah, this place definitely fits the whole 'Mystery Club' thing. The atmosphere is...pretty peculiar, isn't it?" He nodded to himself, as if answering his own question. Now it's just time to wait for the rest of the members, he figured.</s>	<\|message\|>Tai Kagura The councilors room was sort of small, it wasn't so much as a 'room' but a shoe closet. Crammed with furniture and small radiator heater. Kagura sat on a really worn out chair and listened to the councilor moan and whine about her activity in the school. "Tai-San, you should be more aware of your actions you know. Universities these days don't accept just anybody, and you had better pick up your act in-terms of misbehavior, its almost repulsive how you treat your teachers and other classmates." Kagura had heard it all before, it was nothing new. He would rant on about how she's needs to stop trying to be 'popular' and focus more on her future. It had been the third time this week she heard this speech of his. "Now, Tai-san, I must inform you that if your behavior does not improve, we will be terminating your education here at the academy." Kagura shrugged her shoulders, she didn't care. In fact, she was happy to be kicked out, that way she wouldn't be tied down and could actually do what she wanted to do in life. But the councilor suddenly had an idea, a stupid one at that. He picked up a flier from his desk, it was one about a new 'Mystery' Club that had reopened up, it was under new management. With a crooked smile the councilor got up and dragged Kagura over to the Club Meeting room. Along the way he explained to her, that if she participated in a club, not only would her attitude towards school improve, but they wouldn't need to expel her from the academy. Not that Kagura honestly cared. Once the duo arrived, he shoved Kagura in the door and waved to the students in the room before going off to do something unimportant elsewhere. Kagura looked at the other kids. She didn't know any of them personally, only that like, two of them were in class, or at least the same year as her. She wasn't entirely sure, she just knew she had seen them around. With a reluctant groan, Kagura tilted her head up. "I'm here to join this club, not because I wanna, its just cause that dumb councilor made me. I probably won't even show up that often, so don't count on it." Kagura could feel a strange aura, it made her feel anxious , but she stuck it out, trying not to show any weakness.</s>
<\|description\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Moving my characters to a different post. --- Alias: Elemental Gender: Female Age: 23 (Earth years) Parents: Ransetura and Arnensa Kuinu (both deceased). However she has been adopted by Peter Parker. Powers: Estella can control the elements of nature. Due to her race communicating strictly through the mind she possesses a natural aptitude for telepathy. In turn her people's evolution has granted her a great deal of resistance to mental intrusion. Bio: Esuterura (her name is derived from her home planet) was the princess of a planet named Suteruraru. It was a very lush planet and its people were very close to nature. As far as their history goes the people have possessed telepathy, very early on making speaking unnecessary and forgotten. Over time they evolved the ability to manipulate the elements around them. Typically an individual could only manipulate one and it was a marvel to be able to control two. But over many very careful selection of marriages, a select few families managed to gain all five. These families, through fear or respect became the ruling class, seen as royalty. Though tension existed between them, there remained an uneasy peace for many years. Technology advanced while small conflicts tested the limits of diplomacy. The Kuinu line rose to be the strongest ruling power. Eventually the lines of communication were shattered by the sounds of war. At first it didn't look like much would come of the smaller families pushing back. When alliances began to firm the threat became a real. The Kuinu family were loosing ground at an ever accelerating rate. Things were not yet beyond the point of no return. However, not wanting to put his daughter in danger the king ordered the remainder of the Kuinu family to be evacuated. Most of their resources committed to the war a small fleet of cruisers took to the stars with the enemy in pursuit. The fleet attacked and destroyed, only a few stasis pods escaped with the sole instruction to land on the first habitable planet it detected. Upon arriving on Earth, Estella (as she had become known) found herself surrounded by a strange people that were not accustomed, or adept, at communicating telepathically. Moreover those she was with were not ordinary in their own right. Out of place but not without encouragement she began to learn about the world and the strange concept of speech. Over time she began to fit in and make friends. But her toughest trial would not come from her new home. Hidden away on the ship she arrived in was one of the very weapons that helped destroy her world. Transformed into a soldier for a long extinct war Estella fought against her new destructive instincts. Seeing that she was losing control she set off in her repaired ship to find a cure for her condition. Attaining that goal did not come without consequences. Losing her memories the only clues she had left to follow were Ben Parker's memories. They had been implanted in her mind during her transformation. As one might expect this caused her more than a little confusion. Lost and alone the Parkers became her de facto family for a while. But two years later she was surprised by Peter with adoption papers and officially became part of the Parker family. Resigning to stay at the only place she'd ever really lived on Earth, Estella was only a couple years away from graduation when things started going wrong. While the academy was founded for the next generation of supers it apparently wasn't the only one that thought of it. Without the tried and true heroes out in the world new villains began to surface that were not bound by the treaty. Earlier than expected the time had come for their training to be put to the test. Mentally Estella was prepared by both the academy and the weapon she'd been exposed to. Emotionally she was uncertain and afraid of the public reception. But there was no way around it and she had her father and brothers to help her out. She would protect her new home to the best of her ability. Having a good mode of transportation meant that as a team they could get around fairly quickly. Though coming up with parts to repair the things was easier said than done at times. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Adrian Kravinoff After being seen to have his hands properly cleaned and bandaged, Adrian exited the medical tent still looking a little shaken and exhausted, but ultimately much better now that he'd had a chance to have his wounds looked at and clear his head. During his search for survivors Adrian had never stopped trying to find any piece of evidence that could help him find the one responsible for the school's destruction. It defied explanation, as the (self proclaimed) world's second greatest hunter, Adrian had been taught from the moment he was capable of learning that everything left some sort of trail behind when it moved. It could be anything; a scent, a track, even something as easily missed as a bent branch or a crushed leaf. Sure in the city it was a bit harder to find a trail, but even then the pattern still remained the same. But there was no evidence to be found here, nothing that could possibly used to track. The only thing Adrian knew of that left absolutely no traces was when someone or something went full on scorched earth, but even that couldn't have been the case as it would have wiped out everything. Adrain gripped his head as if trying to force his brain into overdrive, "There's got to be something I missed. Has to be. Has to be." he muttered tiredly.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Crane Nicholas had helped the daughter of Daredevil putting his mask back on to hide his face form everyone,He slowly picked up the girl helping her on her feet and into the medical tent.Once he got inside she thanked him and looked around for a moment to think if he should help but shook his head saying goodbye to Mordock's daughter heading out of the tent.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe turned to Kagerou, pitifully grateful for the offer. but she shook her head. "I just don't want to check alone" She said softly, "I was going to call. To ask if he'd take one day off, to hang out with Daniel. Why didn't I?" She swallowed, and turned back to the rubble. There was nothing more to say. They both knew he would have hated to be away, when something like this happened. It was just her own guilt. She began to move it with her vines, knowing full well that Kagerou could move it more easily. Connor COnnor looked around, a long, lingering gaze at the destruction. "Flood, we have seen something like this both, haven't we? On a smaller scale. In power development, with Sue. Whose to say that there isn't someone with Sue's abilities out there? After all there's plenty of empaths, telepaths, out there. Why not more sound users? Of course, this is massive scale. Just one of many theories about what could have happened Here. Excuse me, I should go stop Adrian before he kills himself searching" He said, his eyes having landed on his team mate. "Adrian!"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @knight125 Makoto let Estella guide her into the tent where a mature man worked expertly, she didn't recognize him but he also wasn't in a paramedic's uniform. Paramedics were around, working with what they had and transporting who they could fit to what Makoto assumed was the closest hospital. Makoto resolved to the option that the strange man was gifted and was either extremely educated or could heal others. A flicker of envy burned inside her, all she ever wanted was to help like that but her gift was one of destruction. Well, she really shouldn't think like that. Storm had taught her that if she put enough effort and thought into it, she could use her powers for anything. As it stood she already knew how to act as an AED and jump start someone's heart. On that note she looked around, spotting a paramedic doing chest compressions while another was headed towards him with a stretcher. "Wait!" Makoto called, catching the attention of some bystanders. "Let me help." she rushed over, caught up in the moment and forgetting to thank Estella. The paramedic looked confused and frustrated with her. "No, really, I use electricity. I know how to shock his SA node." By now the other paramedic had reached them. With the consent of the one doing compression, the other helped prep the student as best she could. Makoto confirmed with the medics the approximate age and thus voltage to be used. She placed her hands quickly on the top right of the dead boy's chest and one to his right side just below the arm pit. "Alright..." she said, raising her hands slightly off the boy. "... clear?" the paramedics nodded and Makoto pressed her hands onto the boy's bare skin. He jolted, his muscles flexing involuntarily. Makoto raised her hands, a paramedic checking for a pulse, she shook her dead no. "... clear?" the boy flexed again and the woman checked for a pulse. This time she nodded, a slight smile breaking across her tired face. Makoto beamed at the success, her first human one, and moved out of the way of the paramedics.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood nodded at Connor and looked over at Makoto. He saw her revive a student and smiled. Always the helpful one. He grimaced when he realized someone was going to have to tell her about Storm. He walked over towards Makoto and stopped. "Makoto. I need to tell you something." He had a slightly mournful look on his face as he took off his cowboy hat. "It's Storm. She's... I'm sorry." He looked at Estella and mentally pleaded for her to explain. He was always terrible at this type of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin Katherin wrapped her arms around Phoebe. Had Phoebe located her father? Or was Bruce still missing? She wanted to ask but she needed to comfort her friend first. She couldn't imagine what she would do without her father and she had had him her whole life. Phoebe had only had Bruce a few years. It wasn't fair for to lose him so soon. Especially like this. We'll find them Phoebe. We'll make sure that they pay for what they did.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @floodtalon Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery. Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father. "What do you mean..?" Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? "Flood?" she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.</s>	<\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route. "Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary Kalinda It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad. She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought. She watched them, wary.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Don Michaelsen Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.</s> <\|message\|>Eldkatla Lokidóttir An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course. Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause. BREAKING NEWS: ACADEMY OF HEROES AND VILLAINS ATTACKED, ATTACKERS UNKNO... Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove. It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan Allen He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked. He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close. "What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do." He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever. --- Jack Parker Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit. "You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect. She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful" She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster. Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside. She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go" She knew they would be there in no time flat</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Kagerou While still going she noticed that Phoebe had made her way back. Surely she was looking for her father. Knowing better than to leave Phoebe alone in her search she followed the young woman to Bruce's once office. Stepping next to her she put a hand on her shoulder. "Would you like me to check first?" Estella With her head spinning Estella heard something. A voice of someone familiar. It took a moment for it to sink in and when she connected the dots she stood up suddenly. Makoto had returned. Sudden movement was a bad idea though and she stumbled nearly falling over. Thankfully she was caught and given time to get her barings. "Mokoto!" Trying again she her way through people to the other girl. The only oddity was that Estella had used her real name. Most of the time she had come to call her Gale out of habit.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto smiled limply at Estella, an old friend. They had been close at the academy but after they graduated, the two had lost contact with the other. She had many positive memories about the elemental telepath. "Hello Estella." She said, warmth filling her tone. "Is there a medical tent or has anyone just recently died? Please, tell everyone I can help if that's the case." her tone steeling to a more professional key. Makoto lifted the flap of her bag, exposing some basic first aid supplies and a few textbooks with elaborate titles on the spine, as if to explain what she could do. She didn't completely realize that Estella may not have known that she was in health science and knew her way around basic health care.</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella Mokoto assumed right. Since their parting ways she had not kept up well with many of the graduates. And ordinarily she wouldn't have known about the profession she had chosen to pursue. Storm did know however and at the very moment Estella was being heavily influenced by their encounter that night. Smiling proudly she stepped closer and wrapped Mokoto up in a hug. "Yes I know. I'm so proud of you Makoto. The medical tent is this way." Taking her hand she lead her former classmate to where the injured were.</s> <\|message\|>Adrian Kravinoff After being seen to have his hands properly cleaned and bandaged, Adrian exited the medical tent still looking a little shaken and exhausted, but ultimately much better now that he'd had a chance to have his wounds looked at and clear his head. During his search for survivors Adrian had never stopped trying to find any piece of evidence that could help him find the one responsible for the school's destruction. It defied explanation, as the (self proclaimed) world's second greatest hunter, Adrian had been taught from the moment he was capable of learning that everything left some sort of trail behind when it moved. It could be anything; a scent, a track, even something as easily missed as a bent branch or a crushed leaf. Sure in the city it was a bit harder to find a trail, but even then the pattern still remained the same. But there was no evidence to be found here, nothing that could possibly used to track. The only thing Adrian knew of that left absolutely no traces was when someone or something went full on scorched earth, but even that couldn't have been the case as it would have wiped out everything. Adrain gripped his head as if trying to force his brain into overdrive, "There's got to be something I missed. Has to be. Has to be." he muttered tiredly.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Crane Nicholas had helped the daughter of Daredevil putting his mask back on to hide his face form everyone,He slowly picked up the girl helping her on her feet and into the medical tent.Once he got inside she thanked him and looked around for a moment to think if he should help but shook his head saying goodbye to Mordock's daughter heading out of the tent.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe turned to Kagerou, pitifully grateful for the offer. but she shook her head. "I just don't want to check alone" She said softly, "I was going to call. To ask if he'd take one day off, to hang out with Daniel. Why didn't I?" She swallowed, and turned back to the rubble. There was nothing more to say. They both knew he would have hated to be away, when something like this happened. It was just her own guilt. She began to move it with her vines, knowing full well that Kagerou could move it more easily. Connor COnnor looked around, a long, lingering gaze at the destruction. "Flood, we have seen something like this both, haven't we? On a smaller scale. In power development, with Sue. Whose to say that there isn't someone with Sue's abilities out there? After all there's plenty of empaths, telepaths, out there. Why not more sound users? Of course, this is massive scale. Just one of many theories about what could have happened Here. Excuse me, I should go stop Adrian before he kills himself searching" He said, his eyes having landed on his team mate. "Adrian!"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @knight125 Makoto let Estella guide her into the tent where a mature man worked expertly, she didn't recognize him but he also wasn't in a paramedic's uniform. Paramedics were around, working with what they had and transporting who they could fit to what Makoto assumed was the closest hospital. Makoto resolved to the option that the strange man was gifted and was either extremely educated or could heal others. A flicker of envy burned inside her, all she ever wanted was to help like that but her gift was one of destruction. Well, she really shouldn't think like that. Storm had taught her that if she put enough effort and thought into it, she could use her powers for anything. As it stood she already knew how to act as an AED and jump start someone's heart. On that note she looked around, spotting a paramedic doing chest compressions while another was headed towards him with a stretcher. "Wait!" Makoto called, catching the attention of some bystanders. "Let me help." she rushed over, caught up in the moment and forgetting to thank Estella. The paramedic looked confused and frustrated with her. "No, really, I use electricity. I know how to shock his SA node." By now the other paramedic had reached them. With the consent of the one doing compression, the other helped prep the student as best she could. Makoto confirmed with the medics the approximate age and thus voltage to be used. She placed her hands quickly on the top right of the dead boy's chest and one to his right side just below the arm pit. "Alright..." she said, raising her hands slightly off the boy. "... clear?" the paramedics nodded and Makoto pressed her hands onto the boy's bare skin. He jolted, his muscles flexing involuntarily. Makoto raised her hands, a paramedic checking for a pulse, she shook her dead no. "... clear?" the boy flexed again and the woman checked for a pulse. This time she nodded, a slight smile breaking across her tired face. Makoto beamed at the success, her first human one, and moved out of the way of the paramedics.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s>
<\|description\|>Phoebe Gender: Female Age: 27 Parents: Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley Powers: plant manipulation. When pjoebe first developed her powers she was clumsy with them, mostly using vines even when coming to the academy, but throughout her training, whether at the school or with her mother, her skills began to expand and vary, so that she now has a multitude of attacks and control over plants Bio: phoebe was left, and raised in an orphanage as her parents best thought to protect her. When she found out, she was at first angry and hurt, but has now come to understand why they did it, if not completely sure of the reasoning behind it. After graduation, and marrying Ryan, she was glad to move to New York. Always perfering an apartment over an actual house, she prefered to live in the city then in the outer suburbs. She loved the feel and the motion of it, and near a park, she had everything she needed. She developed her own landscaping company, with has done well, enough so that it doesn't need her constant attention. Then she began what she had formulated back at the academy, with her degrees in business, and began to infiltrate what she suspected as bad places. She would adopt the persona she saw as her alias, Deviks Snare, gather what information she needed and then slip away. There were several things she did with the information. If it revealed something terrible, she would at once attack as Devils snare, or if it wasn't as bad as that, she would give the informTion to those that knew what to do with it. As the years progressed, and Phoebe began pregnant, she stepped back a bit. After the birth of Daniel pjoebe dedicated as much time and energy as the boy demanded, cherish him and going beyond just simple parental love. She was happier then she ever had been, with Ryan and their son. She slowly began to get back into the world of business but how took precautions to make sure nothing would fall on her family Appearance: just green Name:Kalinda Gender: Female Age: 22 Parents: Raven Powers: empathy and emotion control, shadow manipulation, telekenisis, flight, teleportation. When Kalinda first developed her powers and attended the academy, she was clumsy, to the point of destruction. Her empathic ability made even the simplest tasks hard, but now, she is in complete control Bio: Kalinda was fifteen when her powers manifested. A trying time for anyone, but even worse for Kalinda, having to deal with her own confusing emotions and development and those of her peers. Six months after developing her abilities, she enrolled at the academy. For a while, she didn't really have any plans for the future, or at least not more then "control". Then she came to the idea of becoming a psychologist. So she got her degree. Graduated the academy, and now practices as a therapist. Often, if a trouble child or teen, and perhaps the occasional adult, that comes to her, she will sooth and smooth rough, confusing emotions helping them to deal with them as well as improving their lives. No one knows of her other alias. Of black night, the hooded figure that seems to haunt the night. Appearance: Name: Conner Age:23 Gender: male Parents: tony stark and Pepper Potts Powers: apart from an iron man suit? Nothing really. His mind. Appearance: 6"3, short black hair, brown eyes, light skin that is boarding on pale, quite thin-always and somewhat scrawny (just without the glasses) Bioto come soon Name: Harry Gender: male Age: 16 Parents: unknown to him Powers: Harry's abilities are somewhat hard to understand. He has always had them, and they happen with his eyes. When he looks directly into someone's eyes, he gains their memories up until that moment, as well as who they are as a person, and one future image. Some people are immune to this power. He has two other abilities, less...of a toll on him. Super strength, which is of course simple, and mild mimicry of others abilities-meaning he can copy others powers but when he uses them they aren't strong. Personality: Harry has an unstable kind of personality, due to his abilities. However, he is a kind person, often seeming quite intuitive. But he is quite a shy person, often not speaking up. Bio: Harry was abandoned on the door step of a SHIELD agent, wrapped in a blanket, and left to be discovered. The Agents house was Phil coulsons, who, at first was suspicious of a child on his door step, for who but someone in SHiELD would know his home? But in didn't take long to realise the child was just that-a child. Unable to locate the boy's parents, Coulson eventually decided to keep him. As Harry grew, it soon became obvious that he had strange abilities. Unable to participate in school, Coulson had him home schooled, as he figured out a way to give Harry the chance to participate in life. It took a few years but eventually Harry was presented with a set of special classes which enable him to function, preventing his abilities, which are accessed through his eyes, from overwhelming him. He started at the academy when he was 13, glasses new to him, and although not particularly outgoing, managed to work through his schooling well. When the school was attacked, Harry found himself trapped, but in moment had gotten himself out. Afraid, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much, at least until it was safe, he fled the school, but hurt, he didn't get far and instead, fell asleep Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) JuneAlways with the killing. Was this a guy thing or was she just dealing with psychopaths? "Our jobs come primarily through SHIELD or Cadmus. It depends on what they need. Most of the time we do what the job calls for no matter what. However I've come to learn that killing puts you on people's bad side. So I would like to keep it off the table unless needed." Taking the paper back she looked around the small space. "You will make some pay. But a bulk of it will be going to your sentence." --- Lady LoboWanting to keep this little encounter quiet the agents quickly moved Lady to the underground space that survived the attack. Taking all the equipment on the alien away they locked the woman's arms together with devices designed to hold some of the more powerful beings they'd encountered. Her legs were similarly shackled. They placed a collar around her neck and explained that it contained a sleeping gas to pacify her again should she attempt to break free. And finally Lady and a simple chair were placed in a containment field. Coming to to find herself captured she cursed under her breath. Still under the effects of the gas though she was a lot more calm, at least for the moment. "Where am I?" EstellaHaving had the chance to nurse her head it was wrapped to stop any more bleeding. Moving underground with the prisoner she watched her carefully. Whoever this was knew things about her that few would recognize right off the bat. Finally waking she stepped closer and glared at her. "In a lot of trouble. What the hell are you doing here? Who are you? Why did attack me? Were you the one that destroyed the academy?" Her questions just started coming out. Maybe she should slow down but it was a little late now. Taking a deep breath she backed off. Lady LoboThe questions came one after another and her disoriented brain took a while to process them. "I'm here because... because there are many rare species on this planet. I want to revive their population. I think." Bits and pieces of what she used to do were still fairly prominent parts of her motivation. The execution was the problem. "You can call me Lady Lobo. My real name is hard for humanoids to pronounce." She continued. The last two questions were were more serious and she woke up a little bit more. "Attack you? I wasn't trying to attack you. Ugh, but I guess I did." Leaning her head back she tried to keep herself stable. It wasn't often she had a chance to think clearly. Her eyes darted around and examined the room. It looked like a large hangar or maybe a bunker. Losing the fight she grinned a bit and faced Estella again. "I didn't attack the academy. That would harm the specimens that you so rudely kept me from. With enough genetic material I can bring back near extinct races like yours. I'm living proof of the process." While talking she attempted to break free of her bonds but didn't have the strength yet to really do the job. Frustrated she stood up and moved around what little she could and more closely studied the containment she was in.</s> <\|message\|>Reinhardt Darkholme Reinhardt looked over at June his face showing a bit of interest in what June was giving him,"Mhm sounds like a good deal...and i guess if i say no then i will stay here for a long long time" Reinhardt said now moving his finger form his beautiful blonde hair to his teeth picking some food out of his mouth."So i think i will say yes...so now that i agreed to the job how long will it take me to get out of here?" He said to June his eyes slowly moving so he was looking at Nicholas.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor flinched as his phone rang, and with a heavy sigh, he answered it, wondering what had happened now. He recognised the signs of weariness, and frustration, and yet, he knew that if he tried to sleep or relax, it just wouldn't happen. He composed himself before saying "what is it flood? Have you found something?" He hoped that tnat was so, even as he just resigned himself to simple news.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "I didn't really find anything per say." Flood looked at Lady Lobo and then shook his head. "Some sort of alien scientist named Lady Lobo attempted to take several DNA samples of deceased students. She said it was to revive dead species. She attacked SHIELD agents and I had to fend her off until Estella and Kalinda showed up." He sighed heavily. "I wanted to update you on this, because she seemed to be, in my own opinion, a possible recruit. She is very durable, enough so to deflect bullets with her bare skin, likely a hand to hand specialist, and no real cause. With persuasion she could be a valuable asset for the team." Flood listed the pros of recruiting her before snapping his fingers in remembrance of a fact. "There is one small problem though. Remember how I was in high school? Yeah she's a lot like that."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Revive dead species? That seemed like something against nature, and while Connor had seen a lot, reviving the dead was something he didn't particularly like. Taken samples from the dead, from those they had yet to retrieve. It just seemed completely morbid, and Connor closed his eyes, weariness once more rising. As Flood continjed talking, he thought, trying to access things. "So, a dooch?" He said, shaking his head, "I know nothing about this Lady Lobo. While all that information is good, I think extra secruity procedures are essential at the moment before taking any strangers on. Give me a description and a name other the Lady Lobo and im sure I can find something"</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Lady LoboOverhearing Flood talk about her she whirled around, nearing falling in the process. "I was not trying to get anything from the students. They aren't nearly unique enough to warrant my expertise. I wanted the Kryptonian and Martian samples mostly. Humans are so... so boring." She glanced at Estella again. "Though she also fits the criteria. A rare alien species just waiting to make a comeback." Her attention wandering she seemed to be daydreaming. EstellaThis was the second time that the crazy woman mentioned her being rare in some fashion. What exactly did she mean but that? Stepping closer she crossed her arms. "What do you mean rare? My people aren't from anywhere near here. How would you know anything about them?" Somehow she couldn't believe that Lady knew about her homeworld. Lady LoboShaking her head she rolled her eyes. "How out of touch can you be. They were practically wiped out after their fifth Interplanetary War." Glancing at Estella the shock on her face conveyed that she didn't know about the battle. It couldn't have been that long ago in her species history. How could she not know about it? "[color=lightlbue]Wait, you seriously didn't know? Have you been living under an asteroid? That was like a hundred years ago.[/color]" That drew an even bigger response and Estella's stomach dropped. EstellaTwo wars? She missed two interplanetary wars during her flight here? Covering her mouth she turned and stepped away to compose herself. She hadn't heard anything about her world since arriving on Earth. This was an extra shock to an already bad situation. The only difference was that there was absolutely nothing she could do for her people. --- June"You'll be out in an hour. Sit tight while I get the arrangements set for you." Motioning that they were done the officers came back in to escort Reinhardt back out. "See you soon." Once they were clear and back at the front office she handed the warden the docs to get their teammate. Looking at Nicholas she smiled slightly. "Alright, so we'll have our third shortly."</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood took a quick picture of her and sent it to Connor. "I just sent you a picture of her. She just said that she doesn't care about the humans, just the Kryptonians and the Martians. And Estella's species. Also she just made Estella cry. You know what, I'm just going to put you on speaker." Flood pressed the speaker button and turned towards Lady Lobo. " Hey I just put my boss on speaker. If you have anything to say to him, now would be the time." He told her while waiting for a response.@t2wave</s> <\|message\|>Reinhardt Darkholme Nicholas really didn't want Reinhardt on his team but it wasn't his decision it was the bosses,"SO is their a fourth member to our team?" He asked June secretly hoping their would be no one like Reinhardt.Meanwhile Reinhardt was being process frightening a guard before coming to the front office wearing a purple suit with matching slacks and a Bugs Bunny tie in the color of blue,He was had on light brown expensive Italian shoes with black socks form a clothing store form Sweden.</s>	<\|message\|>Phoebe seriously, when did he start calling me Boss? How did I not notice that? connor thought to himself, before focusing his thoughts once more. He sat down, and put his own phone on speaker. In seconds, he had hacked Into Flood's phone and put it onto video, so he could at least see something. Kryptonian. Clark, then. In anycase, his opinion still stood on that matter. "You chose a bad day to try and collect samples, Lobo. There is this little thing could polite request. Rather then desecrating the dead, and also potentially ticking off a lot of people who are already royally ticked off, you should have requested a meeting. Stark industries still has interests and holdings in the academy, as does Luther, and now, I guess, Wayne's goes to his daughter. Explain why you chose to do this, and why you have just added more complications ontop of a whole pile of complications" Connor said, keeping weariness out of his tone, he spoke in a level voice, and he could have been in any number of meetings.</s>
<\|description\|>'Daeara Roth', goes by Crow. Gender: Male Age: Unknown. Appears, physically, to be in his early twenties. Parents: His mother is Raven, or Rachel Roth. His father is, at this point, unknown. Powers: Daeara retained his mother's species as a half-demon half-human hybrid, and thusly, possesses immense power - especially due to being Trigon's only grandson. This gifts him the natural powers of his mother, Raven, albeit stronger due to the generational skip. He has the ability to form his soul-self, an astral projection of his soul, in the form of either a ghostly, pale gray shade of his human body, or in the form of a giant, majestic black crow. He has the ability to control destructive shadow and darkness, and their energy, along with general energy manipulation, psionic abilities, teleportation, and other things such as flight, emotion manipulation, and sorcery; the ability to control different sorts of mythical magic. As well, mostly from his father's and grandpa's side, Daeara has an enhanced form; his physical abilities being far greater than that of a regular human's. Due to his immense power, said to have the ability to be even more catastrohpic than his mother's own, Daeara must always stay in control of his emotions - as having large outburts of anger or sadness can make his powers go haywire.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Connor Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route. "Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary Kalinda It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad. She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought. She watched them, wary.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Don Michaelsen Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.</s> <\|message\|>Eldkatla Lokidóttir An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course. Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause. BREAKING NEWS: ACADEMY OF HEROES AND VILLAINS ATTACKED, ATTACKERS UNKNO... Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove. It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan Allen He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked. He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close. "What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do." He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever. --- Jack Parker Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit. "You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect. She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful" She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster. Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside. She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go" She knew they would be there in no time flat</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan grinned back at her. "I still thinks he is more amazed by your powers. He loves plants. I wonder what a fast moving plant user will be like." He asked trying to get her to laugh. "He is gonna be a handful when he is older. I can only hope that he is more like you than me. Things could get ugly if he is like me. Way too headstrong." He said laughing again. He smiled as he picked her up and nodded. "I was hoping he would be a plant user. When he gets older he is gonna eat a heck of a lot. Remember how I was a few years ago?" He asked holding her behind him. "Remember the first time I did this? The pizza place. The first day... It does not feel like six years ago." He said as he ran out the door towards the school. Again he was not being as fast as before. He did not want to hurt Phoebe.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Estella A race? The three of them had been thinking the same thing. Humor must be a defense mechanism in the family. A nuance picked up from her brother's memories and the past five years. They would get there either way. "Alright, you're on. See you at the academy." After saying it she paused slightly before running off to her ship. The ship itself was always hidden out of sight. At least when not in use. Becoming somewhat of a mechanic she was the only one that really understood how it functioned. The headset allowed her the option to control it remotely for quite some distance. If the pilot was inside she could set it so others could fly it as well, affording it was plugged in. Training the boys on how to use it was tough. The thing was not designed for the human brain so the neurons were not in the same place. --- Five minutes prior to the attack A normal day at the Academy. Students were out and about. Since sticking around Mimic and Kagerou would take turns teaching Power Development each month. This was her month so she had this last week. Having changed things up a bit she was having the students play a game of king of the hill. Not even five minutes in a deafening rumble came from above. Dust and small pieces of the ceiling above came down. Something big had hit the Academy and before the instructor could really move to go see what had happened a second crash landed and the room began to break up. No time to see what it was. Hands out and closing them back together everyone, including herself, in the training room was pushed to the center by telekinesis. IT probably was not the most pleasant experience suddenly being shoved but it saved their lives. As the rest of the building came down on them Kagerou erected a barrier around them. For what must have seemed like forever to thee students rubble fell down around them, visible through the transparent TK shield. In short order they were effectively buried alive. They only had so much air, so Kagerou tried to keep them all calm. She wasn't going to tell the students this, but she could sense lives being extinguished. "It's alright, we're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Another rumble rattles the earth and everything shifted around them. While she could hold it together there was nowhere to go until it ended. Present Things had been quiet. They were too far underground to hear anything on the surface. But there didn't seem to be anyone out there that was attacking. The first order of business was getting some fresh air into the bubble they were in. Pointing up she shot a thin line of TK force through the debris above. A nearly imperceptible puff of air came out on the surface. A second one insured that they could continue breathing.</s>	<\|message\|>'Daeara Roth', goes by Crow. Crow felt an energy signature, and slowly, he looked over towards the side. There, standing at a distance, a floating female stared at him, dressed much in the same manner as he; She wore a black cloak and all...and there was something extremely familiar about her. He didn't know why, since he couldn't see her face...but there was still a connection. Deciding that it wasn't important, Crow turned away from her, floating down until his feet were only a few feet above the ground. There, he floated around the wreckage, head turning periodically as he looked at the wreckage.</s>
<\|description\|>Kagerou Rotusu Alias: Vitality Gender: Female Age: 5343 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as an instructor at the school. And for the last five years she had been teaching at the Academy when it was attacked. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou Helps move some of the rubble. This place was barely recognizable in the aftermath. Shelves knocked over and crushed, books strewn everywhere. The desk that he often sat behind was in similar shape. Whoever had planned this did the job well because if Bruce was a target then they accomplished their goal. Anticipating the coming emotions Kagerou stood close, ready to comfort Phoebe. Estella She watched Makoto work. Expertly the young woman controlled her ability to such a degree that she could restart a human heart without harming them. That was not something she herself could do. Part of that might be because her abilities were spread across many elements. But also it had never occurred to to use it in such a way. Having witnessed the saving of a life she walked up to Makoto. "That was amazing. I didn't know you had progressed so far with your abilities."</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Even as grief tore at her, Phoebe's expression became blank. She took everything in, but didn't seem to react. Five years. Five years wasn't that long a time, made smaller by the fact she could have had 27 years. "I'm going to rebuild this school. After I catch the ones who did this" She said softly, standing there, and for a moment, it might seem that she was frozen in place, before she looked away. Her composure broke, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tight, she sought to rein herself in. It was only will power that stopped her from breaking down. "Um. I left plants were there were students, alive. We should...see if...if there are still some that need to be taken to the medical tent" Her voice shuddered as she spoke, but there were still things to do. There was no sense in breaking down, not now. She couldn't stay there. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had fled, running back down the rubble. The familiar shape of Katherin drew her, and scrambling, she flung herself at her friend, holding onto her tight, something familiar in a landscape of unfamiliarity.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood nodded at Connor and looked over at Makoto. He saw her revive a student and smiled. Always the helpful one. He grimaced when he realized someone was going to have to tell her about Storm. He walked over towards Makoto and stopped. "Makoto. I need to tell you something." He had a slightly mournful look on his face as he took off his cowboy hat. "It's Storm. She's... I'm sorry." He looked at Estella and mentally pleaded for her to explain. He was always terrible at this type of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin Katherin wrapped her arms around Phoebe. Had Phoebe located her father? Or was Bruce still missing? She wanted to ask but she needed to comfort her friend first. She couldn't imagine what she would do without her father and she had had him her whole life. Phoebe had only had Bruce a few years. It wasn't fair for to lose him so soon. Especially like this. We'll find them Phoebe. We'll make sure that they pay for what they did.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 @floodtalon Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery. Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father. "What do you mean..?" Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? "Flood?" she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe soon gained control of herself, but she still clutched to Katherin. For a few moments, she just wanted the warmth of friendship. Eventually though, she pulled away. "They're not going to go down easy. And the only way they will stay down, is...if they are killed" She swallowed, and looked aside. How long could they stay here, searching for bodies, for survivors? How long until they could find anything that might lead them to who did this? "What do we do?" It was a hopeless question, merely made of frustration. Kalinda Kalinda eventually just had to get away. Being here all day, it took a massive toll of her. She needed some distance, some...closure herself. How many people had she felt slip away today? Their emotions dying off, until there was a kind of acceptance for their fate? She didn't know. But those last, dying emotions swam around inside her, until she was no good to anyone. She found her way into the trees that had surrounded the school, leaning against a tree, and meditated. She wondered, fleetingly, about her clients, but she couldn't do anything for them now.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I know sweetie. I know. I am not big on killing but I've learned that sometimes it's unavoidable. We will do what you have to do. These people can not be allowed to live. Not after all the lives they've taken."Katherin told her old friend. Too many young lives had ended for no reason. It had to stop. They might be Heroes but that didn't mean that they had to allow the bad guys get away with killing so many.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe wasn't worried about the killing. She knew she was capable of it-everyone was under the right circumstances. She sighed softly, no, what she feared was, how many more lives would be lost, before they could stop those responsible? It made her tired just thinking of it. It also made her sad, and just plain annoyed. Because she would have to make sure Daniel was safe, and therefore, she would have to stay away from him, at least for a little bit. She could lead killers right to him. She wiped her eyes, and sighed "we need to finish up here. We need to set up a hot line, for worried parents, and we need to make sure that the students will be safe, and that their families will be too. If whoever did this just wants to take down those with super powers, then any of us could be the next targets. I need to make sure the students will be okay. They need a safe place. If we can find one"</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) @Hidden Lilly Flood lowered his head but looked back up when he heard Storm. But it wasn't her, it was Estella. "What the hell?" Flood looked confused for a second but quickly adjusted. "Is that you Storm? But you're dead!" For one of the first times in his life Flood was left speechless. Or he would've been if he hadn't been so curious. But he knew he shouldn't intrude on this private moment. "I'll wait outside." He walked out and composed himself. "Figures things would start to get interesting, when class gets back in session."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter [/KATHERIN "I will start working on a hotline. Im not doing much at the moment. I just need a list of students and staff that have been found. It would be helpful if I also knew their current conditions that way I can reassure as many as possible. As for somewhere safe. I think this" Katherin indicated to the debris around her. proved that no where is safe. I don't think we should waste time looking for something that doesn't exist. Whoever did this wanted to demoralize us. They wanted us to shut down the school and hid. We cant give them what they want. We need to find out what buildings are still usable and use them. Some of the student will want to go home. Some of the parents will insist their children go home. But I think most will stand up and fight. Because that's what we as superbeings so. Good or evil we all fight back when someone tries to push us down.</s>	<\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouExiting the rubble she began to transport the bodies down an opening she created. She floated them with her TK one after the other. They couldn't leave them outside exposed. Very likely someone could come by and try to snatch them for any number of reasons. Of the main structure nothing was left. But below there was still the bunker like space created to withstand extremely powerful metas. It would have to serve as a morgue for now. Stepping over to Katherin and Phoebe she nodded. "I agree, we cannot just go into hiding. We do that and people will start to wonder. We want the public on our side as much as possible. Sentiment for metas has been on the decline lately but now... We have an opportunity." Most of the time she didn't like to make things political. It made people into objects more than the souls they really were. But they did need the public eye on them beyond getting attacked. "Whoever did this has something to gain from eliminating both sides. There are a lot of people who could want that. But only the most ruthless would do something like this." There weren't enough leads right now. Who would do this? Also who would have the ability to. If there was any luck someone would claim responsibility. But those were usually fanatics that wanted to appear bigger than they were.</s>
<\|description\|>Kagerou Rotusu Alias: Vitality Gender: Female Age: 5343 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as an instructor at the school. And for the last five years she had been teaching at the Academy when it was attacked. Appearance: ---</s> <\|message\|>Estella Kuinu Parker (Original name: Esuterura Kuinu) Estella This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. Storm Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe soon gained control of herself, but she still clutched to Katherin. For a few moments, she just wanted the warmth of friendship. Eventually though, she pulled away. "They're not going to go down easy. And the only way they will stay down, is...if they are killed" She swallowed, and looked aside. How long could they stay here, searching for bodies, for survivors? How long until they could find anything that might lead them to who did this? "What do we do?" It was a hopeless question, merely made of frustration. Kalinda Kalinda eventually just had to get away. Being here all day, it took a massive toll of her. She needed some distance, some...closure herself. How many people had she felt slip away today? Their emotions dying off, until there was a kind of acceptance for their fate? She didn't know. But those last, dying emotions swam around inside her, until she was no good to anyone. She found her way into the trees that had surrounded the school, leaning against a tree, and meditated. She wondered, fleetingly, about her clients, but she couldn't do anything for them now.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I know sweetie. I know. I am not big on killing but I've learned that sometimes it's unavoidable. We will do what you have to do. These people can not be allowed to live. Not after all the lives they've taken."Katherin told her old friend. Too many young lives had ended for no reason. It had to stop. They might be Heroes but that didn't mean that they had to allow the bad guys get away with killing so many.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe wasn't worried about the killing. She knew she was capable of it-everyone was under the right circumstances. She sighed softly, no, what she feared was, how many more lives would be lost, before they could stop those responsible? It made her tired just thinking of it. It also made her sad, and just plain annoyed. Because she would have to make sure Daniel was safe, and therefore, she would have to stay away from him, at least for a little bit. She could lead killers right to him. She wiped her eyes, and sighed "we need to finish up here. We need to set up a hot line, for worried parents, and we need to make sure that the students will be safe, and that their families will be too. If whoever did this just wants to take down those with super powers, then any of us could be the next targets. I need to make sure the students will be okay. They need a safe place. If we can find one"</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) @Hidden Lilly Flood lowered his head but looked back up when he heard Storm. But it wasn't her, it was Estella. "What the hell?" Flood looked confused for a second but quickly adjusted. "Is that you Storm? But you're dead!" For one of the first times in his life Flood was left speechless. Or he would've been if he hadn't been so curious. But he knew he shouldn't intrude on this private moment. "I'll wait outside." He walked out and composed himself. "Figures things would start to get interesting, when class gets back in session."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter [/KATHERIN "I will start working on a hotline. Im not doing much at the moment. I just need a list of students and staff that have been found. It would be helpful if I also knew their current conditions that way I can reassure as many as possible. As for somewhere safe. I think this" Katherin indicated to the debris around her. proved that no where is safe. I don't think we should waste time looking for something that doesn't exist. Whoever did this wanted to demoralize us. They wanted us to shut down the school and hid. We cant give them what they want. We need to find out what buildings are still usable and use them. Some of the student will want to go home. Some of the parents will insist their children go home. But I think most will stand up and fight. Because that's what we as superbeings so. Good or evil we all fight back when someone tries to push us down.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouExiting the rubble she began to transport the bodies down an opening she created. She floated them with her TK one after the other. They couldn't leave them outside exposed. Very likely someone could come by and try to snatch them for any number of reasons. Of the main structure nothing was left. But below there was still the bunker like space created to withstand extremely powerful metas. It would have to serve as a morgue for now. Stepping over to Katherin and Phoebe she nodded. "I agree, we cannot just go into hiding. We do that and people will start to wonder. We want the public on our side as much as possible. Sentiment for metas has been on the decline lately but now... We have an opportunity." Most of the time she didn't like to make things political. It made people into objects more than the souls they really were. But they did need the public eye on them beyond getting attacked. "Whoever did this has something to gain from eliminating both sides. There are a lot of people who could want that. But only the most ruthless would do something like this." There weren't enough leads right now. Who would do this? Also who would have the ability to. If there was any luck someone would claim responsibility. But those were usually fanatics that wanted to appear bigger than they were.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe ""I didn't mean for us to go into hiding, obviously we can't, but we cannot expect students who have barely been in the school to fight. Some of the older students, or those that have been in longer could fight. But i think most will need time to recover. How many survived?" It was a rhetorical question, but it was what she needed to say. Phoebe sighed, "What are we meant to do? There's no leads. It's not like we have anything to follow at the moment." Connor Connor grabbed Adrian as he continued to search. "If we haven't found them yet, Adrian, then there's no one else to find. The telepaths and Empaths haven't found anyone else for a while. Stand down. Rest" he said, pushing Adrian towards the food tent, now equipped with warmers for hot food. He sighed, and looked about, weary beyond belief. Kalinda Kalinda knew she could do know more the find survivors, and so, she teleported away, back to her home. It was a small apartment building, chosen only because the apartment she had had a small, secret space that didn't seem to be known about. In there, she had computers, and some training equipment. Mostly though, her training was done at night, using the city itself. this was were she went now, in her suit, and opened a compartment, where she armed herself with the weapons she had trained with the last five years. Several throwing knives, placed in strategic places around her body, the bow and quiver of arrows that were black, and laid flat against her back. As well as some tech that she had had made for herself. Spy tech, really. And then she headed out. harry the young boy woke to a world that was darker then when he had fallen asleep. How long ago was that? Four, five hours? More? He jolted up, and let out a cry at as the sudden move hurt his side. bruised or broken ribs. Fabulous he sighed, and gingerly pushed himself out, looking about. There was the school. Or rather where it wasn't. it really happened Of course it did, boy-o. You might be half crazy, but not even you could imagine something like this! the voice that was, it seemed a million different voices in his head seemed amused at this. Shut up! He ignored this mental chat, as he began his way back down to the school. He could see movement. Shame washed over him. He should have stayed, and tried to do more. But he was scared. he didn't want to die. He stumbled over the wreckage, seeing a couple of people he recognised. When he saw Kagerou, he looked down, his cheeks reddened. Surely the teacher would be ashamed of him, be disgusted for him leaving and not doing anything. But he suspected that he needed help. "Ma'am..." he looked, fleetingly at the others she was with, then away, not wanting to meet their eyes, despite his glasses. Somehow, they had survived the destruction. "ooh" a wave of lightheadedness washed over him and he fell to his backside with an "oof". He reached out, to brush his hair back, to feel his own fore head, but it came away sticky with blood and encrusted with dried blood. is this my blood? "I...I don't feel so well"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Phoebe, if we can't hide them they have to fight. They are going to be in the crossfire as long as there isn't a safe place to put them. I want to protect them as much as you do honey but we don't have a lot of options. Whoever did this isn't just going to ignore them. They won't be safe anywhere. So we might as let them fight. Their going to end up in the line of fire no matter what. It's better if that happens when they are with us who are fully trained rather then when they are alone with their parents." Katherin took Phoebe's hand. She knew that her friend was thinking about her son. Be what she said was true. There wasn't any place safe to put the students.</s>	<\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu Kagerou"If they intended to kill everyone they would have stayed to make sure the job was done. If someone claims responsiblity it is a scare tactic. And if no one says anything then it's probably a power play." There weren't many options on the table. And even less with where to move everyone. Without knowing the motive they could be hit again even with the public eye watching. Looking over she quickly picks Harry up off the ground. He was a reletivly new student. His powers made it tough for him to be around others. Apparently she was an exception though which was good. Everything that she'd seen and done would probably drive most others mad. Carrying him over to the tent she began to care for his wounds herself. "Stay still. Do you feel any pain?"</s>
<\|description\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Gender: Male Age: 21 Parents: Deadpool and Killer Frost Powers: Great skill with almost all forms of weaponry and Cryokinesis. Bio: Throughout Flood's time in the Academy he always felt hated by nearly all the students. He always felt isolated from everyone else and that no one wanted to be friends with him. When he graduated at the top of his class in Weapon Handling he let everyone know exactly how he felt and how much he hated everyone at the Academy. He cracked down on all the wrong doing at the school and took down as many bullies as he could. After graduation Connor had offered him a spot in an Avengers like team. He accepted the offer Connor made to him for his team and smiled like he always did. He felt like for the first time in his life he was accepted. So he got much more serious about his job and straightened out his life as much as he could. He rarely had his psychotic breakdowns, and was an advocate all over the world for Anti Bullying. After finding out about the Academy being destroyed he didn't care all too much due to his experiences there. But it was still a crime and he was not one to let a crime go unpunished. Other: Recently taken to dying his hair various colors. The latest color is a snow like white.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Harry When Kagerou was finished with him, Harry leaped off what he was sitting on. He pulled his hood over his eyes despite his glasses. "Thank you. I'm going to go see if I can be any use, finding any surviving students" He said, starting out the tent, knowing he wouldn't be much help, at least for a few days, but being outside was better then being in that tent with injured and medical staff. He looked about, seeming to be at a lose when he took everything in. You can't do anything, boy-o! it was like a cackle in his mind, and Harry growled, SHUT UP he closed his eyes tight, as if in concentration, before sighing heavily, and opening them again, pulling his hood down further. There didn't seem to be anything he could do, but just to prove the damned voice wrong, he moved about, searching for anything he could do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter KATHERIN "That was sort of my point Phoebe. It doesn't matter if they are here or with their parents. Some of the super parents can protect them as well as we can, but not all of them have super parents. Some of these kids are first generation like my dad was. Their parents would just be cannon fodder. I don't think that spreading the damage is the best idea. We need to draw the fire away from the norms as much as possible. We need all the supers together." Katherin told her.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood looked over at Harry and smiled. "It's always good to see a student trying to help. But we've done all we can right now. All that's left is to simply clean up what's left." He told him with a small frown etched on his face. It quickly went away though to be an replaced by a look of curiousity. "What do you plan on doing now kid?" He asked never looking directly at him.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe phoebe Phoebe knew that this was true, yet it didnt make her feel better. Not one bit. She sighed softly, and nodded "I know. It doesn't mean I have to like it" she said softly, swallowing. Right then, all she wanted was Ryan, and Daniel. But she couldn't go to Daniel, couldn't risk it. She sighed again, looking over to see who was around harry Harry flinched as Flood spoke to him, glancing at him briefly and then away. He gave a shrug, "I don't know" he said, "I could go home, but then I might be putting my dad at risk. I could stay here, but I'd rather not have death memories. There isn't much I can do, really. To be honest, I was just here to find a way to...control my abilities. But super strength is easy to control, and mimicry is never that hard, really. It's just my,..other abolitiesl he shrugged "I don't know"</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor JuneGiven the state most of the students were in she stopped asking questions. Instead she began to walk around and spotted a couple heroes conversing away from the others. Phoebe Allen and Katherin Winter if she recalled from previous reports. During training she was required to read up on all the emerging heroes and villains. Making her way over she raised a hand briefly before getting within earshot. "Hello, I am Agent Tennor. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD to asses the situation. I would appreciate if you could tell me everything you know about the incident here." As one might expect the terminology was very impersonal. Such was usual when encountering an Agent.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "If you're talking about your eye problem, just talk to S.H.I.E.L.D. about it. Or any rich person you know really. Cyclops got his glasses no problem, and I think shooting death beams out of your eyes uncontrollably is a tiny bit worse then whatever you have. You know how I know? You haven't hurt anyone by looking at them, that's how." Flood shrugged off any worrys Harry had brought up. He then thought about the living problem for a moment. He snapped his fingers and grinned. "I might have an idea." He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. "Ever heard of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? Because I know they haven't been destroyed recently. I could probably get you in there. I'm pretty good friends with Logan. He almost tolerates me as a matter of fact! He only tried to kill me twice the last time we talked!" Flood began getting excited at the opportunity to talk to Logan again.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe looked to this Agent, staring at her, her expression blank, deliberately making it so. Phoebe didn't particularly like SHIELD agents. Part of her always thought they thought they were better then anyone else, that because they had SHIELD to back them up, they were better trained, better skilled. "Why should we? For all we know, SHIELD ordered the destruction of the school" Phoebe said, that theory just dawning on her. While she knew SHIELD were happy for the school to be in existence, if SHIELD found it a threat, would they do this? Maybe that was a question for Flood. "In anycase, we don't know anything" Phoebe replied, before looking to Katherin, "Have you seen Makoto, do you know if she's here?" She asked, sure that their friend would be here, but Phoebe hadn't been looking for her, merely hunting her way to her fathers office. Harry "You haven't seen what my abilities does, to myself, and the person who I...imprint with. Imagine experiencing your whole life, memories, thoughts, feelings, in one go. Most just assume they...are confused for a few moments. Others are effected worse. And as for me...Every time I absorb someone else's...mind" he chose for lack of a better word, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit more of myself" Harry sighed softly, "Xavier was a teacher here. Or taught here. I don't know if he was in the school at the time of the attack. And I'd rather not immerse myself in another school. Tell me, would you just go to another school, another place, and hide, after this? Or would you aim to fight, to figure out what happened, and to help?" Harry looked over at Flood, meeting his eyes for exactly two seconds, before looking at a spot a few inches higher.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "I see... You're putting yourself in a difficult spot. You know that right?" Flood asked as he closed his phone. "Do you want revenge? Or do you want justice? Don't answer, just think about it. If you reach a solid answer call this number." Flood quickly listed off his phone number and looked at the sky. "I'm going to continue investigating the destruction of The Academy. Not because I liked it. But because people died here. Without me and everyone else you see around." He motioned to everyone else around the makeshift camp. "They will never get justice." Flood got up and looked at the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. "I gotta go Harry. Just make sure to remember that phone number." He walked over to the agent and smiled. " Hello there. Let me guess, S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you here to evaluate the situation and how bad cleanup is going to be, right? That or you came here to start recruiting since most students here don't have anyone else to go to. Stop me when I'm right." Flood looked somewhat pissed at the presence of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin shook her head. "No I haven't seen her. I am sure if she has heard that she is here. She would probably be looking for Storm. She answered. She hadn't seen the older woman either. Had she survived the attack? They needed a list of survivors. She grabbed a notebook and started writing down the names she had seen.</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor JuneSHIELD and the school haven't always been on the greatest of terms. At best they usually tolorated each other. The whole idea of a school built for the purpose of training heroes and villains seemed stupid to even her when she was sent here in the past. The facility was a powder keg and it was a wonder it lasted this long. This however was a tragedy and June didn't take kindly to her organization being accused of terrorism. But she knew better than to just go off on them. Emotions were high and she wasn't there to start a fight. After a sew seconds of silence she sighed and shook her head, breaking the typical soldier motif. "Listen, I know we as a whole haven't always seen eye to eye. But SHIELD would not do something like this. There were innocent people in this program and if I thought for a second they were responsible all of you would be the first to know." Phoebe mentioned not knowing what happened and seemed to dismiss her. That was fine as someone else approached. Turning her attention to Flood, June studied him for a moment. From what she knew and could remember of this guy he could be rather unstable. He seemed to have mellowed out though after getting into the hero gig with Stark. More insinuations were thrown at her. Though this time they were quite a bit more reasonable. "The first one. They wouldn't send me if they wanted to recruit newbies." Well so far she was very unwelcome here. June however wouldn't be intimidated and just stared back at the young man.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) Flood relaxed and rubbed his temples. "Glad to see a SHIELD agent is being honest for once. Sorry I got a little in your face about that. This whole thing is just stressful. If The Academy had been destroyed any other way, I would be celebrating right now. But this... this is horrifying." He looked at the rubble with a hope that he was hallucinating and everything would be fine. But it was still rubble and people were still dead. " Not sure if you knew this agent, but I was with SHIELD for a bit of time. Didn't turn out well for me. A little too structured ya know?" Flood looked at the sky and shook his head. "I'm rambling though. What do you need Ms..." Flood trailed off not knowing her name.</s> <\|message\|>June Tennor June Following Floods gaze at the rubble she couldn't help but agree. She did know of his short work with SHIELD but didn't say anything about it. When he asked for a name she smiled slightly. She did enjoy hearing her own name even when she was the one saying it. "Tennor, June Tennor. My story is kind of opposite. I attended the academy briefly before getting involved with SHIELD. I didn't have a name at the time. People called me 533 at the time." Now she was the one rambling. It wasn't something she did often and she caught herself. "Like I said earlier, I'm assessing the situation. SHIELD wants to know what happened so we can prevent it from ever happening again." Glancing at the medical tent she wondered if she should call in. They could provide a secure facility for everyone to stay while everything was sorted out.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe harry Harry took the number, and not glancing at it, shoved it into a pocket. He looked over the destruction, eyes grave. He sighed, looking over To where there seemed to be a group forming. He over hesrd what was being said, and he spoke up softly "you can't prevent things like this happenings. As long as people want power, they will display their skills like this" he looked down at the ground, not looking at any of them after a quick glance. "s.H.i.e.l.d has a curious way of being in places just that little bit too late to stop things happening. And typically, those that aren't shield agents but 'meta humans' brought together by SHIELD, battle and get justice" He shrugged, "this school was something special. If those that wanted to hurt meta's and those with special abilities, they have hit the heart of our community. I was raised to stand up for my beliefs, for those I care about, and yes, to follow orders. The students will want to fight too" he stepped closer, swallowing "and You won't be able to tell them not to." phoebe Hadnt Phoebe seem that Storm didn't survive? She winced, and began to look for Mokato, "I'll see if I can find her" she said softly, wondering where she would be, or even if she could do anything. All Phoebe wanted was to just find a quite area and let herself feel. But she couldn't, not while people were suffering. "Mokato!"'she called</s>	<\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "We don't know what happened. I'm not sure anyone does. Maybe one of the many unconscious students know what happened." Flood suggested. "So far I have been hearing rumours that this is some sort of power play by another group. If so, all we can do is prepare for another assault on another school. That would be my suggestion."</s>
<\|description\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Gender: Female Age: 22 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - How to use electricity to stimulate cytokineses in others - Perfect the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Childhood Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. Power Manifestation/High School There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, Xavier's School for Gifted Students. Xavier's School for Gifted Students Makoto spent 2 years there, mostly studying school work and avoiding her powers at all costs. She continually displayed a scared and meek demeanor as she continued to run from the truth of her life. One day, Storm (the last headmaster of Xavier's School) approached Makoto before a school wide assembly. She explained to Makoto that something new was going to be coming about, a new and better school for gifted people. Reluctant, Makoto was on board with the plan and she was glad that her guardian, for lack of a better term, warned her before the assembly. Soon, Makoto and the rest of Xavier's school was brought to The Academy for Heroes and Villains. The Academy of Heroes and Villains At The Academy, Makoto kept her quiet disposition but began to display it as a gentle strength as opposed to a tender weakness. Her intelligence became much more apparent as she began to finally work through the situations in her life, giving her confidence. She made many friends at The Academy. Her closest friends would have been Phoebe and Katherin. Makoto feels great amounts of affection for the two girls that helped her so much with giving her the strength to face her past and her present. Makoto gained her High School Diploma from The Academy as well as becoming proficient in Baguazhang and Iron Palm. She learned how to control her powers and that she had the gift of cytokineses as well. She also learned how to mask her powers so that the public would not know she was different. Having graduated she has completely taken on the name Gale as her super identity and Makoto is her secret identity. University At the age of 19 Makoto began her university career at a local institute for a bachelors in health science. Appearance: Highschool The closest image I could find ^^" The glasses would be for play/cosmetic reasons, not as much boob (like 1-2 cup sizes down), definitely more modest shorts, and indigo eyes Classes: Makoto is studying at a local university, hiding her powers and doing her undergraduate degree in Health Science. She will be graduating the spring she turns 23.</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto moved herself infront of Phoebe, not directly but on enough of an angle to block out where the other girl had gone. "Phoebe, let's go home." she suggested calmly. She hoped that if she stayed calm, Phoebe's internal storm would begin to respond and maybe calm enough to let her focus on something else. She took the time to search her friend with her big indego eyes. It was clear her friend had taken the hit to the school harder that she had, and from the outburst Makoto decided that Phoebe must have lost her father. Her fire-like friend who is usually strong in the face of any foe was displaying a great ton of her emotions now. Makoto wanted to comfort her as she had done for her earlier but with such anger a hug was not always the best solution. "Come on." Makoto said while takeing a few steps towards the street, assuming that was where they were going. She held out he hand to motion for her friend to follow.</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe nodded, letting Makoto istraacted her, and followed her, taking one look back at the school, sighing. She looked away, and caught up with Makoto. She saw Nicholas, and gave him a wave, before She led the way back home, and was not surprised to find her mother there, pacing impatiently. Phoebe just shook her head, and moved inside, wearily, letting Makoto in, and then heading straight inside, to Daniel's room. She scooped her son in her arms, hugging hi close, unsurprised at the somewhat human sized chlorofiends guarding him, although she was pretty sure that Daniel would be able to run away, if he knew to. And that was the problem. He was too young to know, to run. Connor Connor rubbed his eyes wearily, ad said "I am not surprised that SHIELD have become involved, although I doubt that they will be able to do anything at the moment" He said, sighing, "Go home Flood. Get some rest. We are all going to need it, I suspect" He said, "As for Nicholas collaborating with a SHIELD agent...I doubt Nicholas would do anything too bad" Another thing to think about. "What about Arnold? Griffin And Zack wouldn't take advantage of this, but I'm sure Griffin would." Harry "I know. Sometimes it's hard to remember though" Harry said, watching Kassy with concern, glancing about for a place to sit, "Um. Okay. Lets sit" He said, shifting to help Kassy to sit, tryig to think what he could do to help, if anything. But he had nothing. "Maybe you should call home" He said worriedly</s> <\|message\|>Jack Parker Ryan looked over at Phoebe and just stayed quiet. He knew that he should keep his mouth shut in this situation. It was the best idea. He stayed with her instead of running off. When they were home he nodded to his mother in law. He could not talk her right now. He was too focused. So he walked in behind Phoebe. "We are gonna get through this. We always do no matter what. "He said softly. "It's funny. Daniel doesn't know to run from something like this. Some day he will... Till then I guess we have to do it for him. "Ryan continued. "What do you want to do?"</s> <\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 Makoto entered Ryan and Phoebe's home and allowed them to go upstairs on their own. Of what little she knew of relationships, she knew that coming back together and having a chance to breathe after a tragedy can be key. She cared for her friends more than she could say, and wanted only the best for them. Putting her bag down in the front hall, glad to be rid of it's weight and untied her shoes. She could still see the outline of her cellphone, the one that was indestructible and could contact Storm on. Her heart heaved in her chest, threatening another breakdown but she did her best to hold it in. Everyone had been so strong, she wanted to be too. Standing up, Makoto ventured further into the somewhat familiar house. "Hello Miss Ivy." she spoke, as respectful a tone as possible. She remembered the flora women's wrath if angered and so Makoto was always careful to tread lightly.</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "Arnold is... around. I have no knowledge of his motivations as of right now. Personally, I belive killing him would be an effective and simple solution. I miss Griffin and Zack as much as the next person, but I'm positive they would rather be dead than whatever Arnold has planned." Flood told him in response.</s> <\|message\|>Kagerou Rotusu KagerouThis madness was tough to deal with. Even someone as hardened as she found the level of stress taxing. It looked like the agent had gone over to talk with Phoebe and had no success in convincing them to go anywhere with SHIELD. More than likely, given how the red haired woman looked she was in the edge. She, Makoto, and Ryan headed off. Well so much for that. Thankfully Kat seemed to come to the rescue. Most of the time she wouldn't have expected such a generous offer from the Asgardian but she wasn't as detached as everyone seemed to think. Sighing slightly she walks over to Kat and manages a smile. "Thank you very much Kat. I think we'll take you up on that offer. I don't think the students should stay around here any longer than they need to. How should we get everyone to your place?"</s> <\|message\|>Phoebe phoebe "Right now, he is safest with my mother. She knows how to hide, and to stay out of any radar. She'll hate not being a part of this, but, she'll do it. I can't sit back, and let the others avenge the school, find out what happened" Phoebe said softly, looking to Ryan, "I have to be a part of this. But I know daniel will be safe with my mother" how could she describe how much she would miss daniel? She couldn't, but knew she didn't have to. She moved to Ryan, and leaned against him, sighing heavily, before giving him Daniel, and moving out to the living room. She wasn't surprised to see her mother leaving, but knew she would be back. "Are you doing better, Makoto?" connor "We aren't killing Arnold flood. I won't be responsible for Griffin and sacks deaths too. We will find a way to deal with Arnold" connor said, running a hand through his hair. Just another thing to figure out, and that's oils have to wait until the calls had been made</s> <\|message\|>Flood (Real name Unknown) "Whatever you say boss. I'll talk to you later. Call me if you have any additional orders." Flood ended the conversation there and hung up the phone. He pulled out his motorcycle from his pocket and threw it towards the road. By the time it hit the ground it was full size and ready to ride. He got on the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and headed home. When he got home he made some tea and began his meditation.</s>	<\|message\|>Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi 和泉 "Yeah, a bit." Makoto sighed, giving her most honest answer. She felt numb and drained but she could keep a hold on herself now, so that was an improvement. "How are you doing?" she asked in turn, wondering what exactly would be shared. Her friend was definitely in a bad way and so naturally Makoto wanted to help where she could. Makoto craved a cup of tea, her comfort drink and she knew the house well enough to be able to locate the kettle. "Should I make us some tea?" She offered, hoping to relax the both of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Princess Annaveya IV Race: Gem Age: 18 Element(s): Water Height: 5'4" Bio: The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people. What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own. On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again. The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society. Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best. Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Zaerna Throt'oll --- With a breathy sigh, Zaerna flipped a thick tress of vibrant orange hair behind her ear as her stance shifted, her weight now on her left leg. She looked around, unimpressed, at the people and setting around her. She had never been to Shadow Worth before this moment, but standing amid its arches and tapestries now, she was unimpressed. Her own manor was much more intimidating and comfortable at the same time, and she had obviously hired better sculptors. The men around her were nothing special, either. She had expected to meet some worth-while men during her stay here at Shadow Worth, at least some she could take to her mother about to with-hold another conversation about her "hunt for a husband." But, standing in a rag tag group around her were a bunch of less-than-desirable mates. If she had looked at them as any higher than dogs, Zaerna would have pitied the incoming Gemminities for garnering such weak husbands. Although she was clad in her gold-filigreed armor, Zaerna's femininity was still quite obvious. A royal purple coat was draped over her shoulders, hiding the obtrusive form of her war-mace at her hip. Her armor ended with high, heeled boots and her armor was crafted to show the shape of her bust without presenting any specific structural disadvantage. Her journey to the castle was followed by many curious eyes. Many questioned why she would want a wife at all. A woman of her age and stature should be looking at a husband. In truth, she didn't (not any more than she wanted a husband), but she had earned the new pet and fully assumed to get one. She doubted these little gems had ever seen a woman of her kind before. She withheld a snicker and it turned to a sneer: she was fully expecting them to fawn over her in an attempt to get a merciful lover. She let a few of the quavering brides arrive before she made her appearance known. First, a fat faced girl who held absolutely no interest to the experienced sorceress. The next was somewhat interesting; very regal looking thing that held herself as if she were important. Zaerna absently tapped on the bottom curve of her horn as she inspected the girls. The third caught Zaerna's eye if only for the fact she was chained. At first, she wondered how feisty she could get, but she soon made it clear that whatever act of bravery she had shown was an anomaly to her; she stayed silent. The fourth girl was just some stumbling waif and Zaerna scoffed. The fifth, scantily clad in some beaded ensemble, came through without incident or originality. She joined the group and barely acknowledged the group of Drakkens. It was at that point that a man, distantly familiar, stepped forward and "delicately" took the waif's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Zaerna rolled her eyes at the look he shot the rest of his kin - she doubted many wanted such a dainty creature. It wouldn't last. On an unrelated note she felt immense irritation at the fact the man walked around shirtless. No doubt he spent half his time in battle defending his bare flesh for his own vanity. Another gem stumbled into the ballroom, this one looking just slightly roughed up. She looked around with wide, almond shaped, gray eyes. Zaerna found her to be the most aesthetically pleasing of the lot so far. The unadorned one with blue hair was cute, but not in an exotic way like this last one. A commotion sounded at one of the smaller doors, and Zaerna turned in time to see a gem entering the room and leaving her male guard on the ground. She had no idea how that guard was able to be tripped by the scrawny thing that sauntered into the room, but she hoped he got fired. The girl had a tattoo exposed, which she probably thought made her stand out, and her look of surprising confidence made on of the female Drakken's eyebrows arch highly. Internally, she laughed at whatever fool was going to take her in some attempt to "discipline" her. Women like that deserved no recognition nor gratification for their actions. If Zaerna got stuck with her, she'd merely throw her in the dungeon for a few weeks without food or contact - and what fun would that be? Sure, beating the piss out of her and wiping that look from her face through devious torture would be immensely satisfying, but Zaerna had prisoners of war she could do that to. To her credit, she called to the barbaric male who claimed the waif from before. At least she had backbone. Into the room, late but not caring came Wilhelm the Black. He strode straight to the Princess, which didn't surprise Zaerna as that gem was garnering quite the attention. Zaerna gave no prudence to her: her family held no power and neither did she, especially now, no matter what illusion the pathetic gems found themselves under. At that point, with many distracted by the towering figure how had just arrived, Zaerna stepped out from the back of the crowd to get a closer look at the assembled brides. Her steps were sounded but the click of her heels and her cloaked swayed elegantly with her easy gait. She looked at each, from a few feet away, from head to toe, ignoring any word they thought they had the right to utter. She stopped at the Gem with gray eyes, her slender hand coming up to career the side of her face. It was reddened and raised, as though she was struck. "Tell me, pretty one, what did you think you had the right to do?" Her voice was smooth and actually pleasant, but her tone was amused and condescending.</s> <\|message\|>Aerienna "Aery" Silverheart Aery felt black spots on her vision as she swayed on her feet. The first one to get picked. Of course. Hearing the Fire girl speak up in her defense, she glanced in that direction. A girl with a tattoo and a fierce expression in her gold eyes, a proudly raised chin, and she was not all that much bigger than Aery herself. But of course it did nothing for the other girl, except bringing her to the man's attention. Still… "Thank you." she said. "But you shouldn't have done that." She heard the man's words and bit the inside of her lip to try to hold back the tears that welled up. Her parents' lessons had been drilled into her head since she was little. Do not trust the Drakkens. They are evil and cruel. They'd shown her a thousand images, taken her and her sisters to talk to parents who'd lost daughters, to hear the rumors of what was done to the brides. Do not trust the Drakkens, do not go willingly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death. If do wind up being taken, though, don't resist, or your life will be over before you can blink. She felt sick just thinking about what the man might do to her. Aery shut her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. It would do her no good to have a heart attack and die of fear, like her aunt had done when in this situation. No good at all. If she ever wanted to see her sisters again she would have to just tough it out. One, two, four, eight She took in a long breath, calming her shudders. Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight. Breathe out. Two-fifty-six, five-twelve, ten-twenty-four, twenty-forty-eight. She opened her eyes, the panicked terror in her dulled to just fear. Forced a bland smile onto her face, keeping her eyes unfocused lest she panic again by realizing her surroundings. Ignorance is blissful. Ignorance is blissful. She could live through this while keeping her mind somewhere else. And maybe then things wouldn't register consciously as being terrible. @narcissisticpotato</s>	<\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Slowly, the Princess' eyes closed as a barrel-chested Drakken mockingly bowed to her. Even caged like a canary, she refused to sing for him or play his games. Prideful of her blood, and the surety of her cause, she stood strongly without the unnecessary spice and verve that others had shown to possess. She was above that, above the physical violence and transgressions, a symbol of regal nobility as she had always been trained to be. Quietly, the canary's breadth remained steady and smooth, as the bared collarbone of her dress betrayed the tranquility she contained. Beautifully, so beautiful that even other Drakken paused in their breath, she simply smiled slightly. It were the first hint of any sort of emotion that rose from the Princess, and it simply seemed extraordinary. Just like her father and mother had taught her, the stillest waters oft run the deepest, disguising the extraordinary tempest within. Unflinching as other girls were paraded in, the Princess simply stood in wait. Not even recognizing the eyes that hungrily strayed over her form. Above them was she, and the regality that lingered within her consciousness refused to collapse to the savagery that the Drakken possessed. Even from a female, there was a hint of interest, but Annaveya cared little. Royalty is what she had been born into, and royalty she would forever remain; whether the one who chose her liked the choice or not. Yet the air stilled as a Drakken arrived late to the party. Even as she heard heavy footsteps echo past the sounds of mixed defiance and struggle, she remained utterly passive. This was not the moment for spitefulness or hatred, at least the Princess understood it that way. Closer the steps drew, until they paused. Whomever it was had certainly stopped to observe the various treasures that lay before them as the aquamarine beset upon her choker seemed to glisten in the fickle torchlight. Above the struggle of her people, she finally spoke. "Sisters, each of you are to me." She softly uttered with clarity, dignity, and purpose. Though quiet, her beautiful but melancholy voice carried through the air so vividly; enchanting any ears that would hear her. "Fighting now will resolve little, you know this. Execution on your first night seems not the wisest notion to partake, and I do not wish to see any bloodshed here. Please, make your peace now, but do not break before those who stand above us. These Lords and Ladies are the protectors of our home, fighting against them will only mean the deaths of thousands more, the sacrifice we make tonight will not ever be forgotten. Take solace in that." Yet even then, her wondrous eyes only partly opened to see a towering Lord stand before her. By over a foot, he loomed over the Princess. However, his hand possessed a chilling caress that brushed stray strands of hair from her pale cheek. Resiliently, she did not break from his studious gaze as her eyes proudly met his. She was not a lesser being before him, at least in her thoughts and heart. Whether he liked it or not, or whomever had her hand as a bride at the night's end, she would forever believe herself never beneath anyone; nor above them. "Exquisite." Was the only word that rumbled forth from the Drakken Lord who towered above her. She knew all too well who he was, having heard nightmarish tales of fire and smoke upon the battlefield. Not long after, he offered his hand to her and she slowly curtsied before him. Collectively, a sigh of disappointment rippled through the lordly Drakken as her slender fingertips rose to be held tightly by his digits. Perhaps in a show of dominance, he smoothly swung her about. The ivory Gemminite dress liquidly flaring about her, beautiful, natural moving, and full of fiery splendor much unlike the tighter, primal Drakken Garb the other girls had been fitted into. In the moonlight that cast a pale spotlight, she shone brilliantly as if the pale orb in the heavens celebrated her exquisite beauty. The spin he had cast her into caused he to be extended just to his fingertips as she was spun back into his form, the magnificent dress she wore flaring about in a flurry of fiery crimsons beset in purest white. She remained close then, her back just inches away from his front as the Lord's fingertips traced a thin line along the beautiful and unspoiled curvature of her neck. Swaying subtly to the light music that had been played since the Brides had begun to enter by musicians settled at the front of the room beside candlelight. Possessively then, the Lord's hand seized her waist with his much larger hand, and her own settled softly atop it as he drew her into him. Holding her close, her head turned and tilted ever lightly so that her lips were millimeters away from the corner where his neck found his shoulders. Still proud and regal as ever, she spoke a subtly taunting challenge to the other Lords who stood and watched, some amorously, some enviously, others hungrily like wolves. "Will I be his? Or do all Drakken Lords and Ladies falter before an opponent that might trouble them? If so, why do you defend my homeland?" Thief</s>
<\|description\|>Princess Annaveya IV Race: Gem Age: 18 Element(s): Water Height: 5'4" Bio: The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people. What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own. On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again. The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society. Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best. Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft had reached a new, extreme level of rage, as his knuckles turned white and his eyes filled with crimson. Wilhelm was challenging him...or rather challenging Lugft to challenge him. But he couldn't, he had no weapons no armor no... Suddenly, through the pool of rage and fear an idea bubbled to the surface of hid mind, and stewed amongst the anger in his mind. There would be a challenge, oh yes, Lugft would put forward a challenge. Slowly, Lugft walked towards Wilhelm, as if his rage was weighing down his limbs. His eyes still blood red with rage he came to stand before Wilhelm, looking not unlike a bull preparing to charge,."Wilhelm the Black, I do challenge you, but not for her, not for some royal tart, you can have her, and I do not challenge you here or now. Pick a date and a place Wilhelm, perhaps a few days hence, for here I am unarmed amd in poor preparation. Pick a spot anywhere, I don't care, make the stakes whatever you want. Give me a few days to settle my brides and prepare my blade. I will be the second man to wound you, and the first man to beat you." With the last words said with a kind of primal certainty, he began walking back to his brides, "Name the time and place now before I leave or later Wilhelm, for I am prepared to take my brides and return to my manor, assuming no one else wishes to challenge my claim to either of them?" He looked around, his fury was far past a stage of shouting, he simply spoke his words with power and conviction, as if daring someone to be foolish enough to challenge his claim. Thief</s> <\|message\|>Amaryllis "Ama" Stone Ama felt the hands of the guard on her wrists, pushing her along. She could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably, the thought of the unknown she was meant to face here. She was late to arrive, that much she knew. She'd wasted as much time as she could talking to the driver before the guards finally got tired of it and grabbed her rather forcefully. Maybe... Maybe no one would want her. She tried desperately to suppress her glow as much as she could bare, as it sort of hurt to force it away like this. As she was pushed along, her thoughts returned to the faces of her family, her mother crying, her brothers' blank stares, the absence of her father. Knowing him, he was out in the field. Anyone else would have called him cruel and emotionless but being the Gemminite man that he was, he didn't want to fight anyone. And she was sure that if he'd watched her leave, something within him would have risen up to fight the men taking her. She understood his reasons for not seeing her off. She'd had her moment with him anyway, at the lake. Without saying goodbye, they'd said their goodbye's. Her father was never one for showing his emotions. She smiled at the thought of his awkward gestures that day, the way he tried so hard to avoid the topic, to pretend as if nothing were going to happen to her. As so she looked as she entered the room, a small smile held on her pale lips, soft brown hair framing her sharp blue eyes. However, the smile soon faded as she felt the tension in the room. The light in her eyes flickered for just a moment as her heart jumped and her knees began to shake once again. She felt the guard cut her binds and then push her into the room, falling to her knees rather harshly. It took her a moment, but she gathered her strength and took a shaking step to stand up straight. It took her a moment with her nerves rattling her so to stand up fully, but she did so. And once she was up, she steeled herself, putting on her mask. Her pale lips sat, unmoving, on her pale face. The only lively part of her now was the glow in her eyes, the one part of herself she could never control. IF she could, she would make herself disappear but for now, she simply took strength from where she could, from the ground, from the dust in the air, and from the memories held within her heart. Swallowing, she put the image of her favorite flower in her mind. It was a weed, but then so was she. A weed that grew in any soil or no soil at all, a sturdy flower that could survive any storm. She was that flower now, standing atop a boulder, planting herself firmly, steeling herself for what would come. Maybe... Maybe no one would want her. Surely. The words of her mother suddenly returned to her, as she scanned the room. "You aren't very pretty, maybe they will not want you and send you back..." She'd always hated her looks but for once... Ama prayed it so. Ama prayed so hard that she feared she might break from the effort.</s>	<\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya Elizabeth Ranizov IV - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Still held close to the menacing looking Drakken, the Princess continued to slowly sway as if caught by a summer breeze. A light, playing smile curved across her lips as she sensed the storm from her taunting words brewing, infesting the minds of those that surrounded her and striking the core of their savage minds. All the while, her slender fingertips slowly rose to caress the tensed strength of the neck the one who held her. For this moment, this vicious looking man seemed to own her. It did not take long for others to lash out at her. She knew all too well that such cruel words were going to arrive swiftly and rashly. First came in a vengeful noble who simply sought to try and whip her with words, and though her fingertips slipped away from Wilhelm, she did not react to his words. Such a satisfaction he would not possess as she remained calm in the eye of his storm. As swiftly as he had come he retreated, and the hint of a coy smirk alighted her lips. Obviously, the barrel-chested one was attuned for bloody battles, not a battle of wits; less he wouldn't have fled so quickly from the center of the floor. However, a surprise came in the form of a princely form finally arriving to the tension filled scene. Nervous guards parted as she stood rigidly. However, what she saw was the raw arrogance that she expected those of Drakken Royal blood. He came to stand before her, and her fingertips dipped into the silken fabric of her Gemminite dress as she respectfully bowed. One royal to another, a shrewd princess to an arrogant prince. Much like how he had walked, casual arrogance came forward from his words. Taunting her first, only to then explain who Wilhelm was; as if she didn't already know. Slowly, surely, her work behind all that she had said was beginning to settle and worm into the minds of others. She could sense it, as even now there was little more than hateful gaze from many Nobles towards the fearfully strong Wilhelm. He had taken their prize, their Princess. Taunting even her homeland, the Princess did not falter nor fade from the regality she so nobly held. Perhaps she stood even straighter, she was no fool, nor was her Father or Mother. If the Drakkens did truly attack, there would be more than what met the eye to them. Even the barbaric fool had spat at her about how it would be like taking candy from a child, if he only knew what would tribulations would lay ahead of him in this instance. Gemminites were physically weaker, as well as weaker in elements. This was known, however cunning was their strength. That would allow them a way to a more clever war, a plan she had talked with her Father about in the instance hell decided to descend upon them all. A war of attrition would be fought. It would be long, bloody, and costly on both sides. However, Gemminites and their populace outnumbered those of the Drakken by almost eight to one. In a grim thought, her people had far more resources to cast upon the altar of sacrifice. Far more than that of their overlords. With this strategy, even against the greater enemies of the world, the Gemminite Kingdom could very well become the graveyard of Empires. Oh how little they knew. An underestimation of their enemy could very well be a fatal one. Gemminites had known fear and hopelessness for thousands of years, but even then there was a subtle strength growing in the land. She had sensed it, but for now, she would not wield it. Finally however, the tranquil Wilhelm spoke and the Princess slowly turned to face the man who apparently was her future husband to be. He silenced the fools who had tried in all their belligerence to try and make the enigmatic Princess falter, and they failed. Even still, she had not uttered a single word, she didn't need to. Their pandering attempts to justify themselves and their arrogance bore enough embarrassment to her. Before everyone, a Prince and a Noble had attempted to belittle her, and their words crashed in vain against the beautifully enigmatic poise that she possessed. Just like the words she had spoken before, Annaveya would not bend nor break to their sadistic and cruel whims. A mewling quim she was not, she was one of Gemminite Royal Blood, and she embodied the very symbolism of it her family's rightful throne. She watched the mulling crowds as they mulled the choice of attacking Wilhelm for her hand, before her as she watched them all they all faltered. Every single one failed to even attempt to find the strength and courage required to stand before the infamous Noble. It was weakness she sensed, a lack of resolve created by thousands of years of complacency and decadence as conquering heroes; and like a fine knife, the Princess would find a way to cut into it. However now was not the time, as finally one stepped forward. It was the barrel-chested one. The very same one who had berated her only moments ago. She watched him carefully, noting his savage hunger for conflict. This one was going to be the easiest to manipulate and twist, and she would twist him accordingly as he finished his challenge as Wilhelm had begun to inspect, and claim another Gem. This time as a servant or warden. The Princess would seize this opportunity to poke a needle into the Huron's inflated sense of self. "Why not challenge my Husband-to-be now, brave Lord Huron? Or are you unable to proficiently act without your sword in your hands? I weep for your claimed then, a shame, perhaps even a joy to be taken by one so useless to a woman. Why not challenge him to unarmed combat? Or are you so unskilled as to fall on the field of battle unless you possess a weapon?" Her words would sting so venomously, and she knew it even as she put them so coolly, calmly akin to a clear wintry morning. Even better, angered discontent rippled through the masses as she even declared that Wilhelm was subtly hers in a way; just as much as he now owned her. A scandalous, hedonistic thought that was, the thought that a Gem actually considered herself an equal. How easy it was to create a divide between the Nobles about something that should have seemed to trivial to them. If this was how Drakken society was, how easy would it be for her to create divides and conflict during matters which were grave? Thief</s>
<\|description\|>Lugft Huron His hair is black, eyes don't actually glow, they are brown Race Drakken Age 213 Elements Fire Earth Height 6 feet, 8 inches Bio Born to a prominent drakken family, Lugft was originally thought to be small and weak as he grew slower than most other Drakken. But, he compensated by having possibly the shortest fuse in existence and being one hell of a fighter. A beast on the battlefield, even among Drakkens he is often seen as a brute. However, he can put on airs of grace if he must, though he is never truly civilized. He is also a fan of trophies, and his manor is bedecked with helmets, weapons and other trophies. His most prized trophies however, are his bride(s), showing them off in only the finest of anything. But, he is still far from a kind man, as he is war mongering, quick to anger, and intensely stubborn. Other Often keeps his favorite sword on his person</s> <\|message\|>Prince Rynek Darion Five years of bloody war had the power to change a man and Rynek had not earned a scrap of mercy. He was no longer just a warrior that guarded the honour of his brother. He was a general, a leader, a man that should never be crossed. The Princess did just that though and for that, he lusted for the bitch, primarily because he wanted to see just how she would twist her words when he took her for the first time. If war had taught him anything, though, it was that if you followed your desires and lusts, you would only get yourself killed. Lusting after some Gem beauty wasn't included in his instincts - that was only reserved for killing. Wilhelm chose a poor time to issue a silence, however, as it was mainly just directed at Lugft as Rynek had already falling silent. He was busy inspected the Gems that were lined before him and just as one caught his attention, she was dragged away by Wilhelm. Now he was just being greedy. For the most part, he ignored the introduction that Lugft so graciously provided but dragged his hood away to allow the nobles to see that he was precisely who he was said to be. The white hair of the Darion's was an easily-identifiable feature of theirs. When the Princess bowed, he returned the gesture with a firm fist to his chest and a bow of his head - she knew how to play the game so he respected her for that much. He allowed Lugft to speak and he even allowed the Gem Princess to retort. Ryken drew his blade, dragging it along the fine marble of the floor to create an ear-piercing yowl. Once all were silenced, he sheathed his blade. These men were bred to kill so they probably didn't even see her plot - she was creating discord between the Drakken nobility. The reasoning was lost to him but he had no intention of allowing her to continue. But how does one beat an enemy that hides behind her eloquence like it's a wall, thick and high? His mind navigated back to one of the first offensives in the war he was only returning from. The enemy had walled themselves within a castle with enough provisions to last them two years. His army would be broken on those walls if he tried to siege it and waiting two years was not an option. So he split his army into four and scattered them through the country with a single instruction - scar the land so deep that when they come crawling from their hole, they would find only ruin. And so they did: every farm was torched along with whole villages. Their women were raped and slaughtered, their children were left to burn and their men were crucified so as to ward off any others. They burnt whole forests and poisoned lakes. And when his enemy finally left their castle, they found their kingdom in ashes with nothing to rule over. This was how he made war. How would he beat her in this little game of theirs? He would render her irrelevant and he would remind her of her helplessness. Her assumptions had carried her further than he would have guessed but she made her final mistake in crossing the Bloody Prince. "Aye, I'll fight you Wilhelm. Not for your bride though, you can take her home and fuck her to your heart's content; the Gods know that no other man deserves such a prize as a tight little princess. No, dear friend, I want the Earth Gem." His hand clasped the hilt of his sheathed blade as he looked over to the girl in question and lit up a soft smirk. His eyes told swathes of his plans for her and none of them were overly gentle. He didn't lust for this girl - he had targeted her because he knew the Princess' type. Selfless, a lady of the people. If the Earth Gem became his, the Princess would have been viewed as getting off relatively easy. Plus, now that the Princess was out of the picture, her relevance would fade away. No longer were the people angry at Wilhelm - that was forgotten. They wanted to see just how much the Prince would be trounced. The fight itself didn't look balanced in his favour whatsoever - his armour consisted of some measly riding leathers and compared to Wilhelm, the Prince looked to be tired after such a long time away from home. If they hadn't thought him insane previously, they were sure now. -Pants Thief Lalia</s> <\|message\|>Berlin Greymere Berlin was grateful to have been able to bathe before being taken to meet her possibly new husband. She knew she would be the oldest of the potential brides there. She had been fortunate to avoid the Drakkens for as log as she had by hiding in the hills. She knew one day she would be found, but hoped it would be when she was past the age for an appropriate bride to be. As she ran the brush through her long golden blonde waves she paid no attention to the male guards who stared at her body in the revealing green dress behind her. The silk against her skin was an odd feeling to Berlin, as she was use to dressing in rags to work in the garden under the unforgiving sun for many hours at a time. The only thing the dress she wore hid was the most intimate places and her long lean legs as long as she stood still. When she walked the high slits up the sides of the dress even revealed her legs. Berlin presumed that due to her age she was forced to show more skin to make up for being older than the other Gems. "Okay, enough primping. You are already late because we had to drive so long to find your hidden home. You better be worth the trouble you put us through," The larger of the male Drakken guards spoke as he wrapped his hand around her left bicep. With a single pull from the strong arm of the guard Berlin was on her feet. She did not respond to the guard- she didn't even look at him as he drug her along at a hurried pace. Berlin walked along side the guard until she was shoved forward into the large ballroom of the Drakken castle. It seemed as though she walked in on the middle of an argument over a Gem female. Her eyes looked the men over calmly before the guards at her back pointed for her to join the line of female Gems. Berlin looked around the ballroom, getting lost in the details that ran along the walls. She distanced the possibility of being claimed by a brute school as the ones in front of her from her mind by daydreaming about showing her family a castle as large as this. A soft smile pulled at the corner of her shimmering pink lips as she kept her head facing away from the Drakkens. Deep inside of her Berlin was terrified, but the only thing she could do was make the best of the situation she was placed in. She did not sob or beg, she did not challenge anyone- she simply hummed a soft lullaby in a faint tone as she imagined dancing to a slow melody on the large ballroom floor.</s>	<\|message\|>Lugft Huron As much as Lugft hated the princess and her snide remark, he hated Wilhelm far more. It would be quite interesting to see Wilhelm duel his own royal protégé, but Lugft still needed a way to vent his anger. Then, as if the gods wished to answer his every prayer, Xrin Kiajer was eying the younger of his two brides "If you Wang her Xrin you have to go through me, so do you challenge me?" At first it seemed foolish for Lugft to egg Xrin into a challenge, seeing as Lugft had no weapons or armor and Xrin had both. But, Xrin was not as prepared to fight as Lugft new, and that would be Lugft's advantage. As Xrin nodded, before he could even draw Lugft cracked him square in the face, loudly breaking the smaller Drakken's nose. As he stumbled back, Lugft pounced at him like an enraged bear, smashing him again in the face, a blow sending him sprawling to the floor. Then, before he could get up, Lugft fell upon him and began driving his fists into Xrin's face. Savagely, Lugft just kept hitting, harder and faster, letting out all his rage with each time his fist drove Xrin's head into the floor. It didn't take long for Xrin to stop moving, but Lugft just kept punching, until all his rage had left him. By the end of it, Xrin was virtually unrecognizable, his face turned into a bloody mess. Before Lugft got up, he checked Xrin for a pulse, and began laughing maniacally as he stood up, with Xrin's helmet in his hand. "Xrin Kiager is dead by my hand, killed in a challenge for one if my brides. In the old ways I am now entitled to his claimed bride," gesturing to the blue haired and rebellious one. Walking over to his three brides he smiled, and looked to all 3 of his brides, still sprayed with the blood of Xrin, "I'm so sorry, I've been terribly rude, what are your names?" Lalia</s>
<\|description\|>Haerald Melindant Race: Gemminite Age: Late sixties. Element: Earth Height: Just below six feet. Bio: Unlike most Gemminites, who do nothing more than perform their expected duties without so much as a though of resisting, Haerald has long been at the forefront of an extensive extremist movement. As war draws nearer and nearer to the Gemminite home front, he sees this as the most opportune of moments to decimate the Drakkens' supposed superiority and allow the Gemminite people to reign over their Drakken counterparts. As for his actual history, Haerald was born into a typical farming family in an equally typical farming community, which was subject to methodical visits by those seeking brides. Since most every revolutionary with a thirst for blood requires some sort of revenge story or whatever, Haerald's own family was not only once but oftentimes brought to the Drakkens' attention, for, in their opinion, the Melindant brides were some of the finest in the land, meaning that Haerald could do nothing but expect all three of his closest siblings to be dragged away to some Drakken liar. Ever since then, he's vowed to bring down their vile rule over the land, and upon leaving his parents' home in his early twenties has begun organizing a violent uprising. Other: -</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft Huron, the 2nd born Lugft Huron had made sure to be as close to the line as physically possible, he wanted a good look at every Gem who was about to walk out. Other nearby Drakken muttered about how unfair it was for him to be so close, after all it meant he could basically have first pick. They envied him, but in truth he didn't envy himself. As much as he loved women, specifically beautiful Gem ones, he was uncertain of what he wanted, a rarity for Lugft as he normally didn't want anything to complex. Lugft's last two brides were still fresh and bitter in his mind, seeing as they had both committed some form of tandem suicide less than a week ago in some futile way of rebelling. All it served to do was send him into a fit of rage, killing one of his servants. So he was back, and completely unsure of what he was looking for. He hadn't even been all that interested in his last two brides anyway, they hadn't had that... special something Lugft had been looking for. Something you could really show off, the perfect trophy but Lugft didn't even know what that something was, at least not in a bride. Despite this, he was hoping something would really catch his eye, so he was at the front for when it did. The first Gem out was beautiful, but they all were, and there was nothing particularly special about her, so he waited to see what the next offered. The princess? That got his attention, he could have practically touched the delicate thing. Now this? This was getting somewhere. He smiled as she passed, and even gave a small, mocking bow, before baring his exposed chest. Unlike other noble's he didn't wear under shirts, his chest was always bare in its thick impressive glow. Not that he needed to impress anyone, he got to pick not them, but he had never liked covering his chest, he saw it as a sign of ashamed weakness. As the princess passed he knew he had to make a claim for her, contested or not. But, she still didn't grab him like he had wanted yet, at least not enough. He had come here for two after all, so he looked back, and patiently waited for the next bride to pop out, and hopefully impress him.</s> <\|message\|>Xrin Kiajer Xrin Kiajer Xrin stood in front of one of the many windows that dotted the ballroom. The view outside unfortunately was not to his taste, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was about to rain, the dark mood outside did not help the gothic decor of the castle look any better. But what did he care, this would most likely be his last time here, he planed to chose one bride and leave without much of a fuss. That was not to say if his brothers interfered and argument broke out, or a fight, at the moment, Xrin was feeling quiet somber, a fight was not in his best interests at the moment. Xirn was wearing his armor, there was no reason for him to come to ball when there would be no dance. He did notice Lugft bare chested and pulling his weight around unnecessarily, as he always did. Xirn really did not like the man, he thought to much of himself, they may have been warriors, but they were certainly not barbarians, and Xrin did not like to be depicted as one. Xrin sighed, despite all the grooms here today, he was still ashamed to call them his brothers, he knew that most of the woman here today would not last a month in the houses of these men, Xrin's wife, maybe 2 if she didn't learn quickly enough, which was a much better ratio than the latter. Xrin noticed some of the women were finally arriving, he could not help but feel an attraction to the princess, that was what she was made to do it seemed. He could here her whispers from were he was standing, her introduction made Xrin chuckle. Princess, that was priceless, she had been destined to be striped of that title long before she was born, she was here after all. Xrin would wait for more woman to make their was into the ballroom before, making a decision, the two that were already her didn't interest him much any longer.</s>	<\|message\|>Haerald Melindant The young man arrived at the village after an exhausting five-day ride, during which he'd had more than enough time to reflect upon his failure. And thus it was with the heaviest of hearts that he arrived at the gates, was allowed in by the guard and made his way to the stables. Dismounting and feeling his knotted muscles relax at last, he handed his horse to the stable boy, then stopped by the well to take some water, sipping it at first, then gulping and, last, splashing it over himself, gratefully rubbing the dirt from his face. He still felt the grime of the journey upon his body, though. His armour hung heavy and filthy and he looked forward to washing in the shimmering waters of the nearby river, hidden away in an alcove of a cliff face. All he craved now was solitude. As he made his way through the outskirts of the town, his gaze was drawn upwards – past the stable huts and bustling market to the winding paths that led up to the ramparts of the former Drakken outpost that now served as the movement's headquarters. Here was where his fellow rebels trained and lived under the command of Haerald, whose quarters stood in the centre of the citadel's crumbling towers. He was often to be seen staring from the window of his tower, lost in thought, and the man pictured him there now, gazing down upon the village. The same village that bustled with life, bright with sunshine and loud with business. To which, ten days ago, he, leaving for Shadow's Worth had planned to return as a triumphant hero. Never – not in his darkest imaginings – had he foreseen failure, and yet… A familiar insurgent hailed him as he made his way across the sun-dappled marketplace, and he pulled himself together, pushing back his shoulders and holding up his head, trying to summon from within the great rebel who had left the village, rather than the empty-handed fool who had returned. It was his brother, and man's heart sank further – if that were possible, which he sincerely doubted. Of all the people to greet him on his return it would have to be his youngest sibling, who worshipped the man like a god. It looked as though the boy had been waiting from him, wiling away the time by a walled fountain. Indeed, he bounded up now with wide and eager eyes, oblivious to the nimbus of failure that the man felt around himself. "You've returned." He was beaming, as pleased as a puppy to see him. The man nodded slowly. He watched as behind his sibling an elderly merchant refreshed himself at the fountainhead then greeted a younger woman, who arrived carrying a vase decorated with gazelles, her skin glinting in the midsummer sun. She placed it on the low wall surrounding the waterhole and they began to talk, the woman excited, gesticulating. The man envied them. He envied them both. "It is good to see you're unharmed," continued the boy. "I trust your mission was a success?" The man ignored the question, still watching those at the fountain. He was finding it difficult to meet his brother's eye. "Is Melindant in his tower?‟ he asked at last, tearing his gaze away. "Yes, yes." The boy was squinting as though to divine somehow what was wrong with him. "Buried in his books, as always. No doubt he expects you." "My thanks, brother." And with that he left his sibling and the chattering village folk at the fountainhead and began to make his way past the covered stalls and hay carts and benches, over the paving, until the dry and dusty ground sloped sharply upwards, the parched grass brittle in the sunshine, all paths leading to the castle. Never had he felt so much in its shadow, and he found himself clenching his fists as he crossed the plateau and was greeted by the guards at the fortress approach, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes watchful. Now he reached the grand archway that led to the barbican, and once more his heart sank as he saw a figure he recognized within: Aslaugh. Aslaugh stood beneath a torch that chased away what little dark there was within the arch. He was leaning against the rough dark stone, bare-headed, his arms folded and his sword at his hip. The man stopped, and for a moment or so the two men regarded each other as villagers moved around them, oblivious of the old enmity blooming afresh between the two rebels. Once they had called each other brother. But that time was long past. Aslaugh smiled slowly, mockingly. "Ah. He returns at last." He looked pointedly over the man's shoulder. "Where are the others? Did you ride ahead, hoping to be the first one back? I know you are loath to share the glory." The man did not answer. "Silence is just another form of assent," added Aslaugh, still trying to goad him – and doing it with all the cunning of an adolescent. "Have you nothing better to do?" sighed the man. "I bring word from Melindant. He waits for you in the library," said Abbas. He ushered the man past. "Best hurry. No doubt you're eager to put your tongue to his boot." "Another word," retorted the man, "and I'll put my blade to your throat." Aslaugh replied, "There will be plenty of time for that later, brother." The man shouldered past him and continued to the courtyard and training square, and then to the doorway to Haerald's tower. Guardsmen bowed their heads to him, affording him the respect such an experienced commandant rightfully commanded, and he acknowledged them knowing that soon – as long as it took word to spread – their respect would be a memory. But first he had to deliver the terrible news to Haerald, and he made his way up the steps of the tower towards the man's chamber. Here the room was warm, the air heavy with its customary sweet scent. Dust danced in shafts of light from the great window at the far end, where Haerald stood, his hands clasped behind his back. His master. His mentor. A man he venerated above all others. Whom he had failed. In a corner, Haerald's carrier pigeons cooed quietly in their cage and around him were his books and manuscripts, hundreds of maps and letters, either on shelves or stacked in tottering, dusty piles. His sumptuous armor flowed about him, his long hair lay over his shoulders, and he was, as usual, contemplative. "Master," said the man, breaking the thick silence. He lowered his head. Wordless, Haerlad turned and moved towards his desk, scrolls littered the floor beneath it. He regarded the man with one sharp, flinty eye. His mouth, hidden within his grey-white bangs, betrayed no emotion until at last he spoke, beckoning to his pupil. "Come forward. Tell me of your mission. I trust you have recovered the potential bride…" The man felt a trickle of perspiration make its way from his forehead and down his face. "There was some trouble, Master. The convoy was not alone.‟ Haerlad waved away the notion. "We are not a militia. When does our work ever go as expected? It's our ability to adapt that makes us who we are." "This time, it was not enough." Haerald took a moment to absorb the man's words. He moved from behind his desk, and when he next spoke, his voice was sharp. "What do you mean?" The man found himself having to force out the words. "I have failed you." "The princess?" "Lost to us." The atmosphere in the room changed. It seemed to tense and crackle as though brittle, and there was a pause before Haerald spoke again. "And the Drakken noblemen?" "Escaped." The word fell like a stone in the darkening space. Now Haerald came closer to the man. His eyes were bright with anger, his voice barely restrained, his fury filling the room. "I send you – my best man – to complete a mission more important than any that has come before and you return to me with nothing but apologies and excuses?" "I did –" "Do not speak." His voice was a whipcrack. "Not another word. This is not what I expected. We‟ll need to mount another force so –" "I swear to you I'll find her – I'll go and...‟ began the man, who was already desperate to catch sight of the foreboding castle again. This time the outcome would be very different. Now Haerald was looking about himself, as though only just recalling that when the man had left the village he had done so with two companions. "Where are the two other men?" he demanded. A second bead of sweat made its way from the man's temple.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Ravencaller Race: Gemminites Age: 18 Element(s): Fire Height: 5 foot 4 inches Bio: Sophia was born to a long line of fire elementals. Her family owned acres of lands in which they worked and had enough wealth to survive if crops failed for a season or two. They grew more than wheat and corn, they grew grapes for wine and tobacco for cash. Sophia grew up on the property and grew very accustomed to being outdoors. She developed a passion for horse riding and archery from a young age. When the Darrken Nobles came to claim Sophia as a bride, Her most of her family refused. Sophia however surrendered to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed and to protect her family. Other: (input here)</s> <\|message\|>Aerienna "Aery" Silverheart Aery felt black spots on her vision as she swayed on her feet. The first one to get picked. Of course. Hearing the Fire girl speak up in her defense, she glanced in that direction. A girl with a tattoo and a fierce expression in her gold eyes, a proudly raised chin, and she was not all that much bigger than Aery herself. But of course it did nothing for the other girl, except bringing her to the man's attention. Still… "Thank you." she said. "But you shouldn't have done that." She heard the man's words and bit the inside of her lip to try to hold back the tears that welled up. Her parents' lessons had been drilled into her head since she was little. Do not trust the Drakkens. They are evil and cruel. They'd shown her a thousand images, taken her and her sisters to talk to parents who'd lost daughters, to hear the rumors of what was done to the brides. Do not trust the Drakkens, do not go willingly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death. If do wind up being taken, though, don't resist, or your life will be over before you can blink. She felt sick just thinking about what the man might do to her. Aery shut her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. It would do her no good to have a heart attack and die of fear, like her aunt had done when in this situation. No good at all. If she ever wanted to see her sisters again she would have to just tough it out. One, two, four, eight She took in a long breath, calming her shudders. Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight. Breathe out. Two-fifty-six, five-twelve, ten-twenty-four, twenty-forty-eight. She opened her eyes, the panicked terror in her dulled to just fear. Forced a bland smile onto her face, keeping her eyes unfocused lest she panic again by realizing her surroundings. Ignorance is blissful. Ignorance is blissful. She could live through this while keeping her mind somewhere else. And maybe then things wouldn't register consciously as being terrible. @narcissisticpotato</s> <\|message\|>Princess Annaveya IV Annaveya - The Price of Royalty Theme~ Slowly, the Princess' eyes closed as a barrel-chested Drakken mockingly bowed to her. Even caged like a canary, she refused to sing for him or play his games. Prideful of her blood, and the surety of her cause, she stood strongly without the unnecessary spice and verve that others had shown to possess. She was above that, above the physical violence and transgressions, a symbol of regal nobility as she had always been trained to be. Quietly, the canary's breadth remained steady and smooth, as the bared collarbone of her dress betrayed the tranquility she contained. Beautifully, so beautiful that even other Drakken paused in their breath, she simply smiled slightly. It were the first hint of any sort of emotion that rose from the Princess, and it simply seemed extraordinary. Just like her father and mother had taught her, the stillest waters oft run the deepest, disguising the extraordinary tempest within. Unflinching as other girls were paraded in, the Princess simply stood in wait. Not even recognizing the eyes that hungrily strayed over her form. Above them was she, and the regality that lingered within her consciousness refused to collapse to the savagery that the Drakken possessed. Even from a female, there was a hint of interest, but Annaveya cared little. Royalty is what she had been born into, and royalty she would forever remain; whether the one who chose her liked the choice or not. Yet the air stilled as a Drakken arrived late to the party. Even as she heard heavy footsteps echo past the sounds of mixed defiance and struggle, she remained utterly passive. This was not the moment for spitefulness or hatred, at least the Princess understood it that way. Closer the steps drew, until they paused. Whomever it was had certainly stopped to observe the various treasures that lay before them as the aquamarine beset upon her choker seemed to glisten in the fickle torchlight. Above the struggle of her people, she finally spoke. "Sisters, each of you are to me." She softly uttered with clarity, dignity, and purpose. Though quiet, her beautiful but melancholy voice carried through the air so vividly; enchanting any ears that would hear her. "Fighting now will resolve little, you know this. Execution on your first night seems not the wisest notion to partake, and I do not wish to see any bloodshed here. Please, make your peace now, but do not break before those who stand above us. These Lords and Ladies are the protectors of our home, fighting against them will only mean the deaths of thousands more, the sacrifice we make tonight will not ever be forgotten. Take solace in that." Yet even then, her wondrous eyes only partly opened to see a towering Lord stand before her. By over a foot, he loomed over the Princess. However, his hand possessed a chilling caress that brushed stray strands of hair from her pale cheek. Resiliently, she did not break from his studious gaze as her eyes proudly met his. She was not a lesser being before him, at least in her thoughts and heart. Whether he liked it or not, or whomever had her hand as a bride at the night's end, she would forever believe herself never beneath anyone; nor above them. "Exquisite." Was the only word that rumbled forth from the Drakken Lord who towered above her. She knew all too well who he was, having heard nightmarish tales of fire and smoke upon the battlefield. Not long after, he offered his hand to her and she slowly curtsied before him. Collectively, a sigh of disappointment rippled through the lordly Drakken as her slender fingertips rose to be held tightly by his digits. Perhaps in a show of dominance, he smoothly swung her about. The ivory Gemminite dress liquidly flaring about her, beautiful, natural moving, and full of fiery splendor much unlike the tighter, primal Drakken Garb the other girls had been fitted into. In the moonlight that cast a pale spotlight, she shone brilliantly as if the pale orb in the heavens celebrated her exquisite beauty. The spin he had cast her into caused he to be extended just to his fingertips as she was spun back into his form, the magnificent dress she wore flaring about in a flurry of fiery crimsons beset in purest white. She remained close then, her back just inches away from his front as the Lord's fingertips traced a thin line along the beautiful and unspoiled curvature of her neck. Swaying subtly to the light music that had been played since the Brides had begun to enter by musicians settled at the front of the room beside candlelight. Possessively then, the Lord's hand seized her waist with his much larger hand, and her own settled softly atop it as he drew her into him. Holding her close, her head turned and tilted ever lightly so that her lips were millimeters away from the corner where his neck found his shoulders. Still proud and regal as ever, she spoke a subtly taunting challenge to the other Lords who stood and watched, some amorously, some enviously, others hungrily like wolves. "Will I be his? Or do all Drakken Lords and Ladies falter before an opponent that might trouble them? If so, why do you defend my homeland?" Thief</s> <\|message\|>Xrin Kiajer Xrin Kiajer Xrin frowned, he felt the room get tense for a few second. He was entirely uncomfortable in an small enclosed space with a bunch of horny Drakken. It was like putting a male and female mouse in a small room, but preventing them from mating, not a good idea. As more and more woman entered the ballroom, so did the testosterone levels of all the men on the room. Wilhelm and Zaerna, had most likely already chosen there brides, although Zaerna was a woman, one really cares that she chose to have a woman instead of a man. Xrin sighed, he would have to choose from what was left, it seemed there were better woman than the first few. There were the confident ones, which helped lighten Xrin's mood a bit. He walked away from the window for the first time, and he strolled to the line of woman and inspected the ones that were not chosen out of respect. Each one was good looking, so the Drakken elders did their job well, now it was all up to personality. The confident one would have proven difficult to handle if she didn't show respect, but she could learn quickly. Xrin walked up to th blue haired one, she had shown confidence in the face of adversity, if she could show respect, he would defiantly enjoy her. He pointing at her, his face like it always was, alert and serious. "I choose you." He said gruffly. He choose not to touch her, not like the others did, there was not need for that at this time.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Ravencaller Sophia stood pride and tall as she tried to avoid eye contact with Drakken nobles. She tried to harden herself against the moment, however she was exposed for all to see. This feeling was not that of a sheep in the presence of a wolf but that of an unarmed shepard surrounded by an entire wolf pack. She knew how to hold her ground. Her time in the outdoors taught her that. However, there was no way for her to overcome a single Drakken alone. For now she imagined she was a slowly burning ember awaiting the right tinder to turn into a raging wildfire. Patience, She needed patience. When Sophia was nudged by another bride, Sophia had nearly cried out in panic. Fortunately, she was able to bite her tongue. She had been in thought so long she did not notice the other's approach. She glared with anger as the other bride spoke to her. What was the purpose of her addressing Sophia? Sophia quietly replied, "Aery, remain quiet. Do not bring any unneeded to yourself. The name is Sophia by the way..." She straightened herself out and resumed her stance. Sophia's chains were beginning to hurt. She could not help shifting slightly to try to relieve the discomfort. Nothing helped. At herself, she grow madder and madder. Nothing was going 'right'. She was attracting too much attention. Fortunately, the horned freaks before her were concentrated on the gem princess. Not surprising. The princess had formal training and former status. She seemed to want to be sacrificed for the sake of the others. Unfortunately, The princess looked like she got claimed by a very impressive looking Drakken. No one looked like they would offer challenge to his claim.</s>
<\|description\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Race: Drakken Age: 189 Element(s): Wind, Earth Height: 6'4" Bio: The large Throt'oll family is one that has managed to birth about a dozen women in the last five decades. They seem to be blessed with women, and as such they have gotten quite influential with their family ties, having married these daughters off to many different, powerful merchant and military families close to them. Zaerna herself was actually born to a Drakken mother, Since birth, Zaerna has been treated quite differently than her brethren. Although she was raised to fight and war-monger all the same, she instead was taught to focus on managing to marry the most prominent man she could, as opposed to seeking glory on the battlefield (although her service was never discouraged). Having never been too interested in doing that, Zaerna has been a constant source of aggravation for her noble family. She is a fiercely independent, hedonistic woman, who cares little for the societal norms of her home. She cares little for the opinions of others, and instead of getting angry more often gets amused. She has a terrible superiority complex, especially against her brutish kin. Throughout her youth, she was rebellious and particularly spiteful, and left for the military as soon as she could. As one of the only women of her entire division, Zaerna has spent most of her time alone. As such, she is blunt and self-sufficient. In the army, what she lacked of her brothers' strength she made up for with her elemental abilities. She wields a family heirloom warmace named Mother's Kiss. She has recently returned from a distant operation which warranted her a wife. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Amaryllis "Ama" Stone Amaryllis Stone She stood among the other brides, a wallflower trying to blend into a background she did not match. She hoped to the goddesses that her dress was plain enough to keep them away but pretty enough to satisfy them. All in all she was fighting a losing battle for She had no idea what happened to un-chosen brides. She swallowed hard as she watched one of the Drakken brutally and savagely kill another Drakken, hitting him well after he had died until no part of him remained the same. She swallowed, her nerves getting the better of her in that moment and for the next few minutes, Ama tried very hard to tune out the world around her. To let the sounds fall away and let her body find peace in a more peaceful plane, a dark cave with only the sounds of a trickling stream to be heard. However, she couldn't ignore the sounds that soon came after, another fight breaking out. Vivari blessed! Do they always fight so often? Is there not a peaceful hair on their heads, the brutes?! She thought sourly as she was pulled back, the look in her eyes hardening as she watched them both pull away. So far, no eyes had reached her for more than a few seconds, though each second was far too long for her. Her knees still would not stop shaking and she was trying very hard to get back to that place, the dark cave. That was where she'd rather be. She hadn't moved an inch since entering the room, the only movement was the subtle shaking of her knees. The rest of her stood solid as the earth she was so fond of. She was still, rather painfully, repressing her glow from sight. She might have been one of the only Gems in the room not glowing. One of the Drakken might have thought her a mistake could they not feel the powers held within her. Though her mind was going elsewhere at this moment, the movements before her eyes still caught her eye. Slowly, she was pulled back from her cave, slowly she was pulled back to the reality of where she was and what she was. She felt the hairs on her body all stand up on end, her skin prickling up. She felt her heart sink down into the earth and she envied it, for how much she wished she could do the same. Before her stood a white hair Gem, a single finger pointed in her direction. It wouldn't have meant too much to her had the girl been actively looking at her and she probably could have hated her if she had. She watched as the girl then pointed out another Gem, possibly picking out another, her Drakken husband behind her. Ama felt her strength slow drain away and her grasp on her glow faded and it appeared. Her glow flashed in small bursts until it shone full force, a pale pink light that softly flickered around her. Her freckles dimmed under the soft pink glow around her and a green hue crept up into her eyes. On-lookers would see the fear in her eyes, the fear of the man standing behind the white haired female. She swallowed, waiting for what would come. What... would come? Her eyes scanned those she would be with, the white haired female and the blonde. The white haired female looked just as frightened as her, though faking it relatively well. Her movements were... just a bit too forced... She tried very hard not to look at the man, hoping and praying that her thinking was incorrect and maybe the white haired Gem was simply pointing her out to laugh at her or something. Maybe she'd missed something in her attempts to mentally escape this situation. Maybe... Symphony</s> <\|message\|>Lugft Huron Lugft smiled, a terrible thing, more akin to a hungry snarl than an expression of joy. Aery, Tirza, and the spitfire. The delicate, tiny flower, his blank canvas, a place to make a masterpiece. The spoils, feisty but obedient, and scared, a fine prize pried from the cold dead hands of a worthy foe. And the raging fire, angry, clever, and intensely stubborn, the wild stalion, that Lugft would break. He of course, addressed the spitfire first, grabbing her by the waist, and dipping her close to the floor in one fluid, surprisingly graceful motion, then bringing her up, and placing his lips right next to her ear, "Do you feel that, little Gem? That is pure, unrestrained strength in my arms, the same arms that just killed that man, and now hold you. You, are mine now, and I will make you last, don't think I'll kill you so easy, you'll be with your new... heh heh heh... Sisters? As you call them? For quite some time. And, as for my name," He spun her back to her place, and looked at all 3 of his new brides, and addressed all of them, "I, am Lugft Huron, heir to Huron family. I welcome you, as my new brides." Then, the duel began, and Lugft enjoyed it. Watching Wilhelm fight the royal brat Darion was certainly entertaining, but he knew the outcome would be nothing monumentous, a draw. Still, Wilhelm was un-defeated, and Lugft spent no time fawning over it, instead he turned to his brides, specifically to Aery, and stood right in front of her. He towered over her by a full 2 feet. She was practically shaking, and Lugft did one of the things he thought he could do to terrify her. He swept her off her feet, looking almost like he would slam her to the floor, then caught the small Gem, and kissed her with a passion like fire. That will startle her, he thought as Lugft finished the kiss, and swung her back to her feet. Then he turned, and began to walk to the door, but only after he had his still blood covered arms around his brides. "Now, I believe it's time we left my pretty Gem's, and on our way to the carriage why don't you decide who will get to sit next to me?" He let out a hearty laugh as he made his way to the door, wishing to finally head back to his manor, and make the special preparations required for his future duel with Wilhelm. And, if no one stopped him on the way out, he and the brides would enter the carriage, and begin the trip to the grand Huron manor, where the three young Gems would spend the rest of their days. @My Lalia@Narcissisticpotato</s>	<\|message\|>Zaerna Throt'oll Like an animal recently beat, attempting in vain to please its master in the wake of failure, the Gem cowered and offered obedience. Zaerna smiled warmly at her and inclined her head to show she was pleased, but said nothing. No more response was needed. Learning to commune with her master without words was one of many little things she would need to learn. She had deducted no punishment from the penance she had already earned, for good behavior was not optional behavior, though the female Drakken would remember the quick turn around. She suavely shouldered between the two, giving Kasari a stinging pat on the ass in response to her whining, and then rested one hand on each of her brides' hips. The challenges were settled, and now Zaerna, and her brides, had a clear view of the incipient conflict. An eager glint appeared in the Drakken's eyes and her fingers tightened against the two of them. It was slow to begin, and the female Drakken watched with bated as the two men of renown circled some distance away from the herd of Gems. Now knowing their choice to a duel of swordsmanship, she wished she hadn't moved her and her brides so far, but she could still see their actions in clear sight. Other happenings occurred on the side of the room, but she paid them little mind. Lady Throt'oll was prideful, to the point of being narcissistic, but she was far from stupid. A chance to watch two men of such caliber square off was a time to observe and learn, and there was no Gem more impressive than the awesome display between Wilhelm and the Prince. The two forces met, and it was an experience the female was sure to remember. The was a deftness, in the way Wilhelm held his body and sword, and brutality, from the Prince's unrelenting barrage, before unseen by her dark amber eyes; they darted quickly to drink in every move, and savored what she gathered from the sights. It imbued what she herself physically aspired. She could never match the strength of her male counterparts, no matter how much it infuriated her inside, and so had to compensate and use her smaller size to her advantage. She had to be quick and get inside someone's reach, and then strike once she had gotten too close to her opponent to hit. Her mace was short-hafted, considering she wielded it halfway down the handle. The display embodied what strived for, and from it, she would take any lesson she could. The duel ended in an anticlimactic draw, and Zaerna's lips formed a pout. She, too, wanted to duel Wilhelm, though in an entirely different manner. The female knew how to stop once her lesson was learned. As the two officially parted, her eyes lingered and watched Wilhelm retreat to his brides. Slumping down a bit, as she had risen to leaning forward on her toes, the female looked around to see what other business needed to be concluded. To her surprise, she missed the entrance of a few new Gems, and in particular one with striking white hair. The Prince approached the Gem, and Zaerna was a bit put off; she had been too hasty in her decisions. Regardless, she watched the girl shakily approach the line of brides, and Zaerna made sure her and her girls were close enough to be considered. She stayed between her two, and when the white-haired girl got close, openly leered at her and inspected her body. She passed up both of Zaerna's brides, and the female Drakken could almost feel her fire Gem aching to be picked. After the pale Gem moved passed them, she cooed sympathetically and jostled Sophia's hip.</s>
<\|description\|>World and RP Information Characters Matin Dripwood played by @Incanus Ila played by @Hexaflexagon Rosella Burke played by @Fairess Nina Sari played by @Vesuvius00 Cyrus Rouhani played by @Awkward Afro Moria played by @AliceInRedHeels Places The Drea Rainforest, home of the Dryads The Ruins in the RainforestThe Arctic North, home of the Iqniq Tribe Colchetta, an oasis of civilization in the old Kingdom of Airedale Ruins of KimbertonA Jungle Island, home of the Rosario Chus-Cande The Rune Desert, home of the Roshan Tribe Moran, in the jungles south of the river Ti-ain, on the continent of Witherings, home of the Madakam Tribe The Mountain home of the Skeiron Tribe Languages Dryadic Nrupiaq Cantran Chus-Cande Taki Madakam English, Spanish, Avestan, Persian, Zulu, Gilaki, Luri, Old Persian, Arabic Gods and Goddesses Drea, Goddess of the Forest Lutok, (absent) Creator, and the Great Spirits Casper, the Creator The Constellations Ma-Ruk The Life-Giver, and the Ruse The Four Winds Magic and/or Religion Dryadism and the Witch Mothers Shamanism of the Iqniq Tribe Shamanism of the Rosario Chus-Cande Zoroastrian Astrology Anemonism of the Four Tribes of the Wind Magnetism of the Madakam Tribe Regarding the Ruse Ayonil, a magical draught brewed by the Witch-Mothers that gives the village protection against Ruses. Madness of the Ruse-To date, no cure for the madness has been found. While Colians aren't especially susceptible to it, those found with its symptoms are executed, as it is considered both a "mark of the Ruse" and a threat to society. The Madakams believe that the Ruse are the living embodiment of pure energy on the planet sent to stand vigil over the plant kingdom and ensure that no one may destabilize the fragile equilibrium of the planet. The Four Tribes of the Wind believe that the Ruse are past guardians who manage crossing the Dead Winds back to the living realm for the protection of the world against the Oncoming Storm. Bestiary Delian retain a very deer-like appearance, but are much larger with thicker legs, long white tails of "horsehair," and have no antlers. Reptilian creatures, which are semi-intelligent, use poisons against their prey. Furry creatures of the north: a cross between a bear and a saber tooth tiger; a bipedal giant that walks at night; leviathans and sharklike man-eaters of the ocean. The Goo, the Plague of the Jungle Lore Herblore of the Forest of Drea Natural Disasters The Big Storm, seven years ago</s> <\|message\|>Nina Sari NisaThe day had started with a beautiful sunrise and a calm sea, it didn't take long for the villagers to rejoice and begin to plan a feast. As Nisa went about her daily tasks she could feel the energy of her people, flowing around her like the crystal-blue waters of the bay, and the light turquoise beyond. It was now an hour or so after the noon meal, and Nisa had been meditating on the beach as usual when suddenly one of the villagers that watched the forest each day came up to her, muttering incomprehensibly and attempting to drag her somewhere, breaking her meditation. "Calm friend. What's the matter?" Nisa spoke softly, following after the man as he led her all the way to the gate of the lost, which was standing open now and had a strange girl standing on the outside, being blocked from entering the village by two hunters. When the girl saw her, she seemed to explode, repeating something over and over. "Brother Sanjo sent me. Rosario must leave." It took Nisa a while to understand, but that didn't stop her from being stunned. "Let her in please. She needs to walk with me." She said the words lightly, but her tone made it seem more clipped, causing the three men to simply nod as they let the girl pass. Nisa motioned for her to follow and led her to the shoreline closest to the docks. "Now, can you tell me just who you mean by 'brother Sanjo' please? And also, why must the Rosario leave?"</s> <\|message\|>Cyrus Rouhani The desert during this time was always calm, but most importantly it was silent. This silence was impeccable to the success of Cyrus' meditation and communication with the heavenly bodies. He found it odd that so much commotion began happening outside the Observatory, but what gained his concern the most was when the stars and planets began a cacophony of chaotic conversation. He could only make out a few words before the voices stopped; the sudden silence within his meditation state caused his head to pound. He covered his ears as they rang from the deafening silence that ricocheted throughout his head. Something was incredibly wrong, his gods had never ceased communication with him. Am I being punished perhaps? He staggered to his feet and took a deep breath, the ringing growing faint as the familiar feeling of loneliness washed over him. He removed his celestial orb from his thick braid, causing long reddish coils of his hair to unravel and drape around him. He examined the orb to see if the gods would speak to him through it, but he was still met with silence. The only presence that was with him was Naveed. He cradled the orb to his chest as if it would keep Naveed from leaving him as well. This faint feeling of comfort vanished as he heard the unforgiving winds of the desert scream and tear through the air. With quick steps he exited the Observatory and gasped at the disaster that was occurring. The wind whipped his loosened hair violently, he couldn't believe that a tornado of this caliber was appearing. As his kin ran around in a frenzy to protect their belongings, Cyrus saw a figure walking through the village calmly. With skin so light Cyrus knew she wasn't a desert dweller, but before he could react to anything, the tornado left and journeyed farther into the desert. At that moment the voices of his beloved gods returned, reverberating their imposing voices through his skull. As the storm calmed, the people finally gave notice to the visitor and silenced their voices. A cold breeze made Cyrus shiver as the visitor met his gaze. Due to his multi-lingual abilities and shunned-status among his kin, it was Cyrus' job to handle outsiders. Though he was fearful, he approached the woman cautiously, hugging his orb to his chest protectively. He spoke the formal greeting of his people to newcomers in all of the languages he could, stuttering as he tried to be as respectful as possible. "W-we welcome you visitor..if you're injured this one here may help you." ("This one here" is the impersonal third person form of speech to refer to oneself. Cyrus uses this as a sign of humility and to not offend the visitor.)</s>	<\|message\|>World and RP Information At that moment, in ColchettaDistantly rose a cacophony of screams, rumbles, and cracking stone. The floor under Rosella's feet began to tremble. An earthquake? Above, the floating trees began to change color; like some deranged autumn shift, a metallic glimmer seeped into the quivering leaves, and soon the trees high above were laden with foliage that shimmered with some unearthly color that hurt to stare into. Sparkles of soft pollen drifted on the breeze and showered peacefully down upon the city. The trees rose higher, while pollen rained gently down. A tower on the far side of the city ripped and cracked away from its foundation in a cloud of frightening dust and debris. More buildings throughout the city -- the tallest first -- broke away, twisted, their foundations crumbling, and rose slowly into the sky, following the trees higher toward the clouds, some of them with people trapped inside. The boy inside the library had been still, uncertain what to do, clutching a map to his chest. But when the walls of the library itself began to shake and twist and drop dust and splinters on his head -- when the shelves shook loose their books and scrolls and pens rolled and bounced off the tables -- he threw his last caution to the wind and sprinted into the hallway, carrying the map with him. He yelled unintelligibly, shouting at Rosella while the floor and walls twisted around them and his eyes watered from the falling dust. He opened the map hurriedly -- the map that Rosella herself had helped design -- and he pointed at the Ruins of Kimberton, jabbering urgently in a language she didn't understand. He poked a finger at the ruins, then pointed frantically outside. They had to go to the ruins, urgently. The guild hall cracked and splintered from its foundation, prepared to rise up off the ground altogether, with Rosella and Collin and the boy inside. Collin, still in the doorway, swayed on his feet, unusually and frightfully calm. Pollen rained down outside. Collin's eyes had turned dark and glassy. The madness of the Ruse had taken him. The madness was spreading throughout the city. Everywhere people dropped to their knees, or fought one another like wild animals, or ripped themselves apart, while buildings rose up around them and the rising trees were gilded like lords. At that moment, on the Rosario island The young woman peered hard at Nisa with a hunter's determined gaze -- but she could not understand. She caught the words Rosario and leave and heard Nisa's voice lilt upward in a question, and knew she was being asked for a clarification she could not give when she knew so few words of this language. The woman instead gestured with an arm and a wide hand to encompass all of the Rosario tribe -- then she snatched back her fist, meaning the tribe and everyone in it would soon be snuffed out if the warning was not heeded. "Rosario must leave," she repeated again in a deadly and finite voice. She looked up, her eyes widened, staring past Nisa to the expanse of blue water that had since the morning been peaceful and blue. Halfway between this island and the next, the water began to swirl and bubble. The whirlpool turned faster and faster; the water seethed and hissed and roared wider and wider around it, as if being sucked deep and down into a dark abyss far below the ocean floor. Two fishing boats and the screaming fishermen upon them were devoured into the spinning depths. The hungry waves tossed high on the shore of the island, so strong so quickly, as if the ocean planned to take the tribe and the island with it into a watery grave. The roar of water was deafening, and only a moment had passed. At the center of the whirlpool -- now wider and more far-reaching than the island itself -- something monstrous was moving against the impossible current. Black spines pricked above the water, followed by the graceful sleek of black shimmering scales, each as big as a house. Whatever moved below was as enormous and terrible as a mountain. The woman in sealskin tugged on Nisa's arm, hurriedly, back toward the forest through the forbidden gate. It was now far too late to escape to the far island to safety: their only chance lay in the jungle that the Rosario people had feared for so long. The monster in the ocean -- revealed only by the length of its many spines and scales to be something like a colossal eel -- unfurled and began to circle the island hungrily. Water roared up onto the beach. The tide rushed in, higher and higher than it ever had before, as if the ocean would try to swallow the island whole. But, in fact, the island was sinking. Within five minutes, everything would be engulfed by spinning, churning water. The tribe would be the colossus' first meal after eons of slumber. Above, translucent in the blue calm sky, hung visions of long-rooted trees with silvery leaves. At that moment, in the Rune Desert The woman in black was quiet while lightning flashed; the storm moved closer again, more ferocious than before, kicking up dust and sand and goats and wagons. "There is no time for that, small one," she said, in the same language but with a stiff lilting accent. Her deep blue eyes flicked down to the orb held tightly in the boy's arms, and then back to his face. "Any harm done to me is by my own affliction, for the sake of staving off this storm a moment longer -- the East Wind has fallen to chaos, and I and the North Wind can only battle it for so long. Something terrible is coming, we must get your people to a safe place --" She had spoken too long. A huge, reverberating CRACK echoed from the distance across the dune. By the light of the stars they could see the silhouette of the far mountain -- so long a familiar comfort to the tribe -- was shifting, shaking, and undulating. The dark, rigid picture of the peak changed its shape, twisted and writhed and moved as if the stone itself had come to life. Something lifted up out of the distant destroyed mountain: a pair of colossal, leathery wings. "We must go!" The woman turned and flung her bleeding arm, but this time there as no effect on the spinning storm. The clouds began to gather again, and the voices of the stars were in threat of once again being silenced. Another funnel sprang up on the sands -- and another, and another. The tornadoes whirled and whipped around one another in frantic destruction. The air was thick with stinging sand and deafening howls. And then, a cold wind -- the North Wind -- spun around Cyrus alone, like a bubble of safety in a sea of disaster; it gave him clean air to breathe and ensured his link with the stars remained strong, while the world around him was lost in spinning sand. The rest of his tribe was not afforded the same protection. A hideous, enormous screech rang out over the desert, over the noise of the storm. The tribe would hear the ominous flap of wings, so huge that the storms themselves quivered with each rush. The mountain itself had awakened after eons of slumber -- and now it had unfurled, and flew over the desert in search of its first meal. Glimpses of the monstrosity showed it to be the color of the desert, spiked with stony scales, with a hungry red eye. As it came closer, its bulk and its enormous wings blotted out the sky. There hung in the dark sky the translucent images of floating trees with silvery leaves, fading in and out as the storms passed through them, the colossus drew closer, and the tribe screamed.</s>
<\|description\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Age: 16 Gender: Female With cold ice-like eyes of a silver-blue, and long messy hair of obsidian purple-black, Exo has pale skin, rather shocking in this climate, but pale none the less. She is fairly tall, and rather skinny, her preferred clothes are looseish, and she likes her hair pulled partially back. Her hair has never been cut in all her life. HUSK Defects: Exo has a badly connected, half-shattered, soul, meaning she struggles to feel, going from totally emotionless to super feeling, and straight back to emotionless, sometimes in less than a few seconds, sometimes lasting for a while. Now, don't get me wrong, she can still like things, and laugh at things she finds funny, but she doesn't normally seem to feel a lot. Except when she does, and then there are more emotions than she would care to have all at once. Exo actually remembers a fair amount of her life as a husk, thanks muchly to her soul being rather, …well, badly connected. She can remember many of her 'tools of the trade' as one might call them, and so she can still act as a scout, if and when they finally trust her. Bio: Exo grew up inside an Oasis, and started training as soon as she could. It soon was discovered that she was quick and silent, with an aptitude for climbing and running. She also had rather sharp senses and so it made her perfect, almost, for a scout. Pretty much her whole time was spent training, getting better at everything she needs to know for her job. Since she has been accepted as a scout, Exo has been on one minor routine patrol outside of the walls. It was nothing special, and so she has yet to go on a real patrol. Extras: Pyromaniac, …just …well, …let's not talk about it. She also absolutely adores music (once she has a soul), it is one of the things that can pull out her emotional side. She wears thin fingerless fighting gloves with inch-long spikes sticking out, in the place of a knuckle-duster, hence her nickname of 'Spikes'.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "... Yes." Freya looked towards the husk who approached, a brow cocking up when she noted his appearance. "I assume you're part of the squad. I'd say hop on, but your skin looks... Northern. Have you let the Officer know, so he can ration us out some sun-guard for you?" She buckled up behind the wheel, adjusting the mirror to see a sleeping husk in the back seat. "I know how a sunburn can effect performance, and I'd like to prevent that." She glanced to the back of the jeep, at the cases of supplies, and again to the sleeping husk. "Hey, Officer," She called, leaning out of her door. "Can you grab us one of the blankets from the back? We've got our night-shifter resting up, but she's probably gonna get burned."</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Stretching like a cat, Exo rolled over, barely staying on the seat, "We all here yet?" she muttered hearing the voice of someone other than that loud-mouthed Officer, the one who hated that she had slept in the jeep. but really, if she had stayed at the dorms, there was no way she'd be up and at the gate in-time. Sitting up, she blearily rubbed at her eyes, before wincing and shading them from the sun, "can we go yet?" scratching the back of her neck, she pulled her lose, long, midnight hair back into a high pony-tail. Grimacing and squinting, she wasn't the biggest fan of the sun, Exo noted the female in the front, probably the person she'd be deferring to. "Sir." she stated, "Exo Neversong. Scout, night-shift. Reporting in." Her words were slightly stunted, a result of having little less than a few hours sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "...Hm. I'm not sure. I haven't had the time to meet with everyone since I was assigned the squad." Freya began, looking from behind her glasses at the faces of the two others that were around her. "...The list of names I had gotten, though, was just three- myself included. If this guy here is in the squad, then we are all here." Her eyes settled on the odd male husk to the side of her, resting a hand on the steering wheel. "...If I read correctly, are you Rory..?" She thought back to the list of squadmates she had gotten. "...You had no last name on the sheet. An oddity like that would make sense on... Someone with an odd appearance, like yours." Hoping she hadn't hit a sore spot, she adjusted the seat, putting the key in the ignition. Turning to the girl in the back, she began to answer the other question she had asked. "I'm waiting on one member to get a go from the Officer. I do not like to hear him more than I need to."</s> <\|message\|>Rory "Aye" Rory said "Rory, second Lieutenant, Dragoon" reciting his rank and position as he looked from the husk in the back to Freya "reporting to squad A19, from D17" he nodded to Freya, she requested a blanket for the night-shifter in the back, she was addressing the officer but Rory went and got one himself, climbing into the back of the jeep he handed the blanket to the Night-shifter, he then turned back to Freya, "sun-guard, unnecessary" he said answering her earlier question.</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Nodding her understanding to the lady in the front, Exo watched the other husk, Rory, as he headed off, and then again when he returned, climbing in the back and handing her a blanket. She thanked him, curling up and shutting her eyes; they wouldn't have stayed open longer even if she tried. She didn't actually sleep, just sort of snoozed, still hearing everything, but managing to rest up anyway. They'd wake her if they needed her, and hopefully not until then.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford "Ah, good." She turned to watch the strange husk as he got the blanket himself, trying to not outwardly show her confusion. "...I feel as though it's necessary for one to have their full name known- at least, on paper if not said- to the people they're working with. It prevents infighting and helps each member get along better." She explained, popping her shoulder and turning back to the front. "Ah, the sun-gaurd is necessary, too, if you were referring to that." She almost had a hint of a smirk as the night-watch, Exo, fell back asleep. "Since this is everyone..." Freya began, before leaning out of the car. "Officer, All Squademates Accounted For!" she called, her voice bouncing off of the buildings around. "Ready For Final Check-Off, Sir!" The officer approached, scanning the three with unfeeling eyes. "ALL MEMBERS ACCOUNTED FOR, CHECK." It began, Freyas' jaw tightening as it "spoke". "WATER RATIONS," it moved to theback, lifting the covering off of the supplies in the back. "CHECK. FOOD RATIONS, CHECK. AMMUNITION, CHECK. WEAPONS, CHECK. APPREHENSION TOOLS, CHECK. CONTAINMENT EQUIPMENT, CHECK." The list went on and on, for what, to Freya, felt like days, until the Officer finally hit the last check, and moved back to Freya. "CHECKLIST IS COMPLETED. YOUR RUN WILL BE A THIRTY DAY RUN. YOU WILL RETURN AT NIGHT." At this point, Freya mumbled along with the officer, knowing his speech word for word. "APPREHEND ANY BODY OUTSIDE OF THE OASIS. IF ANYONE IS APPREHENDED ALIVE, RETURN IMMEDIATELY. IF A DEAD BODY IS APPREHENDED, PUT THEM IN CONTAINMENT AND RETURN AS NORMAL. IF ANY TROUBLE ARISES, REPORT IT ON THE RADIO." Freya looked to the radio that was in the car, hooked in near the clutch. It was a typical radio, akin to the kind she had read were used by transporters in the times before Oasis. Above it were two screens- a GPS, and a radar; neither of them were on. At he end of the Officers' speech, she started the jeep,revving its engines. The wall opened nearby, to the large and unforgiving desert, and she drove out, turning on the GPS and Radar once the gates closed. Freya drove in silence for a while, checking behind her to see the oasis before speaking. "Well, we're out now. Buckle up, because I have a right of passage for the newcomer." She let herself smirk deviously, flicking the mirror to look at the sleeping scout, then looked ahead, to a large, ominous sand dune. "If she was seasoned she wouldn't be sleeping like that." She almost snickered, flooring it, speeding to the dune.</s> <\|message\|>Piotrek Gyrai Piotrek was up in one of the buildings around the entrance to Metro, he was watching the surrounding area and had noticed a scavenger on a bike headed for the entrance, as it was one scavenger on a bike he let him pass to the gate guards. after a while he headed back as another sniper took his place, the guards recognized him and let him in and he headed to his room and took off his gas mask and put his rifle on a rack before heading out again to get something to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan Huckaby After a nice rest he woke up. It was more that he woke up because of a nightmare he kept having. In his dream he could see shadowy figures. People had told him stories about the demons that HUSKS were. He knew it to be a farce but ever since he was a child he had nightmares. It could have been about some greater evil, perhaps the ones who made the Oasis. But he never could see what they looked like. He packed his things and disarmed his trap. Once finished he walked out and explored the town. He wasn't sure why but he felt like he needed to keep moving. Soon he found himself in front of what passed as food establishment. He ordered a few things with a smile and waited.</s> <\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong Snapping her eyes open, Exo frowned for barely a second, gathering together her conscience enough to work out where she was. She hadn't really fallen asleep, just a tad more asleep than she had intended. Slamming her eyes closed against the blinding light, she sat up, just as the jeep pretty much literally jumped a massive sand dune, evicting a grunt from Exo. After the jeep had finally felt like it had settled back on the ground, she started fumbling through her pockets, fishing for something, growling softly as she couldn't find, ……… got it. Hooking a long thin strip of material out, she wrapped it round her eyes, protecting them from the sun. The material was still thin enough to see through, although it stopped the sun from getting to her eyes quite so easily. It didn't really impair her vision, but rather, saved it for the night. Exo's night vision was, by far, better than her seeing during the day, but it also meant that she sometimes had a problem with the brightness of the sun, something she was getting better at dealing with.</s> <\|message\|>Freya Crawford Freya let out a snort of approval as the car settled, jolting everyone in it around. "First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up." She had a hint of a dry chortle in her words, glancing back at the scout. "Huh, a blindfold? I used to do that, until I found a better solution." eyes going back to the sand in front of her, she slid a pair of un-mirrored sunglasses out of her pocket. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." She tossed the glasses in the back carefully, glancing at the displays in the jeep. "The last reported inkling of a live body was north, about a days' drive. If my experience is correct, they have moved either closer- to enter the safe radius- That is, the area around the Oasis that we believe to have extensive knowledge of- or, farther into the north." Freya explained, reviewing terminology for the new scout in the back to keep silence at bay. "Rory, keep an eye on the radar. I will head to the last reported spot, and once there we will decide which rout we should take." At that moment, she let her dialogue stop, the sound of the jeep being the last noise.</s> <\|message\|>Rory Rory simply held onto the side of the jeep as the driver girl speed over a dune rather the buckle a restraint, the only sound he made during the jump was a low growling laugh but the scout had woke up and put a cloth over her eyes before Freya handed her a pair of darkened glass lenses as a shield from the sun and ordered him to watch the radar. "yes Kommandant" Rory said as he moved over to the radar. he stared at it's screen watching for anything to come up</s>	<\|message\|>Exo 'Spikes' Neversong "First rule of a patrol is to always buckle up." She nodded, then snapped her head back up from searching, to see a ……… something landing in her lap. "Use these- they protect your eyes more than cloth." Carefully picking the objects up, Exo peered at them, examining them from every side before deciding they had to work like the ones the squad leader was wearing. Finding the arms, she pulled them on, carefully extracting the cloth from beneath, and tucking it back in her pocket. "Thanks" They certainly worked better than the cloth, shading out the sun, while leaving her vision pretty much unchecked. Listening silently to the report of where live body's had last been seen, Exo was definitely glad that terms were explained, she'd heard some of them before, sure, but better to have them explained once to many, than once to few.</s>
<\|description\|>Mason Stone Age: 26 Appearance: Name: Ryan Greene Age:24 Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone The air was warm, a pleasant change from the receding autumn (fall (whatever I'm Aussie)) chill. The wind smelt like salt and there was the slightest sound of water lapping against the shore, the waves illuminated by the light of the full moon beaming down upon them. Most of this would have made for a pleasant, quiet night and other day of the year. However most of it was drowned out by the party going on not five hundred metre behind him. As it stood now music blared, its volume challenged only by the voices trying to speak over it and the crackle of fire. The salt in the air was drowned out by the smell of smoke and burning wood. The light of the moon paled in comparison to the bonfire raging. The turnout looked about the same as last year. It was a tradition, every year they had a big party on the beach the night of the first full moon of spring. Luke remembered his father telling him it used to be a very sacred night amongst the original inhabitants of the land. Somewhere along the line it became a bit more… "Luke! Get your ass over here!" Commercialised. Even if it was just a bunch of coolers with drinks and someone's portable stereo playing some music. The boy glanced over his shoulder and smiled slightly before he abandoned the quiet water's edge and quickly ran back towards his friends waiting for him. "Dude! Best night ever or what?" Mason said as he threw a beer to him. The sacredness of the night may have changed slightly, but the descendants of the first people of this land were still in charge of organising the party. As it was, that meant him and his friends usually. They'd all known each other since birth virtually, so they were more like brothers than anything else. Luke merely smirked and shrugged as he put the drink down. Sometimes it did feel like they were doing this wrong, disrespecting their ancestors or something like that. Never did that feeling overwhelm him more than when he looked at the moon. So he usually made a point of avoiding it as much as possible on the night. Having spaced out for a few moments he missed Mason's next comment and the sudden shove he received caught him completely off guard and he stumbled before he collided into someone and the boy quickly turned, catching them before they feel.</s> <\|message\|>Delilah Delilah, known as Del, and Maria had met whilst Maria was visiting her cousins in the area. She'd come from Seattle, where it rained more than is did anything else combined. Her uncle lived a few miles outside Forks, which was just under half an our drive from La Push and the reservation, but was well over 3 in a car to her home. Luckily been able to fly into Fork's airport and be picked up there. This meant no car, and she had been starting to regret her haste in choice before she'd met Del. Her cousins were mostly younger than her, but none were actually her age. She'd been persuaded to go by her parents, who told her she should go and enjoy herself before she started work. She had 2 months until she moved to Florida to work in a hotel, a job which her father had secured for her. It was for a friend of his and she had been pleased at the time, but annoyed too because she didn't want people to think she couldn't get a job herself. So this was supposed to be a vacation. Sure enough, her aunt and cousins had entertained her in the house for the first few days, but since most of them were much younger than her, they soon got bored as the novelty wore off. She too, felt trapped. Her aunt was sweet, dropping her off at the Timber Museum in hopes this would occupy her. She spent time looking at the chainsaws of different ages, and smiling politely as the volunteer talked to her of what he believed were the fascinating points to the museum. She left in a daze as soon as she politely could, buying a postcard for her collection. It was too early for her aunt to collect her so she walked back into town, for it wasn't far. which was when she saw Del, who was sitting in her truck and listening to music. She'd asked the girl directions and had gotten a lift instead, the girl asking her questions as they drove. They ended up talking outside her Uncle's place for some time, and Maria arranging to be picked up the next day. Del had moved there with her step-father 2 years before. He owned a local store where Del worked most days, but she loved to be outdoors in nature. Some would have been angered at being dragged into the back end of no where, but Del seemed to love it, and through her eyes Maria began to appreciate it. Del had a couple of friends, but not having been to school there were whole life, she had struggled. A few days later, they went to the Ranger Station and then Marymere Falls and she'd enjoyed it. It was Del's friends who mentioned they were going to stay at the Quileute Oceanside Resort, which was situated on the Indian Reservation at La Push. Del said that although it was an easy drive, it was a good excuse to hang out without having to worry about their guardians. Maria happily agreed. It was going to be 3 nights and she was fascinated at the idea of an Indian Reserve. There had been 8 in total, 5 girls and 3 guys, piled into 3 cars. Del admitted she'd never been but she'd wanted to go before. They'd arrived in the late afternoon, the rest of their party having gone ahead because Del had to work. She'd tried to pursuade Maria to go without her, but Maria had been adamant she'd wait. By the time they got there, the guys were talking of having a party in their room, but Del, tired after being at work all day, declined and she and Maria chilled in their chalet. It had been Del who had become alarmed at the fire on the beach, fearing the boys had tried to impress the girls and lit some fire. There was certainly enough noise. She and Maria headed down there, hoping she could persuade them back to the chalet before they got kicked off the reservation, but as she looked at the faces, she realized she didn't know any of them. That was when Maria gave a cry of alarm that made her start, as she was caught in the arms of a guy that neither of the girls knew or even recognised. She looked wide eyed and scared, though in fact it was just shock.</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone Luke looked down at the girl in his arms and quickly took a step back, letting her go. "I'm sorry!" He quickly said, holding his hands up. "I didn't mean to I… are you alright?" Had he been the type to blush he probably would right now, as it was he was just glad that he hadn't knocked her over. It had been Mason's fault for shoving him, and he would pay later for that, but for now he just wanted to make sure the girl was alright and that he hadn't offended her or one of her friends. This perhaps was not the best way to meet people. "Smooth move Casanova!" Mason said as he practically jumped onto Luke, putting him in a head lock, the words and actions catching him off guard for a second, since all of his attention had been focused on the girl in front of him. Attempting to regain some composure Luke quickly pulled himself out of and then shoved the other boy gently, though couldn't stop the stupid grin that was now crossing his face. "Get out of here!" He growled with another smirk. Mason paused for a moment, looking confused as to whether this was just playful banter or whether Luke actually wanted him to leave. "Seriously. I'll come find you in a little bit okay?" He then turned back to the girl and smiled apologetically with a shrug. "Sorry about that…" He paused, unsure of where to proceed from here. He guessed that she was new to the area; she had that look about her, a little uncertain and scared. Or that could have just been because some random guy had suddenly crashed into her. But he didn't want to say anything. Heck he wasn't even sure if he should give his name since there was a good chance this was the only time he was ever going to see her. Which was a shame. Luke didn't exactly relish the idea of being temporarily imprinted in the girl's mind as 'that guy who bumped into me at that party last night' before fading from her memory all together. But he just didn't know what to say to make any other kind of impression.</s> <\|message\|>Delilah "I....," Maria began, as he backed away apologising, hands up like he was pleading guilty to a crime. She stood rather mute and surprised that he told his friend to leave. "No, don't worry about it. I just didn't see you. You startled me." She gave quite a sweet smile, her cheeks having little dimple in them that made her look somewhat cherubic. "We didn't mean to crash your party," said Del, looking over at Maria. "We thought... well doesn't matter. We shouldn't be gate crashing." Maria nodded, and smiled again. "Well, we should probably get back," she said sheepishly. "We're staying at the resort, we just thought our friends might be out here." He was kind of cute, Maria thought, blushing a little as she stepped back to join Del. She seemed to have something on her mind and spoke it without hestiation. "Were you celebrating something?"</s> <\|message\|>Mason Stone Seeing that he wasn't about to be reprimanded for an accident Luke allowed himself to relax, his attention skipping between both girls as they spoke but he made a point to not interrupt until he was given a question to answer. It seemed like the polite thing to do when you just ran into a girl after all. "Um… not really… tradition I guess? It's just something we've always done." He answered cryptically, since he really wasn't sure how to answer it. They always came down here because that's just what they've always done. It's what his parents had done before him and so on. As far as he knew there wasn't a real reason. "You're both welcome to join us if you'd like." He offered as he glanced back down towards the beach. There weren't many people there, maybe a dozen or so if you excluded his friends. Mostly just the children of the reserve, ages varied from as young as twelve up to around twenty six, so it was hardly what someone would consider an adult party. In saying that though he couldn't remember too many times outsides had joined them unless they were dating someone from the reserve. "I mean it's not gate crashing if you're invited right?"</s> <\|message\|>Delilah Maria smiled quite happily. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" she said, looking past him at the rest, then looked to Del. "Wht do you think?" Del shrugged. "How often do you get invited to stay at a party after you crash it?" she said with a grin. Maria turned to look at him, clearly happy. "I'm Maria. Since you're inviting us, you should probably know our names. And this is Del." Del half raised a hand, not a wave but like she was volunteering herself. "We're hoping to explore the reserve in the morning," Maria continued. "Maybe you ca give us some pointers?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mason Stone Luke shrugged slightly. "It is public property." He reminded them as he turned and began making his way back to the beach. "I don't think you can technically crash a party in a public place… and if you can then it suits us right." He said with a small grin before stopping as they introduced themselves, turning back slightly. "Luke." He introduced himself, leading the way down to the fire where his friends were. Mason waved slightly, though gave him a slight quizzical look at the two strange girls following him. He simply shrugged in reply. Sure, they didn't usually have strangers at these types of things but it's not like someone had said they weren't allowed to. "Yeah, bring bug repellent, waterproof clothes… don't stray off the paths." He could have gone on but if they were new to the area he didn't want to scare them off too much. He sat down by the fire, inviting the girls to join him, two blonde boys looking fairly curious at the new arrivals. "Uhh… Del, Maria, these are my friends, Mason and Ryan." Both boys looked to each other for a few moments before they smiled and nodded, giving the girls a friendly smile and greeting. They both appeared to be around the girl's age, Mason was some inches taller than Chase, though had a fairly standard build, he was fit, lean athletic muscles was a nice balanced skin tone, he wasn't tanned but it look like he got out too. He had short, spiked honey blonde hair and golden eyes. Ryan was a little shorter than both of the boys, but had a lot more muscle definition, a deeper tan and dark sandy blonde hair with dark brown eyes. A few tribal looking tattoos could be seen peeking out from beneath his shirt sleeves.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Smith CS Age: 17 Appearance: Year of Education: 11 (Junior Year) Favourite Subject: Auto Shop, with the real-life aspects of Physics too Personality (optional): Jack is a naturally charismatic guy who attracts attention from people whether he wants it or not. This means he has had to evolve into the defacto leader in many cases, and his voice is one that is widely listened to and respected among peers for his fairness. A kind kid who treats everyone with as much respect as they deserve, Jack is not one to shy away from dealing swift punishment to those who are cruel, and this is another reason that many of the younger or vulnerable students tend to recognise him as a friend and an ally, a notion Jack uses to his advantage for late assignments or difficult homework. Background (optional): TBR Significant Relationships: Since he was a child, he had been good friends with Robyn Capuche. They played together at school and sat together. One day, Robyn didn't show up for school. A week later she came back, a different girl. More secluded, quieter, less outgoing. Jack, being the chatty kid he was, took it upon himself to make her feel better. They bonded over her grief where she leaned on Jack for support, and he leaned on her because he had never had an honest, true friend. To this day they are inseparable. Always side-by-side, they ate lunch, hung out, grew up together. Other: Jack is partially deaf and so wears a hearing aid. He also knows sign language which he uses when he does not have his aid with him. A member of the swim team who competed at national level.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche "Alright, everyone run a mile!" Robyn smiled as once again their class got in trouble. Most of the people thought she was crazy for loving to run, but for some reason, she absolutely loved to do it. She took off at a sprint around the outside of the track, easily surpassing the people that started before her. She nodded to her friends and glared at her enemies and easily made it to the finish line before even the front person made their third lap. She smiled at the P.E. teacher and he rolled his eyes. "Get inside Capuche, and go take a shower. We're done for the day after this. I don't understand why the rest of the students can't be like you." She smiled at this comment as well and took off at a jog toward the school. She loved the feel of her heart beating rapidly in her chest and the losing of strength in her legs. She didn't know why, but she loved it all. She yanked the door to the gym open and headed for the locker rooms. On the way, she passed a few of the students and she smiled and nodded to them. They smiled back, though they had no idea who she even was. Robyn dodged into one of the girls' locker rooms and immediately headed for the shower, stripping off her clothing as she did. She left them on the side, placing newer, fresher clothing down next to the shower. She pulled the curtain closed and stepped into the soothing cold water. The freezing, almost ice water ran down over her back and sent shivers down her spine, but it soothed her sore muscles perfectly. She grabbed her shampoo and massaged at her hair, feeling a slight headache coming on. She quickly rinsed it out and was about to put on her condition when suddenly, a jet of ice cold water shot out at her before shutting completely off. The lights above her sputtered and flared out before completely going into darkness. She looked around confusedly and heard some of the students in the hallway freaking out. She peered out around the curtain to the shower and looked into the locker room. There was no one else in there, as far as she could tell, but it was pitch black. She quickly grabbed her towel, dried herself off, and slipped into her new clothes, not bothering to pull on any shoes. She walked out of the locker room and saw that it was pitch black there too. What was going on? Someone ran by her, crying and sobbing, whispering, "He disappeared! He just disappeared! Mr. Riley is gone! An eclipse happened and he was gone!" Mr. Riley was the gym teacher. What did the student mean by he just disappeared?! Suddenly, she heard Jack's loud voice down the hallway and she was filled with relief. At least her childhood friend was safe. She immediately ran down the hallway, heading toward his voice. Because it was pitch black, though, she ran directly into one of the water fountains. She let out a gasp of pain and moved out from around the drinking fountain, massaging her now bruised thigh. She sighed and kept limping toward Jack's voice. There were about five or six kids around him at the time and she couldn't help herself. She shoved passed them all and grabbed Jack in a huge hug. "Thank God you're alright."</s> <\|message\|>Avi Raclaw Avi was sitting in the music room alone, his electric guitar lying flat on his lap. On the guitar sat a paper, and in his right hand Avi was holding a pen. On the paper was written in messy handwriting: Fly or fall it's all a game Live or die it's all the same Think about it, feel the pain I am slowly going insane There is no meaning We're all alone Prove me wrong Lead me home x2 Avi smiled. Finally, he had finished writing the first part of his first song. He already had the tune ready, so he stood up, put the paper and pen on the chair and took the guitar into his hands. He started playing the music, his fingers running like water over the guitar strings, every note landing with perfect timing. He sang the words, feeling the excitement rising to his chest. This sounds really good. He reached the last line and closed his eyes, feeling the music and words enter his heart. His pick fell on the guitar strings for the last chord. But instead of hearing the Em chord as expected, all he heard was a loud crackle and then utter silence. He opened his eyes, but to no avail. All was pitch black. The next thing he noticed was the chill in the air. What the hell? He could hear people starting to shout outside the room, so putting the guitar down he managed to somehow reach the door without tripping over anything. He opened the door and looked out. All he could see was little flashes of light. It took him a moment to realize the flashes were phones that people were using for light. Why didn't I think of that. He took out his phone, and started walking down the corridor until he reached an intersection. Turn right or keep going straight? The teachers room was right, so he decided to go in that direction. Maybe the teachers would know what was going on. He turned, and almost immediately heard a voice coming from further down the hallway. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class." Jack Smith. Avi didn't know him too well, but he remembered getting into a discussion with him once about music, and Avi tried to explain to him the genius behind the science of music. Jack didn't get it. But other than that Avi knew Jack to be a good person, so he decided to follow his orders. It was nice having someone in-charge in a time of complete disorientation. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well." Avi certainly did not have any answers, but he did have many questions. Like why was Jack giving directions? Where did the teachers disappear to? Why is there no light? Why was it suddenly so cold? What the fuck?</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Smith Jack stood in the centre of the bubbling crowd. It had started off as one person from each classroom but others from different corridors and classes had left theirs and wandered until they were attracted to the phones like a moth to a flame. He was worried he had made the wrong choice. He wasn't particularly intelligent, like many of the people here who could sort this problem out by the end of the day and be home by supper. He wasn't stupid, he was smart in a technical, practical way, but this wasn't something you could unscrew and replace the battery. But you can't think like that when you're faced with what you're faced with. He was on good terms with almost everyone, which could make problem solving and mediating easier, he was good with people which would make crowd control simpler, he had some other, outside skills too, which could be handy. Jack repeated these things to himself in his head, over and over and over again until he might've believed it if the recurring question 'What's going on, Jack?' was a question he knew the answer to. "Alriiiight, one at a time people, one a time. This is tricky, bare with me," Jack said over the anxious chatter of the crowd. "Number one, I do not know what is going on. One of the science nerds said it was an eclipse, and he's currently brainstorming with the others. If anything comes of that, I will let you know," he said, over-pronouncing the last phrase of the sentence. The crowd were not best pleased by his response. Like it or not, that's what you're goddamn getting, he thought. "Number two, I do not know where the teachers have gone. They're just gone. Does anyone know if any teachers are left? At all? Alright, can someone go check all the classrooms for me? Report back once you've checked every room in the building, clear?" Jack ordered into the darkness, and was sent back a high-pitched young boys voice then the rapid patter of footsteps. Some little kid who wanted to help the big kids. "Number three, I do not know why it's so cold. It's looking like everyone got the shiver at exactly the same time. It's a... mass thing, I suppose, something that affected everyone. That's all we can figure out," he replied to the questions cawing out in the dark like crows trying to communicate. As the crowd quieted, and intelligent conversation started to take place begging the question of what?, Aria ran forth from the black velvet. A young kid who was crazy smart, Jack liked her a lot. When she first came to the school, she was bullied quite badly. He stepped in and said that it wouldn't be a good idea to continue on their current course (thankfully backed up by some jocks, because there was no way Jack could take on that crowd himself). They helped each other out now, like symbiosis, where he ensured she got everything she needed and she did the odd piece of homework for him. She spoke to him about the paper, laughably, and mentioned the computers. "Hey, look, don't worry about the homework right now. That's something to sort out when we figure this out, but the computers thing is interesting, as is the solar flare. So you're saying that the only electronics still working are ones that weren't plugged in?" Jack half-asked, half-pondered. It was interesting. Maybe they could plug something in and see if it stopped working. If not, maybe it was just the breakers and that needed resetting? "Alright, Aria, listen to me carefully. You remember when you first got here and those assholes would bully you, yeah? Fuck 'em. You're a fully fledged badass now. I need you to be the voice of me for a while, and I need you to go to the library and take them to the auditorium. You tell them I sent you. You get them to the auditorium, and then you come find me," Jack said. The authority growing in his voice felt comfortable, like it was a pet cat who had been lying still until you stroked it and it started purring, appreciating the comfort. When he finished speaking to Aria, a familiar voice broke the black. Robyn was alright. She collided with him and sent him stumbling back, but he held his footing. "I'm glad you're okay too. Listen, I want you to tell me everything you know so far, but first we have to sort these kids out. Tell the leaders here to get their classes to the auditorium, and to wait there. Get them seated, and get them quiet. Wait there for me, and be careful. I heard you smash your damn hip from over here," Jack joked, grinning to himself in the darkness. Jack turned his flashlight to outside of the circle and saw two pale shades hanging in the air like smudges on the inky black canvas. "You and you, come here," he said as he snuck closer, extremely worried that some kind of angry ghost would leap out from its cover and attack him. But it wasn't. A sullen kid he didn't recognise who looked at Jack distrustfully, and Avi, a musician who Jack had spoke to a few times. "Avi, good to see you. Anything to tell from up your way?" Jack asked but he carried on before he could answer. Formalities, in this situation. "Look, we're getting all the students in the auditorium to keep track of them. Robyn is organising all the leaders the now, but can you go with her? Once you get to the auditorium, just, I don't know, occupy them. You're good with a guitar, think of something, would you please? I'd be eternally grateful, buddy," Jack said. He really wasn't asking, to be fair. This wasn't the time nor circumstance to be asking for a favour. It was a time where order had to be restored quickly so that the situation could be dealt with in a manner that allowed efficiency. And what everyone needed now was some order and efficiency. Jack turned to the other boy slinking in the shadows. "You, kid, you're being deputised. I'm going to need your help. Do you have a phone? We need to go around the school and clear the classrooms, and then bring them down to the auditorium. We gotta keep them close and quiet and chilled out, understand?" Jack asked, wondering why he looked at Jack like he was Pol Pot. Jack turned on his heel. The entire school had gotten quiet, not the students but the creaking of the structure and sound of the floors and doors had stopped. Pipes no longer had water running through them. Heating had turned off. The situation had gone flashing red button bad. And when the silence of the world had reached a crushing point where eardrums wanted to implode, a shriek sounded through the air, like a banshee, the omen of death. The cry wasn't one of terror or sadness, but it was angry and hateful and full of anguish, something that could only be made by searching the depths of a soul to find everything wrong with it. The cry whimpered and Jack's heart felt weak, like he had lost something important to him. and all he wanted to do was curl up and weep until his skin dried up and cracked and his bones crunched under footsteps. And at the moment when you thought the cry of evil would quieten to nothing, a thousand more voices joined its symphony and his body just wanted to tear itself apart to stop the heartache killing him first. The chorus softened until it had disappeared and Jack sat for a moment, simply wondering how anyone could live after that and want to keep on surviving when he remembered he had people to save, not that he felt it was worth it at all. Jack stood, knees weak, heart empty, soul vacant. "Let's go," he said feebly to the other boy.</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Smith The sun blazed vengefully, as if it had been attacked and was now throwing its almighty retribution upon those who have aggrieved it. Jack Smith was sitting in English, a blank page with his name scrawled in the margin. He leaned back, swinging in the treacle heat, every movement stifled by the exhaustive heat. His head craned back and gazed at the neon lights, the luminosity blinding him. Jack stared on. "Mr Smith? Everything okay?" Mr Reynam asked, the sickly sarcastic tone evident in his reedy voice. "As always, sir, as always," Jack replied, deadpan. He didn't move, the secreted giggles of his class mates and the tired sigh escaping the weary heart of his teacher signal enough that he had finished the conversation. He thought about last night, about Robyn. Robyn was Jack's bestfriend for years. He appreciated that. She was chill, honest, a good laugh, smart, and as Jack has begun to notice, attractive. A shameful thought, that was his best friend, how could he? Through the slits in the window blinds Jack could feel the seeping heat of Sol. It glared angrily upon the Earth. He melted gracefully in the warmth. But in a crescendo of light, a magnificent final display of the finest orchestra in the history of ever, something that if truly witnessed could force an emotionless vessel to his knees and weep for the beauty of everything in that very moment, of the poetic dance of the atoms in the air and land, the sun stopped being. The desks and chairs in the classroom collectively shook as the students shivered. It wasn't cold, but it was so damn cold. The class blackened infinitely. It drowned the noise and buried it like a dead pet in the backyard. Mr Reynam, who was stood at the window seemed to spill away onto another layer of reality. The classroom was stunned. People looked at one another, but nothing was exchanged. A kid sat next to him in the drowning black spoke. "What in the fucking fuck..." he asked. Jack turned around despite the fact that no-one could see in the dark. "Nerds," Jack said affectionately. "What's happening?" A nasaly voice in the corner replied. "It's an eclipse, but Jack, there's not supposed to be another eclipse for, well shit, a while. Is there any signal on your phone?" the voice asked. Jack pulled his phone out. No signal. "Nope." The voice remained quiet. Another voice spoke up though. "Sun flare with an eclipse? But why aren't the phones out...?" it pondered. Jack stood up. "Wait here a minute." Jack bumped his way to the door and opened it. It was just as dark out here. Doors creaked open. "Guys!" he shouted into the depths. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class," he said, the worries vibes of the students reaching Jack. People scampered up to him, a group of five or six sheepishly standing around. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well."</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson Valerie wasn't entirely sure what was happening. Everything was plodding along like normal, less than five minutes ago. Valerie had been sat in chemistry class, absently messing with the Bunsen burner flame in front of her as her lab partner rattled of the next step of the experiment they were supposed to be doing. Her partner, Angela, was nice enough, but the word 'interesting' certainly did not apply to her. Valerie nodded politely and carried out the method read out to her, wondering how long till the end of the lesson. She was gazing absently at the clock, its hands as slow as if ticking through treacle... when It happened. If only she knew what 'It' was. Her world plunged into darkness, and she felt the ground shake violently as though the earth was roaring. And the noise...something spectacular was happening but she, sat in this insignificantly classroom with her back to the window, wasn't able to bear witness to it. The flames of Bunsen burners all blinked out almost instantaneously and a frantic chatter broke out. Valerie nearly toppled off her chair as she fumbled for the edge of her desk to stop herself from losing her balance entirely. Angela was murmuring wildly, her tone fluctuating rapidly as she tried to work out what was happening and Valerie merely blinked, forcing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She felt herself shiver and then realised it was from the cold that had unfolded silently in the absence of the light. "What happened? I can't see anything! It's freezing!" "Mrs Rodgers...she was helping me f-f-ix my solution...she just vanished! Like, literally! Flashed out of existence!" "Oh, shit! I just dropped my phone in the hydrochloric acid!" Valerie, her feet itching with adrenaline, leapt off her chair and headed towards the doorway. She needed to move. Something freaky had happened and no way was she simply going to sit and wait for someone - she was a get-up-and-go type of person. A few others had a similar idea and she had to squeeze past them out the doorway. The corridor beyond them didn't illuminate the situation. Literally; the lights were out there too and she had to squint to see what was going on. It only occurred to her to use her phone as light when she saw other doing it to. Grinning at her idiocy - for how else can you react in a situation as bizarre as this? - she slipped the cool, metallic object out her pocket and held it out in front of herself like a lantern. Kids streamed past her, their faces frozen in mirrored expressions of confusion, irritation and fear. She saw someone yelling at the end of the corridor and made a beeline for them, relieved that some sort of order was beginning to form amidst the chaos. Maybe a teacher had shown up to shed some sort of light on what exactly was happening. But it appeared the source was no older than her - a guy, yelling orders about designated leaders, or something. Unthinkingly, she glided forward, determined to be involved in whatever was happening. She hated this sickening disorientation of having such a familiar routine destroyed without even a shred of an answer to how, why, what or who. And the whole thing seemed way too elaborate - too large, too real - to be a prank. She pushed her way forward. "This is just crazy - where are the teachers? And why is it so cold?" she felt herself babble as much to herself as anyone else, trembling both from the cold and fear of the unknown.</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose 1:27 PM. That's what Cecil's watch said, the dots between the hours and minutes flickering with each painful second. Almost an hour left of class, and Cecil was already fighting sleep. He cradled his jaw in his palm and cast his eyes at the sheaf of lined paper below him, trying to hide his bowing eyelids - the topmost page, naked of any ink, reflected his thoughts. This is how he often spent his time in English 40. There was nothing to learn that interested him. He didn't care about variables or aestheticism. Telling a story was dead simple, you just did it. And everyone else either liked it or they didn't - it didn't matter to him. His head snapped back up and he realized he had drifted off. For how long? He checked his watch. 1:29 Cecil sighed quietly and snagged the bottle of water from in front of him. He closed his eyes, tipping his chin, bottle and chair back in equal measure - then something hit him, hit his spine like a bolt of lightning. His muscles convulsed in a wrenching shiver, sending his chair over sideways, and he fell back into the corner of the room. Regret instantly filled him, flush with the pang of embarrassment. It took him a moment to realize his world was dark, and panic washed away all else. I'm blind. Oh fuck, I'm blind. What the fuck did I do? It was only when he heard the other voices that his frantic mind quieted. "...can't see..." "...what happened..." "...some kind of eclipse..." Fragments of disembodied speech filled the room. Cecil stood, feeling his way up the wall behind him. If it was an eclipse, the light would return momentarily, and he only had to wait. Hopefully it hid his wipeout, too. Only one thing was curious to him: Mrs. Foster, the short, plump and talkative English teacher was strangely absent from the calls of the others. Maybe she's having a panic attack, Cecil thought, a slight wry smile touching his lips. It was then he heard the calls from the hallway. A male student's voice bounced between the walls, quieting the others. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone." There was an air of realization, and then a dozen faint lights began to dance in the air of the classroom, drawing silhouettes of young men and women before him. Cecil smirked once again. Not everyone has a phone. He included himself on the list; sadly, it left him at a disadvantage in that situation. The ambient blue glow from the other students was enough to light his way, however, and he quietly shuffled through the doorway and into the looming dark beyond. The source of the voice became apparent: Jack Smith, a loud-mouthed kid he'd seen around the school. He always seemed to be the centre of attention, talking over the quieter students with a self-satisfied light in his eyes. Cecil never liked the way he spoke, and his next words were all but appropriate to how Cecil discerned his character. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes," Jack said in his smug tone. "Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well." Once again, Cecil thought, standing still in the shadows two rooms down from Jack. A kid who thinks he's the most important thing on the planet. He contended himself with observing the influx of students, only one thing rousing him from his cynical stare. Where are the teachers?</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Smith Jack stood in the centre of the bubbling crowd. It had started off as one person from each classroom but others from different corridors and classes had left theirs and wandered until they were attracted to the phones like a moth to a flame. He was worried he had made the wrong choice. He wasn't particularly intelligent, like many of the people here who could sort this problem out by the end of the day and be home by supper. He wasn't stupid, he was smart in a technical, practical way, but this wasn't something you could unscrew and replace the battery. But you can't think like that when you're faced with what you're faced with. He was on good terms with almost everyone, which could make problem solving and mediating easier, he was good with people which would make crowd control simpler, he had some other, outside skills too, which could be handy. Jack repeated these things to himself in his head, over and over and over again until he might've believed it if the recurring question 'What's going on, Jack?' was a question he knew the answer to. "Alriiiight, one at a time people, one a time. This is tricky, bare with me," Jack said over the anxious chatter of the crowd. "Number one, I do not know what is going on. One of the science nerds said it was an eclipse, and he's currently brainstorming with the others. If anything comes of that, I will let you know," he said, over-pronouncing the last phrase of the sentence. The crowd were not best pleased by his response. Like it or not, that's what you're goddamn getting, he thought. "Number two, I do not know where the teachers have gone. They're just gone. Does anyone know if any teachers are left? At all? Alright, can someone go check all the classrooms for me? Report back once you've checked every room in the building, clear?" Jack ordered into the darkness, and was sent back a high-pitched young boys voice then the rapid patter of footsteps. Some little kid who wanted to help the big kids. "Number three, I do not know why it's so cold. It's looking like everyone got the shiver at exactly the same time. It's a... mass thing, I suppose, something that affected everyone. That's all we can figure out," he replied to the questions cawing out in the dark like crows trying to communicate. As the crowd quieted, and intelligent conversation started to take place begging the question of what?, Aria ran forth from the black velvet. A young kid who was crazy smart, Jack liked her a lot. When she first came to the school, she was bullied quite badly. He stepped in and said that it wouldn't be a good idea to continue on their current course (thankfully backed up by some jocks, because there was no way Jack could take on that crowd himself). They helped each other out now, like symbiosis, where he ensured she got everything she needed and she did the odd piece of homework for him. She spoke to him about the paper, laughably, and mentioned the computers. "Hey, look, don't worry about the homework right now. That's something to sort out when we figure this out, but the computers thing is interesting, as is the solar flare. So you're saying that the only electronics still working are ones that weren't plugged in?" Jack half-asked, half-pondered. It was interesting. Maybe they could plug something in and see if it stopped working. If not, maybe it was just the breakers and that needed resetting? "Alright, Aria, listen to me carefully. You remember when you first got here and those assholes would bully you, yeah? Fuck 'em. You're a fully fledged badass now. I need you to be the voice of me for a while, and I need you to go to the library and take them to the auditorium. You tell them I sent you. You get them to the auditorium, and then you come find me," Jack said. The authority growing in his voice felt comfortable, like it was a pet cat who had been lying still until you stroked it and it started purring, appreciating the comfort. When he finished speaking to Aria, a familiar voice broke the black. Robyn was alright. She collided with him and sent him stumbling back, but he held his footing. "I'm glad you're okay too. Listen, I want you to tell me everything you know so far, but first we have to sort these kids out. Tell the leaders here to get their classes to the auditorium, and to wait there. Get them seated, and get them quiet. Wait there for me, and be careful. I heard you smash your damn hip from over here," Jack joked, grinning to himself in the darkness. Jack turned his flashlight to outside of the circle and saw two pale shades hanging in the air like smudges on the inky black canvas. "You and you, come here," he said as he snuck closer, extremely worried that some kind of angry ghost would leap out from its cover and attack him. But it wasn't. A sullen kid he didn't recognise who looked at Jack distrustfully, and Avi, a musician who Jack had spoke to a few times. "Avi, good to see you. Anything to tell from up your way?" Jack asked but he carried on before he could answer. Formalities, in this situation. "Look, we're getting all the students in the auditorium to keep track of them. Robyn is organising all the leaders the now, but can you go with her? Once you get to the auditorium, just, I don't know, occupy them. You're good with a guitar, think of something, would you please? I'd be eternally grateful, buddy," Jack said. He really wasn't asking, to be fair. This wasn't the time nor circumstance to be asking for a favour. It was a time where order had to be restored quickly so that the situation could be dealt with in a manner that allowed efficiency. And what everyone needed now was some order and efficiency. Jack turned to the other boy slinking in the shadows. "You, kid, you're being deputised. I'm going to need your help. Do you have a phone? We need to go around the school and clear the classrooms, and then bring them down to the auditorium. We gotta keep them close and quiet and chilled out, understand?" Jack asked, wondering why he looked at Jack like he was Pol Pot. Jack turned on his heel. The entire school had gotten quiet, not the students but the creaking of the structure and sound of the floors and doors had stopped. Pipes no longer had water running through them. Heating had turned off. The situation had gone flashing red button bad. And when the silence of the world had reached a crushing point where eardrums wanted to implode, a shriek sounded through the air, like a banshee, the omen of death. The cry wasn't one of terror or sadness, but it was angry and hateful and full of anguish, something that could only be made by searching the depths of a soul to find everything wrong with it. The cry whimpered and Jack's heart felt weak, like he had lost something important to him. and all he wanted to do was curl up and weep until his skin dried up and cracked and his bones crunched under footsteps. And at the moment when you thought the cry of evil would quieten to nothing, a thousand more voices joined its symphony and his body just wanted to tear itself apart to stop the heartache killing him first. The chorus softened until it had disappeared and Jack sat for a moment, simply wondering how anyone could live after that and want to keep on surviving when he remembered he had people to save, not that he felt it was worth it at all. Jack stood, knees weak, heart empty, soul vacant. "Let's go," he said feebly to the other boy.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche Robyn didn't know whether to be grateful or horrified that Jack was in charge, but when he asked her to take all of the students to the auditorium, she did not argue, though she did give a small smile to him making fun of her for hurting herself a little ways down the hallway. Grabbing the hair tie from around her wrist, she quickly pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. At that moment, Jack was talking to an unusual lad named Avi, telling him to follow her down to the auditorium and distract everyone from what is going on. She placed her two pinky fingers in her mouth and let out a high pitched whistle, yelling, "Everyone, follow me!" Doing the smart thing this time, she grabbed her phone and flipped it on, flipping to the flashlight app on her phone. She held it up to where people could see her and that's when the cry started. She looked around, staring into the blackness to see if she could see anything, or at least figure out where the cry was coming from. She couldn't and she saw Jack fall to his knees. She wanted to reach out to him, but she was frozen in her spot. It was as if nails had been shoved through the top of her feet, pinning her down to the ground. The cries sent chills down her spine and she squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away from the darkness as a flood of horrid memories washed over her. Blood. Blood everywhere. On the trees, across the tents, in the flowers on the bushes. She stumbled her way through the camp, grabbing at things that had been knocked over, grabbing her small bunny rabbit plushie that was now drenched with blood. She looked around, wondering what had caused this, hoping that the only thing hurt was her mother's finger or a small animal. But then she came across the fire pit. Across it lay her mother, still bleeding from a wound in her neck, though she was already dead. Her skull was crushed inward, probably crushing her brain. Her eyes were wide and lifeless. Robyn did not cry. A few feet away, she saw her father, the same way, but with his arm completely missing and his head half torn off his body. Yet she still did not cry. Instead, she sat between her two parents, taking their hands in each of hers, and waited for the police. She only cried when the morgue people took them away from her. Why didn't she cry any other time? Robyn let out a gasp and blinked, looking around as the cry faded. Pain punctured her heart and she turned around to see a few of the students staring at her. They all looked alone and fearful as well. She clutched her chest, tears starting to well up in her eyes, and murmured, "Let's go." Not seeing if anyone was following her, she began walked toward the auditorium. She looked around, still wondering where those horrific cries came from, but she could not find the source. She led all of them down the hallway and to the right, straight toward the auditorium. Holding the door open for each of them, she began yelling, "Stay with your classes! Keep calm. Leaders! Make sure everyone is here and no one runs off, got it?!" She heard a few murmurs and looked back toward the direction where Jack was. What the hell is going on?!</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose The noise - Cecil couldn't call it a scream, it was completely inhuman - rattled inside his skull, causing him to flinch back, eyes wide. His head flailed, trying to find the source, but he could not see beyond the infinite and unnatural darkness in the halls. Fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, squeezing him dry of anything else. When it finally ended, Cecil forced himself to breathe again, drawing up as straight as he could stand. There was nothing else, until Jack spoke again. "Let's go," he said, igniting a wildfire of fearful whimpers and whispers from the other students. Cecil chuckled passively, a sound almost lost in the din of worry. He had donned his armour of indifference, the only thing he could do to prevent himself from panicking like the rest. "Pretty sure anyone here can find their own way to the auditorium," he said, stepping towards Jack. Cecil stood nearly a hand's length taller, and he declined his head to meet the other student's eyes. "Shouldn't we try to turn the lights on? Or maybe figure out what the fuck that sound was?" There must be something in the basement they could do, until the sun came out of hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Cecil Ambrose Age: 20 Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners. Year of Education: 12 Favourite Subject: Physical Education Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities. Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21. Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson After Valerie had offered to help, the kid who'd originally suggested to find light, had snapped something at the younger girl, who was clearly in the middle of some kind of internal turmoil following the shriek - or whatever that horrific noise was. She felt a prickle of sympathy. This freak event was clearly affecting some people more than others (whether that fear and confusion was manifesting obviously, or as anger) and she, herself, allowed herself to bask in a few seconds of relief that it had not penetrated her sanity yet. She still felt reasonably calm and collected. Though chillingly, it seemed it was only a matter of time. When she glanced down at her white hands, she saw they were trembling. When Jack - who somehow appeared to have the title leader thrust upon him and had accepted it, with a maturity that surpassed many of the idiots at this school - spoke up and addressed her, she jumped a little, skittering on the cheap lino of the corridors. It seemed odd to hear her name in the foreign new world that had formed less than half an hour ago, full of the terrifying and downright bizarre. She blinked, regarding him with her attention as she edged forward slightly to hear what he was saying. Kids shuffled across to allow her forward. "Hi Val, thanks, but we have a plan first. I don't know what the state of the electric grid is like for the school so I don't want anyone touching it yet. Could crisp you up," he replied to her statement and she grimaced at the visual image, realising he was probably right. Whilst this new, shadowy, teacherless environment was unappealing, death by electrocution was even less so. For now, at least. She ran a nervous, trembling hand through her hair, as the dangers of this unknown environment seemed to hit her like she'd been dowsed in ice water. She recoiled slightly, visibly. "You can however go and see if there is a disconnected generator and some heavy duty lights. Come find me as soon as you get back, I want to make sure everyone is safe. Take this fucker with you," Jack said and Val's eyes widened to saucer-like proportions as she realised she was being actually tasked to do something that was vaguely necessary. She was the background type - people didn't usually trust her with things, not even the teachers, and the feeling of responsibility made her both nervous and excited she could finally do something useful. Gulping, she nodded eagerly and glanced across at the aforementioned boy, opening her mouth to introduce herself (she didn't remember him from any of her classes). Before she could say anything, Jack had already stepped forward and yanked the kid in a startlingly quick motion that caused Valerie to totter back slightly, not wanting to get caught up in anything violent. "You speak to her with respect, dipshit," he spat, referring to the sweet-looking girl the kid had snapped at and when she caught snippets of the rest of what he was saying; Jack, ordering the other kid to listen to Val's, her, instructions - her, of all people! - she nearly blurted her surprise out loud, but managed to swallow back whatever sentiment she'd been about to voice at the last moment. She opened and closed her mouth twice, as complaints and doubts surged through her thoughts but eventually, they sank back into the depths of her mind as she realised it was more important to stay focused, at the present. Disconnected generator, map of the school it was, she thought determinedly and forced herself to step forward again, her phone still lighting her immediate aura and offered a smile to the guy when Jack released him. "Guess we'd better get going, before the banshee - or whatever - strikes again, and so we can regroup in the auditorium. I'm Val, by the way" she said, trying to project a calm, collected image but her tone still wavered slightly. She nodded down the corridor in the direction that looked the most promising, as a bearing for their course of action</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Capuche She heard the screams long before she saw the children running down the hallway. She turned to see a horde of the young children sprinting toward her, much older teens at their head. They get all of the younger children into the auditorium first. "What happened? What's going on?" No one would answer her. They all panicked into the auditorium. Finally, getting frustrated with the lack of an answer, she grabbed the last oldest teen out of the line and spun him toward her. She glared at him furiously and said slowly, "What in the hell just happened?" "M-monsters. Demons. Something outside the window. Jack. Jack was there!" The student's rambling made no sense, but Robyn caught the words monster and Jack and that was all she needed to hear. She grabbed the kid by his collar and yanked him toward her, her dark eyes becoming wide and scary. "Pull your fucking self together, dude," she growled at him in a low tone. Immediately, his sad whimpering stopped. "I need you to get in there and take care of those kids. Once we figure out what the hell is going on, then you will be the first to know. Now, pull yourself together and try not to freak the other children out. Calm them down. I'm going to go find Jack." He nodded slowly, his eyes still a little red from unshed tears of terror, but she didn't care. She needed to find her friend. She shoved him into the auditorium and propped the door open, looking around. She retraced in her mind where those children had come from and took off in that direction. She knew that she shouldn't have left the teens alone in the auditorium, but she needed to find Jack. If something happened to him, she would only blame herself because she wasn't with him. She walked down the hallway, holding up her phone for light. She took a left turn and started walking down that hallway. Everything was deathly quiet. She couldn't even hear the students anymore. She walked a little further until suddenly, her phone light flickered and went out, plunging her into deep darkness. She scowled at her phone, hitting it on the side of her palm. The light flickered for a moment before her phone died completely. "Well, shit," she swore under her breath, looking around for a form of light source. She couldn't see anything. She sighed and began walking again, holding out her hands in front of her. She felt around for a locker or a wall so she could figure out where she was. Her fingers tips just barely brushed over a wall when suddenly she felt cold. Very cold. A chill ran down her spine and suddenly, in the darkness, she could see her white breath in front of her. Why did it get so cold suddenly? They didn't have to die, you know, a murmur told her. It was a fading whisper, as if someone was brushing passed her and continued walking. She shivered as she felt another chill run down her spine. You could have saved them, but no. You decided to be selfish and have fun instead. You could've caught their killer. "W-what?" Robyn stuttered out, whipping around. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back her panic and fear. She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" A deep chuckle echoed through the hallway and she whipped around, looking for the source. You don't remember me? Ah, such a shame, one so young had to live this long. There was another chuckle and Robyn spun around again. Panic rose in her chest and clogged her throat. She wished she had some form of weapon. That would make her feel so much better. "Where the fuck are you?!" she screamed at the darkness. I am always with you, Robyn. Come on, you remember me. The smooth deep bass voice echoed down the hallway. I remember it all. The rush of blood as it poured out onto the ground. The satisfying crack of your mother's skull. Ripping your father's head almost off his body with just my bare teeth. The voice sounded almost gleeful. Robyn felt sick to her stomach, realization dawning on her on who this is. "You're him," she murmured, her ponytail whipping across her face as she looked for this man. "You're the man who killed my parents." "Ding ding ding! We've got a winner," a now solidified voice said from behind her. She turned around quickly and saw a young man standing behind her. He looked... normal. He had short brown hair and darkened blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her, but behind the smile, she saw malice and disgusting lust for blood. He began walking toward her and she backed up rapidly. "Oh, come now, Robyn. You don't remember me. Close your eyes and think hard now." He talked to her like she was still a young child. That voice... How he talked sounded familiar. "Come on now, Robyn," one of the police officers said, his cap pulled low over his face. "I need you to tell me if you saw anything sweetie. Maybe a man?" She had shaken her head. "No, I didn't see anyone." She noticed him smile, but hadn't thought of it at the time. Her head flew up and she stared at him. Sure enough, her mind put him in a uniform. He was the exact same guy. "You were the police officer who took my statement!" He laughed loudly. "But you can't be here! How are you--" Suddenly, she saw a light flare up in the distance. She squinted at it and noticed it was toward the end of the hallway. She whipped around to look for the man, but he was gone. There was no trace of him ever being there. She looked around for a good five minutes, hoping to find him, but he wasn't there. Maybe it was my imagination she thought to herself, tapping her phone to see if she could get it to turn on. It did and it once again lit up the hallway. But it felt so real. How is that possible? Shaking her head, she began walking again. She managed to make it down the hallway and into another hallway where she saw Jack making his way back to the auditorium. "Jack!" she yelled and ran after him. She slid to a stop next to him and grabbed his arm. "Some of the other students told me about those... things. Are you alright?" She looked at him worriedly, but she couldn't help the cold tingle that ran down her back after seeing her parents' killer.</s>	<\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose Jack turned and stalked away, and Cecil let out a laugh. A loud laugh, filling the halls and drowning out all other noise, it held both anger and mockery. It followed Jack down the hall before dispersing into echoes, fading into the dark. Jacky-boy, Cecil thought. You're lucky I don't hit children. Cecil realized a newcomer was speaking to him. He thought she seemed embarrassed at having witnessed the display of male ego, and he felt himself sharing the feeling. Despite her apparent age - at least a couple years younger than him - she made him feel like a child whining in petty argument. Cecil let her finish and began to walk in tandem with her as they made their way down the indicated hall. "I'm Val, by the way," she said with a pleasant smile. "Cecil," he returned, unable to meet her eyes. "Uh, I'm sorry you had to see that." Cecil looked up, frustrated thoughts still swirling in his head. "That kid is a dictator. Someone should tell him he needs to listen to other people before we wind up with a real problem. There is a line between tyranny and leadership, and he doesn't see it. Anyway, there aren't any ranks right now, so I'll listen to you if you listen to me. Deal?" Cecil held out a large hand to shake, doing his best to make eye contact with Val.</s>
<\|description\|>Vanessa Lockheart "Just because we're dying doesn't mean there isn't hope" Age 17 Year of Education 11th Grade + One semester Medical School as part of dual credit program Favourite Subject Biology - Human and EnvironmentalPersonality Quiet Secretive Distant Calm Apathetic Background Vanessa didn't have the best of childhoods; her father beat her and her mother ignored her; her brother died trying to protect her and that's all she would ever tell anyone at all about herself. When the eclipse killed bother of her parents she found that it was possible to have just a little bit of hope and now uses it to try to help others. Significant Relationships with any other Characters TBD Other * Trained in medicine, natural and pharmaceutical healing * Cares for a stray cat *</s> <\|message\|>Cecil Ambrose The noise - Cecil couldn't call it a scream, it was completely inhuman - rattled inside his skull, causing him to flinch back, eyes wide. His head flailed, trying to find the source, but he could not see beyond the infinite and unnatural darkness in the halls. Fear gripped his heart like an icy hand, squeezing him dry of anything else. When it finally ended, Cecil forced himself to breathe again, drawing up as straight as he could stand. There was nothing else, until Jack spoke again. "Let's go," he said, igniting a wildfire of fearful whimpers and whispers from the other students. Cecil chuckled passively, a sound almost lost in the din of worry. He had donned his armour of indifference, the only thing he could do to prevent himself from panicking like the rest. "Pretty sure anyone here can find their own way to the auditorium," he said, stepping towards Jack. Cecil stood nearly a hand's length taller, and he declined his head to meet the other student's eyes. "Shouldn't we try to turn the lights on? Or maybe figure out what the fuck that sound was?" There must be something in the basement they could do, until the sun came out of hiding.</s> <\|message\|>Valerie Peterson Valerie hung back as the kid - Jack - began giving orders. It sounded like no one knew, exactly, what was going on and she trembled again, as the cold permeated further into her t-shirt and jeans. Her arms ached from holding up her phone and when he began talking about leading kids into the auditorium and giving specific people jobs, she slunk back into her chemistry class. Chaos had erupted. "Alrighty, guys", she said loudly, clearing her throat, "Looks like we're having a whole school meeting in the auditorium" Almost immediately, chatter broke out as a barrage of questions were flung at her by students, desperate for answers to what was happening. Feeling pressured under the glow of several, glaring, white tiny screens, she held her hands up in mock surrender, squinting at them. People were asking what was happening, whether a teacher had told them about the auditorium, why the lights had gone out. "Look, I don't know!" she insisted, raising her voice as her annoyance grew "Nobody knows! I think somebody said something about an eclipse but you'd have to ask them, not me! Now get moving!" Grumbling, most of them obliged and she was jostled out of the way as people rushed to the door. Pushed back against a table as the tide of students disregarded, she felt her pain shoot up her arm. Ouch - that was definitely going to bruise, she thought as she rubbed her elbow, frowning. She made her way back out into the corridor and was just beginning to head in the direction of the auditorium herself when she heard a huge shrieking, causing her hands to shoot to her ears. It was like nothing she had ever heard before...but then again, none of this was. It seemed to pulsate with emotion and she found that her face was contorting into a grimace, as it cried out. After an eternity when it finally stopped, she discovered was shaking. She saw the leader kid - Jack - visibly reeling from he noise and another girl nearby in an equally as horrified state. At least she knew it wasn't just her. She noticed another kid talking to Jack, seeming amazingly unfazed by the whole ordeal. He was suggesting something about turning to lights on and discovering the source of the sound and even though she hadn't been addressed by anyone, she felt compelled to say something. "I agree," Valerie commented, trying to push back her own fear and approaching the two "I'll volunteer to go in search of some kind of back-up generator for the lighting, or monster hunting, or whatever you need - I hate just waiting around. I'm Val, by the way." Even though introduction seemed painfully inadequate in such a serious situations, it felt somehow odd offering her help without finishing it with a name.</s>	<\|message\|>Vanessa Lockheart The girl had been sitting alone in the old music room; it had been abandoned as a storage room for all the sheet music, broken instruments and those that weren't being currently used when the extension of the school had been built the year Vanessa had first come here and she'd been using it as a get away ever since. She'd dragged a soft beanbag chair into the room last week and was now lounging in it reading a large bool - titled The Historian actually. The lights were off, a soft reading light attached to the top of her book while she read by it itself of the harsh lights of the main room. Her phone(s), portable gaming systems, ipod, portable batteries and tablet were all plugged into the power bar beside her, charging while the girl skipped her third period class and avoided the teachers that prowled the hallways looking for a reason to give a student detention. Mr. Saika had given her a key several years ago, allowing her to come and go as she pleased; the young teacher was barely twenty four and had favored her since she'd first gone to his music class. Her reached up a hand to brush a lock of purple-black hair out of her face, thin fingers moving it expertly around the headphones that sat on her ears and blasted music from her ipod into her ears and kept her from hearing the students moving between classes and talking like they always had. Her eyes followed the lines of the page easily, soft, stormy grey framed by long, thick and curved lashes and high cheekbones that set off her angular and elegant features. She would normally have gotten quite a bit of attention from the male students of the school, if she had not always come across as unapproachable or uncaring when someone else spoke to her. So far the only one who had managed to stick around long enough to see the damaged girl without her usual sweater was Cecil and even then she hadn't told him her story either. Along the line of her sweater sleeve was a fresh bandage wrapped around her wrist as well, peering out just where the soft grey fabric wouldn't reach when she moved. If she got up of course she would have left her hands crammed into her pockets. Her knees were bent some, cradling the book in her lap while she flipped through the pages that rest between the hard covers with the spine settled between her thighs. The jeans she wore were a deep black, contrasting greatly with her alabaster skin, purple socks on her feet as they were pulled up onto the soft seat with her while she curled up in the chair. Her high tops lay discarded on the carpet floor not too far from her, easily within reach while she twirled a lock of straight hair between her fingers silently. The song softened slightly while she read; the lyrics to Save Me From Myself, by Blacklisted Me playing as she slid over to the following page. It was a song that made her feel as if there was someone else out there who understood how she felt on a level that not one person she had ever met would be able to comprehend. She sighed, soft lips parting for a moment to allow the warm air to pass between her lips as she closed the book and yawned quietly. It had been a while since she last slept peacefully through the night, often her sleep disrupted by terrible nightmares and constant waking dreams that permeated the air around her as well; soft purple spots under her eyes were barely concealed by the cover-up she'd put on them this morning, hiding how little she had slept the night before. If only she could nap here without the risk of waking up screaming. Tucked around the corner, between two high stacks of filing cabinets with the wall behind her she hadn't seen the power go out or the lights shut off; nor the eclipse that was happening outside right then with the curtains heavy and drawn closed to leave the room in total darkness apart from the small light that was still on in her lap, casting a shadow over her book and legs that looked as if to be shaped like a pair of eyes that watched from the shadows if one looked at it hard enough. The shiver that sudden ran up her spine was alarming for the paranoid girl though and as her muscles seized in her back she struggled to flick open the blade of the knife she kept in her pocket and touched it to the inside of her palm to calm her beating heat. She turned off her music and let the headphones fall down around her thin neck; her jugular was nearly visible through her partially translucent skin as well. She looked over at her devices and checked them all, none were charging but thankfully they had all reached full charge before the power had gone out. The power bar itself had turned off when the power did to avoid harming the electronic that were plugged into it from any real damage from the electrical surge that preceded the power outage. Slowly she unplugged each of them and tied up the cords before fitting everything neatly in her satchel and standing again where she had before originally sitting down. Turning off her book light she let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and slipped her shoes on while sliding the strap of the satchel over her shoulder and touching a hand to the row of cabinets beside her. It wasn't the first time she had been locked inside of a dark room and it didn't frighten her nearly as much as it had when it had been her father keeping her there, tied to the bed so that she couldn't get away from him. One the plus side she had gotten very good at untying knots and finding her way around a dark space. Vanessa blinked once, just to be sure her eyes had adjusted as much as they would be and made her way to the door of the classroom. It took her a moment to find the lock though not long afterward she twisted the key and opened the door to an empty hallway though she could hear the panic of the students echoing through the corridors. The girl turned toward the noise, her injured hands fingers grazing against the painted stone wall of the old hall and followed it until she came to a juncture between the old part of the school and the new part where the new auditorium and music rooms were. Her shoes were the only sound for a little while until she heard an familiar voice above the silence of the other students. It looked like the entire school was surrounding him, the glow of cell phones lighting up the area though she held back in the shadows to listen to them. She wasn't one for group work and never had been before, honestly with little initiative to share any information she may have, though she hadn't known it was much more than a power outage. When she heard someone mention teachers vanishing into thin air she looked around, hoping to see some sign of Mr. Saika though she didn't see any right away. She waited until most of the students had started moving and orders had been handed out before she had taken a step toward Jack Smith. That was when the screaming started. Her first reaction was the lift the headphones back up over her ears to dull some of the sound when the voice was joined by others, all of it seeming to be coming from outside the school walls. Lowering her head she pressed the muffling set of headphones against her ears but it didn't stop the vibrations from settling into her very bones and she doubled over as several cuts on her arms and torso tore open in response to the strain it was putting on her body just to withstand the agonizing sound that rumbled deeply inside her body. She heard a growl in response to her and knew it wasn't real; the sound was just in her head, calling to be let out though she couldn't with the hinged coming undone. She would have hurt someone if the screaming hadn't stopped right then, leavign most of the students drained of energy and hope. Vanessa watched for a moment, her heart pounding as blood blossomed on the bandages beneath her her clothing and hidden from the view of the others around. Adrenaline pumping through her system, her pupils dilated and taking in all available light to help her see, the junior student stepped forward without certainty though she didn't make much noise as she stepped lightly through the shadows toward Jack. He was alone, with all the others moving on already and when she had stopped moving herself it was because she was standing a few feet away from the boy, still half hidden by the shadows cast by the retreating glow. "Jack." She had only said his first name while she watched him, her headphones around her neck again and her hand inside of her pockets with the knife that had been since folded back in on itself to hide the sharp edge from the fragile flesh of humanity. Her eyes, dark and wide in the dark, framed by shadows cast upon her delicate features and following the lines of her graceful jawline and cheekbones. She linked, long lashes casting a soft undertone over her eyes, making the little colour in them shine more silver than their natural grey though she didn't seem to know the effect of the darkness on herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuai Liang Aliases: Shy Guy, Techie, U.N. Owen Age: 27 Occupation: As a day job, Kuai is a computers technician at an electronics department store. This is to cover up his Mafia activity, working as the hacker and kingpin of all digital crime and operations within the Mafia. Appearance: Personality and History: Generally, Kuai is a quiet man, letting his actions precede him and define him. It goes as far as to define his wealth of intelligence. Kuai is very calculative and observant, to boot. He's always had an affinity and almost a preference to technology, leading some to call him Shy Guy. There was nothing that people know of that would lead Kuai to pursue a life of crime behind his normal life. Some people speculate that it's merely on a whim to be a bad boy. In fact, that's what he tells everyone. No ulterior motive. No goals. No aspirations. He just does it, and takes his cut happily. Though, some suspect he owes the Mafia, and agreed to be their hacker as payment, taking a percentage of his cut each time they get a take of money. Skills and Gear: Kuai is a gifted tech nerd and hacker, able to do nearly anything comprehensible with a computer and leaving no trace for investigators to follow. He also operates well under constant pressure. Kuai has his smartphone always on him, and has computers set up in his little base, as he likes to call it. Totes around a simple handgun and knife just in case, though, he doesn't tend to get out much while he's on the job. Drives a black Audi S8. Other: Vigil</s> <\|message\|>Austin Martin Austin quietly tinkered away at the front desk of his small shop. He'd found an ancient watch in a shipment of parts he had gotten in. Not parts for the back business but parts for the front business and he thought it'd be nice to have an old style pocket watch. He had the front open, the inside clock face opened and the hands beside him on a safety rag, when his work cellphone rang. A blink later he reached for the phone checking it. Seeing on of many numbers that often call this number. He let out a hrm softly. Waited for the second ring then picked up. "'Ello? Martin General Repai....oh." He listened for a short bit. "I'm here right now. Come around back when you get here." He got up, looking around the shop then walking over to the front door when he saw no one was inside. He turned the sign over to show he's away, then locked the door. He also closed the workshop doors. Once that was done he went out back, and into a small shed, a secondary workshop if you will, filled with parts and a small desk and chair that he could use to upgrade a gun, or refit an armored vest. He sat down at the desk, and began to tinker with a Kiparis auto-pistol quietly. To pass the time. He looked up every now and then as time passed. When he looked up he saw a vehicle pull in. He waited until someone got out. And waited a little longer before opening the door to the shed and stepping out. He smiled, his big beard waggling as he did, "Hello there sir. Welcome to Martin Repair. What can I help you with?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Arran Green Lucas grabbed his car keys, as he smirked. "I'll be round soon." He simply said, Austin's voice rather than an assistant's a relief, as he got out of his chair, the call disconnected. He tidied his folders, and headed to the far side of the room, opening up a grate on the far side. Inside here, wasn't his whole stash of gear. But there was some simple stuff. The MP7A1, his Kimber M1911, and a handful of knives. They were packed into a duffel bag, with what looked like at least $2,000 of hard, cold cash. Bringing it out from the far side of the vent, he shut the grate, the blue and white sports duffel's strap around his right shoulder. There was much he had to discuss, and since Edgar wouldn't be over immediately, there was some planning and post-operation work to be done. Heading out, he found his car, the Audi RS7 that he had used yesterday sitting in the lot, in it's usual prestige. It was perhaps too nice of a car for a private investigator, but was built on drug money, and had been customized well, to be a little more toughened than a normal RS7. It was faster, and felt fire-breathing, definitely a vehicle for someone like him. It fitted well for buisness, but for his other activities, that too. A false numberplate sat on the rear, technically registering it for another RS7, in another name somewhere out in Kansas. Always useful if speeding was a problem. Stepping in, Lucas switched the radio on, a bit of Gaslamp Killer coming on. He did have weird music tastes, he thought to himself. Classic rock on the one hand, but on the other, this. The engine on, he pulled away, onto the road, coming up to a set of lights. Red. He just waited, tapping the wheel, looking out on the sun and mixed clouds that sat in the sky today. The V8 on the RS7 revved hard, as Lucas pulled away from the lights, shifting the paddle up nicely as the car surged forwards, Lucas aware he was breaking the limit. The mid-day had little to no traffic, and the cops were usually on their donut break by about now, with Lucas even knowing their usual patrol routes. This was thanks to general observation, having taken this route every time he headed to the rougher part of town, to conduct deals. Knowing the fastest way out with a cop-free area was always good homework, and when you had to beat criminals, thinking like one was a good practice, though Lucas wasn't of course up to date with it. Turning left, he was back on the gas, the Audi roaring as within minutes, Lucas was over at Martin's General Repairs. Pulling around the back, he looked in his rear view, and then in front, seeing the all clear. Pulling into a small gap, he got out, the long-sleeved navy shirt and grey trousers he wore made him seem like a casual client. Taking the duffel, walking in through the door. Austin was as innocent as he could be, as Lucas looked around, walking in. "Many a thing, friend. Backroom." He said, pointing, just walking that way anyway. He knew precsiely what needed to be done, and he had little time. Walking through into Austin's backroom, Lucas tossed the duffel onto the desk, pulling the Kimber out and the knives, leaving the cash and the MP7A1. "Those are yours, I believe. No fingerprints left, and that cash is untraced. $2,000 exact, as you asked." Lucas said, a little cold and detached, though he knew that Austin did warm his personality a little. "Thanks for this. I appreciate it." The man with the shaved hair said, as he checked the Kimber, looking through the mechanism as he pulled the hammer back, inspecting the weapon a little, before chambering a round again, and placing it back in his hidden holster.</s> <\|message\|>Austin Martin Austin smiled, and followed Lucas into the backroom of the shop, closing the door into the main shop, and making sure the door out back to the warehouse is closed too. He then heads over and checks the MP7. He picks it up, sliding out the magazine, and checking to make sure it's safe. He then popped the slide, catching a round as it popped out. Setting the magazine and single round back on the table. The gun had been safe, but he just wanted to make sure. He set the PDW down then reached over for the money, looking it over and checking for tracing marks, then nodding, "I trust is served well? i don't usually get returns, but I can turn it around and let another client know that it worked for it's last handler well." He made sure to carry the weapon by the rubber on the grip and not the steel where he could leave a print easier. He set the PDW back among some boxes. He then looked over at Lucas. He came back over and produced a toothpick from a pocket. He sat down at the workbench and looked at Lucas carefully, "Can I assume you might have another order? Or was it just the return. If you do, we can head out to the warehouse out back." He chewed on the end of the toothpick quietly looking at Lucas casually. After abit he leaned against the workbench and hrmed, "I saw in the news there was an explosion and a fire at a place on the far side of town. Was that your work my friend? Do you need anything replaced after that?" He chewed on the toothpick a little while longer, his big bushy beard waggling and bobbing as he did. It was often said that his beard entered a room long before he did. And he used it like a battering ram sometimes when he was in a serious mood. He hrmed low and soft, "You know, I don't usually get into my clients business. But whatever war you are fighting, can't be good to do it all alone. If you need equipment I'm always willing to go straight across for money, or for information. You know this. But I know you too, and I understand this...vendetta. You aren't alone in this. There are people, me included, that could help you. Now the question is, what do you want to do with that information?" Before Lucas could answer Austin got to his feet, "Come with me. I know you have places you want to be, and things you need to do. But I want to show you something." He didn't take no for an answer. He walked out back, hoping that Lucas would follow him out back and to the warehouse. Even if he didn't, Austin soon threw open the door, trudged inside and soon was coming out with a pristine and new M4A3, with all the elements tooled down to the very bare minimum, Just the main reciever, pistol grip, with a tooled down stock to lighten up the weight, the barrel shortened by another two inches, compared to it's normal 16, an attached angled foregrip with a small 20mm grenade launcher attached just ahead of the grip. A flashlight to the left of the barrel on a rail, and a laser sight attached on the right. An ITL MARS optic with a small 2x flip scope right behind it. A small compact beast of a weapon. He waited for Lucas, in the hopes the man would join him, in the meantime he held the tooled carbine on his arm almost as casually and carefully as he would a puppy, or a month old baby. "Think of it as…a demonstration. For a potential repeat customer, and for the idea that if you ever need help. Not just in something like this, but when you might be doing something out there, you come to me. Just a thought. Take a look." The bearded man offered the weapon to Lucas with a warm smile on his face. A smile, so disarming, so sincere.</s> <\|message\|>Alexei Anosov Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn. "Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through." He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw. "Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers. Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have. "You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.</s>
<\|description\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Age:37 Occupation: Illegal: * Body treatment disposal. * Torture service comes free of charge. Legal: * Previously: Bike mechanic * Current: 'Junkyard technician' Appearance: * 188cm, tall strong and muscular build. * Tattoos line his entire body. * Hair is black with a red streak on the right. Photo is slightly not safe for work due to male nipple exposure. Personality: * In three words - wild, cocky, doesn't give a shit. History: Mark first started in vandalism and looting stores, setting fire to the ones that pissed him off. Not belonging to any particular group back then, he quickly found himself in jail for property damage and theft. When he got out, he took to cagefighting where he met his current boss, apparently by accidentally squirting a large amount of his opponent's blood onto the Boss. (History subject to change depending on which Mafia we decide on) Skills: * Body disposal * Torture * Theft * Vandalism * Beating shit out of people for fun Gear: * Favourite baseball bat * Desert Eagle * MP5 * Ducati * Equipment used for torture, mutilation and disposal. Vivisection if he feels mean. Other: Vigil. * Mark likes boobs. But be warned, those who RP as a guy. If you make your guy too sexy and alluring, you'll start to find that Mark has the hots for you. He'll understand a solid 'no' of course. That being said, he currently has no romantic interest, unless the bike counts. * When Mark gets drunk he starts talking to the wall! Please don't film him. * Mark can't dance. * Don't go near the junkyard dogs. He feeds them human meat. You're human meat. Those are cheap chains.</s> <\|message\|>Alexei Anosov Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn. "Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through." He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw. "Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."</s> <\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers. Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have. "You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Arran Green Lucas smirked, taking the M4A3, inspecting the rifle, as he adjusted the stock, pulling it out a little, as he chuckled, taking aim. "It's a fucking beauty. I'm not going to ask how you got this, but I'll assume you have good friends to get you this. It's a tool alright." The Vigilante said, as he adjusted the RDS, the MARS optic a nice sighting picture for quickly picking up targets. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he looked about, at the ammunition, and the other pieces of kit. "You know, Austin, maybe you are smarter than I imagined. You figured it out well. Connected the dots. But keep that on the down low. You have no idea of how dangerous it makes you to supply me. I mean, you can walk away with your hands clean now, or stay and rough this shitstorm out. It isn't going to be easy. There are men in this fucker's organization who eat people, and can expose everything and anything about your life. You have a family, Austin. I'm telling you now. Don't do something you will regret later, even if the money talks and the bullshit suddenly walks." Lucas simply said, as he sighed. "You're one of the most talented gunsmiths and fixers I know. You pull shit from thin air sometimes. In this climate, that works well. I need information on another target, something a little more varied. Walk with me." Lucas added, as he slung the weapon down, heading back to where the duffel was, and placing the weapon inside, along with at least half a dozen PMAG polymer magazines. This was military grade stuff- definitely hard to obtain by any other means. Zipping it up, he headed outside, out to the back. "We need to drive somewhere." Lucas simply said, as he headed to his RS7, unlocking it with his keys, before slipping in. Letting Austin get shotgun, he shut his own door, engine on. No music at the moment, but he thought about putting his MP3 on again, just to kill the time. The duffel on the backseat, he pulled out of the alley, keeping an eye about him. "If you want in on this, then you're going to need to be ready to do a few things for me. Small pieces of work. But you're going to need to be more careful than the world. Right now, I think I have us a ploy on getting some cash. I call it accounting for the Mafiya. One of their drug dens went up last night, so indirectly, I struck at one of their key earners. But tell me, who sells Crystal Meth in New Realna these days, APART from the Mafiya?" Lucas said, as he let Austin give a response, before then giving his own statement. "There are some, yes. One percenter biker gangs mainly, but they're mobile, mostly at least. No, there's pretty much just them. Indirectly, supply is down, demand is just the same. Drug Dealer 101. They can sell their shit for more profit. What I'm thinking, is we redistribute the wealth from their increased buisness accumen. In the short term, they can make a buck, but in the long term, their supply of Crystal will wean off. And other fill in drugs, or imports from the Motherland will mean that this little gold rush ends." Lucas said, driving through an orange light, aware he was indeed a amber gambler of sorts. The black RS7 was comfortable, but twitchy enough to turn a corner clean and at a high speed, with the V8 purring gently right now. It was an almost twenty minute drive, out to the outskirts of the city, over a couple of bridges and near a more industrial set of facilities. Pulling up on the kerb, he switched the engine off, looking around, before peering back to Austin. "This is the spot." Lucas said, as he pointed it out, aware the blacked out windows kept him covered for now, from a side on angle at least. "Over there, is the old bottling factory. Now, I've been here over the last few days. I was going to pop yesterday, before a certain meth and skunk lab decided to combust. Now, it seems fairly busy. At least a dozen more guards, as you can see." Lucas simply said, pointing out the four-storeyed brick structure, which stood amongst a few of the other buildings, in this rough area. It was almost noon, but this place was still pretty gritty, and a darker side. "Why the guards? I watched it because I got a tail from one of the men that was working at the meth lab. They cover well, but I assume that was the money man. So this isn't a store of all their cash, but the revenue is going to be good, definitely, if some of it is stored here. They probably have it here so that the authorities don't chase it down, and when they need to, they send it straight off to be laundered through various shops and services that the Mafiya has...well, stakes in." Lucas simply added, as he sat up in the car, looking around, for anyone else. "Do you know what's so good about robbing criminals? They can't go to the police when their money is stolen. So they have enforcers go get it back for them. This would be a huge job. I estimate minimum, $1 million in hard cash. Partly to fund my work, partly to screw them out of their drug money, and partly because I want some of that cash back in the coffers of the good old police department and other public institutions. Corrupt, yes, but it's better than in the hands of a bunch of violent Russian criminals. Doing it alone is hard enough, so I've just waited till if something happens, I act on opportunity. I might as well try different now, Austin." "So here's what I need. I'll need you to figure a way out for me to get a look inside. I was thinking a variety of methods would work. A drone, perhaps, or a mole. I can do the second well if I find me the right person and enough reason to believe he'll walk in and tell me everything I need to know when he comes out. I'll need a grappling hook, and two pairs of Night Vision Goggles. Hard to get, I know, but trust me- it's a wider part of the plan. A cut in the power, so a small explosive or at least tools for the pylon, followed by some more. If you're interested, I could use a second eye across the road. That warehouse is completely derelict, and from that second storey, you can set up a shot. If I remember correctly, you said you were a Force Recon Marksman. So you'll be fine. If help is what you want to do, then we do that." Lucas simply said, breathing, as he chuckled. "Demanding, yes, unorthodox, definitely. But with that many guards, I need to tear through them. I'd need to find the cash, and get out, in three minutes. The M4A3 will do well, but if things go to shit, running is a better option in this one, no matter what. A bike will do for extraction, while you drive down the road innocently, stripped of anything incriminating whatsoever. I need you to be with me on this one, Austin. You'll have a cut too, but remember why we do this. I want to fuck these people over. They ruin the lives of enough people. When they know one of their money sites isn't safe, they'll start thinking about the nature of their operation." Lucas added, as he shook his head, somehow in disbelief himself almost. "I need you to work your wires. It's up to you. But remember, I need to figure out what the inside looks like, without getting shot; from the money to guards, vantage points to areas of entry and weakness. I need a grappling hook, so a titanium cable and thrown quadruple-fishhook arrangement will be fine. I need a couple of charges, something better than the Semtex I can make, and apart from that, I need general intel on this site. It's big, but I think you might as well. It's on the back burner for now, so take your time. I give it about a few days, then we deal a blow to this place." He said repeating his last list, as he started the engine again. "For now though, I reckon some smaller stuff is in order. How's your schedule looking for this evening?" He asked, as he turned the car around, skidding as he put the throttle on, the V8 surging as the car's 600BHP engine blew the RS7 very quickly out of that block.</s>	<\|message\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Mark listened to the meeting and although he didn't have anything to say, he still had his own thoughts about what had happened. "Yeah, I'll do that Alexei" replied Mark when the boss said there had to be a proper burial. "My dogs have been trained to keep away from area with certain markers. Our men will undisturbed". Those special markers were also a reason Mark wouldn't wake up to dog pee all over his motorbike. When the meeting finished, Mark left the room and headed outside. Putting his fingers to his lips, Mark gave a low whistle and padded his lap twice. Muttons, his American Pit Bull Terrier, bounded out from the alleyway where he was previously told to stay. The names of his other dogs were Rump, Tbone and Sirloin, the list went on. But for today, it was Mutton's turn for a fun roadtrip. The others were just allowed to explore everywhere around the junkyard though they each had their preferred areas. Muttons happily circled Mark twice before giving everyone else around him a little sniff (making sure not to get his nose on their nice garments). He recognised their scents as friendly ones from before and happily wagged his tail. Not only that, the dog knew that if Mark was around other people and he had a neutral or happy tone, then they were friends. If there was no patting of the lap, then they were enemies. Each dog had it's own whistle-tone, as well as an 'all dogs on deck' one. Secret to such an elaborate communication system? Guarding a junkyard meant that you had a lot of time, as dog or human. "This is Muttons, the youngest of the pack" said Mark to those around him. "And don't worry, he's currently not shedding" he added, more for Chris than anyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Austin Martin Age: 35 Occupation: Legal: General Repair man: owner of a small but somewhat successful shop in the suburbs. Was a former Marine marksmen, not a sniper, as he didn't have the eye for it, but a Marksmen, firing mid to short range in the thick of combat. Illegal: Fixer: Runs a highly lucrative Fixing operation out of one of the small warehouses he uses to store things for the shop. Runs guns, armor, explosives and ammunition out of the warehouse thanks to a great deal of old connections he has from his Marine days. Old friends "losing" a shipment of weapons or ammo and shunting it over to him. For that service they get a cut of his revenue from the Fixing. On and Off again Operator: Though he was discharged from the military honorably and given his walking ticket, he still retains the skills of his Marine past. Still able to handle a weapon, and is quite a decent shot still. Appearance: Standing a nice decent five foot ten inches tall. With a Thick set body, muscle under a layer of slight fat. A big bushy beard and thick mustache graces his cheeks and chin. Makes him look like a big ol' bear. He tends to wear very common clothing. Short sleeved t-shirts, with this or that logo for this or that company, show or movie. With a variety of khaki pants and shorts. A single nose piercing through his nostrils. He perpetually has a disarming smile on his face. With a slight twinkle in his eyes. Personality: Kind, warm, gentle, cuddly almost. He loves to laugh, loves to joke, always has a kind word on his lips. And speaks in a gentle way. He's continually donating money to charity, and helping the homeless. He's a paragon of his community and is so very well received among friends. This carries over atleast partially to his more illegal business. His customers are a very unique clique. Mostly mercenaries and people who don't want to go through proper channels. But even then Austin goes out of his way to be helpful and cheerful. Even going out of his way to get the really hard goods that his clients might need. History: Oh what do you say about the average guy? Austin did his time through his schooling like alot of people did. He did okay in his marks, and really didn't distinguish himself. Even when he joined the Marines he was average, didn't stand out in many ways. He was given the role of Marksman in his unit. He proved to be rather good at it. Not to distinct, he made an okay recon and spotter. And did his fair share in conflicts that his unit were sent too. He did score some kills while out there. Out beyond 400 meters usually. But never beyond 600. He left those for the snipers. When he left the military he came back to civilian land and drifted for abit. He had married during his time in the military, and had two kids. A boy and a girl. His wife and kids welcomed him home with open arms. When he went opened his shop his family was a little surprised but still happy. For about a year they were unknowing of his other business. Then his wife found out. And through her his kids. Amazingly enough they were not angry, or scared. In fact they thought it was fine that the father figure in the house had a second income. Strange people coming and going at their house sometimes. Odd shipments arriving at the store warehouse. A time or two Austin came home covered in blood. His wife instead of being scared would help him clean up. So what can you say about the average guy? It's always the quiet ones. Skills: - Small business acumen, runs his own business - Black Marketeer, has his eyes and ears on the underground market. Small time though so as not to make some people notice him. - Decent Shooter, Using marksmen rifles, assault rifles and pistols. He can hit a target in the chest at 400 meters almost everytime. Up to 600 and it's hit or miss. Gear: - HK417 Recon, the sixteen inch barrel accurized mid range rifle. Firing 7.62 rounds, usually with Armor piercing rounds. A C79 3.4x scope attached, Muzzle break and green tri-beam visible light laser sight. Carries eight clips. - Taurus "Raging" Judge revolver, 6 inch barrel, chambered in .45 colt. Simply put one hell of a side arm. Carries ten small speedloaders. - One handed beaked style war hammer. Forged cold steel with a reinforced steel handle. - Hornets Nest grenade, containing about 20 compressed hard rubber balls. Tends to carry five of these awesome little grenades. - Combat vest with combat webbing attached. Plenty room for ammo and kit. The vest has a little armoring just in case. - Ice climbing axes, and 50 meters of paracord for short quick decents off buildings. - His ride...the family minivan, or well the one that his wife hasn't tricked out for her use anyway. Other: - Vigil, yeah I saw it. Vigil...fucking Vigil! (spot the reference) - Won't take just any customer, they need to prove they aren't going to try to betray him. - His family is made up of his wife Kerri, his son Everet and his daughter Lacie. They also have a security trained doberman going by the name of Astro, who really a softie at heart, and just absolutely loves the kids.</s> <\|message\|>Kuai Liang Kuai Liang sat directly across the room from Arina, waiting with the other two to see the boss. He was dressed for the occasion, being a black turtleneck, a suit coat, and matching pants. His black leather smart shoes clacked the floor as he waited for Alexei. Kuai sighed, and grumbled, "Zhè shì wěidà de. Wǒmen de yīgè jiànzhú wù yǐjīng bèi yí wéi píngdì. Zhè míngxiǎn fàng huǎn cāozuò zài hùliánwǎng shàng wǒ de shēngyì. (This is great. One of our labs has been razed to the ground. This is slowing down my business over the Internet.)" Kuai adjusted his seating position to one engineered to make him comfortable, yet still retain his dignified posture. "Zhè yīqiè dōu guīgōng yú sānchā jǐ (This is all thanks to Trident)," he remarked, sighing.</s> <\|message\|>Mark Winters (Streak was his old nick) Mark - Junkyard Day X Mark happily whistled away, tapping his feet to a tune in his mind. Smoothly slicing away at the delicacy, knife twirling around in his hand. Behind him was a nice open fire, flames brightly dancing along with him. "Here ya go, boy!" said Mark cheerfully as he tossed a treat to his Rottweiler. The dog excitedly jumped up and down as it pounced on it's awesome treat. A human eyeball. There was a slight gurgling as the body moved. Well actually, tried to. All tendons had been severed. "Oh hush..." said Mark before he continued to whistle. "Din din boys!" shouted Mark as he pulled the plastic sheet plus body off the table and onto the floor. A number of viscious dogs poured in and chomped away at their primate buffet, tearing away at the organs. The dogs did so love buffet night. Turning on the TV, Mark leaned back and sighed as he watched soccer. The clothes had just about been burned away. On the table to his side was a healthy serving of bangers and mash and well as a nice and juicy meat burger (he had teriyaki breast last night). Well what? The buttocks were the best for this! Waste not want not. --------------- Mark - Alexei's place Next Day Mark arrived in the lobby, having recently got news of last night's fires. Trident's name had been going around recently, but frankly, Mark wasn't that impressed. Everyone here was still human. And humans die. Of course, now there was the point of how to make the dying happen. Which he supposed was the purpose of today's meeting. Seeing Arina, Chris and Kuai in the lobby, Mark gave a curt nod, though in his mind he was personally going through possible ways of bringing down Pitchforks. Yes. Pitchforks.</s>	<\|message\|>Austin Martin 2:11PM, a normal day, at a normal general repair shop, in a normal section of the suburbs A bearded man knelt beside a pair of mountain bikes. Two people dressed in biking gear standing near by. The bearded man, in khaki pants and a T-shirt with the logo of a Canadian hockey team on is is busily cranking on a ratchet, tightening a brand spanking new bolt, replacing the old one that had sheered off just outside the store moments ago. They'd been lucky he had been open and available to help them. As he's working his son peeks in from the shop, "Hey Dad? There's someone here asking for you. Says he wants to set up an appointment." Austin Martin smiles at his son Everet, "Alright champ tell them to come back here. I'll be done shortly." Just as he finished repairing the bike. A man in a trench coat and wearing a beautiful Boss of the Plains hat steps in. The two bikers handed over some money for the on the spot repair and head out. While the man nods to Austin. Austin cleans his hands then nods to the man, "Can I help you bud?" the man in the hat smiles, "Sorry for coming unannouced. But I hear tell there is someone around here who knows about some under the table deals?" Austin snorted, "Well if it's a blowjob you want. There's a brothel about ten blocks down. I'm afraid all I have here is a repair shop pal. Sorry about that." Austin offered his hand to the man to shake, a small note hidden in his palm. Later the man would read it, learning to return to the shop later after closing time. To come alone, and with a van or pickup truck. Later that night A nondescript van pulled up into the alley behind the shop. Austin waiting there in a sport coat. The man still wearing the Boss of the Plains hat getting out. And showing he's unarmed. Austin nods, then opens a warehouse just behind the shop. Pushing open the doors, and turning the lights on reveal a few rows of parts and things that need to be repaired. But beyond those masking shelves. Box upon box of various types of military equipment. Austin smiles, "So tell me bud. What do you need? Just got in a shipment of M21 marksmen rifles recently. If you're looking for something pin point accurate and quick to fire. What do you say? What's your poison?" The Next day Austin sat at the table, reading the newspaper. Listening to his family discuss their plans for the day. Everything is domestic bliss. The news of an explosion and the leveling of a building somewhere on the otherside of the city really didn't get his attention. There was other stuff on his mind. And it all felt so distant.</s>
<\|description\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Appearance: Age: 17 Year: Sixth Classes: Transfiguration Potions Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Study of Ancient Runes Care of Magical Creatures House: Gryffindor Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness. However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed. It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again. Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations. It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words. Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin. Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches. Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. \|\| Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. \|\| Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing. Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows. Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names. He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. [Think Sirius' motorcycle, just more modern in design.] A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day. Patronus: Griffin Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. [Others are open!] NPCs: His dad. Why am I awesome? 'Cause.</s> <\|message\|>Sylvester Evans As with his usual early morning routine, Sylvester woke up earlier than most Gyrffindor students and did his morning run, push ups, sit-ups, bench presses, and so forth. A healthy body did lead to a healthy mind after all, something that many students in Hogwarts should pick up on. It was always outside of the building, usually by the loch and by the end of it lead all the way back to the edge to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest by an old cottage that was there for some reason. At that point, Sylvester would take a water break and stretch his tired muscles before he lightly jogged back towards the castle to then later jog up the many changing stairways of the school towards, often gaining looks from passing students who wondered how in the world this guy could keep this up on an almost daily basis. At last he would soon arrive back at the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password." The portrait asked. "Tassel foot." The half-breed stated with a bored tone, most likely because he had to do this everyday. As the door opened for him Sylvester stepped into the common room which was still empty at this time, save for some early birds. He had grabbed some clothes; a red t-shirt with Gryffindor's crest, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black jacket with the logo of the Bulgarian quidditch team logo on it. Mr. Tibbles, his pet iguana, laid on its stomach and looked up at Sylvester lazily and then laid its head back down before deciding to take a nap as Sylvester made his way towards the prefect's bathroom. One of the benefits of being the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team is that he is allowed to use it whenever he wanted to. The blue haired boy took a relaxing bath in the large, luxurious tub and after nearly falling asleep in the pure silence and relaxing bliss he got dressed and head down to the dining hall. Well isn't she a sight for sore eyes. Genevieve, one of the beauties of Gryffindor and one of the many that he teased and flirted with when they were off the quidditch field. When it came to quidditch he was surprisingly strict and demands more than a hundred percent from them. Typically he would flirt with her, but the look on her face at the moment told him that his usual fun would meet an unsavory end. "Yo Genevieve. Who's getting married?" He asked as he sat down across from her.</s> <\|message\|>Archion Silverwood Archion tapped his feet as he was glancing at the letter he had received a moment ago, the topic being about the guest teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures class. He had been awake for several hours now and was drinking a cup of coffee, while reading the letter before deciding to throw it somewhere as he finished it. Setting his cup down, he looked at his clothes before changing in the room before leaving in some casual clothing for the class. He had put on a simple gray casual tee-shirt, along with a dark pair of pants, then finally came his dark scarlet beanie and jacket which had a black and white checkered pattern. Taking his bag and glasses on the way out before putting them on, taking his wand and pointing it to his bag, he cast a simple charm lightening his bag from all the books stored in there. Placed on the bag was another spell which allowed it to carry more that what others could think would fit in there, it was only large enough to carry his books with little extra room for anything else. Out he went and into the great hall he went, where he briefly grabbed something to munch on before sitting at his table setting down his bag before pulling out a book to read. Nobody at his table seemed interested in talking about this morning and when looking to see what he had grabbed, he discovered it was a pear along with a apple as well in his other. Fruits were good but he would need to eat later, so he pocketed the apple and would eat the pear for now. Occasionally from his book, his eyes would wander off the page and observe the other tables. It has seemed anyone he knew at the Hufflepuff table at the moment weren't here so he didn't find anyone he was interested in to talk to in the morning. Then there was the Ravenclaws, who seemed the be the busiest table at the moment and he wonder if he had been put into that house would anything be different from now? He truely wondered about it but didn't keep his mind on it as he quickly brushed over Slytherin who he didn't care much about only keeping track of the troublemakers for his own safety. Gryffindor's table, where it seemed to be the second most busiest table, who he had a neutral opinion about taking note of some people that were sitting over there before he returned to his book. With twelve classes, he spent every moment he had with a book in his hand as he was studying and reviewing material from them, while also going ahead while he had time to remove some stress when the lessons came. He was practically ahead of the majority in his classes, however having to study many subjects meant that he often forgot some small things here or there. Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts were his best classes out of the... thirteen that he had and easily caught things on during class and excelled in them easily. Dueling was another thing he like but wasn't a class but, it was still a fun pastime to do as he often practiced spells against his opponents. Then there were the other eleven classes that he needed to study for when he had the time to of course and the perfect time was now.</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve "Huh?" Genevieve looked up blankly as her Quidditch Captain, Sylvester Evans, sat down at the table. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, sliding the letter off the table and hiding it back in her robe. The blue haired half breed looked at her curious and and she sighed, hoping that he wouldn't go off his shenanigans with flirting with her off the Quidditch field. He would do that a lot. She told him, "My dad. He said that he found another woman and has been dating her for the past couple months." Some small thing inside of her snapped and she hissed, "How could he do that?! How could he do that to Mother?! How could he do that to me without telling me?!" She felt heat rush to her face and tears stung at her eyes. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her robe, playing it off with a statement of "Damn allergies." She dropped her arm back down by her side and rested her chin on the table, staring at the half eaten biscuit in front of her. She looked up at Sylvester and said, "Do you know who we're playing next in Quidditch? I was trying to remember, but I just couldn't." She dropped her eyes back from him and stared back at the biscuit. She wanted her get her mind off of this damn thing and she looked back up at Sylvester. "Do you think we could have practice some time soon as well? I think that would help me a little bit. I need to get better at avoiding Bludgers, especially on my mom's broom since it doesn't maneuver as well as the rest of your guys'." She stared back at the biscuit.</s>	<\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw As Leo gave the two-faced girl a prolonged mewl of aloof acknowledgement, Damian took a few more seconds to turn his head downwards and study her. Platinum hair, pretty face...she was Karen, someone known for being able to charm virtually any male with her good looks and angelic persona. Only, he, rather easily, saw through all the flirtiness and kindness. She was as sharp as a snake, he knew, and loved to tease others. He had met many a girl like her back at home, and dated quite a few, too. He wasn't interested in another one. Buuut, she was decent company, even though he didn't like company itself, and so he didn't try to run her away. Rather, he snorted and turned his head back to the stretching corridor. "Name's Damian. I've already told you that." He replied coolly, whistling softly as Leo had stopped to paw at another student's wooshy robes. The tiger meowed in annoyance as it trotted to catch up, and Damian smirked down at it, the tiger cub's annoyance seemingly growing at the smirk, judging by how it started to paw at Damian's Gryffindor robe. The teenager ignored it in favor of glancing, once more, at the girl beside him, as they began to get closer to breakfast. "Needed something?" As he pushed open the large double doors with one hand, Damian glanced down at Leo as it managed to somehow bite through the hem of his robe and into the tough jeans underneath. It's reaction of victory was amusing.</s>
<\|description\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Appearance: Age: 17 Year: Sixth Classes: Transfiguration Potions Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Study of Ancient Runes Care of Magical Creatures House: Gryffindor Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness. However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed. It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again. Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations. It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words. Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin. Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches. Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. \|\| Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. \|\| Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing. Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows. Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names. He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. [Think Sirius' motorcycle, just more modern in design.] A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day. Patronus: Griffin Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. [Others are open!] NPCs: His dad. Why am I awesome? 'Cause.</s> <\|message\|>Keanu "Jaden" Wade Jaden "Yeah from what I hear the teachers get scared of her too as amazing as that sounds. But I don't know her personally as I have mentioned before so I could not tell you the full story. Heck sometimes I don't even know if the rumors that go around this school have much merit some days. I mean the one time one of the prefects from one of the other houses was under the illusion that a fully grown troll was using the lavatory on the third floor during the night, to the point where she avoided the entire floor when it got even slightly dark. Naturally me and a couple other Prefects checked it out one night to lay it to rest, turns out that somehow one of the first years head moaning myrtle and thought it was a troll. Myrtle thought it was the funniest thing she ever heard... well after she got over the fact the someone thought she was a troll." Jaden drew his attention away from Mary when he heard the screech of an owl, flying through the door his owl Tarim suddenly appeared holding a small envelope from site. Jaden found this curious, mail was usually delivered during lunch time on a normal day so why was he getting a letter this early in the day? As Tarim dropped down he dive bombed like a bird possessed right through a group of first years, they yelled in surprise as a bowl of cereal flew all over the table. Tarim always did that to the other students, Jaden shook his head as Tarim released the letter in front of him, with a screech the owl disappeared shortly after as Jaden picked up the letter, the envelope was blank on both sides, turning it over there was an wax seal keeping it closed. Jaden quickly opened the parcel as he removed the folded sheet of paper and opened it. There was but one line on the paper, but it was enough to catch Jaden's air in his throat as he slowly looked up. Jaden swallowed a little hard as he looked around silently, no one seemed to be paying him any particular heed, his delivery only drawing a couple gazes to begin with. Folding the piece of paper back up he quickly stuck it in his inner robe pocket with his journal and stood up casually, but a little too casually if anyone cared to notice. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it." Jaden was a tad hasty as he fully removed himself from the table and walked a bit quickly out of the main hall disappearing around the side of the door out of sight.</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Ford (Half-blood) Patrick Ford Patrick knew that he didn't have the best tendencies for waking up in the morning. It wasn't always that he stayed up late either; even if that was something that happened very regularly. He'd be reviewing Quidditch games in his head or going through every word on his parchment to make sure it was as good as it could be before he submitted it. He knew that he perhaps didn't have the natural intellectual tendencies of his house and that he probably studied like a Ravenclaw but he had to work much harder for it. He just imagined that a Ravenclaw could pick it up before someone could even swish their wand. He polished off the rest of his toast and bacon, brushing his hands down quickly on his robes before he paid her his full attention. when Genevieve turned, he followed her gaze and nodded a little. He knew both of them of course, given that they played matches and had lessons and all that other stuff. It wasn't hard to get to know the other people who played Quidditch because there was always some various tussle over who had booked the pitch or who had pulled the best moves at a game. It was a passion and a sport that many people followed. "Isn't that what he does?" Patrick asked as he gestured toward Darius. "I've played you guys multiple times and watched all the matches and he always seems to be somewhere else. Not that he's bad at it but I'm sure he has it covered. Besides," He grinned widely and ran a hand back through his hair. "How can you be sure I won't repeat history and send the bludger your way?" Then he paused and looked at her face. Something was a little obscure this morning but he couldn't put his finger on it and it wasn't his place to pry. He was a very nice and compassionate guy but he could be a bit behind on the whole emotion thing. Not dense but not wanting to assume. "I think I'll pass, I don't want to intrude and I know we've played you already but…it's your training session so…" He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then picked up a pancake, tore it in half and offered a chunk to her. "Besides, got to do some work. You know how it is. But, doesn't mean I don't wanna see you because I can't seem to shake you," He joked.</s> <\|message\|>Mary Winthrop Undertaker Mary Winthrop Mary nodded a bit meekly at Jaden's request for information about Karen. He knew enough to know that Mary avoided Karen as much as possible, and Mary certainly wasn't going to antagonize Karen. She did however think his story about the troll in the bathroom was hilarious. She hadn't heard about that. When Tarim showed up Mary offered him a bit of bread, but he was off and gone before she had gotten the bread ready. She didn't notice Jaden's discomfort at the note. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it." "I'll do my best." Mary smiled and waved goodbye. She sat alone for a moment before Emma plopped down next to her. "Oh Merlin's beard I've been looking for you." Emma spoke excitedly and fast. "I went to the library before breakfast and found this." She held up a thin black book. "Uh, all right?" Mary looked at her confused. "It was the only book I could find that actually talked about the rune I found last week, and get this the tiniest mention is almost an afterthought." Emma opened the book to the page. She continued babbling about the rune, until Mad returned from talking to Sylvester.</s>	<\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and staring across the table at the girl. Leo leaped onto the dinner table, and Damian's eyebrow twitched slightly as the over-sized lion cub nailed a piece of bacon on it's claws and 'nimbly' leaped over the plate, only to fall face-first into a third year's food. "Exercise and a hot shower." He said simply, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. Leo tried to move out of the way, but the Seeker's hands were too fast, even for most adult players. In a blur, the lion's bacon was in the ear, and Damian snapped it up with a quick jab, brutally biting into the morsel of food and glancing around, just to see a flash of Nick go towards another crowd. "That idiot." Damian grumbled, grabbing a vine of grapes from the fruit platter. Around a dozen on his calloused palm, he began flicking them towards Nick's face, each one meeting their mark with wet 'squelches' on the boy's forehead.</s>
<\|description\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall. Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78 Age: 15.7 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: - Charms - Defense Against the Dark Arts - Herbology - Arithmancy - Astronomy - Alchemy - Potions - Divination - Transfiguration Short bio: Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared. The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married. When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle. As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry. Personality: Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way. However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others' emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual's weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people. Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing. She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use. Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin. She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc. Her personality greatly resembles her fathers. Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh. Patronus: An Axolotl Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people. Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic? Personal possessions: A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect. Relationships: A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses. Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional. NPCs: * Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll. * Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway. * The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Devin looked up the stairway as it swung around to face the east side of the tower. It is almost like the school has a vendetta against people figuring out how to navigate its halls he thought after getting off the stairs. It has been several weeks since the young professor had arrived at Hogwarts and he had yet to master the grounds beyond his classroom and outdoor areas. He knew the Forbidden Forest better than he did Hogwarts. He had a suspicion that students had been ordered by their house heads to follow help him around in hopes that he would award points to those that assisted him. The plan had worked as he already had awarded more than 20 points while getting lost. Thankfully when he turned the corner he saw that he was standing in front of the Transfiguration classroom which had its door slightly open. "Excellent!" He said with a happy tone. @ScarlettWaters16 "What is that Professor Coal?" A stern voice echoed. The voice cut through the light hum of students moving about the tower and its owner needed little introduction. Wearing a brilliant black and green robe, with a hat an equal match to the upright posture, the Headmistress stood in the middle of the corridor that Devin had just walked past. How she got the jump on him Devin never could figure out, but he chalked it up to her knowing the school better than anyone. He felt a slight prick run along his spine almost like he was in a jungle with a very powerful cat. "Headmistress, it is good to see you. I hope you are well?" He said with a bright smile. He enjoyed the Headmistress. She was clever as they came and wasn't really interested in nonsense. "I was just looking for the Transfiguration classroom. Seems I am starting to get the hang of this school. What can I do for you today?" Being someone who enjoys a fair bit of nonsense meant Devin had his friction with the Headmistress, but really it was just their alternate personalities. She seemed to hold his opinion high enough that if Devin explained himself the Headmistress would usually side with him. The problem of course was Devin rarely explained himself. It was mostly out of laziness and not an act against the system. "A Leviathan?" The Headmistress said in a very curt tone. "A Leviathan. Professor Coal this is completely out of the question." She said while walking over to the Magical Creature professor. They were now only five or so feet from Professor Terrabeth's classroom. "I mean really I had my reservations about having you take students into the Forbidden Forest, but now you want to take them out to see a Leviathan?" "Well the students have finished their advanced aquatic beast's readings. Seems only fair to show the reality of what they have been reading." Devin said with a smile. He knew this was because the letter he sent in a request for a field trip to the Arctic Ocean to see one of the last remaining adult leviathans in Europe. For monster watchers it was a spectacular event and Devin felt it would be an amazing opportunity since it was going to happen closer to Scotland than it had ever in the past. From the tone the Headmistress was using it was quickly looking like it wasn't going to happen. "Do you have any idea how dangerous those beasts are? And you want to put them on a boat and just shove off towards the beast famous for devouring ships whole?" The Headmistress seemed angry when she asked this, but Devin knew the Headmistress long enough enough to know she wasn't actually upset so much as very reserved. More than likely seeing his request as dangerous just made him think it best to pull the young professor back a little. "I am aware. That is why we wouldn't be in the boats. We can leave that to the thrill seekers. I have it on good source that the leviathan's path will stretch along the north coast of Ireland and Scotland. There will also be several of my friends from multiple Monster Regulation and Protection NGO's in attendance. I have no interest in endangering the students. Only enrich their understanding of the animals they share this world with." Devin purposefully used some key words as well as used a warmer than normal tone. The Headmistress seemed to soften after Devin explained the students wouldn't be on a boat. Still she wasn't completely sold. "I will talk to some of the house heads, but you are not going to just take any student who completed the course. Each student will have to get another permission slip signed and I don't want to even think about what we might need from the ministry." She then started to leave. Saying a quick goodbye Devin turned back to head over to the Transfiguration classroom. "Professor Coal I believe you have a class starting in ten minutes…" The Headmistress said in what could only be described as an educator's voice. There was a silence that again gave Devin a short prick. He could tell he was glancing at Devin with a knowing gaze. "Of course Headmistress . Just checking on the animals in Professor Terrabeth's room. You know how the cleanup can cause the house elves trouble." Devin than made a quick exit before the Headmistress could give a more direct order to get ready for his morning class. He opened the door into the Transfiguration classroom and walked in with a bright smile like a boy who had just left a store after buying a brand new toy. "I have tracked lions across the Savannah and shadow caps in the dead of night and none of them compare to the Headmistress." He smiled even more as some of the students who had heard the conversation in the hall gave a little laugh. Looking around the classroom Devin saw the normal amount of cats, dogs, birds, and other creatures that used to know only how to be a pencil, cup, book, or other object. Slowly the animals started to move over towards Devin. Since as long as he can remember he had always had a way with animals that seemed to draw them towards him. It was what made him want to pursue a career involving them. Giving a cat a nice scratch on the head earned a purr and a bark from a dog got Devin to lean over and give it a pet as well. "Hey Terra. I heard the students in my class yesterday say there was going to be a visit to Hogsmeade in a couple of days. Thought you might want to make a date out of it and enjoy the village together?"</s> <\|message\|>Sylvester Evans To say that Genevieve took the news well would've been an obvious lie. Every inch of her face was etched with rage, hurt, and sadness that she kept trying to hold back in vain as she had her little outburst followed by trails of tears that she tried to playoff as allergies. It wasn't exactly the best exact moment to be his usual self so he decided to keep it to himself and let her vent out until she felt better. Still he couldn't exactly blamer her. All of these years it was just her and her father so for her dad to bring in a new woman into her life was a staggering blow for her. It wasn't like he could blame her father; a man does get lonely after all. But two months? Where the hell was the rush? How could her father not at least consider his own daughter's feelings at all? He didn't even introduce his own fiance to his own flesh and blood for crying out loud. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed a cup filled with coffee and filled his plate with stacks of various foods to satiate his intense hunger from exercising. "Next game we're playing against Ravenclaw. Tch, I swear, next practice we're going to train so fucking hard that we'll be bleeding from our pours." Sylvester growled, glaring down at the stack of food on his plate. He could not forgive himself for letting his team get defeated in the first game of the year! He was the captain and when his team failed then that means he had failed as both a player and a captain. Failure was not an option! He will improve his team so that one day they would never have to taste the unappetizing flavor of defeat. Her question finally broke him from his thoughts. "I'll see what I can do. It's not going to be easy rescheduling the reservation for the entire field, but I'm sure that I can make it work. If you need help I'll gladly make some time to help you outside of the field." He smiled at her and sipped his coffee, his face scrunched up from the bitterness. "Needs cream." With a flick of his wand, the container that held the cream flew to his hand and he poured a little bit in. "Since your broom can't keep up like the rest of ours can we'll need to work on your reflexes and hand eye coordination to make up for your lack of maneuverability. If we work on your reflexes than everything else should come naturally to you." He picked up his knife and form and began to dig into a stack of pancakes.</s>	<\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen laughed lightly, taking small graceful steps yet somehow keeping pace with Damian. "Do I need a reason to talk to someone?" answered Karen. The blonde took a large stride and placed herself ahead of Damian, a relaxed smirk on her face. "Well, I suppose my reason to talk with you would be to socialize, however talking is an act of socializing in itself; if we were to get pedantic, then my I suppose what I needed from you was someone to chat idly with. Nothing wrong with that, I hope?" Then again, perhaps Damian did not make for good company if one wanted to talk. Karen, ever the perceptive girl that she was, felt that he was only ever relaxed when he was working by himself or otherwise with that friend of his; Nick, was it? Damian had a rather rough personality, in Karen's opinion, but it also felt like that roughness was a front - an image to hide behind. To Karen, he was one of the many people that hid something behind a personality. In most cases, that something was usually pain. "Oh well, no matter. Things will come at their own pace, so for now, I will simply talk to him." Karen did a little turn and faced Damian, peering up at him with that light smile still on her face. "So now that I have stated my reason for my approaching of you, allow me to ask again, if you will allow me to repeat myself: How goes your morning?"</s>
<\|description\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall. Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78 Age: 15.7 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: - Charms - Defense Against the Dark Arts - Herbology - Arithmancy - Astronomy - Alchemy - Potions - Divination - Transfiguration Short bio: Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared. The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married. When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle. As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry. Personality: Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way. However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others' emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual's weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people. Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing. She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use. Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin. She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc. Her personality greatly resembles her fathers. Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh. Patronus: An Axolotl Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people. Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic? Personal possessions: A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect. Relationships: A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses. Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional. NPCs: * Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll. * Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway. * The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed.</s> <\|message\|>Darius Di' Stefano Darius shrugged, sipped on his pumpkin juice after being basically pushed back down into a sitting position. "You and your spars. It is as if some demon from afar raised you and imparted some of its bloodthristy nature upon you..." He chuckled and scanned the great hall quickly. Seems like all of the houses had some sort of representation there. There was the captain of Hufflepuff's team, captain of Ravenclaw's team, and several members of Slytherin's team as well. It was as if the inter-house showdown is about to happen that afternoon or something... "Seeker? Isn't Ian our regular seeker? Why would you have dual-seekers...Come on Cap. I've only been away a few short weeks and you're Old Man's disease seems to have gotten worst..."Darius chuckled once again, digging at his captain verbally. Thats how they acted around each other. Verbal jousting. However, things were different if they were on the Quidditch pitch. Darius would gladly take a bludger for his captain and he assumed the same from the rest of his team while their captain would do the same for any one of them as well. On the field, they were brothers and sisters, striving for the same goal. Off it, they were some of the best friends, having gone through trials and tribulations together. "Oh no. I made sure I got all the material before I left on the trip and I kept up with it, sending owls back and forth with the professors while I was away. My studies are fine, as usual.." He let out a nervous chuckles. What he had said was not a lie, but it was not entirely true either. Sure, his grades remained largely the same, but one is bound to fall behind some if they had to be away from school for a few weeks...</s> <\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver Batch @Dahlia Hawthorne Those that know Mimi know that to be around her is to expect a harsh discussion. Oliver never fully understood the reason for her standoffish nature or brash tone of voice, but he had never seen it as any different than peoples fake friendly ways that ran rampant through the halls of the school. You always knew where you stood with Mimi, and if you didn't for some reason she would make it crystal clear if you any hesitation. "Any interest in grabbing some time in the library this afternoon after the match? Should be pretty free since everyone else is either wallowing in defeat, partying because of victory, or more likely heading into Hogsmeade to ignore the game?" Oliver's tone was very casual. Almost like he was more thinking aloud rather than actually asking a question. Looking around the great hall he saw plenty of the usual suspects. The large number of sixth years was a nifty counter to the small number of 7th years. Perhaps their year was more academic or for whatever reason just wanted to extend their time at Hogwarts a few more years. Oliver had assumed it was the second option since so many of them were on their houses quidditch teams. Oliver had joined the team for one year, but stepped down since he was leaving on another study abroad the next year. Since then he had enjoyed the games as a spectator. The love of competition was more that drove his interest rather than invested in the actual specifics of the sport. "Wait isn't it your house playing today? Or am I mistaken?" Olive was now actually asking Mimi a question. One he knew she would know considering her fandom of the sport.</s> <\|message\|>Aella Arcane Aella stood straightening out her clothing and shooing Nos back into hiding then walked down the aisle between the tables. She couldn't help over hearing the others chatting about Quidditch a subject that she found tiring. It was a sport that seemed to consume their every moment and thought of her fellow students and for the life of her Aella never understood. She could handle a broom as well as most students and loved to fly in and out of the open windows of the Manor and flying in the rafters of the great hall to annoy her parents. Quidditch though seemed a pointless game because it revolved around the seekers yet they called it a team sport, once the snitch was caught the game was done. No, not a sport like football or even rugby two muggle sports she'd actually watched while in London last summer while dating Lance the muggle boy that made her parents seethe with anger. Remembering Lance made Aella smile and not because she cared for him for she never did but for how his presence had made her mother forget her spiders and storm into her room. She giggled as she remembered her mother's red face turning ashen white when one of her Orb spiders had dropped from the ceiling before her. Before she left her mother had used the parental lash of grounding Aella till school began which was a futile gesture because she never left her rooms at home all that often. Once outside the great hall and away from all the Quidditch talk Aella walked out into the courtyard then out across the bridge. She was headed to Hogsmead to do a bit of shopping and observing of her peers.</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill Nick Hornhill Ever since Darius opened his big mouth, the only thing Nick wanted to do is Stupefy him to death. Fortunately, the breakfast was delightful, and his tummy still rumbling, so he busied himself with his bread and bacon instead. Although confident with their current standing against their next opponent, Nick felt a bit bothered. "Yeah well, Ravenclaws are known for their well coordinated offense, they can sneak through even in the thickest defense of the opposing team. They're not even quick with their brooms, they just simply distract and then attack. Although strong, they are extremely weak with defense. You can be sure a few bludgers coming their way, it'll send them scampering about the field." Nick paused to swallow his food, "But the real threat is their Seeker, that Wade dude. Keen eyes, quick, and he's got a bunch of tricks under his sleeves. We should definitely watch out for him." Of course Nick can watch their hoops. He has given the Slytherins a hard time making points the last time, or at least before they catch the Snitch. He can definitely do it again. He's been pushing himself every practice, and he'll be prepared. But if Ian could catch the Snitch before Wade, so much the better. And then 'plop'. "What the -" Nick almost jumped out of his seat. Something wet and soft hit his forehead, once, twice, all hitting the same spot. The fruits plopped noisy down to his lap. Annoyed, Nick scanned the crowd for the culprit, and then he saw him, seated with a blonde girl, a grin etched on his face. "Damn you, Ian!" Nick muttered under his breath. Nick stood, fished his wand inside his bag, and then raise it above his head so Ian can see. He swished it once, flicked it twice in front of him, and then he traced a perfect circle in the air. Although he didnt say the right incantation (not that he knows it), he heard a few gasp, sniggers, and disapproving tuts around him. The gesture was meant to be rude. It was used to cast a certain insignia of some dark wizard once, some dude called Lord Moldybert, or something, Nick couldnt remember. But most people use the gesture now to insult someone, the equivalent of the muggle middle finger gesture. Nick knew that it would amuse Ian more than making him feel insulted. Pleased with himself, Nick sat down again, then started to attack his last piece of egg and bacon. @KillBox@hatakekuro</s> <\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian fought the heavy urge to facepalm at Nick's blatant show of disrespect and rudeness. Lord Voldermort killed families and children, and yet the buffoon just made the gesture that showed him to be a part of the man's long-dead conquest. It was much like the muggle middle-finger - something Damian himself used an almost obscene amount - and so, he responded with a brief middle-finger himself, before glancing once more, over to the blonde female sitting beside him. "Sorry for wasting magical food." He grumbled, taking out his wand and muttering something, with a brief flick towards his fork. It promptly turned into a green, plump apple, which the Quidditch Seeker grabbed and took a massive chunk out of. After a second of chewing, he swallowed deeply and turned his eyes towards Leo. The lion stared back at it's owner, and after a minor stare-down, Damian smirked and ruffled it's fur. "Why are you sitting by me?" It wasn't meant to sound rude; it was just stone-blunt and to the point. Damian was usually sought after by some girls due to his unconscious 'bad-boy, bad-ass' persona, but it was weird for a girl he KNEW to not romantically like him, hang around him for so long. Weird and new.</s>	<\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen had an amused look on her face as she watched the exchange between Nick and Damian, as well as nodding in approval after he apologized for the food. She took a moment to have a few bites of her meal before responding to his question. "Why does anyone sit with someone? Do I need to have a reason?" she said with a light smile. "Well, I suppose I can say for your peace of mind that I am bored, and I think that you're an interesting person to be around; as always, my assumption was correct." As she said this, she pointed to Nick, then to the Dark Mark still hanging in the air. "Speaking of which, does your friend not know what that symbol means?" she wondered. Some time has passed since the dark times where Voldemort ran loose, but they weren't so far away that they could be considered ancient history. The scars from the war were still healing, and even if the new generation did not know of the fear Voldemort produced, they should still know better than to invoke his mark in the presence of people who did - like the teachers. "I can't imagine that the teachers are going to like that very much," she said, mildly amused.</s>
<\|description\|>Genevieve Braveheart Appearance: Age: 16 Year: 6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: NEWT Levels * Charms * Defense Against The Dark Arts * Transfiguration * Potions * Runes Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn't know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out. That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts. Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness. Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn't really like large crowds. She doesn't talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability. Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…) Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do. Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought. Relationships: Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him. NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :) Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle Appearance: Age: 28 Position: Transfiguration Teacher House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house. Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent. Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster's or headmistress's back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers. Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches Patronus: Fox Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while. Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been. Relationships: N/A NPCs: Critter, Verona</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker Stein "The Reader" Walking to the breakfast , he noticed a picture of the quidditch team of Ravenclaw,he saw few people , the only person he recognized was Jaden the Ravenclaw prefect , he had some conversations with him about some book Stein was searching or someone making him a prank,he saw him near and aproching to him, because of he was very excited and didnt want to wait he asked him about the captain almost shouting. -Hello Jaden!,are you still part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and if you are where is the captain because i want to enter the team .</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle. Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast. "Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now." Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway. Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?" Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub. "Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?" Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.</s> <\|message\|>Felicia "Fel" Mera Felicia Felicia had been awake for a short while now. She was already dressed and ready before she needed to be. It had grown into a habit over the last year and a half as a result of the tattoo. Felicia did love her tattoo, but it just wasn't normal for a girl so young to have such a large tattoo. So Felicia got up earlier than most normal twelve year olds would. Lero sat on her lap, looking up at her with his large green eyes. Felicia stroked his fluffy black fur, looking at the fire in front of her, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Parum Parum scooped up Geminus and held him close to her. She was sitting on her bed. She was ready to go to breakfast, but she just hadn't motivated herself to do so. Geminus mewled, and Parum grabbed a little bottle and began to feed her newborn kitten. She worried slightly about Geminus, about how long his life would be, born with two faces. She dismissed her thought and stood up. She left the room she was in and began to walk towards the great hall for breakfast, still holding and feeding Geminus.</s>	<\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve BraveheartShe crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door. She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast. Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack. Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read. My dearest child, I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always? Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading. Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it. Please respond as soon as you are able. Much love, Daddy The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother. "He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here.</s>
<\|description\|>Oliver Batch Age: 16 House: Ravenclaw Year: 7th Classes Defense Against the Dark Arts Alchemy Care of Magical Creatures Transfiguration Potions History of Magic Short Bio Born to a warlock father and muggle mother Oliver has always had one foot in each worlds. His parents are both very proud of their heritage and at times would argue that the other was dragging Oliver too deep into the other ones world. Thankfully for them he had quickly fallen in love with both and has since made large steps towards remaining connected to both worlds. At a young age Oliver was told he could select which education program he would want to persue. Instead of picking he studied hard and after some labor found success in both muggle summer programs and Hogwarts. His success in both allowed him the open to study abroad making it possible for him to study at a muggle language program in Rome while at the same time Oliver was accepted into an accelerated Alchemy course within the Vatican. Since then he has found his interests moving from one study to the next. With him now in his 7th year Oliver promised his parents that he would remain at home after returning from a program study in South Africa. Returning to Hogwarts as a 7th year he is somewhat nervous; however, with his confidence he isn't worried about meeting old people as he is interested in meeting new people. He is also the Head Boy for Ravenclaw giving him a heightened responsibility. Personality Oliver is enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests him. Has great people skills. Driven with a need to live life in accordance with his inner values. Easily excited by new ideas, but often bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities. Wand: Red Oak, 15"; Dragon Whisker Core Patronus: Bird of Paradise Hobbies: Travel - Hiking - Languages Pets: With permission from the school Devin was allowed to bring his pet dog Alpha. An Alaskan Husky Personal Possessions: Standard student trunk along with nic-nacs from his travels. Relationships</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker Stein "The Reader" Walking to the breakfast , he noticed a picture of the quidditch team of Ravenclaw,he saw few people , the only person he recognized was Jaden the Ravenclaw prefect , he had some conversations with him about some book Stein was searching or someone making him a prank,he saw him near and aproching to him, because of he was very excited and didnt want to wait he asked him about the captain almost shouting. -Hello Jaden!,are you still part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and if you are where is the captain because i want to enter the team .</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle. Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast. "Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now." Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway. Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?" Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub. "Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?" Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.</s> <\|message\|>Felicia "Fel" Mera Felicia Felicia had been awake for a short while now. She was already dressed and ready before she needed to be. It had grown into a habit over the last year and a half as a result of the tattoo. Felicia did love her tattoo, but it just wasn't normal for a girl so young to have such a large tattoo. So Felicia got up earlier than most normal twelve year olds would. Lero sat on her lap, looking up at her with his large green eyes. Felicia stroked his fluffy black fur, looking at the fire in front of her, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Parum Parum scooped up Geminus and held him close to her. She was sitting on her bed. She was ready to go to breakfast, but she just hadn't motivated herself to do so. Geminus mewled, and Parum grabbed a little bottle and began to feed her newborn kitten. She worried slightly about Geminus, about how long his life would be, born with two faces. She dismissed her thought and stood up. She left the room she was in and began to walk towards the great hall for breakfast, still holding and feeding Geminus.</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve BraveheartShe crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door. She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast. Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack. Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read. My dearest child, I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always? Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading. Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it. Please respond as soon as you are able. Much love, Daddy The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother. "He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here.</s>	<\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach. The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy. Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes.</s>
<\|description\|>David Windstrider David is taking Transfiguration, Defence, Charms, Alchemy, Ancient Runes and Potions. Appearance: Pale skinned, 6'1", 170 pounds, not skinny but not buff either, usually wears his House Robe with blue threads stitched alongside the green ones in a helix. Has black, straight, medium length hair and intensely green eyes. His ears are slightly pointed. Age: 16 Year: 6th House: Slytherin Short bio: David, as a pureblood, has grown in relative luxury and was able to train in the wizarding ways from an early age. While not strictly speaking ancient and not particularly influential politically, the Windstrider house is perhaps one of the most wealthy, thanks to some strategic marriages with Gringotts directors. Many members of house Windstrider are thus partially goblin in ancestry, David himself being 1/8th that. This allows for some uses of wandless magic, completely wandless for very simple charms and only needing the wand in hand without waving it for medium ones. David has always been interested in battle magic/defense against the dark arts, due to his natural advantage, and is often seen duelling when the opportunity presents itself. Also, through his extensive studies, he was recognized as one of the masters of Transmutation, recognition which singlehandedly won him the role of Perfect in his fifth year. Personality: David is extremely open minded. Some might say even too open minded. He sees nothing as taboo, and can often be heard making such outrageous suggestions like incorporating muggle technology in the Floo system, tracking squib populations for genetic patterns, and even unbanning Crucio. In general, he is an aggressively opportunistic, perfectionist and power-hungry person that always looks for avenues to increase his knowledge, spell mastery, or the wealth of his family. In first year, the sorting hat told him he would fit equally well in ravenclaw and slytherin, and he went for the latter only because it was strategically better for the purpose of maybe collecting underlings. Wand: cherry, 12 inches, phoenix feather Hobbies: David loves wizarding duels and has been training and participating in competitions since first year. He is also a specialist Transmuter, with a level of knowledge almost on par with the teachers. Also, as a Windstrider, he is well versed in the science of economy, having studied both the works of great goblin analysts and muggles. His personal heroes are Milton Friedman and Merlin, the first for his keen understanding of how wealth is generated, and the second for his initiative to command and order the wizarding world. Pets: David has an owl named Celeste, who, because of the many transmuting experiments David put it through, is permanently glittering. Personal possessions: Extradimensional chest (it's bigger on the inside), all books required for 6th and 7th year, several pairs of robes for special ocasions, a couple books on Muggle economy, advanced math, and game theory, and tons of galleons. Literally. Patronus: David's patronus is a chimpanzee. Relationships: N/A NPCs: David's best friend Charles Johnson is a 6th year Ravenclaw muggleborn. David values him for his unwavering loyalty and vast memory. A walking encyclopaedia, David often bounces ideas off him in his researches and while studying for exams. The Slytherin David hangs around with started out being condescending of Charles and not giving him much credit, but David called them idiots and let Charles prove himself by aceing every single class and exam. The two boys are oftentimes seen together. WIP Name: Frederique Dagen Appearance: Average height bald male teacher. Wears green robes embroidered with golden runes randomly distributed on the sleeves. Age: 40 Short bio: Dagen is a French wizard that used to work at Beauxbatons as a runes lecturer, and moved to Hogwarts after a place opened up for himself. Runic archaeology was richer and more diverse in Britain, and Dagen was always more an explorer at heart than a teacher. He quickly got along with the Hogwarts crowd, especially getting attached to the inquisitive Ravenclaw. Personality: Dagen is not the most formal man on the planet. He often talks to his students as peers and does as much as he can to make them enjoy the stuff he teaches as much as he does. He rarely subtracts points for someone's disobedience or absenteeing, but is known to give out very difficult test papers. While teaching, he exudes an aura of joy, empowered every time he grabs hold of a "new" ancient manuscript or recipe to present. Wand: Fir, dragon heartstring core, stiff, 11 inches Patronus: lemur</s> <\|message\|>Oliver Batch Oliver Batch Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach. The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy. Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Claudius Magnunt Mimi Mimi grumbled and rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to get up yet, that was for damn sure. With a mumble and a sigh however, she lifted herself up onto her feet, and stretched. "Ugh..." She said, quickly and lazily getting herself dressed in her student's robes. The things were too baggy for her tastes, if she could wear a simple t-shirt and jeans she sure as hell would. But of all things, she had to stay in school. If she got kicked out, that would be no more Quidditch, AND she'd have to go home as well. She stumbled out of Syltherin common room, ignoring or glaring at anyone who was in her way. When she got to the great hall, of course there were people everywhere, scrambling to eat. Mimi walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down. She still wasn't fully awake, so she was even more irritable than usual. She grabbed food and began to eat. Claudius Claudius sat merrily at his table in the great hall, stirring his breakfast around with a spoon, staring off into the ceiling. It was quite a nice ceiling, though he couldn't exactly place why they needed to have candles floating around. Surely they'd provide more light at ground level? Granted, there were candles at ground level. Then why do they have them in the sky? Do the ghosts eat up there? It didn't seem very likely, but then again, it could be likely. He was excited to begin teaching a class full of students, ready and willing to learn about the stars and the galaxy. He felt he would get along with a lot of these students. He thought a lot. He continued to think about the usefulness and purposefulness of the candles.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Devin Coal After the sun made its morning appearance the entire forest was bathed in a delightful yellow and orange tone. For the past two weeks Devin had been getting up early to track a small herd of Sunrise Deer a rare breed of cervidae who constantly glow with the same color and brilliance of the sun which makes for a beautiful sight, but can be difficult since they are easily found by predators. It is only during the hour before and after sunrise the glow they exude is unnoticeable to the naked eye making it the safest time for them to graze. Every morning Devin had gotten up and, using a broom, flown into the Forbidden Forest to see what was causing the herds of Sunrise Deer to venture further and further away from the school grounds. Normally the grounds were a safe place for these gentle creatures and they understood this. The only thing that would normally scare an herbivore away from a prized food source would be a dangerous predator; however, after some extensive field time Devin had yet to find any alarming threat to the herd. Devin had been considering the idea of bringing some of his 6th and 7th year students on a field trip to visit the herd, but at this point they were deep enough in the Forbidden Forest that even his laid back style of parenting wouldn't allow it. Taking a few photos of the herd and mounting his brook Devin took a final look around the forest and then kicked off the ground and flew into their air. While flying back to the school grounds Devin thought about stopping by and saying hello to the centaurs in the forest. He had quickly become good friends with the tribe that called the forest home. He saw a small line of smoke coming up from the north side of the school grounds. That meant the gamekeeper was making his morning fire to boil water for tea. Time wasn't completely on his side so he forgo the centaur visit and flew back to Hogwarts. Returning a few minutes later Devin looked around the great hall for one of his fellow Professors. His eyes were very much looking for something and while he didn't see it several people around him were certain of what he was looking for. "Professor..." A student said before stopping. "I believe I saw @ScarlettWaters16 Professor Carlyle earlier in the main hallway." It was no secret that Devin seemed to be keen on Professor Carlyle considering he had asked her out at the opening ceremony when the students were excused. Devin hadn't done it in the most public fashion, but several students had heard him ask about her plans for the weekend and rumors have started from less. It also didn't help that he came into her classroom at one point and asked the same question in front of the class. Devin wasn't embarrassed by his actions. He saw them as perfectly normal. He found her smart and pretty and was interested in getting to know her better. His friends back home had always said he was far too nonchalant when socializing with woman, but he just felt that his way avoided any sort of confusion. Thanking the student and making his way to the main hall Devin figured Terra had been making her way to her classroom as classes started in less than 30 minutes. With a brisk pip in his step he made his way towards the Transfiguration classroom.</s>	<\|message\|>David Windstrider Mid term was most definitely not fun for a prefect. Lots of first and second years, pampered to the extreme and displaying that typical, involuntary egocentricity that only fades with age, were returning from their winter holidays, and David, as a prefect, had to put up with their endless supply for both energy and bad ideas. It was even worse for Slytherin youngsters, as their arrogance was simply nauseating, and you didn't know how it could get "political" if you subtracted points for transgression. All in all, it wasn't a happy time. Up until 4 am, David had been patrolling the corridors for two second years that were up to no good. He eventually somehow ended up with even more work on his hands, as that number rose from two, to five, to ten. In the end, he did manage to catch them all, give the non-slytherin a good scare that would make them remember him for the rest of their lives, and gave the former essays to write on motivations for the existence of rules as glue to a society. At 4 am, David realized all the chasing around and ranting had kicked the tiredness out of him, and proceeded to pester Charles into waking up in the middle of the night and helping him at his new project - stretching his ability to wandlessly cast random charms. Entering the great hall for breakfast, the two boys looked more like ghouls than living, breathing teenage boys. Separating to join their respective houses, David slumped into a seat and started filling up a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, the usual snark was going about around him about his friendship with Charles. Normally, he'd just retort snarkily back, but the last sleepless night had broken his nerve sufficiently that he had little interest in... anything, really. Taking a sip of the coffee, David straightened his back ever so slightly, eyes closed, concentrating on a simple heating charm he could cast wandlessly with moderate success on the beverage. That should make him feel relatively better in 15 minutes or so.</s>
<\|description\|>Darius Di' Stefano "Why am I so amazing? Because I'm West Philadelphia born and raised, in the playground is where I play most of my games..." Appearance: 5'8", athletic build, olive-colored skin, black of hair, medium length and usually kept in a ponytail. Age:16 Year:6th House: Gryffindor Classes taken: Defense Against the Dark Arts Transfiguration Potions Charms Astrology Short bio: Darius was born in Italy to magical parents. His father was an auror and his mother was a potions master, giving him talents in both areas. As he was growing up, his parents taught him how to embrace his talents and how to live in a muggle world where people were not likely to understand him and his talents. When he became of age, he was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Going through Platform 9-3/4 was nothing new to him. As he waltzed through the mythical gate, he knew he was ready to embrace the world he was born for. Personality: Darius is playful but not overly mischievous. He is rather confident in himself and can come off to those that do not know him as arrogant. He is polite to his seniors and caring for his juniors. Brave, yet not foolhardy. Strict with himself yet lenient with others. Wand: Cypress, with a unicorn tail hair core Patronus: A dog (Beagle) Hobbies:He play Quidditch for Gryffindor. His main role is a chaser but he can be employed as a beater or the makeshift seeker if needed. Pets: A polar bear cub. Pure white in color and weighing about 200 lbs. Personal possessions: An Yajirushi, imported directly from Japan after the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. He uses this as his day-to-day broom. Small pendent, encrusted with one sapphire. An iPod, charged via magic and a set of headphones to go with it, muggle clothing, more shoes than he should really have, some hats in order to blend in in the muggle world, and the usual student possessions. Relationships: To be made in game</s> <\|message\|>Genevieve Braveheart Genevieve Genevieve just nodded as Sylvester began talking, still staring at her biscuit. She then looked up at him when he offered to take her out on the field to practice and smiled. "I think that would work great!" she said enthusiastically. Quidditch was the one thing she needed to get her mind off of what was going on. She felt a little better, so she leaned back in her seat and picked up her biscuit again, taking another bite out of it. She didn't really pick up anything else because, well, she didn't need a lot to keep her going. She glanced around, looking for Patrick's familiar face yet and she noticed her was over near the Hufflepuff table, munching on some toast. Her smile widened and she looked at Sylvester. "Excuse me for a minute." She stood up and carefully walked over to him, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once she reached him, she stuck her hands over his eyes. She had to stand up on her tip-toes because he was a lot taller than she was. "Guess who?" she said with a small laugh. "You decided to sleep in this morning didn't cha?" She did not withdraw her hands from over his eyes and would not until he guessed, even though she already knew that he knew who it was. She did this to him almost every day at some point, but she didn't care if it was annoying. She thought it was fun and would only stop when he told her to stop. She giggled and waited for him to respond. --- Professor Carlyle He was a thought more forward that she had originally thought when he called the trip to Hogsmeade a date. She set the papers that she tried to look like she was grading on down and stood up, walking over to Critter, who had just now decided to make an appearance in the room. The beautiful Persian looked up at her master with wide blue eyes and let out a pitiful meow, the sound that Terra had realized meant that she wanted to be picked up. She picked up the slim kitty and held her close in her arms, looking over at Devin. She noticed that there were a few students standing in the doorway and she narrowed her eyes at them. Drawing her wand, she flicked her wrist and door slammed shut directly in their faces. "I was already planning on going as a chaperone," Terra told him, stroking her cat in her arms. She gave him a soft smile. "But I'm sure we can still watch the children while we have this date." She gently set the cat back down on the ground and walked over to him, examining his handsome face. "In case you didn't know, that's my way of saying yes." She smiled and let out a small laugh. Traveler</s> <\|message\|>Mary Winthrop Mary Winthrop Mary woke with a start shaking. She took a deep breath and the Patronus that Mad had left behind spoke the other girl's message, and then dissipated. She was glad for its presence though. Mary quickly dressed, she didn't think there was anyone else in the dorm. She had really overslept, but she still changed inside her bed with the curtain drawn, you never knew if someone would have forgotten something. Once Mary finished her rushed morning ritual she hurried down the stairs and saw Jaden looking a bit frazzled. There was a younger boy talking to him, Mary didn't remember his name. "Morning Jaden." Mary said announcing her presence. "Mad already went down for breakfast." She told the boy mostly figuring Jaden already knew that. "She'll be at the table." Mad was one of Mary's friends, not as close to her as Jaden, no one really understood Mary as well as Jaden did. Even without the words the two had always understood each other. Mad was like Emma both bubbly and demanding of friendship. Mary had a few others that she considered friends as well. "On that note, I am heading down there as well, and if you want I can point her out to you." Mary offered, then turned to Jaden. "Are you done watching for pranks? Do you want to join me?"</s> <\|message\|>Keanu "Jaden" Wade Jaden "Its no problem Stein I am a bit more jumpy in the mornings for good reason at that. Our younger house members are constantly being coaxed into trying to prank me by one whom will remain nameless... for now." Jaden spoke keeping his eye's in his journal, he wasn't worried about Stein all that much prank wise, he had not tried to do so yet and if he hadn't by now he wouldn't. Jadens adversary was rather smart, always went for new years, which meant it had to be someone within the same year or close. But he could never get an answer out of the would be pranksters, seeming they didn't even know who was doing it themselves. It was quite a perplexing puzzle actually, one in which Jaden loved, he had always been into strategic games it truly appealed to his mindset. Let his thoughts wonder he thought back to the first piece of evidence he had gathered on the attacking prankster, a simple note written to a new year telling them to pull a prank on Jaden the Prefect and then an item from the joke shop was provided for them to do so with. It was the same thing every year since his fifth year, the one year they had tried to pass him a puking pastel which got eaten by another Ravenclaw given Jaden did not like pastels much to begin with and backfired. Truth be told Jaden could have solved this by now, it wouldn't be all that hard a spell here and a spell there and he would have his answer, but honestly all these prankster antics kept him from becoming bored as a Prefect. An as he said before many times it made him laugh at times and laughing these days was getting harder and smiles far and in between, his mind clouded as it was. When Jaden finally heard the familiar voice of Mary he finally looked up from his journal and stood up closing it with a snap of his wrist. "Morning Mary I see you got a late start." Jaden had a bit more step in his walk now that Mary was up, happy to finally have someone to actually talk to. Jaden loved Stein in all but in this case it was all good. As Mary quickly took over and spoke to Stein about Madison being at breakfast and that she would help him find her at breakfast she looked at Jaden and spoke to him. "Yeah I am finished, the usual pranksters already tried their hand and got caught and are now undoubtedly downstairs eating their fill of eggs and bacon. I could go for a muffin myself if our tower did not already take them all that is. Jaden put the journal in his inside robe pocket and walked to the secret entrance to their tower and opened it with a flick of his wand and stood at the entrance. "When your ready."</s> <\|message\|>Stein Neisserlt (Male) Undertaker@Kirah -Hi, a pleasure Mary, i guess all the help is good so thanks both of you . Well about Mary, he didnt even knew her even if she existed , only some rumors about her all of them were false.But more important now got 2 people to find Madison and this is good , at firts though this was very intrepid from him , asking for help well that was a bit strange from him , Stein is normally alone but now he just wanted to enter the quidditch team , so strange maybe something happned to him maybe a spell or something like that .With the time passing he became even more calmed and normal , well now that was strange , he speaked again now about to exit the tower. -Lets go , i guess , i am ready to find Madison and enter the quidditch team,if i pass the test. After this he realized he needed to read something in the book he brougth with him , something about magic creatures,this all was strange but it didnt matter to him after all.</s> <\|message\|>Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw Damian paused in his steps, an eyebrow twitching at the impeccably cheery mood of the girl before him. He wasn't the best with cheery people...they tended to annoy him. But still, she wasn't bothering him too much, and she had only asked a simple question. Why not answer her? "...Fine." There, he did it. But...pride wouldn't let her be the only one to ask a question. He continued to walk towards the Gryffindor table, ignoring the looks of the other students as he sat down and glanced over to Karen. "How was..your...day?" He obviously wasn't very comfortable with asking such pleasantries, but he wasn't getting one-upped by this sneaky woman.</s> <\|message\|>Karen Violet Camillus Antonius ~Karen Antonius~ Karen laughed again, just a bit louder this time, but still not very loud by most people's standards. The blonde took a seat next to Damian, crossed her legs under the table, placed her head on her hand and looked at him with some mild amusement. Really, he was a such rough person, but nonetheless he had his good points - he was replying to her, even if it was out of pride. That, and he was rather adorable to look at while he looking all prideful, even while it took that much effort to ask her such a simple question. "You're quite the awkward man, aren't you? There's no need to be so stiff with me, Damian; I don't bite. I must say though you're rather cute when you try that hard," she said, slender fingers idly playing with a lock of hair while staring at him. "That being said, my day is going rather swell so far. A bit of tea in the morning, cool morning air, and someone to talk to. It's a rather nice start, if I do say so myself. "Now I suppose it's my turn to ask: What made your day 'fine', Damian?" she asked. "Most people don't wake up too early, so their reasons are rather stale, so I'm rather interested in what constitutes as a good morning for you."</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Ford (Half-blood) Patrick Ford Patrick was quite happily chewing away on his toast without too many cares in the world. He had kept up with most of his work that had been set currently but that was pretty common for him, given that he wasn't a stranger to getting his head down and focusing on the task at hand. After six years he had learnt how to manage his time and of course the first few years weren't exactly testing on the brain but he'd stepped up his game. He genuinely enjoyed school and beyond the good grades that he worked hard for, Quidditch was his passion. He'd never let it become more important than some things in his life but he gave his full commitment in games and at training. After all, he wanted to be a good representation to the rest of the team. Patrick had just turned around to put some bacon on a piece of toast when he felt hands cover his eyes. He gave one of his smooth, deep laughs before rolling her eyes beneath her hands. Of course he knew who it was because he wasn't an idiot and he recognise her voice, and touch strangely, after all the time they had been friends. "Yes Genevieve," He chuckled as he brought the toast up to his mouth and took a big bite out of it. He had to keep his energy up so once he actually sat down, he'd be going through it like it was his last meal. Then he ducked down and twisted out of her touch so he could face her, a cheeky grin on his face as he chewed. "Yeah, I had a bit of an extra nap but it's not like you're gonna tell me off for doing so..." He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then took a few more bites of his toast and bacon. "How are you doing this morning? Besides ambushing me as usual,"</s>	<\|message\|>Darius Di' Stefano Walking into the great hall, Darius lets out a muffled sigh. "It is good to be home, finally..." he whispered to himself. Scanning around the room he picked up a few familiar faces and a few not known to him as well. Walking over to the small group of people that represented the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he put an arm around the shoulder of another boy. "Cap'n, I'm home~" He said in a sing-songy voice. "Your favorite utility player is back and he is most definitely ready to play~" He chuckled. Reaching out for a glass of pumpkin juice from the table, he looked about for a seat near the person he recognized out of the groups of students scattered about in the great hall. "Hey is that Genevieve over there? And is that the captain of the Hufflepuff team? Their keeper I think he is?" Darius was dressed in his black robe, the crest of Gryffindor embroidered on the left chest region. His hair was tied back and seemingly tidy. However, if one was observant enough, they can see that he has been traveling a lot, by magical or muggle means. His robe was not the cleanest and his hair is longer than he usually keeps it. His belonging have been transported into his room and his pet polar bear is now waiting for him there as well.</s>
<\|description\|>"Say it out loud." ~ Valentina Roscoe ~ --- --- --- --- General Information :: Full Name :: Valentina Jessamea Roscoe :: Nicknames :: Val, Vali :: Gender :: ♀ Female :: Date of Birth :: 20 July 2006 :: Blood Status :: Half Blood :: Appearance :: Valentina has brown, long hair that has natural waves in them and goes almost down to the middle of her back. She usually likes to wear her hair open. Her hair is a little messy most of the time, hard to tame but she refuses to cut it nevertheless. She has white skin, which likes to turn pale rather soon if she neglects going out for some sunlight. Her eyes are piercing green, but they have the strange ability to appear brown or blue sometimes in a certain light. Valentina is of average height and body figure. Family Information :: Family Members :: Helenora {Mother; pure blood; former Horned Serpent (Ilvermorny)} Occupation: Potioneer Quentin {Father; half blood; former Unspeakable; former Hufflepuff} Occupation: Owner of the fun-articles-store 'Jinx Me Not' in the Diagon Alley Ramona Leighann {Sister; 19 years; half blood; former Hufflepuff} Occupation: aspiring fashion artist, working at Madam Malkin's Luciana Nelseigh {Sister, 15 years; half blood} Occupation: 5th year student at Hogwarts; Gryffindor Romeo Quentin {Brother; 1 year, half blood} Occupation: screaming the house down, pulling on hair :: History :: Valentina's mother Helenora was born and raised in the USA. She went to Ilvermorny school, sorted into Horned Serpent and followed her dream of becoming a potioneer. The woman met Quentin Roscoe, a former Hufflepuff from the United Kingdom school Hogwarts and an Unspeakable back in the day, when the man was in New York for some secret meetings with the MACUSA. They ran into each other several times during these few weeks of Quentin being in New York. They had gotten close, but Quentin had to leave for England again. As it comes though, he had another job overseas about a year and a half later and the universe guided them back together, stumbling into each other on the street. This time though, Helenora would not make the mistake again of letting the man leave without her. They fell in love head over heels and the witch went back to England with him, they married shortly after. It was a rushed decision, but one that they both never came to regret. Valentina is the third born child out of four. Three girls and a not-planned-but-yet-so-super-loved boy. She grew up in a normal life. Quentin, having been very busy with his work as an Unspeakable, decided to quit that job when his first born daughter, Ramona, was about two years old. He opened up a tiny store "for all things fun, deary" in the Diagon Alley, called 'Jinx Me Not'. Valentina grew up in the wizarding world, only sometimes getting to step out of it when Quentin (whose mother was a muggle) wanted to show his kids a little bit of "the other half of my world". So Valentina got to see a muggle zoo, eat muggle sweets, screamed at three-years when a phone rang in front of her and almost got run over by a car at five-years, because she just didn't listen to her father to not run off alone. Other than her little steps into the muggle world, Valentina grew up like any other wizard kid in the wizarding world. And she certainly made some friends over the years. Hit me up if your character grew up in the wizarding world and could know Vali already. --- --- --- --- Personal Information :: Pet :: WIP :: Wand :: Hornbeam wood with a Unicorn hair core, 10" in length and Surprisingly Swishy flexibility Hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term 'vision'), which will almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner's style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner's code of honour, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts - whether for good or ill - that do not tally with their master's principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand. Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing. :: Personality :: Valentina is a very animal friendly person. She thinks that people who dislike animals in general are probably bad people. Though she never really thought of backing that theory up. The girl is friendly and tries to not use any violence, mostly because she knows she would lose a fight. Vali has an adventurous side, she loves to experience new stuff and prefers 'learning by doing', which might not always be the best way. She is determined to achieve whatever she has put her mind to and will go to all lengths to make it. :: Habits \| Oddities \| Quirks :: None :: Likes :: Valentina is a curious person and likes to experience and learn new things. She has a fascination for most magical creatures and is excited for the subject 'Care of Magical Creatures', that will be electable in her third school year. :: Dislikes :: Valentina dislikes arrogant people, everyone who thinks they're something better than anyone else. She can't stand people being "disrespectful" towards books (ripping pages, putting dog-ears on edges, throwing them, spill something on them, ect). :: Fears :: Valentina is scared of failure. She wants to succeed and if she doesn't, it hits her self esteem hard. She fears to stand alone, with no friends, at some point. :: Worth to Mention :: She's talented on the broomstick, but never tried to play Quidditch. --- --- --- --- Relationship Board Give it deep thought.</s> <\|message\|>"Say it out loud." Diagon Alley The day to collect their wands and other important magical items was at hand. At this point, most, if not all, of the Hogwarts' incoming first-years found themselves in Diagon Alley with their parents or some other chaperone, checking items off of their list of necessary equipment. Uniform * Three sets of plain black work robes * One plain black pointed hat * One pair of dragon hide (or similar) protective gloves * One black winter cloak with silver fastenings * Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times Books * The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk * A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot * Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling * A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch * One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore * Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger * Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander * The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble Other Equipment * 1 Wand * 1 Pewter cauldron * 1 Set of glass or crystal phials * 1 Telescope * 1 Set of brass scales * Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS</s> <\|message\|>"Say it out loud." --- Lucinda Láidir: Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions --- The bell tinkled as Lucinda pushed open the door to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions and stepped into the shop alone. "Step up, step up" A short woman called out to her from the back of the shop, a bundle of cloth in her hands. "Now, first year?" Lucinda nodded at the woman dressed all in purple. Is this really the woman I want choosing my clothes? She wondered as the brightly dressed woman began looking her up and down. Eventually Lucinda decided there wasn't much room for purple in a uniform list that specified 'plain black' on almost every item and obeyed the instructions the tailor gave. "-and then there was the Eiffel tower...quite impressive for a muggle building I must say...but of course the show took up most of my time -" Madam Malkin was talking as she went about measuring Lucinda up. It was all rather odd, having someone fuss around you like this. Despite their status Lucinda's mother had insisted they not have servants - even house elves - and taught Lucinda that 'If something is worth doing its worth doing yourself'.</s>	<\|message\|>"Say it out loud." Valentina Roscoe Location: Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions --- --- A breeze of air danced over Valentina's face and through her long brown hair. On her hips sat a one-year-old tiny baby boy with messy brown hair, longer at the top than at the sides. He sucked on his hand. The mother of both the children was digging around in her purse, two bags hanging off her arm. "Moooom", Valentina whined. "Oh Merlin's beard, Val, shush for a second, would ya?", the black haired woman scolded her eleven-year-old. Valentina had been a pain in her ass for three days, today by far being the worst. "Luciana! Where is she again?" The woman moved her head around, searching for the face of her fifteen year old daughter. "So help me Merlin, Romeo do not turn out like them!" She shot the little one-year-old on Valentina's hip a look and then pulled some money out of her purse. "Here. Go over with your sister and get new robes for the both of you!" She shoved the coins into Luciana's hand, who had appeared behind the woman. Luciana took the money and Valentina watched her mother close her purse again. "Where will you g- AAAAH!!" - "ROMEO!", the mother scolded and unwrapped the hand of the mischievous boy from around Valentina's hair. The girl rubbed her head where she felt the pain. "I am going to get a few things for the household we need. Floo powder for example. Since this one has knocked the pot all over the place and played with it!" Helenora, the mother, shook her head at her rascal son and smiled at her two daughters now. "How big you are getting!" "Moooom!", Valentina shook her head. "Not here. Come on, Lucia. Let's find Ramona." Valentina shoved the boy back into her mother's arms and went to walk off, Luciana right behind her. "Watch out for her!", the mother yelled after her older daughter. "And tell Ramona I will be right there!" The girls didn't stop to answer their mother. Valentina walked through the masses of people. Today was a busy day in the Diagon Alley. The girl knew her ways through the streets with closed eyes, she had grown up visiting the Diagon Alley almost weekly. Her father owned a little shop here and the kids had begged their mother to take them for visits on a weekly basis. A little bell rang as Valentina pushed the door to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions open and stepped inside. Luciana was still behind her. Contrary to Valentina, Luciana had blonde hair, almost golden hair and bright blue eyes. Ramona had teased her that she didn't look like their real sister and was adopted many times when they were little. Ramona was Valentina's other sister, the eldest with her nineteen years. She had dark hair like their mother and green eyes like Valentina. The eleven-year-old looked around the room. There was another young student, maybe even a first year?, being served by Madam Malkin's right now. Madam Malkin flashed the two girls a bright smile as she saw them enter. "My dears! First year, isn't it time now?" Valentina nodded at her. "Oh my, and the beautiful Luciana, you grow so fast. A young woman already!" But they didn't have much more time to discuss their growing with the woman as a sharp voice cut through the room. "Luci, Vali!", Ramona had entered through a door that clearly led to a storage room or the like. There were pins in her apron that set above her clothes and a tape measure around her neck. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She hugged her two sisters both at once and a pin poked Valentina into the arm. "Where'd you leave mom? Or does she not wanna see me?" The mood of the woman clearly dropped a little. "Why wouldn't she wanna see you?", Vali asked her older sister. "She will be right over. Romeo knocked over the floo powder yesterday, remember? She is getting new stuff." "And I think she wanted to get away from this one", added the blonde witch with a nod towards Valentina. "I can imagine!" A laugh escaped Ramona's lips and she shoved Valentina next to the other girl, that Madam Malkin was busy with. She pulled the tape measure from her neck and started to measure her. "You better happen to be put into Hufflepuff, love. I couldn't bare another Gryffindor!" Luciana, the mentioned Gryffindor, didn't even bother to give her sister a single look. She had heard the teases many times and has teased the sister for several things herself. It was sisterhood, Valentina guessed. While Ramona was busy measuring Valentina - or rather watching as the tape measure did it alone! - Luciana roamed through the shop and looked at several gowns and hats with slight interest. To Valentina's shock Ramona then nudged her and pointed to the girl a few feet beside her. "She is a first year too! Maybe you will be in the same house." Valentina shot the girl a shy smile. She wasn't usually that shy, it was just... Ramona... She was so enthusiastic and cheerful, it was kind of embarrassing to get dressed by your big sister. "Hi", she said silently. "Sorry for her", she nodded towards Ramona like the one wasn't even there. The older girl just smiled and continued her work. Sisterhood.</s>
<\|description\|>Brady James "Your wings are already with you" Gender: Male Age: 15 Height: 6' Weight: 190lbs House: Hufflepuff Wand: Nine inch spruce wand, with a core of unicorn hair Pet: Year: 5th Personality: * Humble * Quiet * Stubborn * Idealistic * Loyal * Determined * Introverted Extracurricular Activities: Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team History: Brady never could remember his father, but the man shaped so much of Brady's life. His mother was a muggle that caught the attention of his wizarding father. As an administrator in the Ministry, the James family was deeply engrained into the world of wizarding, and were semi-well known. Before Brady's 3rd birthday, his father passed away under suspicious circumstances. Leaving only his mother to care for him, Brady lived a life of relative poverty and learned the rougher edges of the wizarding world, learning just how much hate could be bred for those of dirtier blood. Hogwarts has been an escape for Brady in years recent. Winning the position of Seeker for Hufflepuff in his 4th year, Brady is known as an extremely determined and strong of will wizard. Unfortunately, not much can be said for his wizarding prowess. He has taken to magic much slower than his peers, and often must attend remedial classes to even come close to the same skill as his classmates. Despite this, Brady has never shown even a gleam of giving up, and persists constantly. Halle Moore - Respects Halle, and admires certain qualities about her. Feels slightly embarrassed at his own lack of wizarding skills compared to hers. Protective of her, since the incident with the members of House Slytherin. Cherishes her as a housemate, and Quidditch teammate. Damian Griffin - Brady hasn't interacted with Damian much outside of the Qudditch Pitch. As with how Brady perceives most Ravenclaws, he sees Damian as a sharp, and intelligent, person. The fact he is a Keeper, possibly one of the most difficult jobs in Qudditch, Brady has a level of respect for him. James Dalton - Brady sees James as a Gryffindor prodigy, but only from afar. True to Brady's introverted nature, he shys away from the more outgoing and adventurous House. Only hearing through gossip, and the occasional remark from a teacher, Brady knows of James as wizard with a lot of potential. Jaxon Chaucer - Brady doesn't know much about the arrogant Ravenclaw Duelist and Chaser. Unforunately, this is only expounded by the fact they both are ones to keep to themselves. What little Brady knows is that this Ravenclaw seems to have a very high opinion of himself, but has the skill and intelligence to back up the arrogance. Elspeth Macbain - All Brady knows about Elspeth is what the Hufflepuff girls jealously gossip about. He has heard the whole range of insults, to secret admiration, for the girl. All he can truly put a pin on is that the girl seems to be some sort of academic genius from some prestigious family. Miley Witherspoon - Another Ravenclaw Quidditch player that Brady knows. The contact Brady has had with Miley, he has gathered that she is relatively unique for a Ravenclaw in that she is extremely friendly, with the right amount of charisma to be able to make friends with everyone. Unfortunately, for Brady, with the contact he has had with her, he has had a hard time keeping up with her high energy and outgoing personality. That being said, Miley is definitely a Ravenclaw that Brady has nothing but respect for. Elliot Forrester - A secret rival for Brady. Of course, every other House would love to beat Gryffindor's Quidditch team, given the House's illustrious history in the school sport. As opposing Seekers, Brady has often found himself at a head with Elliot, but only in a way that friendly rivals would. He holds no ill-will towards Elliot, only determined to beat Elliot, and by extension the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Thomas Korevny - If there existed more of a frustrating person for Brady to place himself directly opposed to, it would be a surprise. Thomas is better than Brady in everything else it seems, be it Quidditch, spellcasting, or academics. This is only made worst by Thomas' attitude, something that reaches into the depths of Brady's anger, somewhere no one else can reach. Never sharing words, or speaking to Thomas, Brady has only made a habit of shooting the Slytherin prodigy glares. That being said, what little Brady knows about Thomas' family, he does not hold any of their crimes against him. Instead, he judges Thomas on what he sees, and what he sees is something that irritates Brady in a way few others can. Piper Ward - A member of the after-school study group that Piper founded, Brady finds himself respecting this Slytherin member more than most. Of course, he, along with most other Hufflepuffs, seem to think she would of done better in House Hufflepuff. Brady smiles whenever he sees the girl, knowing that Halle has an good ally in House Slytherin, one that would defend her from an incident like before. Nothing but respect, and sees her as a good friend to House Hufflepuff. Lara Donner - Another Ravenclaw, whom's own intelligence seems to be a curse as well as a blessing. Knowing her as a teacher's pet, Brady often thinks other students don't give the girl a fair chance. Always seeing her with a nose in a book, though, Brady has never gotten a good chance to actually interact with the studious Ravenclaw.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Donner Lara Donner After a few pleasantries had been exchanged, the group fell into an amicable silence just as the train left the station, something that Lara was beyond happy about but was also causing her already on-edge nerves to have a field day. Is it alright if I pull out a book? Or would that be rude to read while I'm around them? It would be rude, wouldn't it? I'd basically be telling them not to bother talking to me at all and even though I like the silence, who's to say they like it to? They might hate the silence but not want to say anything about it out of politeness for all that I know! If that's the case, what do I do? If I'm wrong they might be irritated, if I say something stupid they'll think I'm a weird idiot and regret sharing a compartment and on the off chance I'm right and manages not to say anything dumb, they'll want to continue talking and I don't know what to talk about! The weather? Her thoughts could very much have threatened to continue on like that for the entire trip to Hogwarts, had she not been pulled out of them by a soft mewl from her cat. All nerves forgotten for the moment, she stopped subconsciously wringing her hands, a soft smile crossing her face as she glanced towards Salem. Looking at her travel-companions, she momentarily threw her doubts away, choosing to prioritize her cat's happiness. "Would you mind if I, um, is it alright if I let my cat out? I promise t-that he's very well-behaved." Not too bad...animals are usually a safe topic...right?</s> <\|message\|>Brady James Brady James Silence, all but the engine of the train causing the compartments to jostle forward. The trip had finally begun. Even though it was obvious all three of the occupants of this compartment had every right to be excited, they all still sat in silence. Brady had scant started to settle into his own peace, before Lara caught his eye. Trying not to be obvious, Brady stole a few looks. It seemed the girl was nervous about something, almost having an internal debate with some hidden other person. As she spoke, Brady raised his head and smiled at her question, "I wouldn't mind at all." Brady responded, with a soft smile and a firm, yet quiet tone. In truth, he loved cats dearly, and had almost wished he had gotten one. Stone was a good pet, though, and Brady couldn't wait until he got to Hogwarts to see him. Instead of taking him home every year, Brady had arranged a situation for Stone to stay at Hogwarts year round, giving Brady's current living situation. "What's your cat's name?" Brady spoke up, in his same gentle yet strong tone, looking towards the gentle mewling coming from the carrier. He figured it was the polite thing to ask, and if there was one thing Brady could always enjoy, it was animals. He also figure it'd be a nice bit of conversation that might serve to put Lara at ease. Even to someone like Brady, he could tell Lara was nervous, something he had been all too familiar with. Luckily, he was very good at hiding his own anxiety. Talk to people about what they like. Brady thought, as he smiled down at the beautiful looking feline Lara had brought on the train with her.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Donner Lara Donner Giving Brady a small smile and nod in thanks for his approval, Lara immediately reached over to open the door, beyond eager to let her baby out of his cage, only pausing slightly at Brady's question. "Salem." She said as she finished up opening the carrier's door. A soft chuckle escaping her as the lazy lug stretched out before meandering over to her and stretching out on her lap. Out like a light. "It's a-a reference to a popular muggle television program, 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch', I'm not sure if you've heard of it..." And the anxiety is back. Okay, It's okay, just...focus on petting the cat! Yes, I just need to focus on petting the cat and to try not to think about whether or not I just sounded like a total idiot. The cat is safe. Her fingers running through Salem's soft black fur, she sent Brady another tentative smile, trying not to let her anxiety show. "D-do you have any pets?"</s> <\|message\|>Jaxon Noah Chaucer --- --- Jaxon Noah Chaucer --- --- Location: Hogwarts Express Compartment Interacting With: @Cole Damien, @Cio Piper, @Hitman Halle, @josephb Elliot --- Jax was struggling, at first he had been proud of himself for handling the conversation as it was and actually being a contributing member to it. But as more and more people showed up, especially a certain Gryffindor, Jax was getting overwhelmed. He tried to keep up, he really did but he just fell farther and farther behind. He envied Halle who just went on and on with her chatting as if she felt so comfortable talking to relative strangers. He supposed she and Piper were good friends but Jax felt his stomach clench at the idea of going that wild in a compartment full of other 'strangers'. He sent a pleading glance to Piper, his go-to 'social help button' and then over to Dame who was petting Sandstorm. He couldn't help but smile softly at his cats antics, the furball pressing her head into Dame's hand and flopping into a more comfortable position. Halle continued to go on, but did apologize for it and Jax just gave a quick chuckle. "As they said, nothing to apologize for. I-" he stopped as Piper let out a loud yelp of pain and his head instantly pivoted over to the Slytherin who was admonishing her owl. HIs face was a mixture of amusement and concern as he watched his friend suck the prick of blood and then give the owl the attention it so desperately wanted. WIth a flick of his wrist Jax had his wand out of its dueling holster and was going to prepare a quick healing charm but then reconsidered, it was just a small prick after all. He shrugged to himself and replaced the wand after polishing some of the white grain wood finish. He briefly considered the worries of his classmates about their grades and was slightly embarrassed since he never really had to be concerned. He was a picture perfect student, and the classes/tests came extremely easy to the Ravenclaw. Between that, his photographic memory, and talent at using magic he breezed through everything. His main competition for top spot coming from a certain Slytherin whom Jax respected quite a bit. He was curious on where Elspeth ended up on the train and figured he'd see her in class or the first dueling club meeting. "If anyone needs help with a subject, feel free to ask by the way. I um... Well, I do a lot of tutoring anyway, so you can always jump in!" He tried to spin as a nonchalant thing and also actively tried to reign in his arrogance. It was one thing to be confident and arrogant in ones dueling, chess, or Quidditch. But grades were another thing entirely, and very important for someone's future. As the conversation swapped back to Quidditch, Jax was at least able to follow along without looking like an imbecile and just chuckled as the two talked about how good their teams were going to be this year. He thought about his own team, and looked over at Dame just as the Keeper was going to speak and then the train whistle. A spark of excitement fluttered through Jax and his smile grew as the train began to slowly move forward. It was time for another year of Hogwarts and if there was -anything- he had learned at the castle over the years, it was that you never knew exactly what was going to happen. He kept shooting random but quick glances over to Elliot as well, wondering how the Gryffindor was doing with the large assortment of personalities assembled within the compartment. He also briefly wondered on how -he- a social outcast was in such a compartment as well and figured he was getting a headstart on his parents wishes for him to 'act his age', 'make some friends', and 'enjoy breaks'. He wasn't to sure exactly how they expected him to enjoy breaks with the OWLs coming up however and a humorous thought, that he was the only kid that was told to take it easy in their fifth year, crossed his mind.</s>	<\|message\|>Brady James Brady's soft smile eventually turned into a large grin as Lara went on. It was funny, in a subtle and charming way. "Yeah, I've heard of it." Brady managed back, slightly chuckling. The way Lara interacted and spoke about Salem spoke volumes about her, and bore heavy implications about a love for animals. It was admirable. "Oh. Yeah. Stone. He's my barn owl. A little bit of a ditz. He stays at the school year round." Brady replied, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke. He missed Stone, a lot. The bird was admittedly a goof-ball of an owl, but it was lovable and maybe Stone all the more adorable. A gentle owl that somehow always managed to make Brady smile.</s>
<\|description\|>Hugo Fiorin "Fuck you" Age: 15 Height 5'10 Weight: 150 lbs House: Slytherin Year: 5th Personality: Hugo-described by passed students and acquaintance's-is an asshole. Being widely known for his heckling and for not caring of his consequences of his actions. Causing chaos on the trail he walks on, he is hated on by almost everyone. The friends that would stick with him would constantly make fun of themselves and others. He talks aloud for the sole reason that he know's he's obnoxious and stupid. He is lazy and gives his work a 50%. He considers every class - except Potions and Transfiguration - "boring, stupid, and could get get a prolapse by my uncle." He gives insults to everyone and anyone, teachers even. Which really get's him the most in trouble. His personality would really cause no threatening manner besides a frown and maybe some hurt feelings. He finds dueling and Quidditch fun, where he can annoy people more. Though, deep inside his mind, he feels lonely. From the many schools he would be in, he would see pairs and groups of friends, and despite him having "friends", they would really not get him. His real feelings being sent into a corner of his mind, making a facade of this asshole persona, to drive attention away from him so they wouldn't see how lonely he is. In the rare times he is angry, he really explodes, this is usually emotional anger, and it's towards a close family member, or even trusted friend ( Which is even more rare.) In the public, he displays anger with more insults, with no angry tone, but harsher and tougher heckle's History Being born into a family in California with a respected Auror- his father dying off due to a suicide from PTSD- her mother sent him Ilvermorny, where during his first year, he had gotten kicked out by setting afire to the herbology room. This would be a action of rebellion, as he wanted to spend time with his mother than school. Her mother- though- wanted to get him a good education, so she sent him to different schools across the world. From Russia to France to Northern Europe, Hugo had been kicked out from school to school, before his mother had been so focused on his life, she had gone to capture a Dark Wizard un-prepared. This would cause her inevitable fall. Hearing the news, Hugo had a breakdown, and had to move to his brother near England, where he would be sent to this "Hogwarts" place. " I'll burn this fucker to the ground" He said as he heard about it from his brother. This would be in the summer, where he had time to prepare. His brother, being a graduate from Hogwarts, had told him all the things about the school, and passed down his books and some robes for him. This year, though- will be different. Instead of him going to get kicked out- he will stay, and keep doing his malicious acts while still being able to stay at the school. This is for his mother's sake. Hugo- during his short years in different schools- had been proficient in Potions- since he "Likes the colors" and "Could spike someone's drink"- and transfiguration. The rest he would have mediocre grades- usually from him bribing or cheating off his peers. Extracurricular Activities: Quidditch Team Keeper Dueling Club member Local Heckler Future owner of "Dick's Diddly Doo's" ( being run by a fake name "Richard") Strength's: * True on his word about anything * A fine dueler and a fighter on anything else. * Potions and Transfig. Weakness's: * Heckler * "Plants hate me" * Insecure * Known to get into many fights * color=007236 Other: Ash wood Unicorn hair core 10" in length Hard flexibility * Half Blood * He likes to make fake wars with his miniatures and make obnoxious noises with their deaths. * He has access to his Patronus; which is a Pine Marten. * He has access to old books from his Brother with notes from the inside, which would help him with classes. "All of you are twats and cunts"</s> <\|message\|>Elliot Alexander Forrester Elliot Elliot listened to Jax as he looked around taking notice of the other two faces in the compartment who he'd never really spoken to before. The only times he'd taken notice of them properly was during quidditch games and they were both pretty good from his memory. There were many times that Piper had nearly wiped him out with a bludger during their games against each other, she had a canon of an arm when she smashed it. After Jax finished speaking, Elliot looked back to him and replied, "Yeah I'm all good, no complaints with me! I don't think I'm ready for getting up early for classes after sleeping in late all summer." Elliot let out of an over the top sigh thinking about getting up and then laughed. Elliot laughed a long with the rest of them when they started to talk about who was going to win in quidditch. He grinned to himself, thinking that he'd be taking the cup back with him for the Gryffindor's. The conversation changed between quidditch and work and Jax mentioned about tutoring people. "Yeah well as long as you help me get through charms again like last year, I'll be happy about that! I would have definitely failed if you didn't force me into getting the work done." He smiled at Jax, always having a soft spot for him ever since he helped him pass charms in the second year and the following years after that. It didn't take long for the train to start moving and he was glad for it, as he was never one for long journeys just because he started to get bored and wanted to get off after a while. The Slytherin girl, named Piper started to talk about chocolate frogs and wanting to finish off her collection. "Yeah, you can have my cards if you want, I'm in serious need of some chocolate right now but I don't collect them. Hopefully the cart doesn't take too long to come around!" Elliot smiled to her, thinking that this would probably be the longest time he'd spent with a Slytherin in his life. Being a Gryffindor, it seemed to be coded into their DNA to be a naturally mistrustful of Slytherins, but Elliot was always willing to give the someone the benefit of the doubt. @Hitman@Daydreamz@Cole</s> <\|message\|>Damian Griffin Hogsmeade Station --- Hogsmeade station is a rather quaint little station situated just outside the reaches of Hogwarts Castle. The station has a very old-fashioned look to it, with a few stone buildings making up the entirety of the station. Located a few steps just outside the furthest building is a trail, with self-drawn carriages awaiting the arrival of the students. The carriages carry the students the distance from the station all the way to the Castle, where the orientation ceremony will be held along with a giant feast. The Hogwarts Express came to a screeching halt after it's 9-hour trek throughout the day. The whistle gave one final blow as students from all seven years filed off the train quickly, eager to begin their studies at Hogwarts. Luggage is left behind, as it will be located in your dorm once you make it there. Once you make it to Hogwarts, you will be guided towards the great hall where you will seat at your designated house table. Shortly after Headmistress McGonagall will give the orientation speech, followed after by the Sorting Ceremony and Feast. --- Damian Griffin Damian had fallen asleep for the majority of the train ride. A few hours into it and Damian was leaning his head against the window out cold. His slumber however was interuppted as the train came to a stop, and the bustling of students leaving their compartments started to amp up. Damian slowly opened his eyes as he wiped the streak of drool that was coming out of his mouth. He groaned as he felt the stiffness in his neck from leaning in such a awkward position for hours straight. Managing to give his neck a good crack and stretching out as good as he could, he looked around the compartment. The students that filled the compartment with him started to file out one by one, each with their own quips about finally making it to Hogwarts. Damian was still a little groggy from his sleep, so he let all the other students go in front of him. One by one the people that filled the compartment started to file out, only then did Damian find his way off the train. Finally making his way off the train, Damian gave a soft yawn as he rubbed his eyes. He looked around for a minute, for a familiar face but couldn't find any. Guess they went on ahead. Damian made his way towards the carriages, hopping onto one of the final ones to depart towards the school. Damian found he was seated with nobody, most of the students had gone ahead and there were few stragglers left behind. Damian sighed as he twiddled with his thumbs, the carriage took off down the trail toward the school. --- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Hogwarts Castle is a large, seven-story high building supported with the help of magic. Throughout the school are many staircases that change throughout the day, along with dungeons and tunnels that lead to many different place through the school. The school had been rebuilt from the battle of Hogwarts years ago, with some new improvements to the school. Along with the many greenhouses outside, Hogwarts also has it's own Quidditch pitch for Quidditch games to be played. Surronded by mountains, a forbidden forest, and a lake the Castle is a sight to behold. --- Damian Griffin The carriage ride had been uneventful for Damian. Being alone on the ride, Damian was left with his thoughts and the wonders of the year to come. The students he met on the train all seemed to be very friendly and great people. Perhaps he would try and associate more with them, and try and actually make friends this year. He shrugged his shoulders, if they were meant to be his friends then they would end up being his friends. Damian gave out a loud yawn as the carriage pull up towards the school, a short walks distance was between him and his 5th year. Making his way to the giant doors, he creaked them open slowly. Throughout the large hallway you could already hear the echo being made from the Great Hall where all the students already were. Making his way down the hall, and taking one of the branches off towards the noise he approached the Great Hall. Entering into the room, he looked around as he took a deep breath. Tables were already filled with students talking about their summers and their aspirations for the upcoming year. Damian approached near the front of the table, where the 1st year students were going to sit. Sitting inbetween where the 1st year students were going to be and the rest of the students, he looked around the Ravenclaw table for a second before resting his hand under his chin and eyeing the front of the great hall where all the teachers were sitted. Giving out one last yawn before the start of the ceremonies.</s>	<\|message\|>Hugo Fiorin As the train to Hogwarts camp to an end, Hugo was on to his usual antics of fucking around. This time he was drawing rather vulgar words and symbols on a sleeping peer's forehead. His peer- later to be named "Marvin"- next to him chuckling softly. "Shut up you fucking dickwad, before I magic you a new asshole." "Like you can, fucking sket, bet you get that skill from your mum, innit?" Said the peer. " Nah, your mom taught that shit to me, she said it would be useful, she taught it to me while she was at the hospital. She had to recover after the complete destruction on her and her room last night. Shot back Hugo, talking clearly. It was obvious that Marvin was a born Brit, and would possibly be a good friend to Hugo. "Well you-" Marvin said before being cut off by the breaks of the train. This would make him lurch forward as Marvin was on the edge of his seat, wanting to get a closer look at the man. This would be the last thing before the peer would finally wake up, with the sound of Marvin's face being planted on the floor, and the pure laughter exerting from Hugo as that happened, " You're more retarded than that chocolate frog I ate!" Hugo said in between laughs, "And I'm sure that has too many chromosomes than your 'mum', you toilet drinking, jizz eating, dick cheese cutting, neck beard, lookin' ass." Said Hugo, he was grinning ear to ear then. The student with the ink on his face looked around, "W-what happened?" he said, looking confused and tired from his 'nap'. It was then the two boys had ran out of the compartment, leaving the confused boy to wander what happened. He later will find out that not ONLY did he had his forehead drawn with "Dicksucker" on it, though Hugo ALSO shaved the top of his head in a line, making it look like a reverse mo-hawk. Marvin pushed his and Hugo's way into the line of students leaving, Marvin being a bulky boy, standing 5'9, and clearly looked like he worked out 24/7. Hugo and Marvin made their way into the fifth or sixth carriage. Looking inside, Hugo squinted his eyes, eyeing the people that had been cursed to be with him in a short time. Oh, how he's going to make this time go for a long time.</s>
<\|description\|>Luke Lubowski Age: Twenty-seven years old Nationality: American Three random facts about your character: 1: Mild mannered and open minded, but easily tempered. 2: Carries around a lighter to use his powers in a pinch 3: Has murky yellow eyes and visible yellow veins. Mutant Power: - All liquids in Luke's body have been replaced with gasoline. - Luke's entire body is blast-proof and fire-proof, but he can be wounded by projectiles. - Luke exhales gasoline fumes, allowing him to breath fire if lite. - Immune to multiple forms of hazardous materials. Biography: Luke Lubowski is a male Caucasian mutant from the small suburbs of New Jersey. Luke spent all of his formative years living in a small home close to the interstate with a loving mother and father. Through most of his life, Luke always felt odd amongst his feel peers and found himself never making much friends and spending most of his time at the local gas station and dinner. When Luke hit seventeen years old though, his powers manifested. It began what seemed like a stomach illness. His body ached as the usually organic fluids change and shifted into something resembling petroleum gasoline. His breath began to stink of gasoline and his eyes changed to a sick murky yellow. No local doctors could figure out what was wrong with him. In his sickbed, Luke's father found the true nature of his son's abilities while lighting a cigar in front of him. As soon as his lighter sparked to flame, his son seemed to do the same. For a moment his father was absolutely terrified as he watched his son breathe pure fire like misty breath on a frigid day. After a moment of panic, Luke's father got his son some water and began working with him to understand his powers in secret. It would take months for his father to pay off the doctors to never say anything about his son's 'illness' and get him back to school with whatever they could do to mask his unnatural smell. After some years of experimentation and training, Luke finally felt like he understood himself and his incredible powers. Taking up a job at the gas station he enjoyed spending his childhood at, Luke would go on to buy the establishment from the bank after it's elderly owner died. He felt normal working at the station, always polite to customers and a diligent worker. Only a few months into his new life of management, where no one would ask him about his odd gasoline scent, the U.S. Government enlisted into an unorthodox Allied program known as "The Strategic Scientific Reserve". Despite his obvious objections, Luke was shipped off to England where he would be with others like him. 'Mutants'. On the outside, he was worried for his life and his family back home. On the inside, he was more then excited to know what other like him were like, and what the future held. The only thing he knew was that he was going to survive whatever trials and tribulations were ahead and get back home.</s> <\|message\|>Heinrich Aschelman. Heinrich Heinrich looked out into the sky and along the cityscape taking in the night air. He had spotted a larger building that stayed intact not all that far from the pub which would be the meeting place and decided to stay out of sight and out of mind. He had been very cautious upon arriving in England, as any German should, and had come up with a sort of cover identity for himself and with the help of the SSR he took the form of an American traveler Henry Allman, who was a pacifist and apparently had lost an eye so he had to cover it up. It had involved him adopting an accent and manner which had been a bit tricky at first but he fell into it easily after a bit of instruction though already having a good knowledge of the English language it severely shortened the process. This whole conflict made quite the mess for anyone trying to move about and flying him out of Switzerland had been the best way to get him out, albeit in a two man biplane, but sacrifices had to be made if he was going to get anywhere outside of Nazi controlled territory. He was grateful to the SSR for the help and where he had a certain respect for them the choice of meeting place was a little disappointing. A crappy dive bar which would be filled with people trying to drown out memories and sorrows. If there were British soldiers he generally stayed away from them if at all possible because they could make a German man very uncomfortable with some very angry rambling about the war. He was not exactly in a safe place all things considered however he was going to do what it took to help his country and countrymen to be free from the Reich. Despite any discomfort he respected the British for their unwillingness to back down even during the bombardment of the Blitz which destroyed a great deal of life and property. From his perch he could even still see some of the lasting damage which reminded him of his childhood living among the post war ruins of Berlin, though he didn't have it nearly as bad as others because of himself alone. He sympathized well enough with these people having been in that same situation but he wasn't sure if they could say the same. The Americans were something else entirely having sat out a good portion of both wars before coming in to steal the glory or at least try to prove their mettle in a large scale war. When it came to the Soviets he didn't really know whether to be terrified by or for them, probably both, because by what he heard the government and command was just as dangerous as the German war machine. He would reevaluate his opinions over time but these were just what he was seeing for the time being. As for the meeting he supposed it was going to be a meeting of the minds in a sense to introduce the group to one another and then get to business. He didn't know who or what he was dealing with in the form of powers or personalities so he would approach the night with some caution, he may have known there were others like himself but knowing and experiencing were two totally different things. There would be much to talk about in he guessed what with differing experiences and viewpoints but a key thing was to see just how they reacted to knowing they would be working with a German to stop Germany in essence. He thought it was an awkward proposition to begin with so he could only imagine what it would be like for the rest. It would likely be prudent to keep some of his unsavory past to himself lest he end up worse for wear. He would wait for a few more minutes maybe above before seeing if anyone else of this group had arrived. Heinrich formed something of a portal for himself out of the dark of the night to quickly travel down to ground level near the pub an alley away from it. He replaced the patch over his lit up eye and appeared at his decided location within moments clearing his throat so as to prepare for any speaking he might end up doing. The German moved quickly out of the alleyway and over towards the pub not wasting any time entering so he could find himself a comfortable seat mostly away from the drunk customers. This meeting was business so he wouldn't be drinking of his own volition unless it was offered though it wasn't like he was shying away from it, he was as much a fan of a good drink as anyone, but it would get in the way of any negotiations so he could wait until afterwards. It took a moment but he found a less occupied area near a woman who seemed to have had the same thought. "Mind if I have a seat?" Heinrich asked keeping his American accent up as best he could. If the woman had no issue he would sit and quite honestly he was bored so a conversation couldn't hurt to past the time before them meeting was underway.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Strelnikov Astrid Astrid walked down the alley between the two large buildings. It was a cold night, but she her dress had short sleeves. She loved the feeling of the cool air on her skin. It reminded her of her time back in the USSR. In the US and Britain the days were much hotter, with the sun constantly beating down on her shoulders, so anytime that the temperature dropped she reveled in the moment. Stepping out of the ally Astrid looked left and right. Not seeing anyone she walked to the nearest streetlamp. It was off due to the blackout that had been put into effect. Crouching down next to the base she breathed out for a long moment. Out of breath she pulled out a screwdriver and stuck it into the screw that held down the protective plate. Two small clinks followed the screws as they landed on the sidewalk. Reaching up with one rubber-covered hand she brushed her head tiredly then pulled off the cover. Tearing off her glove she reached inside and grabbed onto the small covered wires. Tearing at the wires, Astrid began to place the metal end on the skin of her hand. Energy rushed into her body, filling her with adrenaline. Instantly the tiredness wiped away from her body and she became more alert. She didn't feel like she was about to fall over from exhaustion anymore, instead feeling like she could run a mile or two. Pulling her hand back, she wrapped in the black rubber gloves and stood, brushing off her knees. Cracking her neck she grinned to herself before turning down the street and walking at a brisk pace. Shortly after walking Astrid stood in front of a pub. It was amazing that it was still open with the blackout in effect, but bombing hadn't happened for quite some time. Staring at it momentarily, a small bolt of electricity crackled through her hair, evidence of her recent charge. Striding forward with confidence Astrid pushed open the door. Immediately she was bombarded with an array of loud noises and sounds. A large bear of a man stumbled towards her obviously drunk. Quickly she stepped out of the way as the man fell out of the door. Smirking she thought about how weak europeans were in holding their liquor. As she reached the bar she called out to the bartender for a Vodka. The man stood there not hearing her, busy chewing his fingernails out of habit or nerves. "Ey nervnyy chelovek, liker, vodka." She slipped into russian while speaking to the man, but thankfully he heard her this time and managed to understand enough to get her the right drink. Siping at the drink, she drummed her fingers on the glass quickly trying to rid herself of all the excess energy she had pent up.</s>	<\|message\|>Luke Lubowski Luke stank like hell and looked like it too. In the darkened English streets, any passerby could smell the thick musk of gasoline radiating off him like an aura. A day or two without showering. Not a lot of time for personal grooming when g-men with big orders and thick skulls rip you away from home. He felt like a fish out of water, still wearing a blue jumpsuit with his station's name engraved into the breast. "Luke's Gas". It was simple, kinda like him. Nothing really going on and full of gas in the litterally sense. England seemed nice. People tended to mind themselves or just not care. Most looked scared, with the husks of buildings giving good reason why. Apparently something called "The Blitz" happened that caused a good chunk of destruction. Nazi assholes most likely. Blitz seemed to be their calling card. Luke passed through another alleyway quickly, trying to not let his scent stick to too many places and found himself just where he needed to be. The New Crown Pub. "Time to get some answers," Luke told himself as he crossed the street and entered the establishment. The smell of alcohol and metaphorical depression overbeared him for a moment. At least he wouldn't stink up the joint. Luke immediate walked over to the bar as he reached for his wallet. The barkeep was already taking care of someone else farther down, grabbing her a bottle of vodka. Luke opened up his wallet and pulled out a few singles and figured that after exchange-rates, he would have enough to get extra sloppy if need be. Luke shoved his wallet back into his pockets and looked at his arms underneith the lighting of the bar. His veins glowed a sickly yellow under the artificial lighting, another strange cosmetic change thanks to his "condition". He always forgot how strange he must look in public, like some plague victim or something. After looking around a bit more, Luke had trouble finding any g-men. He probably couldn't find any others like him either if he really tired, which is what the agent who directed him here promised he would meet. And get his answers. He hoped that the others like him had better luck in the genetic lottery then he did. He didn't know much about genes, but he did know that something was wrong with his. People weren't made to piss fuel and set their blood on fire. If he spat on the next drunk Brit to accidentally bump into him and lit a spark, the poor bastard would set like paper. Weird shit was about to go down, he could feel it.</s>
<\|description\|>Carrigan Trask aka The Hyena Gender: Male Role or Title: Former Slaver/Human Trafficker Appearance: In his mid forties, Trask has not aged well, with scars and age-lines forming a maze across his features. His blue-grey eyes defy his age, shining from within weathered, sunken sockets. Simple clothes sit beneath a long leather coat with heavy duty boots adorning his feet. Aside from the long grey hair, tied back into a ponytail, the major feature of Trask is the scar on his right cheek. A gnarled sigil had been deliberately cut into his flesh and burned, the sign of a former slaver. The people who had branded him, his former slaver colleagues, had also taken all four fingers on his left hand, down to the palm. Despite his age, Trask has great reflexes and combat awareness. However, due to the life he has led, he walks with a limp. Weapons: To compensate for the loss of the fingers on his left hand, Carrigan has commisioned a gauntlet made of hundreds of steel tesselating plates and sheet steel. The glove is heavy duty and is used almost as a shield, to deflect blows and open an opponent up for counters. To compliment his gauntlet, Trask carries a straight edged, double edged, rapier. Despite being only an inch and half across and almost paper thin, the sword is strong and capable of punching through toughened leather with ease. Background: Born into slavery, Carrigan's parents were killed by the owners of his family whilst he was only young. As he grew up, Carrigan showed an aptitude for violence and combat. Before his fourteenth birthday, he had taken his first life, pitted against a boy a few years older than him, in a combat arena used as sport by his masters. At sixteen, he was won from his existing masters by a slaver named Balthor Rend. He was thrust into the world of people trafficking and trading. He left an impression on Rend and, by twenty-one, had been freed and made a partner in the slaver's business. Reasons for Joining the Resistance:After witnessing the aftermath of one of the Crown's raids into one of the poverty stricken areas of the city, he reassessed his life. The soldiers didn't care who they killed, criminal or no. Men, women and children lay slain in the streets, brutalised and mutilated with no mercy nor remorse. He hated the world for what it had become and himself for so callously playing his part. He vowed to no longer be a part of a system that destroys and corrupts. Notable NPCs: Balthor Rend - Trask's former owner, mentor and business partner. Rend still operates a vast network of slavers within the city. Rend is now in his early sixties.</s> <\|message\|>Lady Ramia of House Crow After a while the men had returned to meet with their commanders and Ramia had given the command to the Avar twins - despite her insistence on a second round of patrolling the area the brothers instead decided to keep the morale of the men up and gave them the rest of the night off. They themselves headed to Stillwalker's Fall for few tankards of ale where they would drink until they'd be asked to leave. Ramia on the other hand made her way to her meeting with the Lord of Swords. When her presence was announced the Lady Crow had politely removed her hat, dropped on one knee and greeted the Lord of Swords very politely before taking her place on the table. Soon the talks turned in to the matter of dissidents and executions - Ramia's father had been very cozy in these kinds of talks, but then again he had been a psychopath who had gotten away with killing his own wife and eldest son. He had loved the chance of sending out the Crossbowmen to the streets to spread chaos and bloodshed. The black haired woman listened every word with an expression of icy calmness, but at the same time her mind was racing. When Ramia had been asked a question she pondered the answer for a good while - it had felt like an eternity for her. When she finally spoke her tone was quite cold, but nonetheless very polite. "I could spare you a few squads - though my sharpshooters might not be the best option for quelling dissidents. If the very best of the best men of the Royal Guard Houses are seen spilling blood of peasants, thieves, whores and other such it will first of all lower the morale of the Crossbowmen since they have been forced upon such a task which is in their own - and in my - opinion well beneath them." She stood politely and moved her left hand behind her back while continuing. "As you know, m'lord the Crossbowmen of the Guard Houses have over the years proven their loyalty and skill under the leadership of the House Crow - My house, which has served you and your family unquestionably for generations. Now, please m'lord, take no offense in my words when I ask you; should these skilled men and women who have honed their skill for years be sent to deal with a minor uprising of whores and thieves? Is it a reward worthy of their years of service?" The Lady Crow turned her attention to the Counselor and continued with a slightly more icy tone - which she would have not used if she had been in any lesser position, or if she hadn't already proven herself to be a skilled and charismatic leader with years of experience under her belt despite being in her early 30's. "Is the House Raven perhaps doing their job poorly? Do you perhaps lack the will to honor our Lord's orders? Or is it perhaps money you lack?" The dark haired woman paused for a moment and actually smiled at the old Counselor like she had just caught him lying. "Or perhaps the lack of money isn't the option after all..." Ramia lifted her right hand in an apologetic gesture and bowed her head towards the Councilor. "My apologies, implying that the good men and women of your House would be so spineless, disloyal and dishonorable towards our Lord that they'd accept bribes would be most impolite of me. Also implying that the men under your command are badly out of shape and in need of some good training if they are having troubles with what must be a small handful of disloyal curs... Would be most impolite of me." She took a deep breath and bowed her head towards the Lord of Swords. "My apologies, m'lord - if my bluntness has insulted you. I take full responsibility and accept any kind of retaliation against myself as you humble and royal subject."</s> <\|message\|>Raul Montoez At the fire stood a peculiar young lady, one more fetching then the average wench who scuttled in this unsatisfactory town, timbers tied to there backs and the soot and coal dust prying to there every inch, forcing them to gag in desperation, there lungs dreaming of a day when the former youth and cleanliness of their's is returned to the highest they had seen, like a new born baby. Instead, Hilde seemed polished. Her cheeks were not particularly rosy and she was clearly not a woman in the prime of her youth, but her beauty perused her even in these middle ages. She kept a sly promiscuous way to her. Her hip cocked to the side, and her eyes showing a fake lust in them. As she watched new face near her she couldn't help but smile, but did well to keep it friendly rather then the ruthless one she used often. He was new here, and he must have money then the average man. It wasn't called the town of rats just because of what she was 'selling'. The streets were filled with urchins and crooks, eyeing anyone they could use to get a quick buck, even if it meant they needed to thin the populous. Hilde and her accommodates were the kings of such swindling, and it was about to show. Unannounced to Mandis, two more where waiting for him. Both set to run, sharing an equal smile. One covered like a mummy, ready to bump into the man, and rush away and the other drooling old coot ready to give an alibi. They seemed to know what they were doing, and with each holding various tools for the job, they wanted this done soon. Raul wasn't about to let some newbie get the best of him, the 'king of the guttersnipes' the 'master of sleaze', and to him this was just a way for showing people the ropes in town. With a surprisingly stock built man with blond hair and dark brown eyes, his clothes nothing more than burlap and an ax dangling by his shoulder, he walked to Raul and sat a paper down, walking to the end of the alley to watch for others. This was sven. "He carries some knife, but it looks dull and fragile, not worth taking but knowing you I bet ya will" The man blustered in an Irish accent, slurring words. Raul merely chuckled. "I don't care if he's armed, tell me about the bags, or money" Replied the other man, only to back down when Sven clenched his fist, "By the way. I think this man's attempting to find you three. Be weary, it may be another Solvmed incident" Sven dully murmurs. "As I stated before, those assassins were sent at the expense of perhaps three ounces of silver, no one was trying to kill us, just gambling or enjoying a break with there cash" Raul growled. Silence follows as they watch the area before them.</s>	<\|message\|>Carrigan Trask aka The Hyena Though he didn't know who he was waiting for, when he heard the password murmured from behind the bolted door and the same door he had walked through swing open, he knew it was those same enigmatic conspirators who had walked in. He didn't turn in his seat, he didn't look at them, he didn't need to, he knew there would be a rallying cry of some sort. He would be foolish to think he was the only on in The Stiltwalker's Fall who was here for the same meeting. He finished his tankard and gestured to the barkeep for another. He had a feeling this was to be a long night. What he did see was a hooded figured disappear into the back of tavern. Whilst effective at concealing one's identity, a hood is not a subtle way of hiding the fact that is what you are doing. Trask always found his eyes drawn to those who appeared to be hiding something, and this new arrival was no exception. When time was called by the tavern's owner and the drunken patrons voiced their disquiet with various degrees of aggression, Trask found himself on edge. He had noted the sigils on the shoulders of guardsmen who had been drinking in there and, when the tankard was thrown, his hand twitched towards his sword. The last thing he needed tonight was to get sucked into a brawl. But the assorted assembly vacated without incident until he found himself with a choice. He still couldn't quite put his finger on what had led him here. Bad decisions, most likely. But he could either finish his drink, rise from his stool and follow the rest of the shambling, booze-soaked mass out the door and back into the night, or he could still finish his drink, rise from the stool and follow the hooded stranger into a meeting that would likely cost him everything for a chance at atonement. He finished his drink, slamming the tankard back down on the bar. He stood before pausing after shuffling his leg into a comfortable position. Crunch time, Carrigan... He thought to himself. The things he had done and the life he had led had forged chains for himself to match those of the countless others he had sold into servitude. As he got older, those chains grew heavier and longer. It was time to break them. With a nod to the bar owner, he walked past him and into the back room.</s>
<\|description\|>Georges Batroc Codename: The Leaper Age: 47 Gender: Male Powers/Skills/Experance/Equipment: Georges Batroc follows an intensive training regimen magnifying the natural power of his body. He's extremely fast and agile, performs world-class acrobatics, and possesses remarkable strength. His level of strength is, in fact, suspect - it is entirely possible he has some sort of low-level, low-profile mutation, especially when it comes to the strength in his legs. Batroc is capable of leaping about ten feet in the air unaided and has repeatedly demonstrated an ability to kick into a brick wall a hole large enough for a man to crawl through, or to wreck a well-made handgun by stamping on it. Many of the leaps he's made - particularly standing jumps - do not seem humanly possible, because he is aided by a special pair of boots, developed by SHIELD. Batroc briefly experimented with melee weapons, but prefers to remain an unarmed fighter. The first was a whip-cane - a flexible fighting stick about a yard and a half long. Presumably it was meant as an equaliser against opponents with weapons… or shields. Batroc is fond of mentioning that a whip-cane can kill a man in three blows. He also uses neural shock boots, which were a sort of stun gun built into his boots. Batroc has an endurance proportionate to his strength - he can be hit repeatedly by Captain America or even Mister Hyde and keep on fighting. His costume has enough Kevlar to stop most smallarms fire, though the impact will still hurt - and recent versions include goggles. Batroc once demonstrated the ability to kick small objects with enormous force and significant accuracy, turning them into lethal projectiles. Since he seldom does this, it is probable that only small, round or spherical objects can reliably be used that way - in the documented example, he kicked back a large coin flipped in his direction so it embedded itself in Deadpool's hand. Kickboxer Batroc is possibly the best tireur (savate fighter) in the world, and has demonstrated an ability to fight in combat singulier (one-on-one) such legendary hand-to-hand fighters as Captain America or Iron Fist. Though his initial training is in savate (French kickboxing) and military hand-to-hand techniques, he fights with a unique style leveraging his strengths. Batroc's form is highly acrobatic and emphases all sorts of flashy kicks — jump kicks, spin kicks, flying kicks (he loves those), etc. Back when kickboxing was relatively unknown, Batroc would often dramatically announce that he practised "savate - ze art of fighting wiz zee feet !", given his tendency to favour memorable statements over accurate ones. But he's actually an expert in martial arts techniques and can quickly recognise styles used against him. This can give him interesting insight, such as when he realised that Captain America (James Barnes) was employing systema moves. Among many other, Batroc is a master of krav maga - which is his preferred style when teaching hand-to-hand combat. Furthermore, Batroc is a skilled and experienced soldier, commando, adventurer, seducer, gambler and the like. He's an observant man and has a keen eye about human relationship - which allows him to be manipulative if he needs to. In 2011 he developed an interest in parkour urban acrobatics after meeting two traceurs (parkour practitioners) and realising that their philosophy about life wasn't unlike his own. Batroc quickly learned the techniques, and has been using parkour as his basis to teach acrobatics. Batroc is also wealthy thanks to high-priced mercenary jobs, and often has windfalls beyond his usual Wealth, allowing to enjoy enormous Manhattan or Monte Carlo penthouses, luxurious barges towed by a private tug, contracts to assemble a Batroc's Brigade, gambling sprees, etc… until he ends up in prison and the cops seize some of his asset Personality: Crazy, and loves to talk in the Thrid person. History: Georges Batroc was born in Marseille, France, and served in the French Foreign Legion. He is a French costumed mercenary who specializes in savate, a form of kickboxing. Although he has primarily appeared in the pages of Captain America, he has also faced off against the Punisher, Spider-Man, Deadpool, Hawkeye, Iron Fist, and Gambit. He has functioned as a member of Baron Zemo's Masters of Evil (one of the stronger recurring villain teams that plague the heroes of Avengers). Batroc was also a member of the ersatz "Defenders", a group of villains who were impersonating the actual Defenders. Batroc has occasionally led his own team, "Batroc's Brigade", whose membership has changed over time. The group has included the original Swordsman, Whirlwind, Zaran the Weapons Master, Machete, and various unnamed henchmen. The group has primarily fought Captain America. Most recently, the Leaper showed up as member of a small army of villains organized by Klaw to invade Wakanda, which included Rhino, Radioactive Man, the Cannibal, and the villainous Black Knight. However, he was still ultimately defeated by Black Panther's royal bodyguards. Batroc was next seen as an inmate of the extremely high-security prison The Cage. The prison sports a field that mentally suppresses inmates' abilities to use their superpowers. Wolverine states that "It doesn't matter how big you were on the outside. In here, combat experience is everything. Thugs like Wrecker and Thunderball might throw their weight around, but they'd never even dream of touching the big shots. Guys like Batroc and Kangaroo. Yeah, I know." Batroc was shown to be among the group of villains forcibly drafted into Baron Zemo's Thunderbolts team, and was then also forcibly drafted into Nick Fury's Thunderbolts with a lot of blackmail. Lots. other: 'Thunderbolt'</s> <\|message\|>Eric Brooks Eric stared down into the dark blue of the oceanic abyss. He leaned on a railing and tried to think of any way he could get to the submarine without getting wet. He soon realized such a way didn't exist. He cursed, Nick Fury, the eye-patched David Hasslehoff looking twat. He knew Eric hated getting his clothes wet and especially hated getting his hair wet. But there was no other option. It was either that or get forced into jail time. Eric let out a sigh, it wasn't just the thought of getting wet, he'd also have to find a position where he couldn't be seen by a large number of people. It took around 20 minutes to walk around the Gulf and find a location where practically no one was around. Eric took the liberty of getting a few supplies before he dived down, which included and was only limited to beer. He drank a few bottles before stuffing the rest into a waterproof bag he'd bought on Amazon a few days before. Nick had told him they'd bring all his stuff on board for him, but he didn't exactly trust the folks at S.H.I.E.L.D to not go through every inch of his things and only gave them the bare minimum. Finally it was time to find the sub and dive down to meet his new 'team'. He slung the backpack over his shoulder, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. He swam out to sea for a while before diving under, scanning the water after taking off his sunglasses. Eventually he spotted it, a big stupid black spot in the shape of a submarine. The Fantastic Four get a tower, the X-Men get a school and what does the famed vampire hunter, Blade get? A fucking submarine in the middle of the gulf of Mexico. This made him fear the rest of his teammates were just no-skill scrubs he'd been put with as punishment for all that unlicensed vampire hunting he'd been doing. Who knew you'd need a license for vampire hunting of all things, you'd expect it'd just be something you did rather than applied for. He swam down to the submarine, his enhanced eyesight greatly helping him spot it from far away. He felt a small pinch on his thumb as he opened the hatch. It must have been some sort of security system, making sure it knew who was coming in. This begged the question how S.H.I.E.L.D had gotten a hold of Eric's blood, and why they had it. He fell into the airlock, the water that had fallen in with him draining away through some concealed compartment. He was hit by a wave of heat as he took out his sunglasses again and put them back on. The bright lights were hurting his eyes to a degree. He was dried quite quickly, still, no excuse for making him get wet in the first place. He scoped out the submarine for a while, trying to find his room. He was in room 4-A, no doubt an omen signalling the 4 assholes he'd have to work with. He eventually found it and set his bag down on the bed as he got in. The room was small and cramped, like being a rat trapped in a box. S.H.I.E.L.D probably had a camera in there as well, same with the showers most likely. But who could blame them, if Eric was anyone, but himself he'd want to get a look at himself in the shower as well, if that makes sense. At least it had a TV, bad reception and all. He'd have to sign off for a DVD player at the very least, he thought checking the sides of the TV to see if it had one built in. It didn't. A monotone voice broke the silence within the cabin. "Briefing in 25 minutes. I repeat, Briefing in 25 minutes." He sighed, taking out a deck of cards and starting to play solitaire on the small desk in the corner.</s> <\|message\|>Scott Summers Scott hated crowds. Like, really hated them. They were easily in the top three things he hated, and only preceded by James Howlett and small metal tubes that tended to get everyone inside them killed if they happened to be ruptured by, oh, say... uncontrollable eye beams of instant obliteration. Or something of that nature. So when he'd received the details of the meeting place and the group's HQ, it would have been an understatement to say he was less than thrilled. A submarine floating in the ocean just off a public beach. The only way this could get worse was if Wolverine showed up. What were they even thinking with a submarine? At least if it was an airplane he'd still have his powers to help slow his fall, but in a submarine you were pretty much done as soon as the hull snapped in two. Which it was definitely bound to do at some point, given the team of former supervillains he'd been told he'd be working with. Stick a bunch of psychopaths in a big metal tube under the ocean. Whose brilliant idea was that? Then again, it would be a great way to thin the herd if they got out of hand. Maybe the selection of locale was more intelligent than he gave it credit for, though it still brought to mind the theme of a certain graphic novel turned film adaptation. Either way, he was here now and he wasn't going back. He watched several figures along the shoreline arrive and plunge into the sea as he finished checking his tank, then fitted the mouthpiece and dropped over the side of his almost pitiably small boat. It had been big enough for his purposes, but was still so small it would likely be lost in the surf once the waves grew choppy. He'd only needed it the once though, so he wasn't going to be put out by its loss. He'd foregone the goggles normally used by scuba divers, instead relying on a much lesser known aspect of his vision-based abilities. Ever so slightly, he lessened the psionic barrier between this realm and the one his power originated from, and his eyes took on a decidedly menacing hue of glowing crimson. The world before him turned to shades of red, but his gaze cut through the murk as easily as its full power could slice through a steel I-beam, illuminating the surrounding waters for him while the only thing others would see is two faintly glowing red spots, and that only if their eyes were exceptionally keen. Night vision of a sort, though a sort that only he could perceive at such a low intensity. When he reached the sub, he was unsurprised to discover that they'd taken the precaution of installing biometric security, and equally unsurprised that his DNA was already in the system. When SHIELD really wanted something, there were no lengths they wouldn't go to in order to get it. Once inside, he began divesting himself of the scuba gear as the hot air dried his wetsuit, which was actually his armored body glove, then dropped the gear next to the airlock door as he left and made his way to his quarters, room 7-A. Inside, he found the rest of his usual kit and stripped out of the body glove, replacing it with sweatpants and a white t-shirt. A voice came over the intercom informing him that it would be 20 minutes until the briefing, so he set about looking over his weapons and armor while he waited, just to make sure none of it had been tampered with after SHIELD got their grubby hands on it.</s>	<\|message\|>Georges Batroc Batroc sat in the Submarine. Bored out of his mind. It's kinda hard to be the "Leaper" in a place where you can't leap. He picked up a book he had been reading on the history of savate, his preferred style of fighting. He started reading the book before he threw it up in the air and kicked it to a wall. Damn Fury and his Damn missions! "Briefing in 20 minutes. I repeat, Briefing in 20 minutes." "Rahhhhhh!" he screamed, aggravated. "Brûle en l'enfer Fury! Merde Merde Merde!" He left his room and stormed down the hall, passing the A rooms. "Yeah, A Rooms. A stands for Assholes." He made his way to the briefing room and sat down by the briefing table.</s>
<\|description\|>Aaron Matthews --- Age: 21 Gender: Male Powers: Just your average guy, nothing special. Weakness: * School. My grades are fine but damn if it ain't boring as hell. * Clowns man...creepy bastards I can't stand them! * Mornings suck, people who are energetic at 6:00am get on my nerves. * My sister,well step-sister, we get along but she has powers and I don't so she kind of steals the spotlight whenever we are together but besides that we're cool. Skills: * Trespassing * Running * Climbing Hobbies: Skateboarding...it is life. Personality: I think I'm a pretty chill guy, it takes a lot to piss me off but most of the time I'm fine. Looking for a good time(wait not the way you think...or is it?) then I'm your guy because I'm up for almost anything EXCEPT CIRCUSES! I hate clowns. Background: My story isn't interesting until after my dad married my step-mom so i'll save you the boring details and say I was a stereotypical rebellious teen who loved skateboarding yada yada yada then BAM! My dad gets married again. Turns out dad's lady friend has a daughter and they both have a secret. Apparently the two of them are like magic elves or something I don't know. Our parents sent Kate to Orean Cause when they heard it had kids like her there and I was her tag along I guess. Likes: * Rocking out to my favorite music. Kate's band is pretty good when they do 90s rock. * Playing pranks on friends(or enemies) * Skateboarding around town * Hanging out wherever * Sneaking into places I shouldn't be at * Horror movies Dislikes: * Being asked about Kate, if your so interested in her then talk to her. * Staying in school longer than I have to, being with friends makes it bearable though. * I've been told I have problems with authority... oh well. * People who give skaters hell just for being skaters. We aren't all weed smoking bums. Take me for example, I'm a skater and all I do is break into places! See we ain't all that bad. Theme song: Sinister Kid by The Black Keys Clubs: Gaming Club is pretty much it, I try not to stick around school unless it's something involving Kate. Dorms don't change anything I'll only be there for sleeping most of the time. Dreams: I'm not looking to be famous or have tons of money. In truth I just want a nice place with good friends and good times. --- --- Kathryn Griffin The pic doesn't show it but I have green eyes..incase you were wondering --- Nicknames: Kate, Kathy, Kat, Kathriani(my elf name but it's only used between family...also when mom and dad are angry at me) Age: 21 Gender: Female Powers: Being an elf...I should probably explain that a bit more. Okay so forget the idea that elves today are those lanky forest people shooting arrows. In truth most of us stopped that once humans began to advance and we've lived in secret among humans for a while now. I'd say around The Age of Exploration was when we decided that hiding was no longer an option. If I remember correctly the only elves still living separate from humans are in the Amazon. Alright so back to me, as an elf I have a connection to nature as you can guess. I'm not some kind of hippie going around protesting every tree being taken down but I do tend to get upset about deforestation and large scale destruction of nature. Ok maybe I am somewhat of a hippie but still is it wrong to care about the earth? Ugh I keep getting off track. Ok ok so since I'm connected to nature I am very good with animals, like it's crazy how well I can handle them. Give me a wild bear and I'll have it eating out of my hands in mere minutes. Sometimes I can even possess animals but that takes a bit out of me when I try so I can only do it for a short time. That's animals, this is where it gets interesting. I don't know the scientific explanation for it but I'll explain as best I can. Plants are connected, the trees in a forest or the flowers in a garden are grouped in this kind of plant neighborhood. So like good neighbors they communicate to let each other know whats happening. Plants can exchange information about their surroundings and I can be a part of that neighborhood as long as I have an exposed part of my body-preferably my hands-on a plant in that group. Once I do I can get information on everything happening in and around that forest. How the plants interpret the information is beyond me but as for me I get it through a series of visions that come in and out of focus. Sometimes it's hard to get a good picture but if I focus hard enough I can block out whatever information I don't need and only receive visions I'm concerned with. Wow I didn't get sidetracked at all explaining that one...did I? Anyway, the last thing I have to tell you is the reason why humans haven't been able to find elves for so long. We have camouflage. No not like a hunter's coat like actual biological camouflage. It's more like an octopus' camouflage since our skin can change colors and texture to match the surrounding environment. But of course it only works in natural environments so I don't have an advantage at hide n seek in a house. Weakness: * If you haven't noticed by now I sometimes can ramble on when I talk about things. It's a habit, I like to talk to people so I say a lot and here I go rambling again.. * It's hard for me to stay angry at people, sure I can be upset but it's usually for a day or two at the most. You have to do something horrible for me to hold a grudge. * Poptarts. I don't know what it is about them but if I have one I have to have like seven or I'll go into withdrawal or something. Skills: * Playing my guitar * Singing * Surfing * Hiding. Camouflage or no I always find the best places to hide. Hobbies: * Playing bass guitar for my band. Sometimes I sing but most of the time it's Nathan. * Reading Personality: This is a hard one...I guess I'd describe myself as adventurous. While taking it easy every now and then is fine, doing nothing for too long kills me I like to get outside and explore. I'd say I'm very easy-going and amicable Background: City elves live like any other human, the only difference is well being an elf. My dad left when I was a baby, so my mom raised me on her own till I was about 12 when mom met Aaron's dad. The two of them got married a year later I've been step-sister to probably to probably the most stereotypical skater teen ever. Even so Aaron and I got along pretty fast, he's a fun guy and his ability to sneak into almost anywhere has come in handy when I needed to sneak out the house. He's even teaching me to ride a board which to be honest must be a pain because I can't stay on for more than five seconds before falling. So fast forward and my parents are sending me to Orean Cause since some students there are somewhat like me. I guess they were hoping I'd meet other elves. Thing is not all the students are "magical" so Aaron is coming with me to keep an eye on me(plus he got kicked out of our last school. Long story). At least I won't be alone on the first day. Likes: * Music, I'll listen to almost everything even death metal if I'm in the mood. * I like to try new things because it's an experience and you won't know if you like it unless you try it. * Being out and about. It sucks being stuck indoors all day. * Performing with my band. I don't mean to brag but we are pretty popular... ok we are pretty new but we've been at it for two years now and are getting pretty good. We haven't decided our genre so right now we do requests that way we get a sense of what we do best. * I love to swim, thankfully we have a pool in the backyard or I'd have to go to the community pool...yessh. Dislikes: * Macho tough guys. Seriously no one likes you. * Parties, as in the kinds that are just out of control and end up with half the people there passed out on the floor with puke on their faces. * Listen I know I'm an elf and I should love animals and I do I love all kinds...except snakes. Not because I think they are slimy they aren't it's that empty stare they have it's creepy as hell! Theme Song:The Rain by Oh Wonder Clubs: Music, Dance, Drama, and Gymnastics Dreams: More than anything I want to see the Amazonian Elves. Mom says they don't like city elves but I think it would be cool to see what we were like.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer was at a loss for words. 'Okay Kikka what do I do' Winifer asked just baffled. Kikka said nothing. 'No seriously like whats the best course of action here' Still nothing. 'Kikka' Winifer called out to her rather demandingly.'......play dumb' Kikka finally replied not much reassurance in her words. "I..........uhm.......that's something you don't see everyday" Winifer stumbled out. She looked at the girl still on the child's level. "What...uh.....what's your name I guess" Winifer asked looking over at the boy and back to the girl again. After the girl answered Winifer gave a small nod then turned to the boy standing up to her full height. "Sooooo....what exactly should I be making of all this." Winifer asked gesturing to the small child that had appeared. 'Your unusually talkative' Kikka noted almost like a complaint. 'A random girl just appeared I think it fits the situation' Winifer replied accidentally making an annoyed face.</s> <\|message\|>Ion Hinotoru Bride Bride was at utter shock too; he was about to take the tour that already started but then this girl who sort of looks like a mix of him and Allie who just hugged him. He didn't know who was this person and how did that person got there. "U-uhh-uh…." He just let the girl hug him but looking back at the three. He looked really confused and worried, he felt bad though that the little girl was just hugging him like she knew him but he really never seen the child in all of his life. Winnifer asked the girls name, maybe that would help...right at that moment he was really lost. "uummm…." Bride looked back at the tour and back at them, he didn't really want to miss it, even with maps he wasn't really good in directions and probably get lost within seconds. "S-sorry…b-but I do like to t-ake the t-our b-but….uummm" Bride to think of a way to not insult the girl that was hugging him.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksei Setlak Alex-Engineer By Nature 1:00PM the alarm sounded and Alex awaked,his room mate wasnt there strange ,now was time for lunch and he was hungry , he decided to go to the cafeteria and with him the papers of his new project , this new project is about scanning people with magical powers , he was going to use a complicated software to know if they are truly magic but in Alex words that means they have a strange radiation signal , he was working on this after he was accepted in Orean Cause , it took weeks for him to do 95% of the code which was a very high number for him , he decided to use a high modified cellphone to this as it is the portable device more capable for this . When he arrived the cafeteria he eated some sphaguetti , then something arrived to his mind he hadnt have contact with anyone not even a single word this could be good or bad , good because he doesnt want to be manipulated with some kind of mind reader and bad because he didnt talk no anyone normal too , he finished his food and started walking to his room with that thought.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Glad ya like it, you can expect food like that every day now." Edward finished off the Spaghetti in silence and afterwards went towards his computer, "Now, if you don't mind, my fans expect another video from me today, and don't question what I just said, we have a deal." Edward turned towards the computer and put on his headphones, "Hey Guys, I know you are probably expecting another game today but I've decided to just talk to you guys for a few minutes to update ya. My roommate seems pretty cool and I don't think he'll tell anyone who I am, besides I have something to hold over his head so he won't talk." Edward walks over to Penn, "Would you like to say Hi to the fans, don't worry I have a voice modulator so no one will realize who you are."</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn ate the spaghetti also in silence but he didn't finish it, he was already full after just eating half of it. He put the plate back down on the table; since Edward was nice enough to cook food at least he should help. "I-I will clean u-up…"He stood up as Edward when back to his computer to do some video stuff…fans…he did want to question it but Penn decided to let it be, done anger the devil and who knows how a person can act when they angry, he tested before and it didn't work well for him at all. It was weird hearing Edward talk to people who weren't there, like some crazy people would do but then again….he draws yaoi that's another thing that is kind of weird. Penn had to take note though on why he was making videos, he heard of commentators but only though of them as people with no real jobs. Maybe he should not say that to him…. And he said something about holding something against him…shit that made things worst, what does the guy know? Did he look at his work? Paranoia filled him. He should really keep quiet now…As he was about to clean up Edward asked him if he would like to say hi to his fans. This was an obvious answer. "ah-ah…. N-no t-thanks…" he stepped back, avoiding to do anything with his fans or videos.</s>	<\|message\|>Aaron Matthews The walk to the dorm was enough to get Aaron fully awake and by now he was his usual self. After hearing Marci say she owed him a favor Aaron let out a little chuckle with a smile, "Pssh, no problem. But hey if you want maybe we all can hang out today? You, me, and my sister? Maybe grab some drinks or maybe mess around here at school?" It had been a while since Aaron last saw Jessie. The last time the two of them were together was after she and Kate's band had that big gig over the summer, mostly because Aaron was doing his own thing. . Looking back it was quite a fun time. After their performance the band went through the city just going wild. "Come to think of it I think we had to bail because someone called the cops on us...killjoys", he thought before bringing his attention back to the now. "Hey Jess, long time no see, how's it goin'?".</s>
<\|description\|>Aaron Matthews --- Age: 21 Gender: Male Powers: Just your average guy, nothing special. Weakness: * School. My grades are fine but damn if it ain't boring as hell. * Clowns man...creepy bastards I can't stand them! * Mornings suck, people who are energetic at 6:00am get on my nerves. * My sister,well step-sister, we get along but she has powers and I don't so she kind of steals the spotlight whenever we are together but besides that we're cool. Skills: * Trespassing * Running * Climbing Hobbies: Skateboarding...it is life. Personality: I think I'm a pretty chill guy, it takes a lot to piss me off but most of the time I'm fine. Looking for a good time(wait not the way you think...or is it?) then I'm your guy because I'm up for almost anything EXCEPT CIRCUSES! I hate clowns. Background: My story isn't interesting until after my dad married my step-mom so i'll save you the boring details and say I was a stereotypical rebellious teen who loved skateboarding yada yada yada then BAM! My dad gets married again. Turns out dad's lady friend has a daughter and they both have a secret. Apparently the two of them are like magic elves or something I don't know. Our parents sent Kate to Orean Cause when they heard it had kids like her there and I was her tag along I guess. Likes: * Rocking out to my favorite music. Kate's band is pretty good when they do 90s rock. * Playing pranks on friends(or enemies) * Skateboarding around town * Hanging out wherever * Sneaking into places I shouldn't be at * Horror movies Dislikes: * Being asked about Kate, if your so interested in her then talk to her. * Staying in school longer than I have to, being with friends makes it bearable though. * I've been told I have problems with authority... oh well. * People who give skaters hell just for being skaters. We aren't all weed smoking bums. Take me for example, I'm a skater and all I do is break into places! See we ain't all that bad. Theme song: Sinister Kid by The Black Keys Clubs: Gaming Club is pretty much it, I try not to stick around school unless it's something involving Kate. Dorms don't change anything I'll only be there for sleeping most of the time. Dreams: I'm not looking to be famous or have tons of money. In truth I just want a nice place with good friends and good times. --- --- Kathryn Griffin The pic doesn't show it but I have green eyes..incase you were wondering --- Nicknames: Kate, Kathy, Kat, Kathriani(my elf name but it's only used between family...also when mom and dad are angry at me) Age: 21 Gender: Female Powers: Being an elf...I should probably explain that a bit more. Okay so forget the idea that elves today are those lanky forest people shooting arrows. In truth most of us stopped that once humans began to advance and we've lived in secret among humans for a while now. I'd say around The Age of Exploration was when we decided that hiding was no longer an option. If I remember correctly the only elves still living separate from humans are in the Amazon. Alright so back to me, as an elf I have a connection to nature as you can guess. I'm not some kind of hippie going around protesting every tree being taken down but I do tend to get upset about deforestation and large scale destruction of nature. Ok maybe I am somewhat of a hippie but still is it wrong to care about the earth? Ugh I keep getting off track. Ok ok so since I'm connected to nature I am very good with animals, like it's crazy how well I can handle them. Give me a wild bear and I'll have it eating out of my hands in mere minutes. Sometimes I can even possess animals but that takes a bit out of me when I try so I can only do it for a short time. That's animals, this is where it gets interesting. I don't know the scientific explanation for it but I'll explain as best I can. Plants are connected, the trees in a forest or the flowers in a garden are grouped in this kind of plant neighborhood. So like good neighbors they communicate to let each other know whats happening. Plants can exchange information about their surroundings and I can be a part of that neighborhood as long as I have an exposed part of my body-preferably my hands-on a plant in that group. Once I do I can get information on everything happening in and around that forest. How the plants interpret the information is beyond me but as for me I get it through a series of visions that come in and out of focus. Sometimes it's hard to get a good picture but if I focus hard enough I can block out whatever information I don't need and only receive visions I'm concerned with. Wow I didn't get sidetracked at all explaining that one...did I? Anyway, the last thing I have to tell you is the reason why humans haven't been able to find elves for so long. We have camouflage. No not like a hunter's coat like actual biological camouflage. It's more like an octopus' camouflage since our skin can change colors and texture to match the surrounding environment. But of course it only works in natural environments so I don't have an advantage at hide n seek in a house. Weakness: * If you haven't noticed by now I sometimes can ramble on when I talk about things. It's a habit, I like to talk to people so I say a lot and here I go rambling again.. * It's hard for me to stay angry at people, sure I can be upset but it's usually for a day or two at the most. You have to do something horrible for me to hold a grudge. * Poptarts. I don't know what it is about them but if I have one I have to have like seven or I'll go into withdrawal or something. Skills: * Playing my guitar * Singing * Surfing * Hiding. Camouflage or no I always find the best places to hide. Hobbies: * Playing bass guitar for my band. Sometimes I sing but most of the time it's Nathan. * Reading Personality: This is a hard one...I guess I'd describe myself as adventurous. While taking it easy every now and then is fine, doing nothing for too long kills me I like to get outside and explore. I'd say I'm very easy-going and amicable Background: City elves live like any other human, the only difference is well being an elf. My dad left when I was a baby, so my mom raised me on her own till I was about 12 when mom met Aaron's dad. The two of them got married a year later I've been step-sister to probably to probably the most stereotypical skater teen ever. Even so Aaron and I got along pretty fast, he's a fun guy and his ability to sneak into almost anywhere has come in handy when I needed to sneak out the house. He's even teaching me to ride a board which to be honest must be a pain because I can't stay on for more than five seconds before falling. So fast forward and my parents are sending me to Orean Cause since some students there are somewhat like me. I guess they were hoping I'd meet other elves. Thing is not all the students are "magical" so Aaron is coming with me to keep an eye on me(plus he got kicked out of our last school. Long story). At least I won't be alone on the first day. Likes: * Music, I'll listen to almost everything even death metal if I'm in the mood. * I like to try new things because it's an experience and you won't know if you like it unless you try it. * Being out and about. It sucks being stuck indoors all day. * Performing with my band. I don't mean to brag but we are pretty popular... ok we are pretty new but we've been at it for two years now and are getting pretty good. We haven't decided our genre so right now we do requests that way we get a sense of what we do best. * I love to swim, thankfully we have a pool in the backyard or I'd have to go to the community pool...yessh. Dislikes: * Macho tough guys. Seriously no one likes you. * Parties, as in the kinds that are just out of control and end up with half the people there passed out on the floor with puke on their faces. * Listen I know I'm an elf and I should love animals and I do I love all kinds...except snakes. Not because I think they are slimy they aren't it's that empty stare they have it's creepy as hell! Theme Song:The Rain by Oh Wonder Clubs: Music, Dance, Drama, and Gymnastics Dreams: More than anything I want to see the Amazonian Elves. Mom says they don't like city elves but I think it would be cool to see what we were like.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Doesn't seem like he wants to talk," Kronshi went back over to the computer and talked a bit about some upcoming projects and the like and then signed off. "Ok, edit out the part with Penn talking, even the fact that my roommate is shy could give people a hint to who I am." Edward edited the video and uploaded it to Youtube, thankfully due to his computer skills this took no time at all. "So I'm going to go for a walk, need to get outside sometime or I'll get fat off of my food, I mean sure it is low-calorie but any calorie can make you chub if you don't work it off. That should give you enough time to be alone and do your thing without me bothering you, as was our agreement, I don't mess with your pictures, you don't talk about my work. See ya later." With that Edward walked out the door, 'God, that guy is shy, I wonder what he's hiding. Eh, it doesn't matter as long as he keeps quite that I'm Kronshi.'</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie fixed her hair and looked at the ground for a moment. When she looked back up her eyes met Aaron's. "It has been a long time hasn't it, last time was .....summer..or..time,yeah, But uhm no yeah I'm doing-everything is awesome, like so great" Jessie got out to the best of her ability. The whole thing didn't come off to bad it mostly seemed like she was thinking about something else and was loosing focus. 'Nice Jessie.....That was.....really nice' Jessie criticized herself. Jessie turned her attention away from Aaron just so she could think for a minuet. "Wasn't there a mention of like a party later. Unless I heard wrong" Jessie suggested thinking back to the opening speech."We should all go to that" Jessie finished gaining back some of her calm. She hoped the awkwardness she carries would go away. She was sure it was just because Jessie hadn't seen him in a while. After a day of hanging out Jessie would calm down. She was sure. Really really sure. Really not so much but hey lets hope for the best sure.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn nodded, letting Edward do whatever he wanted to, he cleaned the dishes and put away the leftovers in the fridge for later. He made sure that he wasn't really there at all, being quiet, avoiding eye contact and that such. After Edward left after saying something about doing your own thing Penn let a sigh of relief, threw his arms in the air and shouted. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" He can finally breathe again, no one was there and it seemed like paradise to him now. No guys or people to scare him or make him freak out. It was utter paradise for Penn. Then what made it better is that Vowcalled him ewhich made hm feel better. "Hi P-" "VOW!! I Miss you!! I don't want to be here!! Let me go!!" Penn begged, he did not need school; he can earn money for himself. "No. You need it, anyway I am hear to tell you about the draft, its been moved to Saturday so you more time now." "Great!!" "Wait on that though…You got an interview tomorrow…meeting at that school…good luck MicoMico. No worries, I am sure no one will find out." The he hanged up, Penn utterly shock wanted to cry, he didn't want to mix work with this now…interview great. "Why you do this to me…" Penn sighed as he got his folder and began to draw the chapter he was working on. He can work in peace now.</s>	<\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Hearing Jessie mention the party jogged Kate's memory, "Oh yeah I forgot about that, Aaron you're coming right?" Kate only asked because she knew Aaron wasn't one to stick around school longer than he had to. Hopefully the promise of a party would be enough to get him to stay. "I don't know, maybe", Aaron replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately Aaron had to make a choice, he could either go to the party or go to "The Cave". The Cave was an underground skate park, by underground meaning it was where degenerative individuals placed bets on skateboard races, loud music played, and the general vibe of the place was "illegal". While Aaron wasn't the kind of guy to do anything horribly illegal he did have a reckless sense of adventure which got him into trouble a lot. "What do you mean maybe? Everyone at school is going to be there, I thought you liked parties?", Aaron's response confused Kate. The only tme he's passed up going to parties was to...of course. "You're going to that shady skate park aren't you", she said with an eyebrow raised. While Aaron was old enough to think for himself Kate couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for him. "So what I am it's no big deal, I'll be fine" "You know that place is filled with creeps right" "I can take care of myself" "Uh huh, sure. C'mon forget that place, be with friends, have some real fun", Kate grabbed both Jessie and Aaron by the arms and the three of them were bunched together somewhat awkwardly. "Alright, Alright, I'll go to the party...then The Cave. Yo Jess, you comin with?", Aaron asked. If he was going to go he might as well bring someone with him, it'd be a kind of after party. Plus it'd be good chance to catch up on old times since he figured the actual party would be more about the now instead of back then.</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn Nazareth Thorne Evelyn - "It's as if She were Dead..." Years ago, if one were to climb the stairs of the Orean CAuse Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, what would they have seen? They would have bared witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes. The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room. Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone. A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing creepy masks, the other of some grisly maniac, and lastly a portrait of some ghastly family, and next to that bed was a sinister instrument, its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier...an amplifier that no longer droned with a static sound...just like the stereo on the old, dust covered dresser no longer played, and the red BC Rich Warlock....she no longer needed... And that was just how Evelyn found her old dorm, still the same as she left it, the day she....went on... Stepping into her old abode, it was like descending back through the past, the memories hitting her one after another like bullets from an M16 stuck to her head. A tear, warm and brimming with melancholy, it snaked down her cold, lifeless cheek and fell to the dusty hardwood floor, empty red eyes gazing to the bed she and Lisa once shared many a night, chatting, watching movies, playing videogames together...and...sharing their love for one another, a love....Evelyn could no longer feel. She sighed, a pain wrenching her heart as deeper she descended into the vicinity of the old dorm room, taking her usual spot, right there on the red couch in the center of the room. She swore as she passed her old bed, she could see the ghosts of herself and her sweet, beloved girlfriend, re-enactments of recollections....she no longer wished to possess. From behind her back she pulled the Hymn of Thanatos, her new wicked axe, and hardwired it into her Schecter Hellion amp-head, closing her eyes and letting her fingers carry her away into the darkness, her pick plucking at the thick metal strings and belting out the painful but beautiful masterpiece of melancholy and anger....that was Pantera's Hollow. Hollow.....it was exactly how she felt. Nothing was left for her after all that...all that she endured for so long, and now the pain poured like blood from her fingers trailing up and down the neck of her guitar and plucking notes softly...at least before the heavy part kicked in and her foot slammed down hard on her distortion pedal...and her sadness...became anger...</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride turned to the person who answered his question, it was a girl still taller than him…he was quite short. "O-oh…okay t-thanks.." he bowed his head, showing thanks to the person, she must be new too since she was near the tour group. She introduced herself as Winnifer, it was a cute name….reminded him of some plant he called Winnie when he was young. He missed that plant...sad it had to die after his surgery. "Oh…I-I am Lavender….b-but you can call me B-bride." He gave a small smile the girl and shook he hand lightly, he wanted to make some new friends and she was really nice to him so he had to be nice a s well. He was not sure what to say next, he looked around wondering what to say. "uuhh.h….t-the s-school l-looks nice…" it's a start… Iyo@Remipa Awesome Iyo continued to dance his heart out, his dance members were sure getting a lot of people interested in the dance club with all of his dancing though he did a sugar break. Once the music stop he looked at his club mates and waved them off for a sugar break. "Be back! Need some sugar in my system!!" He waved them off as he went way form the crowd, he took out a chocolate bar, a packet of skittles, a mars bar and three chocolate chip cookies form his bag for his small sugar break. He ate the skittle pretty quick, as he loved the sugary feel. ""'mmmmmnnn……sugar!!" he sat down by the fountain to continue his sugar craze snack time. Iyo noticed a boy throwing a coin in the fountain, weird…wasting money on that…. He could have bought a candy with it! "Hmmm…. Social itme?" he said out loud to the guy, wondering what the heck he is talking about as he ate one cookie. Penn Penn was nervous to see his roommate pick up the papers but he didn't look at them, not that one thing he can be relaxed on. "N-no it-s fi-n-e…." He stuttered out, trying to give some distance with the guy. "t-thanks…" He still continued to avoid contact with the guy, he felt really small, not because he was quite small form the guy but the fact he had to self-confidence at all. He got a small watermelon candy form his pocket and ate it, it sort of help him calm down with scenarios like these but just a tiny bit. He sucked on the artificial flavored candy, trying to calm his nerve. Penn was still twitching and stuttering but the guy doesn't seemed to bad….he was not sure…. He couldn't trust anyone yet. "I-I-I ju-st…n-not u-u-used to-to pe-op-le…." He admitted a=that but he was to admitting that he was afraid of guys yet…it might weird the guy out.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Eh, I'm not a big fan of people either." Edward walks over to the kitchen area, "Hope you don't mind the equipment taking up a lot of your leg room at the desk." He opens the fridge and looks through the food they were provided with, "If your hungry I can make us something to eat." He pulls out a couple ingredients and turns on the stove and walks over to Penn while remembering to keep his distance, "How's Spaghetti sound?"</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer nodded her head. 'Awwwwww What a poor little baby. He's so cute with his stuttering. You have to become friends with this one. The poor wee lamb' Kikka chimed in Winifer's head very interested. 'Actually I don't have to do anything Kikka, but he does seem nice' Winifer thought trying her best to still look as though she was paying attention to what was it again..Bride. Yes Bride. Winifer thought about how strange a nickname that was before Bride mentioned the schools beauty. "Yeah,.....It's pretty" Winifer replied nodding slightly. 'Really Winni thats it. You need to interact better thats just not gonna cut it' Kikka warned ready to meddle. "So...where are you from" Winifer asked hoping to appease Kikka.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride couldn't help but to smile back, when he though about the school was really pretty…a bit more flowers and it would be wonderful but it was pretty. When Winnifer asked about where he was form he stopped smiling for a second, he had a hard life before…. Hospital, break ups, divorces in the family…it was a mess but he tired to be positive about things and gave a small smile. "I-I am from h-ere…but stu-died in a-nother school…I had to tra-nsfer…. My m-mom owns a flower s-h-shop near here." He answered, giving just a brief tale of how he got to Orean. "What a-about you?...I-if you m-mind me a-sking…" Bride couldn't stop stuttering, it a part of his sickness he had as a kid and that was the side affect of it. Penn Penn somehow laughed da bit, it was small laugh but still laugh, one thing in common…that's good. Edward… he tired to avoid thinking about twilight for a second…the movie ruined the name for him. "P-penn…" He said back, he looked on the equipment the guy had….he had a lot of techy stuff for sure but it didn't mind him just have a table and he is good…and some instant ramen. "I-It f-fine…j-just ne-need a d-desk th-that's all… oh y-you can coo-cook?..co-cool...t-that b-be ni-nice..." he slowly interacting with Edward but still avoided any contact form there, and if he stayed a good amount of distance its good enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise She laughed a bit at the way Monsieur le Blond almost went the entirely wrong way, and then followed him towards the building. That seemed to be a strange conversation, as Marci only heard Aaron speak, and not his sister. What was having siblings even like? They seemed to argue about the whole 'morning' and 'map' thing before they finished the call. Marcia assumed that Aaron obtained the directions, and so they were finally allowed to get to the dorms. Well, they could have gone anyways, this way was just going to be much faster than running around the dormitory looking for room 211. In no time, they had gotten to the dorm room. 211 was indeed the number Marci saw besides the door to the room. She decided to be polite, and said, whilst knocking on the door to be sure that her roommate were in there and would answer. "Thank you, Monsieur! You have helped me, I vill be sure to repay you one day!" Marci took a cookie wrapped in paper towels, and took the paper towels off before biting into it. Her bags and suitcases were set behind her, and she was ready to step in whenever her new roommate decided to answer the door.</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Glad ya like it, you can expect food like that every day now." Edward finished off the Spaghetti in silence and afterwards went towards his computer, "Now, if you don't mind, my fans expect another video from me today, and don't question what I just said, we have a deal." Edward turned towards the computer and put on his headphones, "Hey Guys, I know you are probably expecting another game today but I've decided to just talk to you guys for a few minutes to update ya. My roommate seems pretty cool and I don't think he'll tell anyone who I am, besides I have something to hold over his head so he won't talk." Edward walks over to Penn, "Would you like to say Hi to the fans, don't worry I have a voice modulator so no one will realize who you are."</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn ate the spaghetti also in silence but he didn't finish it, he was already full after just eating half of it. He put the plate back down on the table; since Edward was nice enough to cook food at least he should help. "I-I will clean u-up…"He stood up as Edward when back to his computer to do some video stuff…fans…he did want to question it but Penn decided to let it be, done anger the devil and who knows how a person can act when they angry, he tested before and it didn't work well for him at all. It was weird hearing Edward talk to people who weren't there, like some crazy people would do but then again….he draws yaoi that's another thing that is kind of weird. Penn had to take note though on why he was making videos, he heard of commentators but only though of them as people with no real jobs. Maybe he should not say that to him…. And he said something about holding something against him…shit that made things worst, what does the guy know? Did he look at his work? Paranoia filled him. He should really keep quiet now…As he was about to clean up Edward asked him if he would like to say hi to his fans. This was an obvious answer. "ah-ah…. N-no t-thanks…" he stepped back, avoiding to do anything with his fans or videos.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews The walk to the dorm was enough to get Aaron fully awake and by now he was his usual self. After hearing Marci say she owed him a favor Aaron let out a little chuckle with a smile, "Pssh, no problem. But hey if you want maybe we all can hang out today? You, me, and my sister? Maybe grab some drinks or maybe mess around here at school?" It had been a while since Aaron last saw Jessie. The last time the two of them were together was after she and Kate's band had that big gig over the summer, mostly because Aaron was doing his own thing. . Looking back it was quite a fun time. After their performance the band went through the city just going wild. "Come to think of it I think we had to bail because someone called the cops on us...killjoys", he thought before bringing his attention back to the now. "Hey Jess, long time no see, how's it goin'?".</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Hm. This 'Arun' they speak of, is this the monsieur that lead her to her dorm? That seemed like it would be correct, so she just assumed that- "Oh! That sounds like fun, though I have something to finish up." putain merde cul grossier stupide blondes baise Ich schwöre, sie werden nach diesen Süßigkeiten shanked werden sind gut und weg As I was saying, she grabbed her bags, and head to a desk. She took out some snacks she gathered from a place that sold a good amount of pastries, and looked over them. Her raspberry truffle tart seemed to be still intact! Hooray! Keeping to herself for the evening was turning out to be a decent idea, as now she could try out the foods she had been meaning to get to for weeks now! She got out her fork and knife, cut out a small piece of said tart, and tried it. Fucking aces. This was the reason why she loved sweet foods.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Doesn't seem like he wants to talk," Kronshi went back over to the computer and talked a bit about some upcoming projects and the like and then signed off. "Ok, edit out the part with Penn talking, even the fact that my roommate is shy could give people a hint to who I am." Edward edited the video and uploaded it to Youtube, thankfully due to his computer skills this took no time at all. "So I'm going to go for a walk, need to get outside sometime or I'll get fat off of my food, I mean sure it is low-calorie but any calorie can make you chub if you don't work it off. That should give you enough time to be alone and do your thing without me bothering you, as was our agreement, I don't mess with your pictures, you don't talk about my work. See ya later." With that Edward walked out the door, 'God, that guy is shy, I wonder what he's hiding. Eh, it doesn't matter as long as he keeps quite that I'm Kronshi.'</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie fixed her hair and looked at the ground for a moment. When she looked back up her eyes met Aaron's. "It has been a long time hasn't it, last time was .....summer..or..time,yeah, But uhm no yeah I'm doing-everything is awesome, like so great" Jessie got out to the best of her ability. The whole thing didn't come off to bad it mostly seemed like she was thinking about something else and was loosing focus. 'Nice Jessie.....That was.....really nice' Jessie criticized herself. Jessie turned her attention away from Aaron just so she could think for a minuet. "Wasn't there a mention of like a party later. Unless I heard wrong" Jessie suggested thinking back to the opening speech."We should all go to that" Jessie finished gaining back some of her calm. She hoped the awkwardness she carries would go away. She was sure it was just because Jessie hadn't seen him in a while. After a day of hanging out Jessie would calm down. She was sure. Really really sure. Really not so much but hey lets hope for the best sure.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn nodded, letting Edward do whatever he wanted to, he cleaned the dishes and put away the leftovers in the fridge for later. He made sure that he wasn't really there at all, being quiet, avoiding eye contact and that such. After Edward left after saying something about doing your own thing Penn let a sigh of relief, threw his arms in the air and shouted. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" He can finally breathe again, no one was there and it seemed like paradise to him now. No guys or people to scare him or make him freak out. It was utter paradise for Penn. Then what made it better is that Vowcalled him ewhich made hm feel better. "Hi P-" "VOW!! I Miss you!! I don't want to be here!! Let me go!!" Penn begged, he did not need school; he can earn money for himself. "No. You need it, anyway I am hear to tell you about the draft, its been moved to Saturday so you more time now." "Great!!" "Wait on that though…You got an interview tomorrow…meeting at that school…good luck MicoMico. No worries, I am sure no one will find out." The he hanged up, Penn utterly shock wanted to cry, he didn't want to mix work with this now…interview great. "Why you do this to me…" Penn sighed as he got his folder and began to draw the chapter he was working on. He can work in peace now.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Hearing Jessie mention the party jogged Kate's memory, "Oh yeah I forgot about that, Aaron you're coming right?" Kate only asked because she knew Aaron wasn't one to stick around school longer than he had to. Hopefully the promise of a party would be enough to get him to stay. "I don't know, maybe", Aaron replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately Aaron had to make a choice, he could either go to the party or go to "The Cave". The Cave was an underground skate park, by underground meaning it was where degenerative individuals placed bets on skateboard races, loud music played, and the general vibe of the place was "illegal". While Aaron wasn't the kind of guy to do anything horribly illegal he did have a reckless sense of adventure which got him into trouble a lot. "What do you mean maybe? Everyone at school is going to be there, I thought you liked parties?", Aaron's response confused Kate. The only tme he's passed up going to parties was to...of course. "You're going to that shady skate park aren't you", she said with an eyebrow raised. While Aaron was old enough to think for himself Kate couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for him. "So what I am it's no big deal, I'll be fine" "You know that place is filled with creeps right" "I can take care of myself" "Uh huh, sure. C'mon forget that place, be with friends, have some real fun", Kate grabbed both Jessie and Aaron by the arms and the three of them were bunched together somewhat awkwardly. "Alright, Alright, I'll go to the party...then The Cave. Yo Jess, you comin with?", Aaron asked. If he was going to go he might as well bring someone with him, it'd be a kind of after party. Plus it'd be good chance to catch up on old times since he figured the actual party would be more about the now instead of back then.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Jessie Jessie grew a little smirk. "Yeah why not it can't be that bad right" Jessie laughed out. She had missed this. The two of them bickering, and Jessie just enjoying the ride. Jessie wondered about their other band mates. They hadn't met in a few weeks with the new change of schools, and the way a certain singer had been acting lately had put a negative air over the wholes group. Jessie was sure it was just a phase. It happened every now and again they got through things like this before. She was sure they would again. Jessie looked over Aaron's shoulder to see Kates roomate munching on something that looked truly delicious. "So while we're waiting for the party to start what should we do" Jessie asked. She then tiptoed over to the girl. "Maybe we could all go get something sweet to eat off campus" Jessie suggested to the girl looking over her shoulder as she seemed to be rather engrossed in her pastry.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Well, it seemed that one of Kate's friends guessed how to make Marci pay attention to them. When someone mentioned 'sweet,' 'sweets,' 'candy,' 'ice cream,' 'snowball,' 'danish,' 'tart,' 'pie,' 'cookie,' or 'pastry' in their sentence they had their attention. Marci turned around to see Kate's friend, and said, "Oh, really? I haven't tried many places around here, zat seems interesting! Ah, I zink I forgot to mention my name, and I shan't be rude, so my name is Marcia Germano. You can call me Marci, for short. And yours...?" She asked. She knew Kate, she knew Arun, (or was it Aaron? No, too obvious) but she did not know this girl, as she wasn't paying much attention to their conversation. She thought her name started with a J... Jessie, maybe? It seems like a common English name for girls... No. Too obvious. lrn2smrtameriplebs</s>
<\|description\|>Adrianne Elouise "Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad." Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one. Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people! Age: 19 Sex: Maybe Female. Job: Student. Powers: None. Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard. Personality: Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast HOWEVER She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around. She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes. Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting. Hobbies: Killing bugs. Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT? Eli lived normally. She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc. She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse. People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her. She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Words and phrases. "Fuck." "Shit." "Hell no." "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy." "Get out." There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em. If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to. Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people. Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people. Theme song: I can't find one ;-; Clubs: None. Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn was dead… his roommate who is a guy, which he feared the most of was on top of him and was sleeping… he wanted to cry, no in fact he was crying but he did it silently, he shook in fear violently, trying to repress those awful memories of the past. He wanted to forget them but in his situation he couldn't all he can do is lay there. "H-h-he-help…" He cried out weakly, hoping just hoping something can save him from this nightmare. He did try pushing Edward off but he was to heavy to do so. He was stuck and no way out.</s> <\|message\|>David Miller DAVID! David walked into the party, he was feeling pumped. The vodka in his jacket may have had something to do with that. Well the party was active he decided it was a good enough distraction for him to spike the punch. His last school had the idea to keep the drinks in their containers to prevent spiking, it helped but didn't stop it. David casually walked over to the punch and poured some of the vodka into it, it was strong so he figured he didn't need much. After that all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the fireworks. Hunter! Punch sounded good to Hunter right now. "Ya I'm open for some punch!" This place was different, not sure how yet...But Hunter liked it. He walked over to the punch bowl and grabbed a cup, though after his first sip he stopped, not only did it taste...strange...it reacted...he felt the current run through it like...something else... "Is this school prone to spiked punch?" Hunter would ask Iyo.</s> <\|message\|>N/A Revan "You know I've a talent with words and persuasion, so I can probably get them to follow you like chicks to a hen if I really wanted to. But yeah, yeah, I'll come over, if I'm sober. . . and awake. . . and I feel like it . . . and don't have a buxom blonde in the bed with me when I wake up. If you have some dinner with me, you can make sure all of the above happen, perhaps you'd be interested in taking the blonde's place?" Revan gave his co-worker a charming, appropriately devilish grin, looking rather smug as always. Even if Delilah turned him down, it was no skin of his bones, it wasn't like picking up women was hard for him and he had an eternity to sleep with another immortal, so he was in no real rush. Looking over to the punch bowl, he saw one kid pour some vodka into the punch bowl. Now what he should've done is draw attention to the boy and kick his ass out, but what he was going to do was sit back and let the chaos unfold. He was the security guard, and thus, the most likely person that people would come to in this situation. So if any of them wanted to ruin the fun, he'd just convince them to forget about it. Xavier Having left Aleida at his dorm, using her magic usually assuring that she'd be out for the rest of the night, and Alex somewhere he couldn't remember, Xavier came to the party dressed in his nicest clothes, a dress shirt, a jacket, some clean blue jeans, and a new pair of sneakers. Yeah, him and his dad never really ended up in places where nice clothes were essential, required, or even favored. Walking up to the punch bowl, he nervously got himself a cup full and quickly downed it without tasting it, surprised to find that their was alcohol in it. And strong stuff as well, though Xavier was pretty much unaffected by it, having been almost raised on alcohol his whole life, or at least since he was 6. It had stopped having an overly adverse effect on him when he turned 12, and he was able to outdrink almost anyone with relative ease. The only people who had managed to beat him were his Dad, every single time, and surprisingly enough, Aleida. It had been a few nights ago, where his dad had cranked out some casks of vodka he had acquired from somewhere, challenging the two of them to a drinking contest, Now, having been raised like this, he saw no harm in letting Aleida join in and soon the 3 of them began to drink like no tomorrow. When he woke up the following morning, he saw Aleida tapped to the ceiling fan and his dad passed out in exhaustion. Apparently, after round 120, where Xavier had to call the quits and faint, Revan and Allie had kept going until round 415, where Allie was dead-drunk and started using her powers willy-nilly, firing off bolts of energy, fire, wind, lighting, you name it as she pranced around the room(which she expanded to be the size of a football field), with Revan chasing after her. Soon, having enough, he just wrapped her up in duct tape, then taped her to the ceiling fan, where she spent the rest of the night making a breeze to spin herself around before she finally fainted. When she woke up, she had to go pee really badly, but that was a story for another day, one that is hopefully far away. "Good punch, needs something else to give it some more kick, though." he commented to no one in particular, getting himself another cup full. Awesome</s> <\|message\|>Ion Hinotoru Iyo Awesome Iyo went towards the punch and poured himself a cup, sipping it while Hunter talked. He did notice the taste and that he was really mad. "OH MY GOD! YOU IDOIT!!" He shouted as he though the one who spiked the punch was his bog bro twin idiot Hana. "He does this every time!!! I tell him to stop but noOooOOO! He has to do this thing again! Ugh!" He shouted ay the air with frustration, believing that Hana has done his pranks once more but Iyo being so mad he drank more of the punch without care of the alcohol. He turned back to Hunter and another guy saying the punch needed a kick to it more. The thing is though that Iyo was light so any alcohol at all…well… "SHhoo STthhupid! I Hwaattee Yoouuu Haaaana!! " He became a drunken mess easily... Iyo drank more of the punch, complete drunk after a couple of sips. He swayed around and nearly tripped on his own. "Haannaaa wwhhyy…" Hana Awesome Hana looked at the punch again and noticed….someone just spiked it…the guy just spiked the punch…He was going to do that…. "You…fucker…" He growled, no one ever steals his thunder; he had been doing the prank since he got to high school. And if that guy steals it...He walked away form the girl and towards the guy who just spiked it and grabbed him from the collar of his shirt. Though it looked kind of funny who a 5'8 guy was threating a 6 foot guy but Hana was surely angry. His Yankees knew how mad Hana can get and made sure they don't stop him and if they did well they never really want to talk about it. "You spiked the punch heh…Well look here kid…" He stepped back and then quickly pushed him onto the floor causing a lot of people to turn to him and the guy. Hana curled his hands to a fist and seemed ready to pounce. Giving out a smile that said you are dead on it made things seemed worse. "No one does that but me…" Then throwing a punch at him.</s>	<\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise "I don't think they know the recipe. Or maybe it's in some website that's only in German, I dunno." Marci said, thinking of the reasons why. Why wouldn't they want to make cakes with those delicious malt balls in them, that'd be a good idea, wouldn't it? They'd get a lot of money from Marci for it too! The eye-person, who went by the name of Graiai apparently, seemed like a nice girl. Maybe people looked away from the girl because of the eye she carried around? That would mean that they were terrified of eyes that were carried around by a girl who looked to belong in a game shooting bullets at other little girls be in her highschool years. That sounded kind of dumb. Maybe people don't like seeing eyes not on a living whatever's head? Maybe I'm going too in-depth with this stupid topic about eyes? Yes. "Oh, hello, Graiai! My name is Marci Germanoo, it's nice to meet you." Of course, Marci could be the only one with sweets in this school, so she would have to take whatever the pink-haired girl had that was sweet to be the crowned queen of sweets. She would then have to murder that Iyo kid to get his milkshakes and be the crowned queen of milkshakes, feared by all milkshake drinkers and sweet lovers. The perfect plan. Then, Marci- "Nope. No nude fantasies of me in your sketchbook." Was zum Teufel hast du einfach nur Ficken Antwort Über mich du kleine Schlampe Ich muss dich wissen lassen Ich GRADUIERT Spitze meiner Klasse in der NAVY SEALS und ich habe in zahlreichen SECRET RAIDS BETEILIGT AN Al Kaida und ICH ÜBER 300 BESTÄTIGT TÖTUNGEN ich in GORILLA Kriegsführung ausgebildet und ich bin der TOP SNIPER IN DER GESAMTEN US-Streitkräfte Du bist nichts für mich, aber nur einer anderen TARGET ich SIE WIPE the fuck out mit der Präzision die gerne von denen IST NIE GESEHEN VOR AUF DIESER ERDE MARK mein verdammtes Wörter, die Sie denken, Sie können sich zu sagen, dass die Scheiße, MICH DENKEN WIEDER FUCKER wie wir sprechen Ich kontaktiere MY SECRET NETZWERK VON SPIES WELTWEIT ERHALTEN UND IHRE POSITION gefolgt wird, JETZT ALSO Vorbereitung besser DER STURM MAGGOT Der Sturm, DER KLÄGLICH Kleinigkeit SIE RUFEN SIE IHR LEBEN SIE VERDAMMT DEAD KID ICH KANN überall zu jeder Zeit und ich kann Ihnen IN als siebenhundert WEGE zu töten, und das ist nur mit meinen bloßen Händen NICHT NUR ICH umfassend geschult WIPES IN waffenlosen Kampf, aber ich habe Zugriff auf das gesamte Arsenal der United States Marine Corps und ich werde es in vollem Umfang, UM wischen Sie Ihre MISERABLE ASS aus dem Gesicht des Kontinents SIE KLEINE SCHEISSE, WENN NUR SIE KONNTEN bekannt, was UNHOLY VERGELTUNG HABEN IHRE LITTLE "CLEVER" KOMMENTAR wollte stürzen auf dich vielleicht möchten GEHALTEN HABEN deine verdammte Zunge aber man konnte nicht Sie nicht und jetzt sind Sie zahlen den Preis SIE Hippie-IDIOT I WILL SCHEISSE FURY alle über euch und ihr werdet ertrinken in IT SIE VERDAMMT DEAD KIDDO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i swear all of these people interrupt my narration. if you interrupt this amazing narration i will murder you personally. personally.</s>
<\|description\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson Appearance: Nickname: None Species: Human Age: 16 Sex: Male Job: Student Powers: None Weaknesses: Not sure if it would be considered a weakness but he is allergic to cats Personality: Usually a quite kid, Edward spends his days avoiding people, getting his classes over with although he really enjoys science and math, and heading to his dorm. At night though, he gets on his computer and becomes almost the exact opposite, he is social, gets excited and angered easily, and is known to rage at a large extent when games don't go his way. Skills: Gaming, Coding, Computer Stuff in General, and Cooking Hobbies: Gaming, Making videos, and Cooking Background: Edward grew up with technology, always trying to find out more about it and how he can make the computer work for him. He eventually got really into gaming and used it as a way to make friends and relieve stress. He started making videos of his gameplay under the alias of Kronshi. He never shows his face in these videos and so nobody knows who he is. Edward began making money off of these videos and has used it to afford all sorts of computer equipment and games as well as tuition into Orean Cause. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optionals: Is a natural genius in science and math but due to his extreme lack of abilities in other subjects (especially English) he couldn't apply for a scholarship. Likes: Video-Games, cats even though he is allergic to them, cooking, science, math, chess, and Autumn. Dislikes: Winter (too cold), Spring (messes with allergies), Summer (too hot), all animals except for cats, games that work on luck instead of strategy, people watching due his work, people asking him how he did the work, people trying to be social with him, people in general, and seafood. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride turned to the person who answered his question, it was a girl still taller than him…he was quite short. "O-oh…okay t-thanks.." he bowed his head, showing thanks to the person, she must be new too since she was near the tour group. She introduced herself as Winnifer, it was a cute name….reminded him of some plant he called Winnie when he was young. He missed that plant...sad it had to die after his surgery. "Oh…I-I am Lavender….b-but you can call me B-bride." He gave a small smile the girl and shook he hand lightly, he wanted to make some new friends and she was really nice to him so he had to be nice a s well. He was not sure what to say next, he looked around wondering what to say. "uuhh.h….t-the s-school l-looks nice…" it's a start… Iyo@Remipa Awesome Iyo continued to dance his heart out, his dance members were sure getting a lot of people interested in the dance club with all of his dancing though he did a sugar break. Once the music stop he looked at his club mates and waved them off for a sugar break. "Be back! Need some sugar in my system!!" He waved them off as he went way form the crowd, he took out a chocolate bar, a packet of skittles, a mars bar and three chocolate chip cookies form his bag for his small sugar break. He ate the skittle pretty quick, as he loved the sugary feel. ""'mmmmmnnn……sugar!!" he sat down by the fountain to continue his sugar craze snack time. Iyo noticed a boy throwing a coin in the fountain, weird…wasting money on that…. He could have bought a candy with it! "Hmmm…. Social itme?" he said out loud to the guy, wondering what the heck he is talking about as he ate one cookie. Penn Penn was nervous to see his roommate pick up the papers but he didn't look at them, not that one thing he can be relaxed on. "N-no it-s fi-n-e…." He stuttered out, trying to give some distance with the guy. "t-thanks…" He still continued to avoid contact with the guy, he felt really small, not because he was quite small form the guy but the fact he had to self-confidence at all. He got a small watermelon candy form his pocket and ate it, it sort of help him calm down with scenarios like these but just a tiny bit. He sucked on the artificial flavored candy, trying to calm his nerve. Penn was still twitching and stuttering but the guy doesn't seemed to bad….he was not sure…. He couldn't trust anyone yet. "I-I-I ju-st…n-not u-u-used to-to pe-op-le…." He admitted a=that but he was to admitting that he was afraid of guys yet…it might weird the guy out.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Eh, I'm not a big fan of people either." Edward walks over to the kitchen area, "Hope you don't mind the equipment taking up a lot of your leg room at the desk." He opens the fridge and looks through the food they were provided with, "If your hungry I can make us something to eat." He pulls out a couple ingredients and turns on the stove and walks over to Penn while remembering to keep his distance, "How's Spaghetti sound?"</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer Winifer nodded her head. 'Awwwwww What a poor little baby. He's so cute with his stuttering. You have to become friends with this one. The poor wee lamb' Kikka chimed in Winifer's head very interested. 'Actually I don't have to do anything Kikka, but he does seem nice' Winifer thought trying her best to still look as though she was paying attention to what was it again..Bride. Yes Bride. Winifer thought about how strange a nickname that was before Bride mentioned the schools beauty. "Yeah,.....It's pretty" Winifer replied nodding slightly. 'Really Winni thats it. You need to interact better thats just not gonna cut it' Kikka warned ready to meddle. "So...where are you from" Winifer asked hoping to appease Kikka.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride couldn't help but to smile back, when he though about the school was really pretty…a bit more flowers and it would be wonderful but it was pretty. When Winnifer asked about where he was form he stopped smiling for a second, he had a hard life before…. Hospital, break ups, divorces in the family…it was a mess but he tired to be positive about things and gave a small smile. "I-I am from h-ere…but stu-died in a-nother school…I had to tra-nsfer…. My m-mom owns a flower s-h-shop near here." He answered, giving just a brief tale of how he got to Orean. "What a-about you?...I-if you m-mind me a-sking…" Bride couldn't stop stuttering, it a part of his sickness he had as a kid and that was the side affect of it. Penn Penn somehow laughed da bit, it was small laugh but still laugh, one thing in common…that's good. Edward… he tired to avoid thinking about twilight for a second…the movie ruined the name for him. "P-penn…" He said back, he looked on the equipment the guy had….he had a lot of techy stuff for sure but it didn't mind him just have a table and he is good…and some instant ramen. "I-It f-fine…j-just ne-need a d-desk th-that's all… oh y-you can coo-cook?..co-cool...t-that b-be ni-nice..." he slowly interacting with Edward but still avoided any contact form there, and if he stayed a good amount of distance its good enough.</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise She laughed a bit at the way Monsieur le Blond almost went the entirely wrong way, and then followed him towards the building. That seemed to be a strange conversation, as Marci only heard Aaron speak, and not his sister. What was having siblings even like? They seemed to argue about the whole 'morning' and 'map' thing before they finished the call. Marcia assumed that Aaron obtained the directions, and so they were finally allowed to get to the dorms. Well, they could have gone anyways, this way was just going to be much faster than running around the dormitory looking for room 211. In no time, they had gotten to the dorm room. 211 was indeed the number Marci saw besides the door to the room. She decided to be polite, and said, whilst knocking on the door to be sure that her roommate were in there and would answer. "Thank you, Monsieur! You have helped me, I vill be sure to repay you one day!" Marci took a cookie wrapped in paper towels, and took the paper towels off before biting into it. Her bags and suitcases were set behind her, and she was ready to step in whenever her new roommate decided to answer the door.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Cool, I'll get started on the Spaghetti then (I edited the post to make it longer, but yours still fits with it)", Edward walked back over the kitchen and put on an apron. He pulled out a pot and started boiling some water and breaking the noodles. "So what's with the pictures if you don't mind me asking? He glanced over at Penn to make sure he wasn't bothered by the question.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn hadn't had any spaghetti in a long time, he only been eating instant noodles, microwave pizza and Chinese take out food and he barely ate anything, no wonder why he was a stick. His stomach growled, he hadn't ate anything since the yesterday only because of work, he loved and hated it. "oh…y-yum….on-ly b-been eat-ting take-ou-t…" Penn though was sort of shock as the guy asked about the drawings he made, he didn't want to admit that he was a famous yaoi artist but what else he can say? "No-nothing…u-uhh…j-just….pri-priva-te stuff…" He took out his phone and waited to see if Vow will text him, a next would defiantly call him down.</s> <\|message\|>N/A Xavier and Aleida Xavier, having already been given a similar talking to by the Headmistress when he was being told about the school, was already at the dorms and was currently looking for Aleida. She had managed to give him the slip again, and he had no idea where to find her. As people approached the dorms, he heard shouts of pain and confusion coming from the groups, causing him to sigh. Dammit, she's poking people with her invisible horn again! Taking a moment to curse his luck, he ran in the direction of the sounds, looking around frantically for the culprit. "Allie," he said in a harsh whisper, getting increasingly frustrated as he tried to locate her, "God dammit, stop hiding and show yourself. If you don't come out right now, No more Chocolate Ice cream for a week. You hear me, I mean it!!" While he was doing that, Aleida was sneaking away, ignoring everything that Xavier said. She knew that he wouldn't be able to follow through with any of his threats, he was too much of a softie for that. Instead she walked over to two pretty girls hat were talking to each other, pulling on the skirt of the dark haired one and giving her a smile. "Hello. My name's Aleida Lyone, and it's very nice to meet you." She gave a clumsy curtsy as she introduced herself, as she was a white sundress. "I'm a magical dragon, so can I grant you a wish, please?" Aleida gave the dark haired girl a devastingly adorable puppy dog look, hoping she would take her seriously. Everyone else she had asked had made fun of her, so she had poked them with her horn, not that they knew that.</s> <\|message\|>Winifer May Poe Winifer felt a tug at her skirt right as she was about to reply to Bride. Winifer turned around to find a small girl in a sundress. She claimed she was a dragon or something. 'Is she serious' Winifer asked Kikka. 'Oh yeah she's serious. thats a silver dragon they grant wishes' Kikka explain. Winifer nodded slightly. She sank to her knees to get on the things level. "My only wish is to know your ....hmmm favorite color" Winifer replied with a small smile making sure to be extra kind to the small child.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "That's fine, I won't question your drawings as long as you tell nobody about what I do on that computer, I have secrets too." Edward reaches in the fridge and pulls out tomato paste, just to make a face, put it back, and grab tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and some seasonings. "I hate that processed stuff, I prefer to make my own sauce, your not allergic to any of this are you?" He asks as he chops up the vegetables and starts making his sauce.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Bride Bride was in shock, there was a little girl who said she was a dragon….she maybe playing pretend but granting wishes…if only that was a true thing. Thought the little girl was really cute, like super cute so Bride had to giggle in how cute she is and he playing pretend. He wished he would play pretend as a kid but then again he was a sick child. "Wis-hes-? Th-at s-oun-ds fu-n… " He did the same and lowered down to the girls height. "If y-you can gr-ant w-wishes then can yo-u f-ind m-e my prin-ce charming?" Bride joked but him voice made seemed he wasn't joking at all. He knew he could never find his prince charming unless he goes for it…no white horse or happy ever after. "y-you are c-cute.." He did have toe ay the girl was really cute. Penn Penn now did wonder what was the guy doing with his computer, he looked like he was recording something but he never really bother to see it… "D-Do-n't w-e all ha-ve se-cre-ts?" Its true, he is afraid of men, a famous mangaka and in a protection program…. Secrets and he hated them very much, maybe he can get out the program when they catch his dad…that would make things so much better on him. "O-h noth-ing, I do-n't eat mu-ch…it ge-ts in the -way…" He sighed and sat down on the couch, arranging his work. Penn was not good company, he can never really talk.</s>	<\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Yeah I guess you're right, everyone's hiding something." Edward mixes in all the ingredients for the sauce, "Glad to hear you're not allergic to anything, I don't think you could truly enjoy it if I had to take anything out." He finishes with the sauce and places it on the stove to heat up. "Soo, while we wait on the noodles is there anything you want to talk about, Penn?"</s>
<\|description\|>Catherine Macbeth --- Nickname: (predictably) Lady Macbeth, Catherine the "Great", Cath Age: 18, in vampire years. Unknown in actual years. Species: Vampire Nationality: British Sex: Female Job: Student Powers Leeching Energy - Catherine can utilize life-stealing energies to dish out the hurt to her opponents while accelerating her healing processes in turn. Main form of attack. Domination - While still possible to resist, Catherine's words can sway people to do her bidding. Domination is used more frequently in mundane activities, such as making someone fetch the Mountain Dew from the refigerator or grab a Doritos from the store. If more energy is put into, the effect is stronger. Regeneration - Naturally as a vampire, Catherine can regenerate quickly as to even regrowing an entire limb in a week and a half. The process is accelerated with Leeching Energy. Shapeshifting - Catherine can shift forms between a crow, a bat, a cat, and her normal human self. She is most commonly seen as a crow, and more commonly seen shapeshifted rather than human (just to play with people, but also to move around more easily). Also brings along clothes, so no worries on popping up nude. Weaknesses Garlic in large doses, direct sunlight which kills her in 5 hours of continuous full-body exposure (carries a parasol to shield her from such, also tells other people it's "photodermatitis" if they don't know she's a vampire yet), stake to the heart, holy water ingestion, holy items, and slightly greater thirst for blood in comparison to other vampires. Personality Catherine is a careless, laid-back person who believes the world is hers to manipulate. She is known to exploit both physical and personal weaknesses for her own benefit, and will make any attempt at discovering them during introductions. While not utterly evil to the point of villainy, Catherine will take any chances, even bringing a person, the entire school, or even the entire world to fall on their knees and recognize her supremacy. But for the most part, Catherine is fairly even-keel, and will mostly be chill. Skills -Deception -Playing most wind instruments -Analyzing personalities Hobbies -Play her preferred wind instruments: the trombone and the clarinet. -Roaming around in her animal forms -Watching whatever's on TV -Manipulating people to her whim Background Both of her parents were vampires, and all of her grandparents were, and so on and so forth. She's the product of a convergence of the Macbeth and the Walterham lineages, which both predate far back to the Classical Era. Her father died a few months after her birth due to vampire hunters, leaving her to the care of her grandparents while her mother provided financial support. Things have gone fairly as Catherine grew. While her grandparents provided her knowledge about vampirism, she ultimately trained herself to use the privileges of a vampire that humans don't have and safeguard her weaknesses, which continues to this day (albeit Catherine is getting a bit more lazy about it). Because of her slow aging rate, Catherine was only enrolled in school once every few years, until recently where she have aged to a mature enough appearance to continue studying and not raise too much suspicion. Rumors about Orean Cause and its affinity with magicians that she heard from vampires caught Catherine's interest, leading to her enrollment here. Other -Catherine has a knack for classy fashion and dons them in most occasions. -Occasionally, Catherine will use seduction in her exploits, and the full view of her figure is quite interesting: -Casual wear: -Catherine orders blood regularly from human cattle raisers, which arrive in bottles disguised as red wine. -Obligatory leitmotif. Montagues and Capulets</s> <\|message\|>Ekaterina Ozerova Romanovna Katya It hadn't taken Katya long to become lost in her own little world as she surfed the net and with the becoming unaware of what was going on around her and the passage of time. This was abruptly ended when some boy came crashing into the dorm making enough noise to wake the dead. The sudden noise caused Katya quite a fright nearly make her jump out of her body. Watching the boy closely Katya was unsure as to why he was here feeling a little wary of him, given his loud entrance. It was only as she was she might want to move off the bed as there was sugar on it and as he called her roomie asking if she wanted anything as heading out to get groceries. For a moment Katya froze the realization baffling the girl. "He's my roommate?!?!" she thought none of the information the school had given said she'd be have a male roommate only that the dorms where co-ed so she knew there was a chance but never really thought she'd get one. The fact she did actually have a male roommate filled Katya with a mix of emotions and made her wonder if her father had anything to do with this or if it was just fate. Either way this was not something she had been expecting and even for her this would be hard to accept. It was then Katya remembered he asked if she want anything. "No thank you." She quickly stated as she climbed of the bed she was lying on and on to the other one, sitting on the end looking at the boy. Part of her did want take her up on his offer but she needed to go investigate the shops herself which was something she had planned for tomorrow. Still watching the boy Katya felt herself frown thinking if the boy was going to like this he'd quickly drive her mad maybe she'd have mess with him while in her spirit from as payback. "Also when you be walking thought door please not so loud you startled me… that can lead to complication I thinking you not be wanting to deal with. Not trying to be rude… but you entrance just now I surprised you didn't wake the dead with it." Katya stated going back to her laptop having said that she had lost all interest in her roommate for the moment although she'd be keeping an eye on him for a while given she didn't know the boy and unlike Xavier who she took a liking too straight away. Katya wasn't fond of this boy at this time simply due to his loud entrance.</s> <\|message\|>Aaron Matthews Aaron and Kathryn Kate couldn't sleep, the realization that school would begin tomorrow kept her awake. It wasn't that she dreaded going to school for in fact it was quite the opposite. The main reason Kate was at Orean was so that she'd learn more about her gifts and her people, and the only thing standing in her way was time. She got up from her bed and shuffled around the dorm, at one point she grabbed a poptart and desspite her best efforts to eat it like a civilized individual she instead devoured the pastry within seconds. Afterwards she received an idea which wouldn't make the time go faster but make its passing less monotonous. Kate grabbed a hoodie from amongst her other clothes and headed outside to the forest near campus. At the same time Aaron was just about to exit his dorm but was stopped by his newly discovered roommate. "Yeah, sorry about the noise. Today has been a real pain. Get it?...never mind", Aaron hung his head low in embarrassment as he rushed out the door. On his way towards the campus exit Aaron caught by chance a glimpse of Kate as she headed into the forests nearby. "What's she up to?", he wondered before following her to a nearby forest clearing. Aaron had known Kate for a long time and he knew what she was doing when she sat in the grass. What he wanted to know was why she was doing this. "Uhh, what are you doing?", he asked after sneaking up right behind her. The sudden sound of a voice caused Kate to spring forward and away from the source. Turning around she was surprised and relieved to find it was just Aaron, "Naraan, Aaron! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here, anyway?". Aaron simply shrugged he shoulders as he approached saying, "I was going to ask you the same thing". "I couldn't sleep, I was hoping to pass the time here. And you? What's got you out?" "My dorm needs food, I was going to go get some. Wanna come?" "No thanks, I think I'll just relax here for a bit" "Alright, see ya tomorrow I guess", Aaron turned back and headed towards Orean. In a matter of moments he disappeared into the foliage and Kate turned back towards the forest interior. Sitting down once again she made a connection with the plant life. Unlike before where she was only able to see events unfolding at campus, in the forest she could see for miles, her consciousness travelling across the vast expanse of plant life as she explored the wilderness free from danger. Kate watched as the nocturnal creatures of the forest scurried about unaware they were being observed by her. It was here that she felt most comfortable, not necessarily in the network but in the wilds where her kin were meant to be.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Matthias Anthony Davidson "Yeah, I remember these as well. Really old show. My favorite was always the black power ranger." Edward looked over and saw that Penn actually looked calm for once. "Huh, you calm down when the world around you disappears." Edward thought for a moment and then got an idea on how to help Penn with his anxiety. Tomorrow, I want to try an idea, I think you'll like it." He turned up the volume and then laid back in the couch. He relaxed and thought about tomorrow, the first official day of school. It was going to be hard without any sleep but he's gone longer without it.</s> <\|message\|>Penn Waiker Penn Penn watched the ranger show quietly, he liked the blue ranger and the pink ranger, it brought back good memories yet it did hurt him a little. Anything from then past cuts him up, anything...its scary and tough but eight years of living it makes a difference. Edward began to talk, he was right though... when he is cut off the world it makes him calm. "y-ya...g-gu-guess-ss...s-so..." He went back to stuttering, it was true on that mark...maybe he should have not said anything. Though when Edward suggested something for tomorrow that seemed a bit shady. Well he doesn't know his roommate that much and after that incident it kind of best to avoid each other but Penn was curious. He was really curious, maybe he should have not asked but... "w-wha-what i-i-s...i-it?" The curiosity killed Penn.</s> <\|message\|>Adrianne Elouise Marcia Germano Eh...what wassat noice? Marci had been attempting to go to sleep, she had been a bit tired after today. 'Twas a good party after all, even though she really didn't participate within most of the actions. Though, she heard what sounded like her roommate...Kate, was it? Marci had gotten out of bed, hearing the doors close, and head out. Only in her pajamas. With boats. Mmm, boats. Oh, had that been Arun? Marci got a glimpse of him down the hall, and went as fast as she could, as silently as she could, as to not be caught. She then followed the blonde, assuming that were he was going was where Kate had been going, as they were brother and sister. She followed them up to a forest clearing, where Marci had hid behind a tree. She saw Kate sitting in the grass, and Arun--oh, maybe it was Aaron-- sneaking up behind her. It seems that Kate had just been trying to relax within the clearing, and that was understandable. Sneaking out from behind her tree, and going behind Kate, she said, "Hello, Kate. I heard that you had wanted to relax here?" Adrianne Elouise Oh, that barhopping adventure had been great! Eli came back quite drunk, and she semi-struggled to get to her dormroom. Opening the door whilst she assumed her roommate had been in the room and asleep, she walked in. The room wasn't too fancy, and it wasn't too shitty, either. It seemed decent for Eli's needs. She found out that she had some food left, and decided to step into bed and eat it for a while,e, before she got to sleep. She noticed that her roommate was what looked like a male, which was nice to know. After finishing her quick bite 'o food, she decided to put her pajamas on, and attempted to go to sleep. Oh, the hangovers.</s>	<\|message\|>Catherine Macbeth It's a boy, with a cat on his hands. And a speech impairment. Catherine carefully inspected his every detail, trying to draw up more conclusions apart from the fact that he had an apparent obsession with cats. He looked almost like a plant, with the lucid meek blooming sunflower pinned on his verdant matte green hair like a blossom among leaves, and his slightly emaciated tall slender frame like the trunk that held it up. The way he talked was dull and lifeless, and yet one could still sense the emotions that were present in the slight and subtle variations in his tone. From these, Catherine could see that her roommate was a tree-hugging, socially-challenged, awkwardly-mannered and generally just-plain-awkward boy whose unwavering interest with cats was something Catherine could definitely take advantage of, by pointing out her paws at something she wanted and making him do what she willed at her whim. /endpoeticwording "Okay." Catherine said, just as she was about to leave the room. "I'm going to sleep outside. Take care of the things for me, will you?" So Catherine went outside the door, took a turn left, hid around the corner, and did what she planned to do: shroud herself in crimson mist, morph into the same ribbon-adorned dark grey Siberian cat, then walk back into the room as the mist immediately vanished, climbing up the bed, curling up in comfort and pretend to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Boom Race: Kokiri Appearance: Boom is a strange looking creature. This child sized creature is incredibly pale to the point that surface dwellers would assume that Boom could in fact be an oddly intact walking corpse. Boom's fingers are abnormally lengthy, and his nails are all a shade of putrid yellow, which is the same color as his eyes. Boom has shaggy and greasy hair that extends to the middle of his back, which fail to cover his pointed ears. Boom is dressed in a pair of tattered thread-bare clothes hastily cobbled together. The most intact attire pieces he has are a pair of goggles with light blue lens, and a giant purple sack that he carries on him. Cliches: * Bombchu Extraordinaire [5] - Boom is a master with Bombchus, who always keeps several on hand. Detonation, aiming, detonation, Boom really knows how to effectively use the Bombchus and make them go, well boom. * Dirty Coward [3] - Boom, like all Kokiri is interested in its own survival. As such, Boom has trained in the art of fleeing, abandoning 'allies' and begging in terror with desperate pleas when the situation looks unsurvivable. * Treasure Hunter [2] - When you live a life of digging, you tend to get attracted to shiny things. When it comes to finding shiny knick-knacks, Boom finds ways to get those shiny things. * Wilderness Survival [2] - Boom likes living. It is something that he'd like to keep going. As such he made sure to pick up on basic wilderness survival skills. Personality: Boom is a selfish, greedy, and skittish individual. And more than that he is a fairly off individual. He is driven primarily by three things, explosions, survival, and getting shiny things. Boom is a pyromaniac and pyrophiliac, to the point that his desire gets past the Kokiri urge of surviving at all costs. Backstory: Boom existed in the underground labyrinth of tunnels of the Kokiri. It was a life of drudgery. Dig, eat, sleep, survive, repeat. Boom followed this code for quite sometime, before it truly became Boom. Digging with a simplistic stone tool, Boom would find the item that would change its life forever, the Bombchu. It appeared to be a non-threatening thing, so he had no reason to flee from it. At first he mistakenly activated it as he flung it down a random tunnel being excavated. It went off and collapsed it, and scarred off many of its kin. And Boom was happy. Happier than he ever was in his life. It was moved to collect and repair all the bombs it could to use, to get shiny things and stay alive. Boom made too many enemies underground and had to flee the tunnels. And Boom knows the realization that the Caravan has people. And more people mean more shields against his enemies.</s> <\|message\|>Boom Boom slept comfortably while using his sack of wonders as a makeshift pillow. Damp grottos served well for providing shelter, after all they held fishes. Delicious fishes that were juicy and sweet, they were always a filling meal alongside morsels. The kokiri was satisfied with his haul from searching earlier. And it was still safe. Things were going well, all he needed to do now was to make sure the others continued on the path Boom wanted. For the kokiri would find out the secrets of He Who Makes the Mountains Quake. And going to the Nu-Goro Mountains was sure to help him learn the things he wanted, and of course help refill his stash of explosives. The kokiri would make sure his machinations went according to plan. Whatever dreams were held during the Kokiri's slumber were quickly interrupted the spore deku trumpeted out a painful tune. Boom, knowing the importance of sound alerts sprung up and into action. He slung his bag over his shoulder as he glanced side to side, to see where the Gerudo, the Fairy and the Man With No Pointses was. The Gerudo was not there, but the other two were. Skittering towards the entrance of the cavern he turned his head to the side as he spoke, "I-INTRUDERSES!" Boom turned his head to the side as he nodded, "One. Just one." He spoke before turning again to the side and hissing, "More follow. More always follow."He grumbled to himself. Pointing out one of his fingers, the corpse-pallor colored creature did a few mental calculations. The kokiri skittered a bit towards Raisa and when firmly secured behind her, he spoke up. "Checks it for weaponses." Now he had a proper meat-shield protecting him from the potential hostility. Now he just needed to wait for the others of the Caravan to come out and be prepared. The sooner this situation was resolved, the sooner he could head to Nu-Goro.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) "Excuse my untimely appearance and how I look to you but I wear this mask for reasons that would deeply disturb you!" Aaelgus pointed to the silver mask on his face, then he pulled his two scimitars out and put them on the ground. "you need'nt check me for more weapons and so you understand who I am..." Aaelgus reached behind his head and untied his mask and let it drop to the ground revealing his ghostly face and yellow glowing eyes. "I am cursed to look like this forever and I come from Hyrule I have travelled far and wide through the lands I wish you no harm I only want to assist you on your journey with my skills" He looked to the ground at his mask and picks it up and looks at it and then glances at the group with a sad look on his face. "I never wished to look like this" Then he waited to hear them judge him or attack him because he had this happen multiple times.</s> <\|message\|>Boom The diminutive corpse pale Kokiri, peered back from Raisa and bared out his fangs. "We not care." Boom gave a single nod and again seemed to speak to himself, "No cares." He pointed out his index finger at him as he kept his position behind Raisa. "Searches it! Searches it!" He shrieked out. The Kokiri glanced to the side as he spoke, "It finds us. How? How how!?" He grumbled out to himself as he glanced side to side. "What does it work for?" Boom said peeking out from the left side of Raisa. This was followed by hissing, "Foul thingses! It works for foul thingses!" He said popping his head from the right side. Boom knew many things. Such as how unlikely it would be that this person didn't work for the foul ones as a scout. After what they did, he knew something would be after them.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) Now Aaelgus was fed up with this rodent. "I work for no one you piece of Goron dung, I am Aaelgus Adventurer of the lands, have you no manners you little creep show some respect I am a Wanderer and an outcast I work for no one and answer to no one" Aaelgus's fists clenched and he became very aggravated and then he sighed. "Search me if you must," He spat in the direction of the Kokiri. "But keep that scum away from me" Then Aaelgus crossed his arms in frustration, he wondered why these people were so uptight but all people are like that with strangers like Aaelgus so he might as well get used to this. "Stupid child..." Aaelgus began grumbling to himself.</s> <\|message\|>No-Point "You wear a mask, but you abandon it, perhaps to strike fear in our hearts," was the deep, rumbling voice from deep within the cave. A huge shadow, with a titanic sword on his back, had silhouetted the tiny amount of light emerging from within the shelter. Was it a beast? A monster? An unholy abomination against all mankind? Well, yes and no. "Brave." The words, melodious and eloquent, continued to emerge from the cave. The huge shadowy figure was stepping into the light now, revealing itself to be the terror of the Tumult, Warlord No-Point. His own mask did little to muffle his voice, though all but his eyes, hair, and suspiciously rounded ears were covered. "But mistaken." Eyes of grey assessed the intruder. Tall. Almost, but not quite, as tall as No-Point himself. But gangly. The warlord was twice his width. This child would break like a twig under his strength. And unwise! To try and strike fear into the hearts of creatures born in hell, raised in fire, and who had already slaughtered Kokiri warriors for nothing more than sport. "Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask."</s> <\|message\|>Boom The Kokiri smirked as the spit flew towards Raisa. Such an offensive, should help spark her fury against the intruder. And more to the point, it spewed insults against a respected member of the band. Boom was content at how things were progressing. It would work out in his favor. And then the Warlord emerged. "M-man with No Pointses!" Boom spoke up, "You sees and hears it. The Foul Thing, surely it works for nastier thingses." He gave a single nod, "Nastier thingses." Boom glanced towards his side and spoke to himself, "Distractions of us for bad plans. Ungood fors us." He glanced toward No Point, "Searches it grubby little pocketses. They need search. Who else go to Badwoods? It scout for you know who! We need make sure who it works for, and disposes of it, before heading away." The Kokiri frantically nodded, "Awayaway! Fast away before full shows."</s> <\|message\|>Raisa "If you don't like the Korki you're gonna like fungusman even less. Oh and stop hiding behind me would ya!" Raisa said, the last comment aimed the Boom. "Personally I don't care much if you come with us, and I care even less what yer carrying on ya. But this korki fellow will try to blow you up quicker then you can say oops and fungus man will spew fungus all over your corpse. So I wouldn't adivse getting on his bad side. Now long as you cause no harm I see no reason not to let you kill stuff for us, though I advise keeping your spit where it belongs." Raisa faced the Korki, "Now you can stand to be a little nicer, not everybody is mean. Now I'm assuming you want to go to Nu-Goro, in which case I'm all for and I think we should get moving real quick." Raisa said stating her opinion on the matter and then started packing up her sleeping bag.</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium sized up the new arrival, attempting to understand the words that were spoken. However, Mycellium was still not truly capable of understanding speech, and was honestly quite confused. How had he come this far without an ally? Had the forest made an error? The fungus would never allow such a creature through, unless... It had fought it's way here. Killing fungus. This thought finally provoked Mycellium into reacting. Screaming as loud as possible, it began attempts to ward off the horrid murderer. "WAAAAAAAAAAHWAHAWHAHMPPPPPPPPPPWAHHHHHHH"</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) Aaelgus slumped his shoulders and gave up his persuasion and then said in a defeated tone. " fine inspect me if you must and ask me questions if you wish I will answer your inquiries, and I will try not to anger... What's your name large fellow who threatened me?" Then he picked up his mask then looked at the large figure and glancing at the fungus, then the rest of them Aaelgus just shrugged and waited to be questioned or inspected.</s> <\|message\|>Boom The Gerudo, did not know that to be a proper meat-shield, she needed to hide Boom. He would need to make sure that she was more willing to hide him when he wanted it. However, the man with No Points was here. Truly the creature wouldn't try anything now. Turning his head to his side Boom pondered on the suspect. However when the Gerudo spoke of Nu-Goro, Boom couldn't help but give an eager grin. Yes, he very much did want to go to Nu-Goro. "Yes. We heads there." Boom spoke. He turned his head to his side and gave another nod, "Yes, but nasty thingses can't pursue us there." Boom gritted out his fangs and snarled, "Ungood nasty thingses." The Kokiri skittered around towards Aaelgus, "Says it." He gestured slightly towards No Point. "Masks is what matters. Yesyes. Before no." He kept his sack over his shoulder as he peered towards Aaelgus. "Truthses you speak. No untruths." Boom turned his head to his side and hissed, "Yes, yes only the Truthses." He skittered a tad closer towards the creature, "How here? How in Badwoods?" He firstly inquired before glaring at the man. "Who work for?" He turned his head to his side as he snarled at himself. "We know who. We knows it." He turned to his side, "Yes them, but who them." Boom nodded in a response to his own self inquiry.</s> <\|message\|>Raisa "Boom, sometimes it doesn't matter where someone came from, or how they got there. Sometimes things just happen, but its always for a reason, now quit complaining and get a move on, if we're lucky we can make it to Nu-Goro before nightfall." Raisa said somewhat annoyed at the small creature before shrugging her pack onto her back and getting ready to move. "Oh and stop screaming would ya?" she said bonking the fungui on the head lightly before heading in the direction to Nu-Goro.</s> <\|message\|>Aaelgus (or Aael) "Uh what is that thing in your pack" Aaelgus pointed to the constantly moving pack on Raisa's back.</s> <\|message\|>Raisa Rasia replied back somewhat irritably and kept walking, "No idea what you're talking about, probably dinner if we're lucky."</s>	<\|message\|>Boom Boom hissed out, "It answers not!" The kokiri glanced towards the side, "IT answers not. It not answer!" The kokiri did not even notice the fact that it dropped its name to the most clearly a scout. Truly it would be a bad thing when it eventually reported the intel it gathered back to the main forces. The Kokiri stared at both Raisa and No Point, "It must be watches." He gave a quick nod and hissed, "Must be. Must be." He kept a firm grip of his own sack. "Nu-Goro..." He spoke in a reverent tone. Boom slowly nodded at himself and spoke, "Yes. Yes, must go. Go now. ...Keep it watched. No let it report." The diminutive creature snarled, "NO LET IT REPORT!" He shrieked out furiously. However, whatever dangers it presented would fall. After all, part of the Guardian and the forces had fallen. And hopefully, they would be busy on repairing the damages. However, Boom knew well that they would keep a decent sized force to give pursuit. Boom was not going to get caught by them.</s>
<\|description\|>No-Point Race: Human (Round ears) Appearance: The warlord known only as No-Point is a big guy. He stands at approximately six foot three and is built like a brick outhouse. His face is always hidden by a bandit mask. His hair is sparse and thinning, revealing that he may be older than his strength implies. Notably, his rounded ears are always on display, revealing him to be a subset of human always thought lost to history. His clothes are thick and rough, his jacket long, but removing it he reveals his huge, bare arms. He possesses a greatsword on his back which he has never been seen to use. Cliches: Terrifyingly Powerful [5] - No-Point is outrageously strong and intimidating. Someone punching him poorly is likely to break their hand. His fists are like giant meat-covered anvils. In addition to his size, No-Point has somehow received training in the ways of the Sheikah. He is not only strong, he is fast, precise and ferocious in his fighting technique. The end result is, not only is he a combat monster, but a terrifying man, gaining followers on fear alone. Unexpectedly Clever [3] - For a brute, No-Point has a very canny mind. He is capable of strategy, tactics and logistics and a skilled orator. He speaks far more eloquently than one would expect of a warlord. Born Into The Tumult [2] - The Tumult has been No-Point's home since birth. It is his domain, he has braved its many horrors, and very little information gets past him while he is there. Moblin Army [2] - No-Point has beaten an army of Moblins into his service. They are typical Moblins that will follow him as his entourage. No-Point keeps them in line through fear. Personality: The best way to describe No-Point's personality is 'clinical'. He is stoic, methodical, and slow to anger. His methods are pragmatic, rarely defined by emotion. While he speaks eloquently, it is rare that he raises his voice in anger. As a result, he is very capable of playing the long game as he possesses patience far beyond most other warlords. Don't be fooled, though. No-Point is still very self-serving and only looks out for himself. Backstory: The man now known as No-Point has a past shrouded in mystery. As a round-eared human had not been seen for many years, where he came from is a mystery. His true name is unknown, or even if he had one in the first place. Rumour has it that he trained under the remnants of the Sheikah, but no one had heard from the Sheikah in years. What is known, though, is that he earned his name from the screams of the Moblins as he killed them one by one, entering their culture as a terrible demon, possessing ears with no point. As a clear demonstration of natural selection, No-Point fought his way into leadership of a Moblin tribe by beating the everloving crap out of everything in his way. At some point during his travels, he obtained a greatsword similar to Biggron's Sword, but he never used it in his conquest. Instead, it served as a symbol of his leadership. Now, with his Moblin army hidden away from the rest of the Tumult, he plots. He has designs on the Fortress, and Ganondorf within. The question is, what are they?</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium stared out from his cage at the approaching Kokiri. Prior to the approach of the boy-monster, he had been spreading spores all over the inside of his cage, and of the wagon. The horrible, shrivelled creature was making noises at him and throwing sharp metal bits every which way. It seemed like the gnarled and malnourished shell of a man was trying to ask a question. Mycellium didn't understand questions. However, he did understand that the tone of this Kokiri creature was not a friendly or kind one, but rather one of suspicion. The child-creature was analyzing him, and that would not do. Quickly, Mycellium started to play the melody from his snout. It had saved him before, and saved him again. The buzzing and horn-like noises that came forth were sickening, almost painful. He wasn't being quite loud enough for it to do any real painful damage, but it was enough to induce nausea. Or so Mycellium hoped. Enough to make this creature leave him be. He needed to get back to spreading. He had to make the cargo beautiful.</s> <\|message\|>No-Point "Back away from the cage, small Kokiri!" No-Point boomed. After much internal deliberation, he had decided to join the caravan and accompany them to their destination. Why, you ask? He never told them outright, just that they would be glad they had him for times ahead. The giant masked man strode up to where the Kokiri was trying to provoke the Deku, his hands holding the collar of his finely woven vest. Where he had obtained the vest, he would not tell. He could feel the nausea being induced by the melody, but physically he showed no effects. There were worse things than nausea in this world, after all. "There was a mysterious fire in my shantytown, small Kokiri, before we departed. Am I wrong in assuming you are the cause?" He crouched down slightly to get a better look at the Kokiri pyromaniac, and leaned forward so that his face was almost directly above him. "It would be unwise to try that once more. For then, I will have no recourse but to break you." Though the terrifying man loomed over the Kokiri and radiated extreme menace, not once did his tone deviate from being calm and aristocratic.</s> <\|message\|>Boom Boom's eyes tracked the tossed bits of metal by the Spore-Deku; The Kokiri after glancing at it, noticed the vast amount of infection that the creature brought to the Caravan's goods. "It brings thingses." Boom immediately turned his head to the left as he gave a nod to himself. "Yesss-" Boom crouched down as it scratched at its cheek with his free-hand. Pupils continued darting around the section where the Deku was. Boom continued to examine the conditions the creature was in. "Encaged-" Then something happened while Boom was in thought. The eyes of the wretched creature that was Boom, widened in shock as Mycellium was producing a truly unnatural sound from its snout. The tone was a sickening, and eldritch piece. There was only one natural reaction to hearing something like this. Boom opened its maws as it began shrieking. "KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT SPEAKS ONLY PAAAAIN!" Boom used his free-hand as he clamped it down upon his ear, as he quickly skittered away from the cage. Upon getting a little bit away, he leaned forward as he began gagging. "Urrr-AAAK!" Boom grumbled as he glanced towards the forest. "The woodses. We shall burns it." He switched his head as he glanced towards the right. "But what of the thing in the cage?" Boom glanced back towards the left, "It speaks only pain. We we'll usssssseeeeeeessssss it, to Boom's advantage." Smirking, Boom licked at its maw as it nodded in agreement. "But first, we need to get through the woodses." With a quick turn of the head, he darted a glance back towards the Caravan. "They will do their thingses in the wooodses." Boom increased his grip of his sack, as he glanced towards the right. "And then we burns it?" Boom again gave a nod, "We starts the fire, and burns it." That being said he did not realize that the patron of the shanty-town followed the Caravan. And he just admitted his love of fire out-loud, and more to the point he planned on burning the woods. However he noticed that the warlord now had his face above his own. Boom stared at the hulking creature with no points, as the creature's putrid eyes widened in terror. Slowly he opened his maw and spoke. "Heeeeeaaaa... Fireses- Man with no pointses!"</s> <\|message\|>Raisa Rasia rode up on her own horse to the brute that was traveling with them for some reason. "I don't know why you joined us but presumably it wasn't to bully poeple weaker than you, I suggest you leave the Kokiri alone." she said rather untactfully. She didn't like the hulk of a man, he had never stated his intentions for joining them and she had suspected they were less than honorable. Rasia subconsiously checked her weapons under the cover of her robes, it was comforting to feel the familiar prescense of her weapons. "Come on then Boom, you know the carvan master doesn't like it when you're out of sight and we need to get going." she said and began to slowly trot towards the front of the caravan. The Kokiri was certainly a strange one but she was here to protect everyone not just the goods. Although why the Kokiri was traveling with them in the first place was another thing she had no idea about.</s> <\|message\|>Dingle Of The House of Tingle Pinching the Kokiri's ear, Dingle, daughter of the legendary hero Tingle, pulled him away from the cage. "No tormenting the prisoner. And for goodness sake, someone put a blanket over this thing! It'll muffle the noise." This mission into the Twisted Acres served more than one purpose for the hero's daughter. Yes, the Kokiri were going to be trading with them, which meant lovely lovely rupees, but this would also let her get an estimate of the damage to her Fountain. Her father had found it with cracked statues and a spring that was drying up. It had been many years since it was maintained, so it was going to be a chore to repair it. But it WAS her duty.</s> <\|message\|>Mycellium Mycellium watched as the pandemonium around him unfolded. Another big man-beast came over to the Kokiri to manhandle him, then a woman-beast came forth and began aggressively talking at the man-beast, then a girl-creature... A fairy? No, it couldn't be. The Fungus-Wood Scrub knew that there were no fairies left. The Fungus-Wood itself had taught him so. Whatever it was, it started yelling at the Kokiri again, then turned to him. Mycellium stopped making the noise from his snout. This one seemed more likely to harm him than the Kokiri did, and he did not want to provoke it. Looking out from his cage, he saw where the caravan WAS for the first time: at the entrance of the woods. If the little fungus scrub could experience joy, he would be giddy with it. A chance that the fungus had been waiting for was finally being granted: To claim the Old Woods, the untainted sliver of it that lay between the Ironwood where the Fungi scrubs would fear to tread, if they felt fear, and the comforting home of the towering Fungus-Wood. Mycellium knew was his duty and privilege to taint it.</s> <\|message\|>Boom There were many actions Boom could take in its continued survival. One of these actions, that would be taken, would be continuing to make them underestimate Boom. Boom shot a glance towards Rasia, as he began sniffling. "I-it wants to kills Boom!" the Kokiri cried out. "C-c-can you keeps it away from us?" He said as he produced more tears on command, as he was much practiced in the art of pleading. Hopefully if things went according to Boom's plan there would be a few results. One, the thing with no points would drop the subject of the Shantytown Fire. Two, the thing would be kept at bay by a meat-shield it knew would protect him. And three, it would serve as a general distraction from itself. However, this plan could go awry. The little horrific gremlin creature was not sure how this plan would end up, but Boom would make sure to work the result into a manner most beneficial to him and his machinations. And then he was grabbed by the ear by Dingle. Instinctively he performed a stronger grip on his bag. "We just wantssss to know if it speaks or not." Boom glanced to the side, "It speaksssss only paaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiin." He glanced back to the side, "We wisssshes to know how long it will be in the woodsessss." After all Boom needed to know how long of an opportunity he had within the woods to set it ablaze. If it was to be only a short journey, he would have to act quickly to prepare the fire. But if it was to be a longer venture in it, he could wait for the proper moment when the others would not prod at him as much.</s>	<\|message\|>No-Point "Calm, Gerudo!" the huge warlord boomed. "The Kokiri has tried to burn something of mine! I merely remind him that he will regret his decision!" No-Point has an interesting way of 'reminding' people about things. The big man paid the Gerudo no more heed. With the Gerudo and the daughter of Tingle attending to the bomb-addled Kokiri, No-Point wandered over to the cage where the strange deku resided. He crouched down next to it and began to speak. "Do not worry, small Deku," he said in a tone that would have been comforting if it wasn't coming from the juggernaut of a man with strange ears. "Now is not the time for fear. That comes later."</s>
<\|description\|>Blaise Mustang Age: 20 Gender: Male Alchemist Name: The Blue Devil Alchemy Type: Fire Alchemy - Blaise, inspired by a distant relative of his, going by 'Roy Mustang', Blaise has permanently tattooed and sewn in similar transmutation runes on ever single digit of his hands, along with a more intricate pattern on his two white ignition gloves. When wearing the gloves, only a snap of the fingers will ignite the oxygen in the air, where the ensuing sparks from his snap will ignite an inferno of fire to consume the target into nothing but ash. He can also use other techniques with the gloves - a noticeable, often-used one being grabbing onto any part of the opponents body and using the friction to send blasts of fire from his palm - the head being the most used body part. Due to the transmutation circles on his fingers, he can do the same without his gloves - only, it will char his hand, which is why he prefers not to. A sharp, cracking 'snap' is usually the telltale sign that someone's about to be burned to a crisp, or him clenching his hand into a fist, almost experimentally. Oddly enough, his fire is a vibrant blue, rather than the natural fire - although this doesn't change it's destructive power, and is mainly a side-effect from the transmutation backlash. Personality: To be revealed IC. Noticeable traits; Laidback, calm, distant, razor-sharp wit, inquisitive nature. History: Born to a rather normal family, Blaise was brought up as a soldier-boy, his parents thinking that he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a high-ranking official in the military. Obviously, Blaise was too independent for that, and saw luxury in travelling alone, gathering a vast amount of wealth while also experiencing excitement and action, something you wouldn't really expect from such a calm, laidback, distant young lad. He grew up hearing stories about Roy Mustang and other noticeable figures in history, and thus, he opted to take a page from the man's legend and becoming a Flame Alchemist - that way, he could leave, without joining the military. Thankfully, he was a genius, and after a few months, everything was taken care of. The following test was...interesting; basically, he ended up burning down his home, and his family inside. Taken aback, and highly disgusted in himself, Blaise took to the road, training and taking different bounties and missions as he fought to forget about the sin he had commited. Years upon years passed like this, and due to his prodigal ability in combat, he quickly became feared as the 'Blue Devil' due to the fearful blue flames he released. Level in State: N/A - He's a mercenary/bounty hunter/treasure hunter/adventurer...yeah, basically, he does what he wants. He doesn't care about the military or whatever.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash stood in a alley of Central. She had a piece of chalk grasped in her hand as she watched people walk down the streets. Her heels bothered her feet but she wasn't going to complain. She was waiting to meet up with any of her fellow coalition members.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang "Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil- Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s>
<\|description\|>Blaise Mustang Age: 20 Gender: Male Alchemist Name: The Blue Devil Alchemy Type: Fire Alchemy - Blaise, inspired by a distant relative of his, going by 'Roy Mustang', Blaise has permanently tattooed and sewn in similar transmutation runes on ever single digit of his hands, along with a more intricate pattern on his two white ignition gloves. When wearing the gloves, only a snap of the fingers will ignite the oxygen in the air, where the ensuing sparks from his snap will ignite an inferno of fire to consume the target into nothing but ash. He can also use other techniques with the gloves - a noticeable, often-used one being grabbing onto any part of the opponents body and using the friction to send blasts of fire from his palm - the head being the most used body part. Due to the transmutation circles on his fingers, he can do the same without his gloves - only, it will char his hand, which is why he prefers not to. A sharp, cracking 'snap' is usually the telltale sign that someone's about to be burned to a crisp, or him clenching his hand into a fist, almost experimentally. Oddly enough, his fire is a vibrant blue, rather than the natural fire - although this doesn't change it's destructive power, and is mainly a side-effect from the transmutation backlash. Personality: To be revealed IC. Noticeable traits; Laidback, calm, distant, razor-sharp wit, inquisitive nature. History: Born to a rather normal family, Blaise was brought up as a soldier-boy, his parents thinking that he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a high-ranking official in the military. Obviously, Blaise was too independent for that, and saw luxury in travelling alone, gathering a vast amount of wealth while also experiencing excitement and action, something you wouldn't really expect from such a calm, laidback, distant young lad. He grew up hearing stories about Roy Mustang and other noticeable figures in history, and thus, he opted to take a page from the man's legend and becoming a Flame Alchemist - that way, he could leave, without joining the military. Thankfully, he was a genius, and after a few months, everything was taken care of. The following test was...interesting; basically, he ended up burning down his home, and his family inside. Taken aback, and highly disgusted in himself, Blaise took to the road, training and taking different bounties and missions as he fought to forget about the sin he had commited. Years upon years passed like this, and due to his prodigal ability in combat, he quickly became feared as the 'Blue Devil' due to the fearful blue flames he released. Level in State: N/A - He's a mercenary/bounty hunter/treasure hunter/adventurer...yeah, basically, he does what he wants. He doesn't care about the military or whatever.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry saw another pillar of blue fire. He was glad for the distrction but he might have to go help. He turned around and headed towards the area. When he got there he saw Blaise and Tash under her hood like she typically was. He stayed hidden far away from them to offer cover if they needed the help. He spotted a few rocks to the left of Blaise and focused on them. If he had to give cover he could easily make a smoke bomb out of the rocks. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and put them together lining them up to complete the transmutation circle to be ready at anytime.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan crossed her arms as she glared at the man who was glaring at her. "Trust me, that is murder not self defense in anyway. I think I'd know." Dan said as her tattoo glowed slightly as she prepared an attack for when she knew it would be needed. The only two people who would be able to see her glowing tattoo were her comrades so the people in front of her would be attacked in surprise when and if she were to. "Now come along peacefully before I do what I was trained to do."</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang He snorted quietly, wondering what was wrong with the city. He wasn't lying this time; both times he had been attacked, without any prior knowledge. It was actual self-defense. "Disgusting. Whatever; Arrest me, and I'll talk to your superior officer. I hate worthless oxygen-thieves like you." He offered the girl both of his wrists, his bored, sharp black eyes staring at her in barely disguised disgust.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash rolled her eyes under her hood. "You dogs must have rules for self defense. Oh wait you all beat poor street orphans for fun." She growled out. She kept her hand behind her back to hide the transmutation circles on the back of her hands, which made ice spikes on them that she only used for melee combat. "Now I do suggest you let my friend here go before I take drastic measures." She said in a loud and clear voice, it sounded dull and didn't give away what gender she was to the military officials, which Tash enjoyed quite well in fact.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly shot himself over the ice, he grabbed the handcuffs and before anybody could even blink had already cuffed the original suspect's hands together, he then shot out in the direction of his accomplish. "Threatening the people who keep this city from falling into chaos is a felony. Now I didn't see you transmute those ice things, although this flame guy obviously doesn't have the ability to do it, so I'm willing to let you off with a warning. If your friend was clearly defending himself, he has nothing to worry about. We uphold peace and justice in this town, so he will be released. However if you do not just walk away now I will have no choice to arrest you as well. Anything you do now will effect both you, and your buddy over there. David said trying to show off as well as diffuse the situation. David then rocketed himself across the ice once again by manipulating the air, but this time instead of heading back to where he started, he shot past and grabbed the fire alchemist. They were now each in a position where if the lines were connected between them, an alchemy transmutation circle would have been made using each of them as corners.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." "I really suggest you let him go." Tash said a dark tone leaking into her voice.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Thing was...he didn't need to waste time with circles. As soon as the officer grabbed him, Blaise calmly and lazily gripped the man around the face, his gloved right hand seeming to grow warmer as he stared blankly into the man's eyes. "Do not touch me. You have no right." He said lazily, his grip seeming like steel. "Stand down." Blaise glanced over to Tash, gesturing once with his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Lanette La Fleur Alchemist Name: Bullseye Age: 19 Gender: Female Alchemy Type: Earth Alchemy(Transmutation of the ground, mountains of rock, etc. she is able to manipulate it to her will) Personality: Lanette is a laid-back and approachable figure whom speaks in a lax and slow tone. The young woman appears rather collected and knowledgable, and this is shown often when she speaks with others. When she has been made an enemy, Lanette is not a force to be trifled with. Her once cool nature is replaced with someone more bloodthirsty and intimidating, her mere gaze sending shivers down the spines of those weaker than she. Bio: Lanette was born inside of a quaint home, deep within the valleys and mountains, north of the Capitol. Her parents were rather well-known Alchemists - both utilizing Earth and Water respectively to dominate any enemies to the State. With this being so, Lanette was obviously expected to join the military once she became of age - and, obviously, she excelled at this, under the tutor of her parents. Around the age of ten, she was being taught the uses and efficiency of utilizing weaponry to her advantage - her talent in guns almost bar to none, with the pure accuracy and precision her shots were, even when the rifle was as large as she was tall. As the years passed by, she began learning alchemy at the age of fifteen, a worthy age to begin her alchemy training, as noted by both her father and mother. This was rather interesting, seeing as she had to choose between her mother's Water Alchemy, and her father's Earth Alchemy. Eventually, after witnessing the man blast a pillar of pure stone into the air, precisely nailing a bird, she quickly went with his Alchemy type. Turned out she was actually a natural at Earth Alchemy, and creating transmutation circles on the earth was easy due to her natural talent in the art. As expected, at seventeen, she joined the military, easily moving up in the ranks, and becoming well-respected as a hard-working soldier of the State. Coalition or State?: State Level in State: Commander(If that's acceptable) Outfit: In the picture Theme Song: C2C - Down the Road Other: Her eye is concealed under her bangs since it is the less dominant eye.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s>	<\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s>
<\|description\|>Erik Braxton Appearance: Alchemist Name: The Heavy Metal Alchemist Age: 19 Gender: Male Alchemy Type: Metal Personality: "Serious" is one of the last adjectives used to describe Erik. He tends to joke around a lot and accidently messes up some of his mssions. Though, despite his personality, he is more skilled as an alchemist than he appears. Bio (Required): Erik never knew his parents. He grew up in an orphanage. He first saw alchemy when he witnessed the caretaker use it to fix things around the orphanage. Instantly, he was enamored by it and wanted to learn more. Metal being his favorite thing to manipulate, he started to focus on that. He even develpoed a trick to cover himself in armor, though there are some very noticable weak spots that are there to all for manuverabilty. This special tactic is what earnedd him the nickname Heavy Metal when the State came calling for new recruits. Coalition or State?: State Level in State: (Commander, Soldier, etc.): Recruit Outfit (Optional): In photo Theme Song (Optional): Indestructible by Disturbed Other: He doesn't like talking about his parents.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash stood in a alley of Central. She had a piece of chalk grasped in her hand as she watched people walk down the streets. Her heels bothered her feet but she wasn't going to complain. She was waiting to meet up with any of her fellow coalition members.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang "Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil- Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her. Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful. As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket. Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.</s>	<\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s>
<\|description\|>David Kishi Appearance: 5'7" Thin and tan, sporty build. Short brown hair with bangs cut to eyebrows, but past the neck in the back. Hazel Eyes. Hard rough skin. Wears Blue Uniform, from the manga/anime. Alchemist Name: The Tornado Alchemist Age: 18 Gender: Male Alchemy Type: Wind, if taken then fire would be fine. Personality: I am friendly and generally cheerful. I look out for number 1, me myself and I, first and then my friends. If something needs done and nobody else is competent enough I will step up and do it correctly, even if others have already done it. Bio (Required): I've had an ordinary life, grew up with a mom, a dad, and two brothers, but being the youngest of three I've always had hand-me-downs and never had anything new. I've gone to school until I was sent to learn alchemy with the military after a few... accidents happened to the class bully. I've been with the military now for 7 years and I've learned faster than most of the older soldiers. I've just been promoted from cadet to Soldier and am about to be transferred into my new squad. [RP picks up here] Coalition or State?: State Level in State: (Commander, Soldier, etc.) Soldier Outfit (Optional): (Default Soldier Uniform (I might draw something if I can find time) ) Theme Song (Optional): N/A Other: Please ask me if anything is unclear.</s> <\|message\|>Erik Braxton Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan" David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?" David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time. As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air. The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan rolled her eyes at him giving her commands before she turned and commanded soldiers to look on the ground. Dan then smirked as she looked up at David. "Like I'll let him have all of the fun in the sky." She said to herself as she took of her jacket throwing it to a soldier and took of the extra layer of dress that covers the skin from the low hanging back the actual dress has. Her transmutation circle began to glow and wings of vines and branches grew out of her back attaching to her bones and skin. The crowd around from the recent events stared and the soldier with her jacket had his mouth opened wide in shock. Dan took off into the air until she was next to David. "You thought you could give me orders now did you. Oh and you also thought you got to have all of the fun in the skies. Two things that you did wrong." Dan said as she looked around for the guy. Her blueish green eyes being very observant. She then saw another pillar of blue flame. "I think we found our man." Dan said as she took off before arriving at the scene and seeing the man. She landed about 10 feet in front of the man. "I believe that is two people you have killed today. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him. @Dcatanzaro682</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash saw the blue flames and she darted up. "Gosh darn it Blaise." She mumbled and she ran from fhe alley to find her ally and try and keep him from getting the whole coalition in more danger. They were already a threat but if he kept sending up pillars like that then they'll be found faster.</s> <\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly dove right at the man with that Dan had landed right next to. "You are under arrest for the murder of two citizens within the past ten minutes!" David yelled as he dove while trying to open some handcuffs. Yes they were old and generally not used anymore, but he was a fan of ancient policing equipment. But these weren't just any handcuffs, they blocked most forms of transmutations from the one who wore them. Unfortunately instead of plowing into the man, David ended up a foot off his mark and slid right at Dan. The handcuffs flew out of David's grip and dropped open in the no man's land between them, and their suspect.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash crouched to the ground and drew a transmutation circle. A circle of spikes surrounded the group. She tsked as she walked towards Blaise. "Hm..." She mused as she crouched down and drew another transmutation circle and the ground covered with a mix of frost and ice. Her hood still covered her face from anyone seeing who she was.</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason. "I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.</s> <\|message\|>Lanette La Fleur "Dammit..." Lanette gritted her teeth as she had spotted the sudden arousal of distress. She would have to stop her pursuit for now. The commander whipped out her two guns and began walking off, her feet carrying her to the scene of the crime. "Oh dear, what do we have here?" Lanette chimed. She glanced over at what appeared to be soldiers and gave them a small nod, before staring at the others with a curious expression on her face. "Self defense wouldn't be a good term to call it, murder and savagery fits better." Lanette's fingers grazed over the trigger of her weapons, a small itch forming in her wrist. "How uncouth."</s> <\|message\|>Harry Reid Harry saw another pillar of blue fire. He was glad for the distrction but he might have to go help. He turned around and headed towards the area. When he got there he saw Blaise and Tash under her hood like she typically was. He stayed hidden far away from them to offer cover if they needed the help. He spotted a few rocks to the left of Blaise and focused on them. If he had to give cover he could easily make a smoke bomb out of the rocks. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and put them together lining them up to complete the transmutation circle to be ready at anytime.</s> <\|message\|>My name is Danica Collins, but please call me Dan Dan crossed her arms as she glared at the man who was glaring at her. "Trust me, that is murder not self defense in anyway. I think I'd know." Dan said as her tattoo glowed slightly as she prepared an attack for when she knew it would be needed. The only two people who would be able to see her glowing tattoo were her comrades so the people in front of her would be attacked in surprise when and if she were to. "Now come along peacefully before I do what I was trained to do."</s> <\|message\|>Blaise Mustang He snorted quietly, wondering what was wrong with the city. He wasn't lying this time; both times he had been attacked, without any prior knowledge. It was actual self-defense. "Disgusting. Whatever; Arrest me, and I'll talk to your superior officer. I hate worthless oxygen-thieves like you." He offered the girl both of his wrists, his bored, sharp black eyes staring at her in barely disguised disgust.</s> <\|message\|>"My name's Natasha Frost. People call me Tash for short." Tash rolled her eyes under her hood. "You dogs must have rules for self defense. Oh wait you all beat poor street orphans for fun." She growled out. She kept her hand behind her back to hide the transmutation circles on the back of her hands, which made ice spikes on them that she only used for melee combat. "Now I do suggest you let my friend here go before I take drastic measures." She said in a loud and clear voice, it sounded dull and didn't give away what gender she was to the military officials, which Tash enjoyed quite well in fact.</s>	<\|message\|>David Kishi David quickly shot himself over the ice, he grabbed the handcuffs and before anybody could even blink had already cuffed the original suspect's hands together, he then shot out in the direction of his accomplish. "Threatening the people who keep this city from falling into chaos is a felony. Now I didn't see you transmute those ice things, although this flame guy obviously doesn't have the ability to do it, so I'm willing to let you off with a warning. If your friend was clearly defending himself, he has nothing to worry about. We uphold peace and justice in this town, so he will be released. However if you do not just walk away now I will have no choice to arrest you as well. Anything you do now will effect both you, and your buddy over there. David said trying to show off as well as diffuse the situation. David then rocketed himself across the ice once again by manipulating the air, but this time instead of heading back to where he started, he shot past and grabbed the fire alchemist. They were now each in a position where if the lines were connected between them, an alchemy transmutation circle would have been made using each of them as corners.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des In the small town of Ravenwood, all is peaceful, the villagers farm and raise livestock happily with no burden in there lives. There is a small tavern for travelers in need of supplies and wares, an inn for those wishing to rest there bones, and a blacksmith's forge for those that need weaponry, armor, or repairs. For whatever reason, 8 adventurers have shown up within the past week. They have no clue what kind of hell this small piece of heaven is about to be put through.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Ravenwood was a nice enough village, although Alula never liked staying in one place for very long. It fascinated the oracle how so many walks of life could coexist so perfectly together. It filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, but her weakened memory could pin no time in her life to what she was doing right now. Which was talking through an almost market district of the small village. It looked mostly like small stands and people trying to appeal their wares to her. But their voices seemed to fade away, alula's hazy eyes sweeping lazily along the stalls as the voice in her head spoke. "Her goods are overpriced, but the man next to her is more pricy. You would be better off waiting until later in the evening. Desperate salesmen make quick barter." The people running the stalls flashed grins as the girl, not noticing the far away look in her eyes. She did not speak, or respond to their chatter about how their prices were the best in town. Instead she grunted softly, and walked off. She had plenty to spend, she really didn't have to worry about high prices. She blamed this mostly on her dislike of material wealth, she always was loosing odd trinkets. As she walked away from the stall she could hear people talking, talking about her. She frowned, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. She didn't want to be looked at. She had been in this town for almost a week, and she was just trying to pass through. Eventually, and with all hope, people would soon forget about her. People tended to.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace slowly strolled around the market place. In awe of all the delicious looking foods, the shiny trinkets and all the beautiful people. He studied the people as they went on their business, not noting the vale little gnome. Furnace paid close attention of the way people would walk around delivering small sheets of gold around the people standing in front of tables with all sorts of things. They then would be given these things and they would cary it of elsewhere. He thought how he had found a large bag of gold sheets a while ago. He'd brought them in case he needed to make some armor to go with his shield. But as gold was rather soft it didn't really do much for protection. For a while he pondered if he could pretend to be one of these workers, and using the sheets he could get a hold of some food or something. He had some trouble finding that, and it hasn't just appeared since the dark days. Completely absorbed in his thoughts Furnace had long since ceased to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly something bright and colorful caught his eye. Imediately he walked up to it, it was a piece of cloth in fantastic blue. Without paying any attention to what or whomever it was attached to he held it up in the light to witness the celestial patterns with childlike eyes of wonder.</s> <\|message\|>Alula "He is more similar to you then you think." Alula hadn't noticed the gentle tugging on the end of her robe. She rarely noticed anything. She had grown used to the voice in her head, often telling her things she didn't immediately understand. Even with the gnome gripping onto her clothes she continued to walk, and only stopped when she realized the fabric that flowed behind her was now pulled taut. Alula stopped in her tracks, standing ridged. Someone had grabbed ahold of her robes, someone was pulling on her robes. Her eyes stared straight ahead, obscured from view by the brim of her hat. Unfortunately for the gnome, he was short enough to see under her hat as she whipped around, yanking her robes from the gnomes hands. There was a glow to her eyes, but she didn't look particularly angry. Nervous perhaps? Suddenly her mouth opened, and words poured out that didn't belong to her. "Kept to light the fires, and yet the fire inside never died. Dims, but never dies." She blinked several times, glowing eyes replaced with hazy and distant ones. She took a step away from the gnome, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. "My...robe...wouldn't fit you." She spoke slowly, her words slurring together.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Anew aka "Phoenix" Rose Anew wandered into town about the time as the sun reached its zenith. She kept her hood up to keep the sun off of her face and she kept her left hand laying casually on the pommel of her bastard sword. The scenery around the town had gotten Rose in a peaceful mood. She did not desire conflict here but she tired to give the appearance of confidence. She passed a small shepard boy asleep next to the fence while his flock grazed peacefully. The scene brought a smile to her face and made no effort to wake the boy. This town was clearly peaceful to allow such a lazy scene to exist. Rose was happy to see such a place, but her instincts told her it could never last. Nothing good ever does. Rose made her way to the market place near the towns center. It was a fairly lively place compared to the rest. She looked over the wares of various vendors. She was content with her armor and weapons so most of the shops for people of her talents seemed lacking. What did catch her eyes was a set of cookware that was among a vendor. She really did not need it but it had been so long since she had the proper equipment to cook a full meal under the stars. She could not just walk away. One of the copper cooking sets seemed to call her name. She started bartering for a reasonable price.</s>	<\|message\|>Des "Ah, I see you have taken a liking to that cooking set there, madam," The merchant said as he walked over to Rose, "For a pretty lass such as yourself, 75 pieces."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis' eyes went wide when she said those words, his cursed left eye flashing an angry green for a moment before it stopped. He wanted to retaliate with words but his throat seized up, locking shut, if he spoke she would just poke fun at him again, he usually stood tall but now he slumped a fraction. "nothed*," he turned around and with a flick of his tattered left ear, he signaled for them to follow, his steps were more unsure now then they'd ever been, almost all people did not comment on his voice, they tended to know what was good for them, the last time someone did they suffered a beating. But he couldn't beat the girl under the pointy hat, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand at her, she seemed like she didn't know what she was saying but that didn't make him any less wounded. Vis tightened his scarf. When they arrived at the tavern, Vis held the door open for his group, turning around to see the Paladin, Gnome and the pretty hooded girl who made comments at his expense.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki shifted her gaze to the side slightly, as she was compared to that of a barmaid. Not because she was insulted, but moreso because she ended up thinking about kissing patrons when she was half dead. That was one memory she would love to bury, but at least that was at a different village. "Of course. Although I may not look like it, but I do have confidence in my ability to scout out an area. That, and when I do run into trouble, I trust my skill in a scythe." Answering the other man's questions, she couldn't help but to notice how he had a momentary lapse when he first looked at her. She leaned closer to him, while subtly releasing the top clasp of the cloak, allowing it to part slightly. From this angle, the man could get just a tiny glimps of her chest. "Well~? Do you believe me~?" Whispering these words, at such a low volume, yet with hints of a challenge mixed in with that sultry tone.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace entered the tavern and looked around. The room was filled with wooden constructs, living creatures and ceramics containing, what smelled like food. He didn't see a source for the food though. How did these people find it? Why decide to eat it here? Then he saw a creature with a large wooden plate stacked with cups. Distributing food to people. He noticed a pattern, she went by all the wooden circles and gave foot to those balanced around it. Furnace concluded that if they balanced on the small wooden constructs around the large wooden plates, they would get food. Following the pattern the barmaid followed Furnace chose a table that would soon be serviced. He took the cloth-wrapped bastard sword slung over his shoulder and carefully placed it leaning against the table. After sizing the chair up for a few seconds and studying the other patrons he got up on the seat and sat down cross-legged. Then he waited. If his guesses were correct food would now come to him.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ A scythe huh, that's an interesting weapon of choice, thought Separ as he continued to talk to this beautiful lady. However as he was listening to her, she seemed to lean forward and unbutton the top of her cloak, an action which surprised Separ. He stared closely for a second and realized he could see a small portion of her cleavage. Was she purposefully trying to make him look? Should he look? Can he? While Separ kind of wanted to take a peek he realized that wouldn't be a good idea. She was most likely just feeling a little hot and wanted some more air. He glanced to the side not wanting to stare at her chest and give off the wrong impression. "I believe you, after all you have no reason to lie right?" His voice had turned even more nervous now, as he wasn't sure quite what to do. "So, uh, welcome to the team I guess." He looked back at her and gave her a somewhat shy smile. Separ turned towards Kelvin and extended a hand, his palm facing the sky. "This here is Kelvin, and my name is Separ. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" As he said this Separ had a lightbulb moment and turned towards Kelvin and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you my name earlier. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, at least the other guy was going to keep his head on. Mostly. Not that Kelvin had done much better with that passing insult. A scythe? Scouting? Kelvin shook his head. If she had those skills, it was more concerning. What if she was part of a marauder's crew- luring unsuspecting travelers to the wrong road at the wrong hour. The thought made him shudder. It was just unnatural, for someone with a face like that to be alone in a town like this. Though, in retrospect, it was equally strange for an engineer to be hanging about the area as well. She leaned closer to them, his companion specifically, and murmured towards him, letting her cloak hang open a bit. Whelp. He was done here. Kelvin turned away smartly and sat down at her table, attempting to keep a straight face. Aren't you supposed to seduce them before you get what you want, rather than after? Not that he had experience in such things. Ah, Separ was his name. "It be alright, think nothing of it." Kelvin didn't look at either of them, looking pointedly to the side and then jumping, knocked over his chair and falling to the floor beside it. "What… who is that?!" A strange, whitish childlike creature was sitting on one of the seats beside him. Kelvin spluttered and recovered a bit. "Ah, hello there… little one."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched the half-elf for his reaction, and she couldn't help but think maybe she chose the wrong choice. He had looked mad, and she could feel that she had hurt his feelings. Her face kept neutral, but there was an argument going on in her head. She chose to ignore it, but her headache and dizziness were increasing. And after a few moments Alula had forgotten about what the voices were arguing over. Something about a voice? She knew plenty of those. Oh. They were walking now. She wasn't sure were they were going, or if she should go too. But after taking one teetering step forward she decided going with them was better then staying alone in a crowd. She allowed herself to lean on the paladin a few times, and although the touch of armor felt like a searing through her robes she did not fall. Several times while the small group was walking Alula asked where they were going, and every time she got an answer she soon forgot it and asked again. She also asked several other questions ranging from asking "what time is is" four times to questioning why the paladin was wearing so much armor. Walking into the bar was slightly less overwhelming then walking through the streets. It was still many thoughts being thrown at her at once, so many intermingling voices. But now several of them were drunk. And yet it was still a lot to take in. She opened her mouth, eyes dully glowing under her hat. "A gathering place for people of all kinds, the road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same and yet they end up here." She already felt far more comfortable being out of the heat, and although the bar was noisier she could barely hear them under the voices in her head. She watched as the gnome ran off to find a table, sitting with a few other people. Alula disliked the idea of having to be close to more people so quickly, and instead found herself wobbling over to a small table near the back of the room. All around her phantoms and hallucinations moved, ranging from the joyous to disastrous. From weddings to war. But she didn't mind, they were faded and quiet under a heavy cloud of alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noted the other beings around the wooden circle had noticed him and one of them wished to trade words. He eyed the tall figure, he had a magnificent beard, he was tall but not as physically imposing as his new metal bound friend. The thing that stood out about this guy was not his appearance. Furnace tilted his head slightly without breaking eye contact with Kelvin. "Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Once the group he had latched himself onto entered, Vis followed, closing the wooden door behind him. Once the merry group had entered, Vis veered to the left and towards the bar counter where the bartender stood and dried out rinsed tankards. "Ith there a chanth I can thake a thankard outh?" asked Vis, watching the man behind the counter dry out the mug. "Sorry mate, nothing leaves the tavern that's not yours." Vis sighed, he didn't like to drink or eat in public, he had to take off the scarf and let people see his gnarled up scar and exposed teeth, he didn't want that. He was about to walk away and find a seat but behind the barman was a sheld of unopened bottles of drink, waiting to be bought. One of the bottles caught his eye, it was a plain green bottle, slimmer and taller then most, with an all too familiar label; it was a bottle of ForestElf, Wildberries and Alderflowers and it was new, Vis didn't like aged. "How muth for tha ForethtElf?" Vis asked, he watched as the man reached up to get a bottle that sat next to the one that caught his eye, it was a lighter color and the wax around the cork was damaged, showing it had been watered down and re-sealed, "Tha fresh one pleath." said Vis patiently, as the man grumbled and brought down the unopened one. "40 gold," said the barkeeper, clearly disgruntled by his failed attempt at selling him watered down booze, "Special discount for you my lispy friend." "fiftheen gold and I'm noth your friend you con artitht." He glared at the man and rested his hand on his rapier, as the man dropped his hand under the counter, probably gripping a weapon. "40, you half-elf mongrel." "Fiftheen, you gold pinthing donkey."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver stepped beside the half-elf and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at the barkeeper. "No need to ruin this good day with... regrettable actions, friends. What do we say to thirty gold, and I'll put up half of it... provided you share some with our new friends, of course." It was obvious so far that the barkeep was a cheat and a swindler, and in another time Carver would have loved to have words with him on the subject. However, not on such a fine day, in so crowded a place, with friends in need of care nearby. The priority right now was diffusing the situation. "How much for something hot for my diminutive friend, good man?" He gestured back to the gnome sitting nearby, who looked to be sniffing at a bearded stranger. The man didn't seem offended by this, so that was good. Carver jingled his coin purse and was disheartened by its lightness - a life of charity had taken a toll on his funds, it seemed. He'd need to find some form of income soon, but that could wait.</s> <\|message\|>Des The barkeep looks Carver up and down, "For a respectful man such as yourself, 30 pieces is fine, as for food, that'll be 20 pieces for a nice hot meal." The barkeep brings the down the bottle and holds out his hand, waiting to be paid.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis, shook off Carver's hand and just glared at the barman, ignoring the paladin's offer after hearing the lightness of his pouch, he was too prideful at that moment to accept help and he didn't see it fair to take from someone who had little to begin with. "I'll pay thirthy." growled Vis through clenched teeth, his green eye casting a bright shaft of light at the barman's face. "Fifty." replied the barman, seeing that Vis was willing to pay more, the man smirked. In no mood to barter any further, Vis shoved his fist into the his coin pouched and clenched about half in his fist before throwing them at the taverner's face and snatched the bottle from his grubby clutches, "What the f-!" "You goth tha money, now shuth up!" yelled Vis, not caring who heard him. He turned around and let the paladin get what he wanted from the disgruntled man picking up coins from the floor. Vis found a secluded seat in a dark corner and popped the cork from the bottle, he took a deep whiff of it's smell, 'the smell of home.' he thought, remembering that the brewery was in his home town. He was about to lower his scarf to drink but he noticed a faint white glow coming from his blind, left side. He turned to see the girl in the pointy hat, he groaned, not seeing her as she was on his left side. Sp he went over to another seat, farther into the corner and away from the zoned out woman. As he sat there, on his own, he glanced at the girl in the pointy hat.</s>	<\|message\|>Des "Well, since your friend there is so rude, you have to be the normal price, 35 pieces for a nice meal." He sneered at the paladin, then looking at the rogue, "And if he causes any trouble, I expect you to take care of him because you won't like how I do it."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Alright, well I'm going to go an buy some supplies as well for everyone else, feel free to join me if you wish." As Separ was about to head out towards the marketplace he saw Kelvin approach him. "I'll stay." Separ couldn't help but smile at this as Kelvin lowered his bag on the ground and told him it would be better not to go through his bag as it could be dangerous. "That's fine with me, I wouldn't want to risk anyone injuring themselves, though I must say I'm really glad you decided to stay." Separ smiled happily as he watched Kelvin continue to reorganized his backpack. You sure have a lot of stuff in there, don't you? Separ thought to himself as the bag Kelvin had seemed to be stuffed with many different materials, and what Separ guessed were explosives. "I am sorry to say I will be a bit of a burden, as I don't have any food supplies, or much money to compensate for that." Kelvin shrugged, as he then went on to list what supplies he had available to him. Sure he didn't actually have any food supplies or coin, but what he did have lots of gear and equipment that would be a great asset for the team for sure. "Surely you must be joking, you have quite a bit of gear and equipment here. I doubt you'd slow us down at all. I'm sure you'll be a valued member of the team, so you need not worry Kelvin." Separ looked around at the remaining members of the group who had chosen to stay here rather than go on the shopping trip for food. "If anyone wants to come with me I'm going to go and get some tents and sleeping bags, maybe some snacks as well or anything else provided I have enough money for it." As Separ said this he took out a rather large bag filled with golden coins. It was larger than anyone elses, though only just slightly above Alula's. And with that Separ headed off to a different section of the marketplace, and after a bit of walking approached a store which sold general gear. Entering the building he saw various non-magical gear and equipment all stored on racks as well as a couple shelves of dried food. Upon seeing some tents though, Separ went up towards them and picked up four boxes of them, as well as a backpack for himself. With his items in tow he went up to the shopkeeper, a young woman who, while Separ guessed wasn't the actual owner, was probably related to them in one way or another. "How much here for the tents and backpack?" Separ asked, as he laid them out on the counter and reached for his coin bag.</s> <\|message\|>Des The girl looked up at Separ, "120 gold all together, will that be all?" She asked, she smiled at the size of his coin bag, showing that she upped the price since he had a lot of money, sadly Separ is un-perceptive and didn't notice. "You going on a camping trip or something."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "120 gold pieces? Isn't that a bit much?" Separ asked as he started to pull out the money regardless. Sure he was surprised by the price, but the gear seemed to be of at least decent quality, and well Separ didn't actually know how much these usually rang up for. Maybe all tents were this expensive? Whatever the case, Separ shrugged it off and naively handed her the money. "I'm not really going camping by the way, more like going on an adventure with some people I just met. They're all pretty nice." Separ turned around and looked a little bit more around the store, then realized he had forgotten to pick up sleeping bags. He quickly rushed over and picked up all eight of them and laid them on the counter as well. "And how much for these?"</s> <\|message\|>Des "4 each, so 32." Once again she upped the price, and once again Separ took no notice. "So you and 7 others huh? You sure 4 tents is going to be enough, you may need one more."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Sure thing, here you go." Said Separ as he handed her the cash, but just before he could hand it to her she asked if he needed one more tent. "Huh? Why would I need one more tent? There's eight of us after all so that would be two per tent. Wait are you just trying to get me to buy more stuff so I can spend more money than I should? Well your plan isn't going to work if that's what your suggesting. I'm just going to pay for this stuff and that's it." And with that Separ handed her the money, though as he prepared to leave he saw some simple medical supplies as well. Bandages, gauze, disinfectant, the works. "Uh, but first, how much are those?" Separ asked, pointing at the supplies.</s> <\|message\|>Des "No, of course not, but there may be that one person who wants to be alone." She stops when Separ says something and looks to where he's pointing. "Oh, the medkit, that would be 40 gold." This Separ catches, he's been through enough bandages to know that the medkit is only 20 at best.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ shocked at the price picks up the medkit and examines it thoroughly, there's no way the medkit should cost this much money at all. Confused and a bit annoyed he went up to the woman and placed the medkit on the counter. "This is just a normal medkit, there's no way it should be this expensive. It's double the price of other medkits." Separ sighed as he realized she may have even cheated him on the other prices as well. What a fool I have been. I fell for her trap so easily. "Did you increase the price of everything I have bought in here?" Separ questioned her sternly.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Noooo, why would a merchant ever exaggerate prices, besides you already bought it with no complaints so you can't do anything now, as for the medkit, you're right, it shouldn't be that expensive, but due to supply and demand, especially since you have 8 people going off on an adventure where injuries are certain and the demand for meds will be high, the price of the supply is also, you guessed it, high. Now pay the 40 gold or get out of here."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace wanted to try this wonder thing. He chose a random stand and walked up to it. He could't see what was on the table but as he looked up he saw the strangest thing hanging from the tarp hanging over the stand. It was a long wooden staff ending in a circle. In the circle a weave made of tightly spun rope was attached. It made him think of the spider's webbing. The handle and shape suggested the staff was a tool for some job or function. Furnace was dying to know what it was. He stepped back so he could meet the shop keepers gaze. He pointed up at the butterfly net as he stood there in shabby rags and bare feet. His appearance suggested he couldn't buy anything here, but Furnace didn't know that. With utmost concentration Furnace looked at the shop keep and shouted "How Much!"</s> <\|message\|>Des Startled by the shouts of Furnace, the shopkeep jumped and screamed a bit. After regaining his calm, he looked to where the gnome was pointing and saw the net, "Oh that, that would be 10 gold pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ frowned at the price, but reluctantly decided it would be better to have a medkit than to not have one at all. "40 gold pieces was it?" Said Separ as he pulled out some coins, only to realize he didn't have enough. "Umm, I only have 32 gold pieces..." His words trailed off realizing he wasn't going to be able to afford the medkit. "It looks like I may be forced to buy that at a later time, thanks for the other supplies though." Said Separ as he began to walk off towards the door.</s> <\|message\|>Des The female merchant called out to Separ, "Wait kid, 30 will be just fine. Some money is better than no money."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Huh, you really mean it?" Asked Separ in shock. "I mean, yes that would be great, though are you sure about all of this, after all you're not getting the full price of what it's worth, and someone else might come in later and by it for the full price of 40?" Separ asked her.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Kid, when do you think some other naïve adventurer is going to come in here and buy it, the people in this town don't go on adventures."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "But... didn't you just say this item was in high demand?" Separ's brow furrowed as he realized he was being lied to. "You have been lying to me this whole time haven't you? Sell me this medkit at a price of 15 or I'm leaving."</s> <\|message\|>Des "The item isn't in high demand, but you are in high demand of it with your pack of 8, 25 pieces or walk kid because I'm not going lower."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ thought about her offer for a moment, but then had a 'brilliant' idea. "25 pieces and a date!" He exclaimed proudly, hoping it would cause her to stumble and lower the price. He wasn't actually expecting her to take him up on the offer, and he figured it was worth a shot. "Either that or 20 pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Des "I told you kid, I'm not going lower, so 25 and a date it is, now I get the 25 and a free meal, but good luck treating me anywhere on 7 gold."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ glanced around nervously and then sighed, defeated. "You were supposed to say 'No way am I going out with you, just take the medkit for 20 and get out.'" Separ fumbled with his money and paid her the 25 gold, and then handed her the last seven gold pieces as well. "Just keep it." And with that he began to leave the store, totally crushed, and without any money for himself.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Succes! The first stage of the ritual was going without a hitch. Furnace pulled out the fat sack of coins and reach in to count and take 10 coins exactly. He checked again to be absolutely sure he had the right amount, then placed the coins on the counter and waited in exited anticipation to see if it would work.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side. Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.</s> <\|message\|>Des Before Vis could manipulate the exchange, the merchant grabbed the gold, and handed Furnace the net. -Ignore this, Vis just ninja'd me with his update</s> <\|message\|>Furnace To Furnace's surprise there was a hidden element to the ritual. The recloacked man corrected him but he didn't know why. The man behind the table seemed to have no problem with the way he was chanting. He suggested an incantation returning a riddle. Perhaps this was an advanced form of magic. A ritual using less materials didn't seem like logical step up. Then again, some materials needed to smelt longer at lower temperatures. Maybe this was similar. In the same way, only slightly more confused, Furnace shouted his incantation at the shopkeep. "How low are you willing to go?"</s> <\|message\|>Des Once again startled by the shouting, the merchant jumped again but not as high this time. Once again regaining himself, he looked at Vis and looked back at Furnace, "Still 10 gold pieces, I'm not going lower on a net."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked back at the gnome and tightened up his scarf, "wath and learn." Vis scanned the stall of it's wares, looking for something to add into the deal, he spotted a bobbin of thread, looking up to the vendor Vis spoke, "throw in tha bobbin and conthider ith a deal." he returned to the gnome and whispered in his ear, "if a vendor is unwilling to go lower, try add something else to the deal but at a lower price."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Based on the reactions of the merchant and the recloacked man Furnace guessed he had messed something up. He looked with large sad eyes at Vis, then at the merchant, then at Vis again. "Now what?"</s>	<\|message\|>Des "A bobbin of twine and a net for 10 gold, hell, why not?" The merchant holds out his hand to the gnome, waiting to be paid.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des Startled by the shouts of Furnace, the shopkeep jumped and screamed a bit. After regaining his calm, he looked to where the gnome was pointing and saw the net, "Oh that, that would be 10 gold pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ frowned at the price, but reluctantly decided it would be better to have a medkit than to not have one at all. "40 gold pieces was it?" Said Separ as he pulled out some coins, only to realize he didn't have enough. "Umm, I only have 32 gold pieces..." His words trailed off realizing he wasn't going to be able to afford the medkit. "It looks like I may be forced to buy that at a later time, thanks for the other supplies though." Said Separ as he began to walk off towards the door.</s> <\|message\|>Des The female merchant called out to Separ, "Wait kid, 30 will be just fine. Some money is better than no money."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Huh, you really mean it?" Asked Separ in shock. "I mean, yes that would be great, though are you sure about all of this, after all you're not getting the full price of what it's worth, and someone else might come in later and by it for the full price of 40?" Separ asked her.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Kid, when do you think some other naïve adventurer is going to come in here and buy it, the people in this town don't go on adventures."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "But... didn't you just say this item was in high demand?" Separ's brow furrowed as he realized he was being lied to. "You have been lying to me this whole time haven't you? Sell me this medkit at a price of 15 or I'm leaving."</s> <\|message\|>Des "The item isn't in high demand, but you are in high demand of it with your pack of 8, 25 pieces or walk kid because I'm not going lower."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ thought about her offer for a moment, but then had a 'brilliant' idea. "25 pieces and a date!" He exclaimed proudly, hoping it would cause her to stumble and lower the price. He wasn't actually expecting her to take him up on the offer, and he figured it was worth a shot. "Either that or 20 pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Des "I told you kid, I'm not going lower, so 25 and a date it is, now I get the 25 and a free meal, but good luck treating me anywhere on 7 gold."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ glanced around nervously and then sighed, defeated. "You were supposed to say 'No way am I going out with you, just take the medkit for 20 and get out.'" Separ fumbled with his money and paid her the 25 gold, and then handed her the last seven gold pieces as well. "Just keep it." And with that he began to leave the store, totally crushed, and without any money for himself.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Succes! The first stage of the ritual was going without a hitch. Furnace pulled out the fat sack of coins and reach in to count and take 10 coins exactly. He checked again to be absolutely sure he had the right amount, then placed the coins on the counter and waited in exited anticipation to see if it would work.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side. Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.</s> <\|message\|>Des Before Vis could manipulate the exchange, the merchant grabbed the gold, and handed Furnace the net. -Ignore this, Vis just ninja'd me with his update</s> <\|message\|>Furnace To Furnace's surprise there was a hidden element to the ritual. The recloacked man corrected him but he didn't know why. The man behind the table seemed to have no problem with the way he was chanting. He suggested an incantation returning a riddle. Perhaps this was an advanced form of magic. A ritual using less materials didn't seem like logical step up. Then again, some materials needed to smelt longer at lower temperatures. Maybe this was similar. In the same way, only slightly more confused, Furnace shouted his incantation at the shopkeep. "How low are you willing to go?"</s> <\|message\|>Des Once again startled by the shouting, the merchant jumped again but not as high this time. Once again regaining himself, he looked at Vis and looked back at Furnace, "Still 10 gold pieces, I'm not going lower on a net."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked back at the gnome and tightened up his scarf, "wath and learn." Vis scanned the stall of it's wares, looking for something to add into the deal, he spotted a bobbin of thread, looking up to the vendor Vis spoke, "throw in tha bobbin and conthider ith a deal." he returned to the gnome and whispered in his ear, "if a vendor is unwilling to go lower, try add something else to the deal but at a lower price."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Based on the reactions of the merchant and the recloacked man Furnace guessed he had messed something up. He looked with large sad eyes at Vis, then at the merchant, then at Vis again. "Now what?"</s> <\|message\|>Des "A bobbin of twine and a net for 10 gold, hell, why not?" The merchant holds out his hand to the gnome, waiting to be paid.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace nodded and handed the man the golden sheets. He wondered who hell was, but he or she didn't interrupt him when he gave the gold. The ritual seemed complete as Furnace accepted the net in return and held it aloft in wonder. What magics could this staff hold? "Now we do the same with.. bread.. right?" Furnace tried to imagine what bread was. The words sounded like broad. So he expected it to be flat and heavy, like a broadsword.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver pondered the girl's question for a moment. "Heavy? I suppose it is, but not so bad once you begin to see the benefits," he responded, unsure if he was still talking about armor. "Truth is, I can't imagine I could ever do anything else. I was raised in a monastery - every day I prayed, trained, read, bettered my body and my mind until the Knight Commander deemed I was ready. Past a certain age, of course, I would have been allowed to leave, but... I never wanted to." He smiled fondly at the memories of his youth, particularly the phrase he now repeated that one of his teachers had been so fond of. "There's so much wrong in the world. One man can't fix it all, but... think about how much he'll do if he tries." He shook himself out of his nostalgia and stood up. "Apologies, you didn't ask to hear my life story. Are you feeling well, my lady? I should think our companions will be returning shortly." The woman in black was still here, he realized with a start. He shouldn't have lost track of her. Careless. She could have hurt someone while he was pontificating. He'd have to do better to keep an eye on that one.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened contentedly as Carver talked about his early life. She wasn't sure why, but even the voices kept quiet as he spoke. Listening to him speak so fondly of events of his past made her feel strangely happy. She might not have memories of the past, but he did. It must be nice, to think on the before and expand upon. And while she felt like she should have been jealous or sad, she wasn't. She tipped back her hat, as if trying to see better through hazy eyes. "The kindness of one has the ability to grow in the sunshine and change the lives of many." She smiled softly, pulling her hat back down over her eyes. She felt fine, in fact she felt more levelheaded then normal. She figured it had something to do with him being a paladin. "I am...quite alright..." She spoke slowly, as if confused. She was surprised that she was feeling so stable. "I am...eager...to begin this...adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki sighed as she watched mostly everyone split up to go shopping for supplies. "There's not alot one can't get without gold." Muttering softly to herself with a bemused smile, she glanced slightly at the paladin, internally frowning as she noticed that his attention seemed to be on her. Choosing to pass time doing something else, she started walking off in the direction of the marketplace. However, unlike the others, she wasn't shopping. She had stayed in one place for long enough, so she was starting to worry about possible religious members locating her here.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Separ exited the store, feeling like a chump after what happened with the shopkeeper he ran into the cloaked girl. Separ couldn't help but smile when he saw her, and it even made him temporarily forget about what happened in the general shop. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but he was glad that both she and all the others had agreed to stay in the group. Separ could finally start his own adventure. Separ immediately walked over to the cloaked girl. "Hey, how's it going? I managed to buy us some tents and sleeping bags, as well as a medkit and backpack. Are you out shopping to, if so can I accompany you? Though, as of now I have no money." Separ glanced from side to side before sighing. "Please don't ask, I'd rather not talk about it." He exclaimed before looking once again at her. "So are the others with you, or are they still near the tavern? and umm, what did you want to buy?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked got up from his crouched position and took the bobbin of thread from the man behind the counter, stowing it in his leather backpack. He had no idea what he was going to do with it but he felt it would become useful at some point. He looked down to the gnome, "Nithe buy, yeth now we go tho buy bread." Unfortunately, Vis didn't know where the baker's district was but he could find out. Looking for the nearest permanent structure, the facade of a small temple, he approached it and rested his hand on the windowsill testing it's sturdiness, it seemed to hold. Vis clambered up, putting his hands on the heads of saints and gargoyles and ascending the face of the temple until he was near the top. He hold on with one hand and leaned away from the face of the temple, Vis saw plooms of white smoke and deduced that was where bread was being made. Climbing back down he returned to the gnome and walked with him to the bakery and purchased stale bread for two coins a piece, buying 8 in total.</s> <\|message\|>Des Suddenly, guards started running through the streets. Upon first glance, one would assume they would be running after someone and most likely the people who caused trouble at the local tavern. But the guards kept running, and as they drew closer, you could tell they weren't running after, but away. Screams started to fill the streets as kobolds (small dragonfolk with no wings), goblins, men wearing chainmail and black tunics, and even an ettin (two-headed giant) started to swarm the village, destroying and slaughtering everything in sight. The goblins set fire to the stands and the ettin destroyed many houses and even the tavern. A dark silhouette of a man on a horse could be seen amongst the smoke in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace furiously pondered the meaning and intent of this group. He saw them break, tear and burn the stands, carts and houses. Two huge heads sharing one body came storming past him, massive flail in each hand. As he crashed trough several stands at once, splinters and raw materials flew trough the air. Deconstruction It dawned on Furnace what they were doing. They were harvesting materials for the forge. He saw creatures armed with swords and clubs run to the creatures from the village and hit them until they stopped screaming. Was this a fight? Or could they also harvest life? "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." Was this what the tired girl had predicted? Either way, Furnace was exited by this development. Much to learn. And in the spirit of learning new thing Furnace took the wrapped package from his back and let the cloth fall to the ground. With two hands and significant effort he held aloft an orcish broadsword. It was about his size and looked right at home between the flails, blades and axes of the newcomers. With care and calculation he mimicked the lumbering brute's movements as he rand after him, then past him, then into a stand. With as mighty a swing he could muster he brought the heavy blade down upon the wooden board. The thin plank snapped instantly, causing copper and tin trinkets to fly everywhere. As Furnace was showered in shiny but function-less pieces of metal he looked behind him at the two-faced giant, looking for confirmation that he got it right.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The ettin was about to slay the little one when he had suddenly attacked on of the stands, this caused the ettin to think that the little one was one of them and so he nodded and continued his rampage.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Suddenly, the adrenaline in Vis' system drained away and he felt immensely tired, from all the strenuous moving and his profuse blood loss and his body was wracked with thudding pains. He leaned against the wall next to him for support but instead he staggered and had to sit on the floor, resting his head on the wall he sighed as the world around him grew silent or maybe his brain was too tired to interpret sound. He whinced as he leaned his back against the wall, the long gash on it inflamed; looking down onto his chest, he furrowed his eyebrows, the front of his leather armor had a bump on it. Deciding to investigate, he pulled back the leather segment and stifled a yell, there, protruding from his chest was a pointed piece of metal, an arrow head. He quickly brought his hands to his back and felt that the fletching of the arrow , it was touching his armor, the arrow had gone all the way through him and had missed everything vital. He was amazed and at the same time horrified, he decided to keep it in to hold back blood, picking himself back up, Vis shambled back to the man he had killed, he had a plan. He pulled the black tunic off of the man and draped it over himself, covering his armor and making him look like one of them, looking back at the man he sighed, if he had a ranged weapon he could gave killed him and took no damage. Vis had an idea. He dropped to his knees and with tired hands, got to work, cutting a patch of leather from the dead mans trousers and poking two holes through it and working twine through the holes. His sling was complete and he rose to his wobbly feet, only to start shuffling and stumbling, Vis was drained and felt as if he were on his last legs. He stumbled back out but instead of coming to the main street he came out in a forest, a bit confused he carried on and step by step he faltered until he fell on the floor, breathing shallowly. Maybe the arrow had hit something vital after all. The black tunic billowed around him as he hit the ground and he moaned in pain, dressed as one of the raiders.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula looked over the chaotic destruction of the town. She seemed rather pleased, Carver was being tended by the gnome and the horde in front of them had seemed to thinned out considerably due to the fires. Yes, this was fine. But something was wrong. The girl was panicking again. "Please! Another is hurt. He is dying. He is far and needs us." It took a lot of effort but Alula was finally able to convince herself to move. Despite the anxious and urgent tone of Alula's voice, she moved at a slow and lazy hover over the battle. It wasn't difficult to find Vis, and yet she hesitated as she hovered down next to him, glowing eyes looking cross. "This man is a raider he doesn't need to be healed, he needs to be killed. no wait please he isn't a raider. Ah yes...now we recognize him. The man who tired to hurt you in the tavern. he didn't try to hurt me it was an accident. And now here he is on the ground, just like back in the tavern." And as it seemed like Vis was soon to be blasted to death, another voice spoke. The same calming one that often kept Alula in line. "The girl speaks the truth. This man is kind and has protected her. We will not harm him." The staff was lowered, and Alula hovered even closer to Vis and carefully turned him, removing the arrow with gentle movements. Despite this care Alula still sounded anxious. "please be gentle with him. You heard as the other said, you cannot harm him. Please let us heal him." Alula's begging finally gave way. The girl first made sure Vis was not watching as she pulled back her sleeves and began to chant. "petranas letoclo ve irisv sia thurirl" This heal was far more energy consuming then healing Separs hands. This was a lot of internal damage and bleeding, but he would live. Alula again hovered over him, glowing eyes devoid of emotion. But she was relieved. She was glowing with far less intensity now, using all of this energy was exhausting her. She wished it was night.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis was nearly unconscious when he felt a soft draft across his face, then a burning pain lanced through his body as he felt his organs shift, the arrow slowly being pulled out of his body, ge writhed in pain but clamped his mouth and eyes shut, not wanting to attract attention. But the pain did not relent, as burning white magic sifted through his broken bones and pulled together parted flesh until he was as whole as possible. Vis groaned and flopped onto his side and clutched at his chest, he gasped for air and relished it's cooling feeling in his lungs, he was better but he did not feel much better. Vis finally opened his eyes but saw only the ground, tilting it to look up, he saw an angel floating by his side, he squinted as it's bright glow hurt his eye he reached out and tried to touch the angel bit found that it was too far, he still held his hand out though hoping the angel would bless him. As he blinked away tears of pain and the haze of exhaustion, he saw that he wasn't looking at an angel but at that girl, Alula. Slowly Vis got to his feet, and his knees buckled for a bit before he leaned on a tree to look up at her, he tightened his scarf, "Um.. Th-thank you." he was frankly a bit scarred of her but at the same time, he felt the need to step closer, "Alula.."</s> <\|message\|>Des The ravaging horde ripped apart Rose, adding her to the pile of rotting flesh. Rose has died</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula looked down upon Vis as he began to breathe, a small smile spreading across her face. He was breathing, he was alive. Thank the stars. She watched as he reached out, as if trying to touch her. She moved away, even though she knew he wouldn't have the reach nor the energy to grab her, she didn't want him to get burned. She watched him struggle to stand, wishing she could have assisted him but being afraid of making things worse. And he spoke as he stood, and Alula let out a soft giggle and a smile before her face contorted back to a serious and emotionless expression. "There is no need for you to thank us. You shall thank the girl once this is all over." Alula drifted over to the tree line, peaking out. "The fight is not yet over. And you are in no shape to be moving." She looked over her shoulder, back at Vis. "And we suggest you keep yourself safe, for your sake as well as the girls."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was on one knee, panting, armor scuffed and battered and dented, aching from a dozen bruises. Another mace cracked onto his shoulder, adding to the count. The armor would take the force of the blow, he knew - it wouldn't harm him, not really. Didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. "Carver, a knight in shining armor is a man who's never had his metal tested. Again." Goblin blood was leaking in his visor. He blinked his eyes clean and beheld something wondrous. It was the sun, right in front of his eyes, burning and bright and powerful. He was bathed in her light - his mind was soothed with her radiance. She was his bright lady, he her knight errant, and she had seen fit to grant him a token of her favor. Tears ran freely down the knight's face, mingling with the blood. She was here, she was with him. For a moment Carver thought he was dead; for a moment he thought he would never die. And then the light faded, and strength surged through his body. He rose, flush with warmth and fire, and lashed out a cut at the goblin who had struck him. He blocked another blow, took another on his armor without flinching. He could not be hurt - not while he bore her purpose. "Hello again, friend." Carver turned his head around to see the gnome there, looking at him. Carver grinned, though he knew the gnome wouldn't be able to see it. "My friend! Stay back, let me take the worst of it! Is everyone safe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, the answer to that one was a solid 'no'. That little guy though. He was amazing. Kelvin only paused for a second to see the midget punch into the enemy lines towards the paladin. Great work there, but- there was more work to be done. Kelvin instead ran towards the tavern, with it's roof fairly busted up by the ettin's weight. He threw open the door and ducked inside, raising his crossbow to release a round almost point blank into the surprised face of a goblin, which promptly fell over, even as Kelvin released a few more bolts into attackers. He paused for a moment and looked over the space, shouting. "There are too many! We got to leave! Follow us if you want to live." He paused long enough to refill his pouch with crossbow darts from his pack and reload his crossbow before charging back out, moving to support the midget and the paladin. Fires still blazed in spots around them, but that was just to his advantage. He dashed forward to use the two warriors as cover. He arrived and shot a goblin coming from Carver's left in the chest, not killing him due to armor, but knocking him down easily. "We can't fight this many, we need to get the townsfolk and leave."</s> <\|message\|>Des As Kelvin leaves the tavern, The ettin wakes up and his rising crushes the building and all those inside. The ettin then looks over at the three in the mosh pit and charges towards them. People who have escaped for now unless they run back in: Separ Suki Vis Alula So only the three trapped in the middle of the horde are left to run and escape or fight the horde and ettin Ettin:</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The lumbering brute rushing towards them gave Furnace considerable alarm. Regardless what the double headed giant was planning, at this rate he was going to step on on Furnace's sword! What a fool he had been for dropping it. Furnace shouted a warning "Don't walk there!" but the monster did not take note. Without a though Furnace ran at him, or rather, the sword arms outstretched. He reached out with heat and cinders as he let magic flow forwards, setting fire to the corpses and rubble between him and the Ettin. Torn armor, lost chains maxes and blades, scraps and rubble. The battlefield was littered with things that burnt and things that melt. Red glowing landmines of liquid metal scattered across the field the Ettin was charging into. The epicenter of scorching pain placed several meters above the now glowing blade of Furnace. The growing ball of fire stood imposing in the path of the Ettin, at chest height and bright enough pierce eyes. Unfazed by the heat and nimble enough to skip and jump between the molten death traps, Furnace bounded forwards, leaving a trail of glitter in his wake as kicked up sand turned to glass. He didn't know if the creature was going to be willing to burn himself, all he had eyes for was his blade.</s> <\|message\|>Carver "We can't fight this many, we need to get to the townsfolk and leave." Carver couldn't see the man who was shouting to him, but from the voice and the crossbow bolts that appeared in the chests of several goblins, he guessed it was Kelvin. He was just preparing a response when the world caught fire. A great roar came from the battlefield as piles of scrap metal melted into pools of lava. He could feel the heat even from here - if he stayed around this inferno, the knight would be cooked alive in his armor in a few minutes. Obviously, this was the work of whatever spellcaster had singed him earlier - now they were poised to burn the whole town down. The scope of the battle had changed, he realized. There was more power at play here than the party was prepared to handle. Carver hated to run, but laying down his life now would be a pointless waste. The battle was lost; now he just needed to get everyone clear. A proposition that was very suddenly made drastically more difficult when the gnome bounded into the heart of the fires - towards the Ettin. He was moving fast, faster than Carver could have managed even without armor. Well, he'd just have to hope the gnome slowed down, then. He turned to Kelvin. "Get to the others, and get them and as many people as you are able out of the town and into the woods! Keep them safe! I'm going after the gnome! We'll meet you out there!" With that, Carver took off running as fast as the sun's energy would allow him.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The town has been 95% destroyed NPC survivors: 2</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Des The town has been 95% destroyed NPC survivors: 2</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The Ettin stayed it's course, roaring trough the blistering pain and swinging around a heavy flail. Furnace pushed on also, along with the floating inferno before him. Like a fiery game of chicken they rushed at each other. With a groaning sound chains snapped as links softened and a glowing hot flail head plummeted into the crowd like a meteor strike. Furnace shouted in dismay as he saw the brute step on his sword, kicking it into the dust and burning his foot in the process. "Mine!" With a primal yell he threw himself forward while the flames launched into his point of focus. Stepping on sharp and rapidly heating metal gave the brute pause for a moment, he lifted his foot but the softened metal had embedded itself and curved into the foot. Funace dove under the foot equal his size and grabbed hold of the hilt. With all his might he pulled the blade free, leaving conciderable traces of steel in the giants bare foot. The Ettin was thrown off balance and missed a swing with his club. Howling in pain the massive four eyed monster hopped on one leg. The earth shook each time his broad foot slammed down. Furnace slashed wildly with the white hot metal, blood splatters in his eyes clouded his vision, so if it had any effect he didn't know it.. A piece of leather came flying by and whipped him on the left arm, reactively he grabbed the belt and was pulled up by the momentum of the flailing and spinning giant. In a split second he saw himself fly past the man's chest, two heads stared at him with faces of rage, pain and frustration. The Ettin swung at him with the flail, Furnace grabbed and barely held on the pole, had the flail-head still been there he would have been hit right across the.. well everywhere as the flail-head was about his size. Furnace dangled on the broken flailpole like a mariomet on tangled rope. He had no chance to think about how he got here, or what he was doing. All he knew was that this person needed to stop moving right now, if he was to make it out of this intact. The Ettin trashed and shook the stick in an attempt to flick the annoyance away, unable to stand and in considerable pain. Furnace held on barely by wooden pole he felt turning to coal. All around him he saw the bodies of creatures lying perfectly still, the one thing they all had in common was that they were damaged. Perhaps enough pain will make you sleep? A long shot, but worth the try. He clumsily held on to the sword with one hand, unable to swing it while being slung around. The ground suddenly came a lot closer as the Ettin had worked out the brilliant plan of smaking him into the ground. A dull crack and a thurough jolt of pain informed Furnace that he was broken. Not burnt or cut, but broken. Like wood. Furnace didn't know that was possible. It was certainly an intresting development. Rushing wind and a confused sense of direction suggested he went up again. He opened his eyes to see a glimpse of the backs of two heads, and beyond that, red ground. Furnace felt himself become weightless, he felt tired. He let go of the staff and saw the Ettin become a little smaller before moving past him as he fell to the ground and rolled away. He wiped the blood and ash from his eyes to see he had lost control of his furnace, the ball dissipated while small flames slowly spread across the battlefield unchecked. He felt like he'd channeled negative energy into himself by accident again. It made him nausious and sad somehow. But he did have his sword, as damaged as it was gripped tightly in his hand. Between the legs of the Ettin he could see Carver aproach, weapon drawn. He wondered why Carver was zigzagging like that. And how the Ettin stood at that angle. And why those stars showed up in the daytime this time. Why he was so sleepy. Slowly Furnace slipped into unconciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin "Get to the others, and get them and as many people as you are able out of the town and into the woods! Keep them safe! I'm going after the gnome! We'll meet you out there!" "Don't die, Sun worshipper. We are going to need you." Kelvin nodded affirmatively, and turned away, only to find himself facing another force of goblins. They weren't in a hurry, he was clearly outnumbered. He leveled a flat gaze with them, and slowly reached into his belt pouch and pulled out the dynamite, lighting it's fuse easily in a nearby blaze. Thanks, little guy. Kelvin held it up and looked at the fuse mildly as it slowly burned down, the enemies creeping closer. He waited until just three wraps about the thumb of fuse were left before throwing it in an arc over the group, aiming for the center before turning and diving diving to the ground, hold an armored corpse up in front of him in protection. A moment later, the blast seemed to shred through the air like a rabid animal through rotting leather, deafening and overwhelming even the sounds of the horde. Instantaneously, a wave of force pushing out bits of enemy, dead, armor, and dirt picked up Kelvin and his 'body'shield, throwing them back a good ten feet. He didn't hesitate or stop to survey the damage, instead stumbling upright and charging straight through the temporary cloud of dirt and smoke and out the other side, only pausing to shoot those directly in his path. Once outside of the main crowd, Kelvin continued his run through the outskirts of town, only pausing to pound on the doors that were still closed. This could mean the insides were untouched, and the people as well. "Out! We must abandon the city! Follow me if you want to live!" Kelvin barely paused as he reached the woods proper before turning, running just within the cover of the trees along the border of the town. That ditsy mage had fled this direction, though if she was smart she would have kept going once she was out. If not her, maybe he could find Separ. It didn't seem likely though, he must have been near the center of the chaos when it started.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula wasn't looking all that well. Despite not sustaining a single bit of damage from the horde of goblins, she was fading fast. Or something was. She wasn't hovering quite as far off the ground, and several time she actually touched her feet to the ground as if trying to rebalance herself. She didn't speak to Vis, although she occasionally glanced over her shoulder, reaffirming for herself that the half elf hadn't moved or died. And when Alula did speak it was in a strange language, no longer the common tongue. All of her words seemed disjointed and spacey, as she kept watch and made sure no straggling goblins spotted the spot where Vis was recovering. Her glowing was fading as well, no longer as bright and blinding. She could hear someone moving through the trees, and struggled to lift her staff and aim an attack. She never fired however, as she recognized Kelvin. The girl lowered her staff, muttering weakly. "A man who tangles with death and yet never stays."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Once Alula had stopped turning around, Vis disappeared into the forest, giving the Oracle a wide birth so she could not spot him. He felt a bit more steady on his feet but still a bit shaky. He walked and then he started to jog and by the time he reached the edge of the forest he was sprinting, it seemed that magical healing had a delay when it came to pain reduction. Once at the edge of the forest, Vis dropped to a crouch and winced, clutching his side an clamping his eyes shut, 'so much for magic pain reduction.' he thought to himself as he sank out of the tree line and into the outskirts of the town. As he snuck through the town, he heard yells and cheers as raiders celebrated the destruction of the town and the occasional scream of terror. Slowly approaching the area of the bakery, Vis felt his heart sink to his stomach, there was a rising cloud of smoke coming from where he remembered the bakery to be and once he came around to the street where it operated, his hopes were dashed. The building was blackened and charred, and the windows were smashed along with the doors. Vis crept in and went straight to the kitchen and tears stung his eyes as he saw the table flipped over and the hatch wide open, stumbling to the entrance, he hissed down into the basement. "Any one thare?!" He got no reply, so he stuck his head in and illuminated the room with his green eye, he recoiled instantly and hurled not the floor, heaving until his stomach was empty. Every one was dead and the coppery smell of blood was all that came from the room down below. But Vis had to have hope, he climbed down into the space and regretted it as he splashed into a puddle of crimson. He looked around and bathed everything in a green light, they were all dead, butchered and their limbs strewn everywhere. He was about to leave when he heard a meep, he turned to where he thought he heard it and saw the baker woman who had told him of the basement. She was beckoning weakly towards him, Vis quickly went to her side and dropped to his knees and gripped her hand. "I'm thorry," he whined, tears escaping his eyes, "please forgive me-" her weak smile cut him off and she gripped her hand and nodded towards a crate in the corner. "look after-" she rasped, Vis was about to ask what her what he was meant to look after but her eyes had already closed. He clamped his eyes shut and fought back more tears, before rising and approaching the box. Lifting open the lid he was surprised at what was in side</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was burning. The heat from the inferno was cooking him alive inside his armor, and in a strange place in his mind outside lucid thought, he felt a brief pang of pity for all the roast chickens he had eaten in his life time. A thunderous crack filled his eardrums, and a shockwave pushed into him from behind, bowling him off his feet. Perhaps Kelvin's work, or another display of power from the spellcaster? He hoped for the former as he struggled, unsteadily, to his feet. He was torn for a moment between continuing or returning to try and help the others. The gnome was in the most pressing danger - he carried on his course. He could scarcely see from the blood and smoke in his visor, and so he held it as an act of divine providence (or perhaps profound luck) when he almost literally tripped across a small form laying prone in a pile of rubble. Either this was the gnome or a strangely-proportioned child; either way, they very certainly needed to be removed from this situation. The ground shook nearby, and Carver just made out the silhouette of the Ettin a few meters away. A mighty blow landed, and Carver's armor was rained with chips of wood - apparently, the Ettin hadn't noticed the Paladin, and was preoccupying itself with destroying the village. Carver, with as much stealth as a burning man clad in full plate armor could muster, bent over the gnome. He was agonizingly aware of the fact that his armor was more than hot enough to burn skin at the moment, so he grabbed a nearby curtain that was only burned a little, stamped the fire out of it, and swathed the unconscious gnome in it like the world's largest baby. Then, once more that day, the knight ran. He ran until he could breathe without smoke filling lungs, until the cracking of burned wood faded into the distance. He coughed, still holding the gnome to his chest. His burns ached, hiw wounds bled, and his eyes told him that they wanted to close. He told them to shut up. There were trees here. Carver coughed again, and called out hoarsely: "Alula! Kelvin! Separ! Are you there?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had noticed as Vis tried to sneak away. The half elf wasn't exactly graceful, crashing through the forest on weak legs. Her magic really only worked its best when the injured person stayed still, like she had requested of Vis. She wasn't sure why Vis wanted to return to the destroyed town, and yet she didn't seem to care. At least, most of Alula didn't care. There was the gentle, frantic, voice in the back of her mind. Begging herself to pursue the man before he got himself hurt again. "We have healed him once. It is his own fault if he returns to the fighting. We can no longer afford to endanger the girl." And then an explosion shook the ground. The force of it, even from so far away, shook Alula. She lost focus for a moment, almost loosing her trance. It took considerable effort to keep herself hovering above the ground, and the light in her eyes continually flickered out. "We are loosing energy. We should not have healed the half-elf. We leave ourselves vulnerable. We should leave before anything dangerous continues." But before the girl could float herself away from the burning town, as well as the new companions she had acquired, something stopped her. A voice. And it said a name. Her name. Her real name. Her eyes flickered for a few moments, like a strobe light, before illuminating again. The paladin was in distress, and he was holding someone of equal distress. She hovered her way over to him, appearing between trees like a ghost. "The girl is unharmed and she is glad to see you are alive." Alula looked around, back towards the town. "The half-elf ran back in, if you are wise you will not follow him. You should sit down, and wait for the commotion in the town to die down."</s>	<\|message\|>Des The Ettin watched as the people had raced out of the town, but he was to be tending to his burned and scarred foot to chase after. The rest of the raiders cheered and began looting the rest of the town. As Vis opened the crate, he heard a wimper and saw a small girl sitting inside.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace had hoped hearing her reaction to the words would help divining their meaning. But now he had even more words devoid of meaning. Story? Night? Alula expressed her desire to not hurt anyone. Furnace had heard the same from Carver and a few others. A pattern? On one hand Furnace could relate to this idea, but on the other hand had he not hurt the two headed giant? He had chosen to protect the form of his own work over the form of him. And after that he had attempted to cause pain to him in an attempt to protect his own form. So his body and work were of higher priority to him than hurting others. Though otherwise he wouldn't want to hurt anyone either. Were her desires similar? He wondered. "I can hurt people too. But can choose not to when I don't have to. I wonder what weighs more than your wish to not hurt anyone? What makes you cause pain?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Okay. If Alula wasn't confused before she was now past the point of no return. When had the party gained such a young member? She would have defiantly remembered picking up such a young child at the tavern. She frowned as the girl walked by, trying to brush her hair over her eyes. She was really missing her hat at this point. A voice reassured her that she indeed wasn't forgetting anything, and that the child had been found by Vis during the destruction of the town. Oh. How strange. She wondered how long a child would be able to last in their care. And she only continued to feel more confused as the gnome continued to speak with her. It was as if everything the gnome said was over-complicated and strange. She frowned again, trying to move past him. "Choice...is a strange...concept..." She muttered, struggling to bend over and get her staff. "I am...not...always...in control..." She finally gripped the wood, standing up straight. She looked forwards, and the setting sun. "And stronger then my control...is their control." And now she had the support to move from her staff, Alula walked past Furnace, hoping to find a safe spot before the moon came up. But knowing her luck, she would run into more allies.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace cocked his head slightly as he processed her words. He followed her, slowly waving the tall grass out of his face. "Of course you can. Choosing to do or not do is how you express who you are. And what you do, create or destroy, that is you. So how could you not be you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula growled again, her anger growing despite her fatigue. She looked up anxiously at the setting sun. It would set any minute now, she needed to be rid of the gnome and the others. She needed to out distance between them. She glanced into the woods, which still seemed so far away. She wished that Carver would break through the tree line, he would be able to convince the gnome to cease his questions. She was getting stressed. And when the gnome spoke again she stopped walking, angrily planting her staff into the ground. She tried to control her apparent rage. "We are not all...blessed...with your...level of...expression." She growled, repeating his words. "We do not...get to...choose the life we...live." She started walking again, hoping to leave the gnome behind her. "And yet...I am myself..."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace was relentless, not recognizing anger or stress. "So then it's like channeling energy, just cause I can doesn't mean you can? I was able to share that with the friend collector though. Let me help you be you. And make the choices you want."</s> <\|message\|>Des As night falls lights can be seen in the town coming from enemy torches. Most of these lights leave and wander out of town while others search the perimeter. None are near the heroes, YET. The five that are searching are making sure to look into the woods and while Kelvin's contraption blocks out eyes from the town, it won't avoid the notice of these guys. Will the team decide to run deeper and face whatever lies in the woods or stay and fight the five and hope none brings backup.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver was still carrying the witch back to camp when he saw them. Five torches fanning through the woods. Survivors? No. Any townspeople who were still alive would have the good sense not to carry bright lights when trying to evade the army that had just destroyed their town. No, these were almost certainly foes, searching for survivors of the attack. And they were headed right for the camp. For the umpteenth time that day, Carver broke into an agonizingly slow run, finally breaking into the clearing where the rest of the party was. "Friends, they come! Five foes bear down on us, and I fear there is no time for us to run." He set the witch down gently on a blanket, somewhat guilty of his petty rough treatment of her earlier. He drew his sword and began gesturing around the camp. "I will try to take the worst of it. My gnomish friend, I know not how much energy remains within you, but use what you can to direct the foes to me. My lady Alula, please take the child and climb back to that tree, that we might protect the two of you more easily. Kelvin, I want you to remain at the base of the tree and shoot anything that gets too close. Separ, stay with me in front - they'll hit me, and then you'll hit them back harder. And, half-elf..." He glanced around. "Has anyone seen the half-elf?" The paladin shrugged, and placed his helmet back on his head.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Already Khat had wandered into the woods in the direction a set of foot prints went, she guessed they were Vis' as they were large and he had stated earlier that he was heading to a stream, his lateness was indicative of finding one. As she walked, she pulled her white linen head scarf around her neck, as it was a chilly evening. In the distance, she saw a figure move casually in her direction and as it got closer, she saw that it was Vis, casting a green glow from his eye. She regarded him coolly. "Vis," she said calmly, crossing her arms as she stood in front of him, she took this time to really look at the man who had pulled her out of the crate. He was skinny for an adult and very secretive, as he always had that scarf around his face, not once lowering it. Khat copied him, pulling up her scarf to hide her face, "I'm thirsty." "Hi Thirthty, I'm Vis." he joked dryly, looking down at her and casting a green glow on her freckled face, he noted that she had taken her scarf off of her head, showing the world her long red hair, "There ith a pond clothe by, come on." Vis lead her to the watering hole but the closer he got, the more cautious he became. I spluttering yellow light shone in the distance, it was a torch light and the figure beneath the light was clearly a raider, in the black tunic and holding a sword. Vis snapped to a wide eye'd Khat, "Up tha three!" he hissed, as he helped her climb up to a branch. Once safely high above the forest and tucked into the leaves of the tree, Vis deposited his armor and gear at the foo of the tree, instead pulling out his dagger and dropping into a crouch. From up in her treetop vantage, Khat watched as Vis slunk towards the light. From this height she could see the raider clearly, he was kneeled by the pond and was drinking. As Vis approached, it appeared as if killing the man would be no problem but the man was fast. He had spotted Vis in the reflection of the dark water and had spun around. Vis that quick, he couldn't get the man with the dagger as he could easily block with the torch but the man had yet to reach for his sword. So as he sprinted down to the enemy, he stooped and scooped a fist full of dirt and threw it at the man's face, momentarily blinded Vis took his chances. He hurled himself at the man and they both toppled into the pond, Vis on top of the raider. Quickly, Vis grabbed the man's head and pushed it under water, struggling to hold down the thrashing brute. From atop the tree, Khat could see that the thrashing was getting weaker and the bubbles to the surface less frequent, until the body was still. She could never imagine doing that and grinned as the body floated to the surface. The pair returned to campo and in unison hissed, "The raiders are in the forest!"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula was close to lashing out on the gnome. She wouldn't hurt him, or at least not intentionally. Just enough to spook him away from her, so she could sneak off into the trees. She growled, gripping her staff tighter. Her voice was showing that same amount of corruption as before, but far weaker. Her voice lacked confidence but made up for that in anger. "We do not need you to tell us who we are. I know who I am." Alula's luck continued to run out as Carver broke through the treeline, carrying the hooded woman with the punching man behind him. She was hoping he would be able to sense her distress, and pick the gnome off her her, but instead he brought more bad news. More attackers. She didn't have time for this. She couldn't stay. If she did they would have more then just five attackers to deal with. She shook her head when Carver tried to get her up into the tree, his direction would have been disastrous. "No. No no no no." She said, panic and corruption taking over her calm disposition. "I cannot stay and I do not need protection, you do." She shook her head again, looking anxiously up at the sky. The sun was gone and soon the moon would take its place. Without looking at the gathered party Alula moved past them, trying to speed up her limping walk. "I must go." She repeated. She did not fear the enemies in the woods. They should be fearing her. She could see the first rays of moonlight. Her hair was glowing.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver whirled at the sound of the pair's voice. "Friends! Come, quickly. We must make a stand here. Look after the child, half elf. I will draw our foe's attention." Alula stumbled back, staring at the sky. Carver looked at her as she began to stumble away, towards the woods - towards the enemies. As he watched, her hair began to glow again - silver, like the moon. Was she about to enter the same state she'd been in during the battle? That would be catastrophic - there would be no hiding their position from the main body of the foes if she were to begin firing off moonbeams again. She needed to be calmed down before she transformed. The paladin hurried to the girl and spun her around to face him. "My lady," he said, calmy, in spite of the light spreading over her, "If you go into those woods, you will die. You say that we are the ones in need of protection, and this may be so. But I carry my protection with me, and I do not fear. Stay close behind me, and I will protect you. I swear."</s> <\|message\|>Alula She was turned around to face Carver, her glowing hair drifting around her without weight. Her eyes were glowing slightly and her expression was one of restraint. Her entire body trembled, as if something was trying to escape from within her. It was taking all of Alula's strength and resolve to keep herself composed. She seemed to relax for a moment as Carver spoke to her, her glow dying down slightly, but moments later it came back even stronger. Alula trembled again. Even her voice sounded strained. "I do not doubt for a moment that you would be able to protect me." She paused a moment, eyes squeezed shut. "But this is...beyond me..." A shaky exhale, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. "The creatures in the woods cannot kill me, they are too late for that." Alula opened her eyes, brightly glowing and yet still displaying desperation. "You have to trust me. Please." She begged. "I will...return...eventually..." Her voice lacked confidence. "It is only the night. It's who we are. It's part of me." Another violent shake, a curse in a foreign language. "I am dangerous. I don't want to hurt anyone else."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ walked towards Carver and placed a hand on his armored shoulder. "Carver, if she insists on going then we should not stop her. Let us instead focus on fighting by her side. The enemies are dangerous after all, me and the girl back there almost died and this fight may end with the same outcome or worse. Let's just do what we can alright?" Separ turned towards Alula looking at her directly. "I'll back you up any way I can if you have some sort of plan?" Rushing the enemy felt reckless to Separ, but he knew there wasn't much of a choice. Those scouts would find them eventually if they didn't now, defeating them now would be the best option. Though it would probably also be a good idea to relocate camp afterwards, seeing as sooner or later the other raiders will notice the disappearance of this squad. Separ took a deep breath trying to collect himself as he still felt rather tired from everything that had happened. Taking off his backpack he laid it behind a tree a few meters away from the group. Alright, now I can move a little bit better, but still this is going to be tough. Separ turned towards Carver and walking towards him whispered. "So, are you ready to do this then? I'll be right behind you the whole time."</s>	<\|message\|>Des The five scouts started to move in closer to where the crew was positioned. One noticed movement and the scouts started racing to where the movement was spotted. Time until they reach the camp: Five minutes of game time</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Alula Relief washed over Alula, although she did not relax yet. The possibility of her hurting Carver was still too high for her to relax. And yet her expression visibly softened to a smile, she felt much calmer now knowing that Carver wasn't going to follow her. Her words had finally gotten through to someone. She took a trembling step away from Carver, looking into the woods. "If I am lucky I can sneak around the attackers." She looked up at Carver, and then to the moon, shivering again. "I will try and keep my lights down, if only to protect you, but I am not sure if I will be able to control it." Alula gave a final glance over her shoulder to Carver, opening her mouth as if to say more but then deciding against it. She could explain to him later. She angled her entrance in the woods as a way to flank the enemies. All of her movements became clear and deliberate, her limp dissolving into gentle glides. She moved gracefully through the trees, as if she was passing right through them. Alula looked a bit different from her normal, not glowing, self. But she also looked vastly different from earlier during the fight. Earlier she had cracks of light breaking through her skin, as if her inner forces were fighting against their outer shell. But now she looked more at peace and content, a gentle glow encompassing her whole body. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as she drifted through the trees. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of Carvers sword against his shield. The sound reminded her of something, a faded memory from her past. She could feel the dread of the memory in her heart, but her mind was blank. She swallowed nervously, moving as quickly as possible. She wasn't going to hurt him. She was going to hurt any of them.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace It was suddenly crowded in the fields. People were yelling at each other, there were even more people coming with lights. Alula had gotten away and his chance to see what it was that pressured her was gone. Weapons were drawn, the approaching people had fire and weapons also. Had they come to harvest more? We didn't want that. Right? Carver started to beat his sword on his shield repeatedly. Furnace didn't know why the rhythm reminded him of the rhythm of hammer and forge. It was comforting, and though he was conflicted over the idea of forging here in the field he was drawn closer. He stood near to Carver and Separ, close enough that they could see him in the tall grass even when Furnace crouched. "This is no place to have a forge, there is too much fuel here, I won't be able to contain the fire." He pulled out his sword. It was slightly bent and dented. The melting had made the blade a little dull and a little shorter. But it could still hurt. "The glowing girl doesn't want to hurt anyone. I want to help her do that. If that means I have to hurt these people in her stead, I think I want to hurt these people. What do you think?" Furnace stared at Separ and Carver on either side of him. "Do you want to hurt these people?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin awoke to the ringing of metal on metal, his eyes snapping open. He was disoriented for just a moment. The forge? It had been years since he last had worked metal. Falen had always been an early riser though. He rolled onto his side and found his face two feet from the hooded girl's. "No… what happe-" His face contorted in horror and he rolled the other way, standing upright before realizing where he was. Color slowly returned to his face. This wasn't the inn. He took a deep breath before looking around, spotting the lights moving through the forest towards their small opening in the trees, and more importantly, Carver and Separ squaring up to meet them. At his feet was that woman. However those two had gotten here, it was fortune. First things first. Kelvin quickly repacked his bag, glancing about to make sure there were no misplaced items before slinging it over his shoulders. It took only a moment to fill up the crossbows chamber, loading two more slugs from his belt pouch to bring it back to full clip. Alright. The seer was… He glanced about, not seeing a trace of her, unless the glowing in those trees a bit farther off was her. "Elf, grab the kid, we need to move." Kelvin looked down and knelt, allowing his crossbow to hang off the sling he had made earlier and picked up the black haired beauty, allowing the blanket to fold over her a bit. "Lady, you are heavier than you look. Can't tell if it's you or the dress though." Kelvin grunted to himself and hoisted her a bit higher, adjusting his arms under her legs and shoulder. Truthfully, she wasn't horribly heavy, but he could only go so far like this. "Fair warn'n though. If I need to shoot, I'll be droppin' yeh." Not that she could hear him, but whatever. Kelvin headed diagonally away from where Carver and Separ were making their stand, intending to walk parallel to the Seer and away from both the town and the fight. As long as he and the other guy stuck together, they should be alright. At least, as long as the elf knew how to use that sword. Hopefully Carver was smart enough to realize that he would need a head start if the force in town realized what was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Des As the team moved out the raiders closed in, they could hear the banging of steel but one heard rustling in the leaves. "There's one over here, trying to get away while the one distracts us." They charged into the woods and intercepted Alula and drew their weapons. Two with crossbows, one with dual long-swords, one with a flail, and the last one being a pyromancer.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Gentle, gliding, movements. Barely disturbing the forest around her. Alula had gotten pretty deep into the woods, far enough to no longer see the camp and yet she could still hear the rhythmic thumping of Carver. Or perhaps it was just a memory following her, phantom sounds filling her with dread. She shook her head clear. Alula had nothing to fear from mere humans, and she took a deep breath. No moonbeams. She could handle that. Alula raised her arms above her head, staff pointed directly at the five approaching attackers. Instead of a beam of light striking the attackers, the entire scenery began to change around her and the attackers. It was as if the entire world became a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering and wavering into life. To Alula and the raiders they were no longer in the woods surrounded by trees, but instead they were in a clearing, with a path that leads towards the camp, although the path eventually turned back into trees where it was outside Alula's range of power. All around the foes were other, albeit faded humans. They were all laughing and drinking strange liquor. A few of the hazy men came over and clapped one of the real men on the back, congratulating him on a good raid. "Hey..." One of the vision men said, speaking in a voice that sounded slurred from alcohol. "I hear there is a group of smoking babes just over that way" the dream paused to hiccup, nursing at his drink. "wanting to...heh...reward us brave heroes." The hazy man beckoned towards the fake path, towards where the party was preparing themselves for a fight. The real men would likely now feel extremely strange and disoriented, like getting drunk and then trying to spin around for a few minutes. Even if they didn't believe in the visions they would still be confused and slow. Luckily for Alula, these men were unable to resist the temptation of a willing woman after taking the day to rummage through the ruined town. They began to stumble, as if blind, through the trees. They were headed right for the blades of her allies. This haze would not last long, once they arrived in the field reality would set in. There were no women waiting for them, only a handful of tired adventurers. But by then Alula would be long gone.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Khat was about to retort about being carried until Vis swept her off of her feet, literally running towards her and plucking her off of the ground. "I don't need to be carried!" she barked, and all Vis did was point behind him at the raiders squaring off with the other three, Khat got the point and with great reluctance, fell quiet as Vis started to run, chasing after the man who coincidentally was holding another girl. As they ran, Khat watched Vis his pants were ragged as he ran behind the man but nothing portrayed why it would be so. She reached out to his scarf and was about to tug it down, when his eyes flicked to hers for a moment, glaring, as if to say 'don't you dare'. She did not argue, instead she pulled up her scarf around her face to see how it felt, oddly comfortable.</s> <\|message\|>Carver The bandit wanted to duel? Then there was no question. If one of the enemies could be eliminated without any risk to to the others, Carver would have to risk the possiblity of deception. "Let me handle this one, friend," he said to Separ and thumped his sword into his shield again. "A noble offer, one generously accepted. Test your steel against mine, and we will see which among us is worthy of victory." Carver, of course, had little doubt that it would be him.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Good, glad to see you want to die by my blades instead of by the fires of war. It is noble indeed that you would risk your life for your friends, but win or lose, my friends will still strike once this fight is over." The swordsman rushed forward and quickly pounced over the paladin and spun around, using the momentum of the spin the cut through Carver's armor, but luckily not his flesh. The swordsman ripped his sword out and backed up before the paladin could turn around and strike back. "Your move, Paladin."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki unconsciously curled up tighter as she slowly woke up, her mind a tad bit hazy as she tried to get her bearings. Still half asleep, she smiled. "Held gently yet securely." Whispering these words to herself, she looked up and saw Kelvin. This helped her wake up, and although it was hard, she fought down the automatic reflex of wanting to fling herself into stable ground. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Teasing the man with the same seductive tone, she then glanced around. "What's happening?" Asking this question, though her cute expression that she had while teasing the man stated, her eyes seem to harden, as she started to worry.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver spun to keep his eyes on the enemy, gritting his teeth as the blade crashed into his back. The blow was of no consequence - he was either dead, and he had failed, or he wasn't, and he would continue fighting. He couldn't match this man for agility, that much was certain. Better to just wear him down, then. Carver stepped forward, his shield raised over his shoulder, and lunged, attempting to slam the shield ( with his body right behind it) into his opponent.</s>	<\|message\|>Des The swordsman once again leaped over Carver. When he got behind Carver he kicked off from the paladin's back to get more distance. Due to Carver's momentum and the force of the kick, the paladin lost balance and fell to his knees. "Is that all you got? Stop hiding behind the shield and fight me blade to blade."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Time for you to wake up." Furnace woke to the strange melodic sound of chirping. Kelvin was still asleep next to him so he carefully crawled out of the tent. He had dreamt that night. Not just words but lights and visions. "Something big. Something proud." These words echoed in his mind when he stared into the smouldering remains of the camp fire. Furnace rubbed his forehead while scanning the tent, Alula was nowhere to be seen. He wondered why he wondered these things, and why he felt the need to touch his head. Looking around Furnace also noticed Carver sitting in the grass looking at the bright orb of energy rested on hills in the far distance. So peaceful the man sat there in silence. Furnace sat down beside him and stared at the sunrise with him. He'd seen the thing before, high in the sky and falling slowly. Then it would rise again later. Furnace began to assume this always happened. Furnace liked the idea. To have a ready supply of light and warmth from time to time. And the waves of energy laced in the rays of light, woven so brilliantly made the source a sight to behold. He thought back to the energy he'd see wave of Carver some time ago before they had slept. Looking at the patterns he confirmed his earlier guess that their nature was the same. Furnace broke the silence. "It's beautiful isn't it?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou "?!?!" It took almost all of her self control, not to fling herself up in shock, as Suki woke up. The dream she had during the night was disturbingly vivid. Well, the emotions she felt were vivid, the actual content of the dream somewhat hazy. Glancing around, she noticed that she was lying down in a tent, with the sun's rays piercing through the thin fabric of the tent. Yawning lightly, she gracefully slipped out, before stretching. Looking around, it appears they had moved from the ruins of the town, into a hopefully safer clearing. While carefully on guard against anyone, she noticed the gnome nearby. Although it was an amusing idea, she forgone the option of teasing it. She didn't feel up for tempting anyone just yet.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis had not slept well and night had turned to day in a disorientating blur of exhaustion and periodic wakings ups in during the night. Though he was sure that he must have gotten at least some sleep because he remembered waking up a lot, and having stage dreams. He looked like crap. His eyes were bloodshot and his good one turing violet from the redness and it's natural blue and he was slumped over, his eyes only barely open and seemingly unregistering. Vis felt his eyes start to creep shut but he willed them to stay open, 'only a few more minutes and i wake up the paladin' he thought to himself, forgetting he had already woken him up, Vis looking up and grimaced, it was day and he had slept horribly. He sighed and felt Khat stir in her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Vis, she was still asleep on his laps, it appears he hadn't moved all night. Khat wasn't one for good mornings, "Why do you look like shit?" she asked, Vis simply sorted, not even taken aback by the child's foul language. His hands went around his head shakily and tightened his scarf, she mimicked him, "I had a weird dream." Vis didn't registering what she said, "hello?" she asked, waving a hand in his face, he snorted in acknowledgment, "not a morning person..." she mumbled.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver awoke from his dream with a start. He rubbed his face, blinked his eyes, confirmed in his mind that he was indeed awake, that yes, this was real and what he'd just seen had been fantasy. There was a picture emblazoned on his arm, a strange symbol he couldn't recognize from any of his learning. That was from the dream, but if that was still there, then...? There was something else, too, a sensation that had stuck with him. Weightlessness. Alula. Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe. There was a sight he wasn't quite prepared for. There was a child curled up next to him, fast asleep, a small, frail thing who obviously hadn't slept in a bed in a long while. He wondered for a moment where the child had come from, and then concluded that it didn't matter. Perhaps he was another survivor, perhaps he was an urchin. What mattered now was that he was clearly alone, and tired, and had come to Carver seeking protection. The paladin lifted his blanket and spread it over the child, taking great care not to wake him. When the time came for his watch, Carver stepped outside the tent dressed in the plain linen clothes he'd been wearing under his armor yesterday. He took up position where he could see the sunrise peeking over the horizon, planted his sword at his feet, and spent a time contemplating her wisdom and beauty in silence. The silence was broken a great while later, when the rest of the party began to awaken. He was content to leave them to their morning rituals until the gnome came to sit next to him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The knight smiled softly. "She is. She loves each of us, you know. That is why she blesses us with her radiance. We are all children of the sun."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at Carver like he couldn't understand a word he said. She. Love. Bless. Children. Sun... "Who is the sun?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had slept fantastically. It was the gentle sounds of the world around her, as well as the irritating sunlight piercing through her shut eyes, that finally awoke her. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms up above her with a soft grunt. And as she stretched her arms up to the sky the grass she had slept in moved too. She looked around, blinking the sleep out of her hazy eyes. The events of the previous day were rather unclear to Alula. She remembered joining the group of adventurers, of whom which seemed to have set up camp here. The events of the battle between them and the horde of creatures was nothing more then a hazy feeling, like watching the events unfold from behind dirty glass. The voices filled in the blanks for her, explaining that they eventually had to flee the area. They then tried to bring up the No good dangerous and rotten Paladin but she silently begged them to stick to the facts. And then there was the coming of the moon. And she had barely gotten away from the group before she changed. Alula found herself exhaling with relief. There had been a group of raiders, whom she was able to cunningly outwit. And from then on she had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the moon and recharging. She confirmed with the voices that this was all they had done in the night, which they confirmed. Good. No one had been hurt. She looked over to her side, noticing her staff laying out in the grass an arms length away. Well at least they made one thing easy for her, but she was still upset about her hat being lost. Everyone else was beginning to wake up around her as well. Hopefully everyone else slept well too. She yawned again, stretching out her spine and pulling her staff closer to herself. She could hear her companions having conversations, but they felt so far away despite being so close. And the sunrise was burning her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem "A celestial body." Arastoph piped up, intervening on the conversation; and hopefully end the religious conversion before it began. Worshiping the light was cute and all, but what kind of man would he be if he let the knight take advantage of a little boy like that? Er-- gnome. How old was the wee guy anyway? Regardless, Arastoph had one thing that the others didn't: a formal education befitting of a noble (perhaps, with time and money, Arastoph could make himself a noble in due time - imagine that!). "Telescopes, the creation of which prompting due thanks to the world's scientists, can allow you to look at the stars and see they are like that of the sun. Granted, we do not know what they are made of yet, but I doubt their making is magical or divine." The trader tipped up the wide-brimmed hat he had scavenged last night, revealing his face from the shade it offered. Light bags formed under his eyes. Nothing severe, but he had spent the whole night doing little more than closing his eyes. A man like him can not sleep among strangers, especially as suspicious of him as they were. Granted, he fared it better than most would, but it didn't make the experience any more pleasurable. He found that there were a couple of people that had joined their crew amidst the night. A young boy, and a girl. Assuming that the watchman had not grown lazy and fallen asleep, he had let them in, indicating he recognized them. Their party was larger than Arastoph had first anticipated. With larger groups come greater solidarity and variety of perspectives. A larger group was much more difficult to manipulate, but assuming he can get just a few to trust him, he should be well off. Even if the monkey and pious knight didn't. "I believe we are better off accepting that there are beneficial consequences of its product, like of the trees, than to humanize it... but that's just my take on it. Decide what you will, wee one."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki's attention was perked up by the man who seemed to be wearing a rather familiar hat. Which made little sense, as she did not recognize the man himself. However, a new male, was a new person to tease. Getting into the mood to play around, she walked over, until she was next to the man talking about celestial bodies. "My, you're quite the knowledgable one aren't you?" Asking in that usual sultry tone of hers. As she was voicing her question, she 'absentmindedly' leaned in, with her cloak opening slightly, allowing a slight view of her bountiful chest.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Celestial body. The voice had used the word celestial before. To describe frightening creatures from other worlds. Furnace attempted to follow the man's words, but as many of them were alien he drew some hasty conclusions. "Good thing there's these telescopes. This place would be dark and cold without those light sources in the sky." The sleepy girl had awoken and confirmed the man was knowledgeable. So furnace asked his questions. He pointed at the big orange orb lazily escaping the mountain-peak's grip and slowly ascending. "The impressive one is the sun? Cause I can see what that's made off."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver turned at the survivor's voice and spread his hands wide. "Love the skeptic, for the light needs not thanks to fall upon one's face. You are permitted to your theory, and I to mine." He patted the gnome on the head. "That she is, my friend. She is made of power, bent to noble purpose. And how magnificently she shines!" He glanced around the camp. It seemed almost everybody was waking now - even the witch was attempting to assert her feminine wiles upon the survivor. The sight interested Carver little, however - he was much more relieved to see Alula, sitting up and rubbing her eyes from the light. He smiled warmly and nodded to her slightly - the two could speak privately later about the symbol, and Carver's obviously mystical dream. The others need not be troubled about it, not yet. "My friends," he said to the general company, "We have much to discuss. First, know that I received a visitor last night - I woke up to find a child sleeping beside me. I know not where he came from, as I did not wish to disturb him; he slumbers still. Secondly, we must chart a course towards the next town or city, warn someone about the evils we have witnessed. I know little of this land, so I will leave this portion of the plan to you. All voices are welcome, and none need fear to share their opinion."</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph lended the women a courtesy glance and nod, but remained uninterested in the woman's advance. Indeed, his sexuality was that of an odd one, even in his youth, lacking most if not all sexual attraction to the people around him. Howe'er, with his view on mankind as a whole, finding an attraction in others outside of sexual appeal was a futile effort - and neither was he keen on advances upon the beast races. Still, shooing away the woman was hardly worth the effort, and for what gain? He'll let her advance as she pleased, assuming it fell within the realm of his own consent. Contact? Not even close. "I've obtained a formal education," he answered Suki, "the subject is hardly complex." The paladin, while not relinquishing his evangelical death grip upon the gnome, was at least willing to let others express their opinions freely. In that, there was some respect to be held, albeit expected from the better of paladins. He still felt the majority of the order was remarkably unintelligent, taking all things into consideration - or unwise, at least. When Carver broke the news of his visitor that night, Arastoph barely held back a laugh as a snide comment or two came to mind. "Oh, Carver!" Arastoph bemoaned. "I did not think you to be the type to sleep with children. I suddenly feel less guilty about requesting monetary compensation."</s>	<\|message\|>Des Des walked out of the tent sleepily and overheard a conversation about him. "Well, technically, he didn't sleep with me, I slept with him. He had no idea." Des walked over to the merchant feeling that something wasn't quite right about this one, "Your presence is dark and cold, evil even. Yet there is a fire that begs to be set free. You're the exact opposite of the gnome." He then noticed the hat wrapped around Arastoph's neck. "Hey, your hat matches the pattern of the loud, bickering lady. Are you two together?" Des then looked around for the oracle and spotted her on the ground. "There she is, that one."</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Bah. A mile was far away enough. Arastoph gazed at the engineer as though he were a bored man, slightly annoyed at the engineers insistence of his own term. Beginning his terms at catching Arastoph's offer concerning personal trades, and then a measly one hundred piece monthly payment, and just a twenty-five percent share of profit made through his transactions. While yes, the job was to make this man's party some money, the point of the arrangement is to allow Arastoph to profiteer off some of trades. However, he could use the engineer's offer to his own advantage. "Ah, caught that, did you?" Arastoph asked simply and slightly annoyed. "Fair enough. Excluding this section of our contract, no personal trades between me and a separate individual of your party are under this contract's jurisdiction." The corner of Arastoph's mouth curled up into a smirk. "And I recommend that if you want the best results, two hundred piece monthly payments is the best deal I could offer you... I could make your party that much - and perhaps more - in a week. I will accept your offer of twenty-five percent of the profits made upon your behalf, but if the amount divided between your party is not equal to a base amount of coins, I will claim the total remainder of those percentages. It would keep things fair among the members of your party and prevent money from being wasted." Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if that was something the engineer would understand. "A person cannot claim ten point seventy-five pieces. You can not just claim seventy-five percent of a gold piece. If the seven of you were to receive that much, I'd take the percentages that do not add up to a base number and add them up together, where I would receive the total of the number equal to the highest solid number. In this example, I would receive five pieces."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver blinked his glazed eyes. All this talk of business and deals had put him into a fugue. By the sun, this survivor could talk a whole day away. He saw Separ standing next to him and coughed. "Ah. Yes. I slept... uncommon well, in fact, considering the previous day's events." With that, the Knight stepped into the middle of the group. "If I might refocus the discussion, there is an enemy horde loose in this area, and they have shown that they are willing to commit acts of terrible barbarism. It might be best to find a heading and proceed from there, discussing what we must while on the road."</s> <\|message\|>Des A ton of words flashed by in an instant. Much of which Des didn't know. Des looked up at Carver and decided to run some of these by him. "Hey metal man. What's the Sun, or stars, or money, or dynamite? Oh, and what's an enemy?" Des whispered, not wanting to talk unless he was describing one's presence.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace followed Astaropth's explanation intensely. Like a wizard's pupil listening to his mentor. He followed the calculations in his head, then did them over when they didn't match up. "Oh I get it! We find a bag with 7 coins. There's...10 of us so he gets all of it. If the bag contains 53 we all get 5 coins and he 3. The smaller the number the larger the chance he get's most of it. Very smart. This gold magic is really strange but interesting."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula didn't pay much attention to Kelvin and the merchant as they talked about potential prices and deals. The concept of material wealth, as well as money itself, was strange to her. She was, in a way, relieved to no longer carry her coin purse on her. It felt like an extra weight, and not just in the physical sense. It felt like too much pressure to have gold, that would mean she would have to spend it wisely. And nothing seemed wiser then spending all of her gold on her hat. His hat. Her prized possession although she could not remember when she became its owner. Their conversation eventually just became background noise. She tried to melt back into the background herself. She didn't like having the spotlight on herself, and trying to make the transaction with the merchant seemed to do just that. But that was over, and her hat was again where it should be. She tugged the rim of the hat down, covering her eyes. She kept herself a few paces away from the rest of the group, wanting to listen and not contribute much more. She listened as Furnace, again, over complicated things and as Separ and Carver had a brief exchange before Carver tried to direct the group back to their current plans. His cries seemed to fall on death ears. Kelvin, the merchant and Furnace were all having their own conversation about wealth and trade agreements. Suki was stranding off on her own, Vis and his child were off as well. Separ would likely have some opinions to state so there was still that. The dangerous child then tried to derail the conversation even more by asking Carver questions. Alula held back a snarl. She was no good at geography, she was foreign to this part of the land, and thus wouldn't be able to add much to the conversation. But getting on their way seemed like a good idea. Walking and talking would be fine, although Alula was bad at both of these things. She nodded to Carver, a gesture that was slightly lost under her hat, willing to do whatever he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph looked down at the gnome with intrigue. Well, the little guy was getting a few factors wrong (such as the children; Arastoph did not count them as legible for shares of loot, and ideally, would be put in an orphanage in another town while these people continued their travels), and that part of deal had little to do with finding loot, but the leftover gold that became a remainder after a trade, but the merchant was surprised that he was starting to catch on to what was happening. Arastoph admits that he underestimated the wee one's intelligence, even if its actual value was just a little above what he expected. "Not quite," he said, but his voice seemed to gleam with approval, "for instance, I wasn't counting children when distributing shares. Ideally, they'd be dropped at an orphanage at the next town... but you certainly are making strides just by watching." Of course, this pleasant demeanor wasn't much more than a facade. While it was interesting that the little gnome learned quickly, he didn't have any interest in putting the thing under his tutelage.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" At the word Orphanage, Khat forgot that she was trying to interact with the less gullible clocked lady and instead, rounded on the trader, her red hair fanning out in fiery sheets. She glared at hm for a moment and her eye twitched a bit. She marched up to him and poked him harshly in his stomach, accusingly and through grit teeth she spoke. "What makes you think I'm going to an Orphanage, huh buster?" She spat, literally, on his boot. She looked him up and down and her anger only seemed to get hotter, as her pale skin became flushed red in her rage, "Who are you to tell me what I do? You are not my dad, I don't know you and I don't trust you and if you think that you can just get rid of me so you can have more money, You've got another thing coming." She pulled her scarf around her face and marched off, seething in anger. Vis heard everything and a ghost of a smile crept across his face, 'Brave one...' He thought, as she plonked herself down in the dirt by his side and crossed her arms, still glaring at the man from a distance. "An orphanage can't replace her.." She mumbled and Vis' smile turned into a slight frown.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s>	<\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s>
<\|description\|>Des Race: Human (as far as any one can tell) Class: None (For now) Main-Hand Weapon: none Off-Hand Weapon: none Secondary Weapon: None Armor: Cloth Powers: None (For now) Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s> <\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible. "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns." He asked, thinking aloud.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to? The boot was worth more than she was! "Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again." Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself. "...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken." 'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.' In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town. 'What a shame; we were almost finished.' Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins. "Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?" "I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed. "From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound. Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags. Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry. Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work. It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval. "We will take these things to 'that way', right?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had noticed Separ staring at her, but really took no mind. The man was strange, and so was she. Most of the time people payed her no mind, but when they noticed her she was truly the center of their attentions. She didn't like it. Once the man turned away, after staring at her for minutes, she tugged her hat down over her eyes. She didn't keep quiet for long, however, as she noticed something while Furnace was packing up camp. There was something on his forehead, something drawing her in. Once the gnome was finished with his task, looking quite proud, Alula limped over to him. With a bit of ungraceful struggle, leaning on her staff for support, she knelled down in front of him. With a strangely sudden movement, one someone might miss if they had blinked, Alula's hand whipped up and moved the gnomes hair off of his forehead. She studied the marking with a strange intensity, her expression looking distressed. "Furnace..." She started, looking into his eyes. "Where...when...did you get...this..."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace flinched when Alula suddenly touched his head. Surprisingly close and with eyes filled with concern. Furnace stared back at her in confusion, then at his empty hands before looking back at her. "What did I get?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki frowned as she looked at her scythe. She had a knack for noticing things unusual, and this was quite odd. It hadn't been touched, left where she dropped it. That, and her skeletons alongside it, in pieces. However, standing here was not going to solve her problems. Taking a breath, she reached down, before grabbing the scythe.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula frowned, feeling rather troubled. How could he not know what was on his own body? Perhaps it was a recent addition, and he just hadn't looked at her reflection lately. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she had seen it on him when they had first met. She couldn't remember. The voices were keeping rather quiet, unnerving Alula even more. After a few moments of silence Alula realized she still hadn't given the gnome an answer. She spoke, trying to keep the concern out of her voice. "It is...a word...written on your forehead...in a rather...exotic language..." She paused, trying to plan her next words. "I have...met few others...who can read and write...in such a way...other then myself..."</s>	<\|message\|>Des As Suki picked up her scythe, the sound of a tripwire being activated could be heard. Before anything could be done, a rope ripped Suki into the air causing her to flip upside down and drop her scythe. Three raiders stepped out from their hiding place, "Look at this one boys, a real cutie. And she's got a nice pair of legs and little something else to show too." (I'm assuming she's wearing a skirt) The raider who was checking her out walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. "Hey sweetie, my name's Daven. And you are?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des In the small town of Ravenwood, all is peaceful, the villagers farm and raise livestock happily with no burden in there lives. There is a small tavern for travelers in need of supplies and wares, an inn for those wishing to rest there bones, and a blacksmith's forge for those that need weaponry, armor, or repairs. For whatever reason, 8 adventurers have shown up within the past week. They have no clue what kind of hell this small piece of heaven is about to be put through.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Ravenwood was a nice enough village, although Alula never liked staying in one place for very long. It fascinated the oracle how so many walks of life could coexist so perfectly together. It filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, but her weakened memory could pin no time in her life to what she was doing right now. Which was talking through an almost market district of the small village. It looked mostly like small stands and people trying to appeal their wares to her. But their voices seemed to fade away, alula's hazy eyes sweeping lazily along the stalls as the voice in her head spoke. "Her goods are overpriced, but the man next to her is more pricy. You would be better off waiting until later in the evening. Desperate salesmen make quick barter." The people running the stalls flashed grins as the girl, not noticing the far away look in her eyes. She did not speak, or respond to their chatter about how their prices were the best in town. Instead she grunted softly, and walked off. She had plenty to spend, she really didn't have to worry about high prices. She blamed this mostly on her dislike of material wealth, she always was loosing odd trinkets. As she walked away from the stall she could hear people talking, talking about her. She frowned, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes. She didn't want to be looked at. She had been in this town for almost a week, and she was just trying to pass through. Eventually, and with all hope, people would soon forget about her. People tended to.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace slowly strolled around the market place. In awe of all the delicious looking foods, the shiny trinkets and all the beautiful people. He studied the people as they went on their business, not noting the vale little gnome. Furnace paid close attention of the way people would walk around delivering small sheets of gold around the people standing in front of tables with all sorts of things. They then would be given these things and they would cary it of elsewhere. He thought how he had found a large bag of gold sheets a while ago. He'd brought them in case he needed to make some armor to go with his shield. But as gold was rather soft it didn't really do much for protection. For a while he pondered if he could pretend to be one of these workers, and using the sheets he could get a hold of some food or something. He had some trouble finding that, and it hasn't just appeared since the dark days. Completely absorbed in his thoughts Furnace had long since ceased to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly something bright and colorful caught his eye. Imediately he walked up to it, it was a piece of cloth in fantastic blue. Without paying any attention to what or whomever it was attached to he held it up in the light to witness the celestial patterns with childlike eyes of wonder.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had seemed to calm down considerably, but was still horribly overwhelmed. Not once voice kept still for very long, and she was very confused as to what they were telling her to do. She peered out from under her hat, watching as the half-elf gathered back up his belongings. He was an interesting one, but the voices could not agree on why. Perhaps he just was because he was. More phantom noises filled the oracles ears, whistling winds and breaths cut short. It was horribly unnerving. She shivered for a moment despite the heat. The noises stopped suddenly, leaving Alula dizzy once more. Unfortunately she was also now out of the loop on the whole bar situation, she hadn't really been comprehending what the two taller men were discussing. But what she did pick up on was the half-Elfs speech impediment. In an almost comical turn of events, her mind was in an even fifty fifty split right now trying to remember and understand what would be socially acceptable. Was she supposed to not say anything or point out his strange pattern of speech. And then Alula noticed he was looking at her. She initially panicked but then noticed something. He had glowing eyes too, or well one eye. For some reason this observation made her next choice very clear to her. And in her slurred voice spoke. "You..talk weird..."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ The moment I laid eyes on this woman I felt my body's temperature rise as my face turned beet red. I could hardly say a word as I was immediately enchanted by her beauty, and in that short moment time seemed to creep to a halt making it feel like an eternity. "Make sure there's at least one cute girl in your group as well, okay?" The words of my mentor echoed in my head as I continued to gaze upon this girl's beauty. "Your call sir." Kelvin's words brought me out of my trance and back to reality. Ahh, just how stupid can I be? I can't just gawk at this girl, and besides regardless of how good my mentor's training was, I don't think his last snippet of advice can be considered valid. I sighed for a moment redirecting my focus to try and calm myself down. My body slowly changed back to normal as I now stared at the woman. I would not fall under her spell so easiy, even if I wanted to actually do so. Wait why am I admitting that? Ahh, forget it, just say something so you don't look like an idiot. "I'd love it if you joined us, though I must ask if you know about how to fight or any useful skills really. I wouldn't want you or Kelvin for that matter, to get put into any dangerous situations, so please be truthful to what you can or can't do. Or at the very least understate your abilities so we don't do anything to rash and wind up all dead or something, I don't know." I gulped as while I wasn't going gaga over her anymore, I was still having a bit of trouble talking, as evidenced by the nervousness in my voice. Well it wasn't that big of a deal anyways, I probably just needed to get used to her.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis' eyes went wide when she said those words, his cursed left eye flashing an angry green for a moment before it stopped. He wanted to retaliate with words but his throat seized up, locking shut, if he spoke she would just poke fun at him again, he usually stood tall but now he slumped a fraction. "nothed*," he turned around and with a flick of his tattered left ear, he signaled for them to follow, his steps were more unsure now then they'd ever been, almost all people did not comment on his voice, they tended to know what was good for them, the last time someone did they suffered a beating. But he couldn't beat the girl under the pointy hat, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand at her, she seemed like she didn't know what she was saying but that didn't make him any less wounded. Vis tightened his scarf. When they arrived at the tavern, Vis held the door open for his group, turning around to see the Paladin, Gnome and the pretty hooded girl who made comments at his expense.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki shifted her gaze to the side slightly, as she was compared to that of a barmaid. Not because she was insulted, but moreso because she ended up thinking about kissing patrons when she was half dead. That was one memory she would love to bury, but at least that was at a different village. "Of course. Although I may not look like it, but I do have confidence in my ability to scout out an area. That, and when I do run into trouble, I trust my skill in a scythe." Answering the other man's questions, she couldn't help but to notice how he had a momentary lapse when he first looked at her. She leaned closer to him, while subtly releasing the top clasp of the cloak, allowing it to part slightly. From this angle, the man could get just a tiny glimps of her chest. "Well~? Do you believe me~?" Whispering these words, at such a low volume, yet with hints of a challenge mixed in with that sultry tone.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace entered the tavern and looked around. The room was filled with wooden constructs, living creatures and ceramics containing, what smelled like food. He didn't see a source for the food though. How did these people find it? Why decide to eat it here? Then he saw a creature with a large wooden plate stacked with cups. Distributing food to people. He noticed a pattern, she went by all the wooden circles and gave foot to those balanced around it. Furnace concluded that if they balanced on the small wooden constructs around the large wooden plates, they would get food. Following the pattern the barmaid followed Furnace chose a table that would soon be serviced. He took the cloth-wrapped bastard sword slung over his shoulder and carefully placed it leaning against the table. After sizing the chair up for a few seconds and studying the other patrons he got up on the seat and sat down cross-legged. Then he waited. If his guesses were correct food would now come to him.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ A scythe huh, that's an interesting weapon of choice, thought Separ as he continued to talk to this beautiful lady. However as he was listening to her, she seemed to lean forward and unbutton the top of her cloak, an action which surprised Separ. He stared closely for a second and realized he could see a small portion of her cleavage. Was she purposefully trying to make him look? Should he look? Can he? While Separ kind of wanted to take a peek he realized that wouldn't be a good idea. She was most likely just feeling a little hot and wanted some more air. He glanced to the side not wanting to stare at her chest and give off the wrong impression. "I believe you, after all you have no reason to lie right?" His voice had turned even more nervous now, as he wasn't sure quite what to do. "So, uh, welcome to the team I guess." He looked back at her and gave her a somewhat shy smile. Separ turned towards Kelvin and extended a hand, his palm facing the sky. "This here is Kelvin, and my name is Separ. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" As he said this Separ had a lightbulb moment and turned towards Kelvin and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you my name earlier. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Well, at least the other guy was going to keep his head on. Mostly. Not that Kelvin had done much better with that passing insult. A scythe? Scouting? Kelvin shook his head. If she had those skills, it was more concerning. What if she was part of a marauder's crew- luring unsuspecting travelers to the wrong road at the wrong hour. The thought made him shudder. It was just unnatural, for someone with a face like that to be alone in a town like this. Though, in retrospect, it was equally strange for an engineer to be hanging about the area as well. She leaned closer to them, his companion specifically, and murmured towards him, letting her cloak hang open a bit. Whelp. He was done here. Kelvin turned away smartly and sat down at her table, attempting to keep a straight face. Aren't you supposed to seduce them before you get what you want, rather than after? Not that he had experience in such things. Ah, Separ was his name. "It be alright, think nothing of it." Kelvin didn't look at either of them, looking pointedly to the side and then jumping, knocked over his chair and falling to the floor beside it. "What… who is that?!" A strange, whitish childlike creature was sitting on one of the seats beside him. Kelvin spluttered and recovered a bit. "Ah, hello there… little one."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched the half-elf for his reaction, and she couldn't help but think maybe she chose the wrong choice. He had looked mad, and she could feel that she had hurt his feelings. Her face kept neutral, but there was an argument going on in her head. She chose to ignore it, but her headache and dizziness were increasing. And after a few moments Alula had forgotten about what the voices were arguing over. Something about a voice? She knew plenty of those. Oh. They were walking now. She wasn't sure were they were going, or if she should go too. But after taking one teetering step forward she decided going with them was better then staying alone in a crowd. She allowed herself to lean on the paladin a few times, and although the touch of armor felt like a searing through her robes she did not fall. Several times while the small group was walking Alula asked where they were going, and every time she got an answer she soon forgot it and asked again. She also asked several other questions ranging from asking "what time is is" four times to questioning why the paladin was wearing so much armor. Walking into the bar was slightly less overwhelming then walking through the streets. It was still many thoughts being thrown at her at once, so many intermingling voices. But now several of them were drunk. And yet it was still a lot to take in. She opened her mouth, eyes dully glowing under her hat. "A gathering place for people of all kinds, the road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same and yet they end up here." She already felt far more comfortable being out of the heat, and although the bar was noisier she could barely hear them under the voices in her head. She watched as the gnome ran off to find a table, sitting with a few other people. Alula disliked the idea of having to be close to more people so quickly, and instead found herself wobbling over to a small table near the back of the room. All around her phantoms and hallucinations moved, ranging from the joyous to disastrous. From weddings to war. But she didn't mind, they were faded and quiet under a heavy cloud of alcohol.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noted the other beings around the wooden circle had noticed him and one of them wished to trade words. He eyed the tall figure, he had a magnificent beard, he was tall but not as physically imposing as his new metal bound friend. The thing that stood out about this guy was not his appearance. Furnace tilted his head slightly without breaking eye contact with Kelvin. "Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis, shook off Carver's hand and just glared at the barman, ignoring the paladin's offer after hearing the lightness of his pouch, he was too prideful at that moment to accept help and he didn't see it fair to take from someone who had little to begin with. "I'll pay thirthy." growled Vis through clenched teeth, his green eye casting a bright shaft of light at the barman's face. "Fifty." replied the barman, seeing that Vis was willing to pay more, the man smirked. In no mood to barter any further, Vis shoved his fist into the his coin pouched and clenched about half in his fist before throwing them at the taverner's face and snatched the bottle from his grubby clutches, "What the f-!" "You goth tha money, now shuth up!" yelled Vis, not caring who heard him. He turned around and let the paladin get what he wanted from the disgruntled man picking up coins from the floor. Vis found a secluded seat in a dark corner and popped the cork from the bottle, he took a deep whiff of it's smell, 'the smell of home.' he thought, remembering that the brewery was in his home town. He was about to lower his scarf to drink but he noticed a faint white glow coming from his blind, left side. He turned to see the girl in the pointy hat, he groaned, not seeing her as she was on his left side. Sp he went over to another seat, farther into the corner and away from the zoned out woman. As he sat there, on his own, he glanced at the girl in the pointy hat.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Well, since your friend there is so rude, you have to be the normal price, 35 pieces for a nice meal." He sneered at the paladin, then looking at the rogue, "And if he causes any trouble, I expect you to take care of him because you won't like how I do it."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver watched the irritated half-elf storm off and shook his head sadly. If the man wanted to be surly, that was his own business; at least there hadn't been a confrontation. He removed the thirty-five coins from his (now even lighter) coinpurse and slid it across the counter to the barkeep. "A hot meal, then, for the gnome." The barkeep pocketed the money and barked an order to a barmaid. Carver leaned in closer to the man then, still smiling with his mouth, if not with his eyes. "Yes, I will take care of any trouble. And perhaps, another time, you and I may have a discussion about your business practices, and you will not like how I do that." This done, Carver turned and crossed the crowded room back to where the gnome was seated, alongside three others. One was the bearded man that the gnome had been speaking with, while the other two, a muscular looking young man and a very... shapely young woman seemed to be either arguing or flirting. Carver furrowed his brow at the girl. Though looking at her appealed to his baser urges, the higher part of his mind found something undisputably off about her. This was someone who did not know the love of the sun. He sat down next to them and patted the gnome on the back. "Food on its way, my diminutive friend." Just then, a barmaid set a sizeable bowl of stew in front of the gnome and was quickly off. He smiled at the others and nodded his head. "A fine day, friends. Hope you have a seat for another."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki smiled as they -or at least te one introduced himself as Separ- had accepted her into their little team of what might appear to be ragtags or misfits. However, while on the outside, she might no show anything out of the ordinary, Se was warring an internal strife against herself. Why are you associating with strangers? Maybe a bit of company is nice every once in awhile. You don't know who they are. They weren't out for my blood. Kelvin's touch was gentle. There has been similar tricks done, you nearly died twice because of it. ........... She was pulled from her doubts when she noticed more unfamiliar faces join the table. First and foremost, was the armored man. Why was a paladin here, of all places?! Was she found so soon?! Panicking slightly, she glanced over at the other newcomers. A rather small person, and...was that woman glowing? For some odd reason, Suki found the other woman reminded her of the night sky. However, her main problem was still the paladin. Looking around for an excuse to leave, her eyes fell upon the somewhat covered half-elf, sitting in the corner. The opposite corner. "We're still in need of companions, right? I'll go over there and ask." Without waiting for a response, she had already left her table. Along the way, she casually lifted her hood over her head, the overhang casting the rest of her face in darkness. Stopping as she reached the half-elf, she gestured at one o the empty seats. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" For the second time that day, he was about to lower his scarf to take a swig of the sweet smelling wine when he was interrupted. Looking up from his melancholia, he stared into the darkness of a hood, for a moment he was about to fall back in his chair from how frightening the dark figure looked but when he observed ir again, he saw that it was a rather curvaceous woman, though she didn't distract him from the object of his brooding and to a lesser extant interest. "thake a seath if'n you wanth." Vis was dropped his scarf only slightly to get a swig of the delicious, purply-red wine, only exposing his mouth as he brought the bottle to his parched lips.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki nodded at the given permission from the half-elf, before sitting down across from him. Watching as he only shifted the scarf slightly to drink, Suki couldn't help but to feel more....at ease. It didn't feel like she was the only one who had secrets, or a reason to hide. Tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, she couldn't help but to speak. "How many people have commented on your lisp?" As per most people, the first thing that would be a topic started when faced with this half-elf, would be that unusual lisp he had. It sounded almost like something didn't work, or was delayed, with the muscles around his mouth. At least, that's what that one priest had sounded like when she had slashed at his jaw, before decapitating him. She could be wrong, but nonetheless, it was still different.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel As Separ continued to talk to his new female comrade, a man clad in thick armor approached both of them and asked if he could take a seat. "Sure, there's plenty of room for one more," said Separ as he happilly pulled out the chair next to him for the man to sit at. "My name is Separ, what's yours, and what brings you here? Oh and also this is, wait what was your na-" Before Separ could get a word in the girl hurriedly told him she was going to go and ask people about becoming our companions or something. Actually that's not a bad idea. Separ grinned as he realized he had not talked to this man before, which meant there was still a chance he would not get rejected. Besides, he looked ready to fight, especially with all that armor he had on. "Say, would you like to travel and become explorers with me and my brand new friends. You certainly look like a powerful fellow after all. So what do you say, friend?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis gripped the neck of the bottle tight and his knuckles went white, 'what's with people and my lisp?!' he thought to himself before taking another swig to calm his nerves. "three, with you bring tha third." he took another long draw from his bottle and felt the passivizing rush I got from well rounded fluid, "whath ith it thath you wanth from me?" he asked bluntly, slipping the drink forward to her and pulling his scarf back over his mouth, putting his hands behind his head to tighten it up. His eyes flicked back to the lazy eyed mystic and then to the hooded girl in front of him. "How about you take off your hood?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace happily accepted the bowl. To his surprise the food was already warm. Cautiously he put the stew to lips and imediately he was assaulted by a storm of new flavors. This was without a shadow of a doubt his new definition of 'food'. Whatever the stale goop was he had been given all these years, it could no longer do justice to the word. Rapidly he wolfed the soup down as he followed the conversations around the table. This figure was boasting to his steel friend about how many friends he had aquired, and how he was planning to make more. He must be a powerfull entity to hold so many pacts at once.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula kept in her own corner of the bar, silently observing the patrons around her. This was all rather new to her, or at least she thought it felt new. Several times while sitting a barmaid would walk over to her and ask if she needed anything. Alula would turn them away, flustered, every time. What did that even mean? Was this woman implying that something was wrong with her? No, this certainly couldn't be the case. Alula understood the barmaid. She muttered softly. "Always the maiden and never the man. Working hard to make her place. One day to bark the orders." Her hazy eyes looked over, watching as the half-elf and then the Paladin tried to haggle with the barkeep for food and drink. She could tell the man was lying. Everything in his keeping was extremely overpriced, aimed at the drunk and the desperate. All the man cared for was material wealth. Eventually the paladin received food for the small man and the half-elf carried away as bottle of wine. Alula found herself liking the paladin more and more, his kindness for others was strangely relaxing. Alula watched with a strange transfixion as the half elf took a seat, away from the others. There was something odd about the bottle he had, something that reminded her of something. Her head was swimming, and the voices only seemed to be getting louder and louder as she tried to figure out what was causing such a strong sense of nostalgia. A gentle voice spoke above the rest. "You appear to be staring at the half-elf, and he is staring back. You are making him uncomfortable." Alula hadn't realized she had been looking at him for so long, and with such pained expression. She quickly tore her eyes away from the half-elf and the bottle. And immediately the voices ceased. That was strange. But what was stranger was who next approached the half-elf, another girl. But something was extremely different about this girl, the voices agreed. Alula allowed herself to give into the temptation of looking back over at the table, but wished she hadn't she felt extremely flustered for some reason, tugging her hat back over her eyes and facing away from the half-elfs table. "You and the girl are quite different. You coverup for shame, and she undresses for survival." "A woman raised in a world of hate and dark, now depends on humans for survival. Her hunger is carnivorous."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace "She should have some of this food." Furnace set the thuroughly emptied bowl in front of him with a loud thud. Curiously he looked at Alula, failing to make eye contact. "Do you not enjoy the light?" he inquired after her hiding.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver saw the sword come out in slow motion, but its arc was complete before he had time to shout a warning. Blood had been spilled - there could be no doubt that the barkeep was deserving of punishment. But... not today. Not with the gnome, and the girl, and an already injured friend. Certainly not with the rest of the crowd, who seemed like they might choose the side of the local swindler over the foreign knight. The bearded man grabbed Separ, attempting to pull hims back and call for a retreat. The idea was a sound one. Carver spoke, not breaking eye contact with the barkeep. "This villain will face a judgement, friends - of his own making. A life lived in adversity to the right can have no other outcome. But perhaps now is not the time." He looked across the room, making eye contact with each of the strangers - the gnome, the scarred half-elf, the girl, the bearded man, the injured adventurer, even the woman with the air of evil about her who had tried to soothe tensions. "Let us leave, for now. The sun is too high for bloodshed." The words burned Carver's heart as he said them, but they were true. He promised himself that he would see this man punished one day, but for now he hoped the strangers would take his words to heart.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel This barkeeper sure was strong but I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, after all, I was trained to fight with my fists by a master. I knew how to fight unarmed better than most people would, a weapon like that would not deter me, and neither would threats. Just as the bartender finishes his sentence I throw a gutbuster aimed at his stomach with my right arm, hoping I could get him down on the floor covered in his own puke. The whole time both Kelvin and Carver tried to calm me down, but right now this man was deserving of a punch more than anyone I had ever met. If I didn't punch him now what woukd my mentor say? I wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight knowing he potentially harmed or cheated more people. This had to be done now, and I was going to make sure this worked.</s> <\|message\|>Des The bartender seemed relieved that the paladin and the other guy were getting people out, but then he noticed the kid try and make another punch at him. Sword still in hand, he lowered it so the blade would be in the direct path of the fist. As the fist came in contact with the blade, it slashed it open, causing even more blood to spill on the counter, "Next time, I won't let you keep your hands."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had wished she hadn't decided to peek out from under her hat again, because what she saw disgusted her. It wasn't the blood that truly bothered her, blood was just blood after all. But it was the context everything was it. Pure rage and no reason. Neither of these men, the barkeep or the man who returned her hat, had any reason to be fighting. They should have just left the bar in the first place and that was exactly what Alula decided to do. She moved swiftly pass the half-elf, muttering in a strange voice. "The glory of pride is never quite worth the cost of blood." Once outside she felt immediately relieved. Maybe it was the fresh air or the natural light. She tugged the brim of her hat down over her eyes, waiting for the others to exit.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" -Omitted-</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel I clenched my fists even harder preparing to strike once more at the bartender in my fit of rage. One punch, one punch was all I needed. Only then did I realize my opponent had not even broken a sweat, and he even seemed to be quite calm, as if this fight was something he had participated in many times before. In contrast both of my fists were messed up and bleeding profusely, and my own rage was clouding my actions. I quickly remembered the words of my master. "The calmest person is always the victor." I was a disgrace. After all that hard work and training I had made a stupid mistake. I had lost this fight. The grip on my hands loosened as I calmed down, turned away from the barkeeper and walked outside the tavern as the crowd inside all started to laugh at how stupid and weak I was. Or at least that's what I imagined was happening. I would have to make it up to my group at some point for making a mess of things, if they even still wanted to be a part of my group. I hanged my head in shame. I really messed everything up.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace studied the stick's scent. "Sulphur, charcoal and saltpetre... Spell components?" From the comfort of his seat Furnace regarded the whole scene. From the gasps and screams of the patrons around him he guessed that the scene before him was dramatic in some way. He didn't see it. He followed their gaze to the girls glowing eyes, to the tall figures face and to the fight that broke out between the friend collector and the barkeep. Or at least, the barkeep was behaving as Furnace would expect him to in a fight. Saying mean things and holding a blade. Furnace had heard a lot about battle, that is, he was always near battle. He had never actually seen a fight before, but had heard plenty from his cell. There were incantations, primal screaming and testing of swords. The friend collector had the screaming part down. After a whole lot of tension and threats people were leaving, and Furnace was gestured to come with. A strange request, but this place had probably shown all it had to offer, and these people were intriguing. He took the wrapped blade, slung it on his back and followed the others outside. The scent of blood stuck in the air. The friend collectors hands were bleeding profusely. Furnace felt he should point that out. So he did, he pointed at the blood dripping on to the dusty ground. "Should you not close that? Blood is finite."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ continued to feel bad about the ordeal, questioning why he had acted so rash and acted against his mentor's training. Suddenly Separ was broken out of his thoughts as a small childlike gnome approached him. "Should you not close that? Blood is finite." Said the gnome. Separ looked at his hands and couldn't help but smile at the naivety and innocence of the gnome. "I wish I could, but I don't have any magic or healing tools on me. Not that I even know how to use those tools well, I'm not a doctor. You wouldn't happen to know of a doctor or someone who could heal my hands would you? Also I have to apologize for the way I acted in there. I don't normally do things like that, but for some reason his antics caused me to get extremely angry." Separ looked down at his hands once more. That guy is really fast. I'll need to get stronger so I don't weigh down the group when I'm in a real fight against stronger opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened to the bleeding man and the gnome chat for a moment. The gnome was rightfully concerned for the man's hands, were were in worse shape then when Alula decided to leave the bar. She knew she could heal, but was reluctant. Healing magic took a lot of energy, something she was severely lacking at the moment, and it was the man's own fault by taking his fists to a knife fight. And yet today she had already received such kindness, maybe it was time for her to return some. She walked over to the two, glancing around. The three of them were out of view of the street, and if she worked fast enough before anyone left the bar she would be fine. She pulled the brim, of her hat down over her eyes, briefly remembering that it was the bleeding man who returned it to her. And then she spoke. "I can heal your...injuries...but only on...one condition..." She slurred. "I want you both to...look away for a moment..." She paused adding in: "uh...for your own good..." Once they both did this Alula took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of her robe. She took the bleeding man's hands in her hands and began to speak in a strange language. "ava'yorn mobi sia ominak ui alula vur si tuor ekess irisv nomeno malai" Her hands and arms began to glow, and Separ would likely feel some stinging and stretching as the skin of his hands reformed. But the pain of healing was nothing in comparison to the pain of cutting. It didn't take long, the wounds were fresh and in a concentrated area. Soon Alula was finished, releasing the man's hands and rolling her sleeves back down over her arms. She felt winded but tried to speak anyway as she tugged down her hat. "There....you go....be more...careful."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Alula started to heal his hands on the condition that both he and the gnome look away, Separ couldn't help but feel a bit curious though and while he wanted to look, he respected her decision. After all she was doing him a favor. The healing process hurt a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the pain he was feeling just moments ago. When she was done and Separ had confirmed he could look he examined his hands and threw a quick punch at the air. They were as good as new, though Separ did feel quite tired and wasn't fully healed just yet. At least the bleeding had stopped though. Separ looked up turned towards the girl who had healed him. "Th...thank you." Realizing he hadn't asked her the question he had wanted to ask her before he quickly gave a standing bow. "I'm in your debt Miss, and I apologize for the way I acted inside the tavern. Nevertheless, our group could use a healer like you," Separ raised his head and gave a light smile. "Would you care to join us? And, is there anything I can do to repay you back for your kindness in healing me Miss..." Separ's words trailed off as he realized he had not caught her name yet.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace to felt bad for the friend collector. He had assumed the ability to maintain one's own body was universal. He thought back to all the times he was able to undo mistakes and soothe pain. The thought that there were people who couldn't was horrifying. Furnace felt he needed to help him, that would make things better. There was no reason he couldn't channel into someone else, right? At that moment the girl stepped in and showed she could. Though Furnace could follow the incantation he couldn't quite make sense of it because he couldn't see the effect. Since the results seemed similar to his channelling he suspected some sort of energy channelling ability. But the incantation suggested she was calling on to someone or some thing. Was this the result of a pact? Like the friends this man collects, she has a friend who grants her magic. Furnace wanted to confirm it was a healing ability, he looked Alula dead in the eyes, then shifted to Separ staring in the same way, with jet black eyes. He asked for his health curiously and slightly concerned. "Do you feel better?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace to felt bad for the friend collector. He had assumed the ability to maintain one's own body was universal. He thought back to all the times he was able to undo mistakes and soothe pain. The thought that there were people who couldn't was horrifying. Furnace felt he needed to help him, that would make things better. There was no reason he couldn't channel into someone else, right? At that moment the girl stepped in and showed she could. Though Furnace could follow the incantation he couldn't quite make sense of it because he couldn't see the effect. Since the results seemed similar to his channelling he suspected some sort of energy channelling ability. But the incantation suggested she was calling on to someone or some thing. Was this the result of a pact? Like the friends this man collects, she has a friend who grants her magic. Furnace wanted to confirm it was a healing ability, he looked Alula dead in the eyes, then shifted to Separ staring in the same way, with jet black eyes. He asked for his health curiously and slightly concerned. "Do you feel better?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" The girl in the pointed hat walked away and took his scarf with her, he watched her as she went, his eyes trailing the unsure way she limped. Slowly the combined stares of the patrons hit home with a sharp ferocity, he had disgusted them with his face and that only served to make him feel worse. Vis slipped his hand into his pack and pulled out the bottle of wine and yanking the cork off with his teeth, he needed something, something to numb his feelings. He pushed the bottle to his lips and threw his head back, taking a long draw of the alcoholm, his green eye dimmed and flickered as the alcohol hit his system, depressing him but helping him nor feel their steely gazes. He drank again and with each time he threw his head back and gulped on the nectar, he felt more and more numb and the world around him became more of a blur as he grew intoxicated. He brought his mouth to the bottle for the final time, before finding out it was empty, Vis rose from the chair and slowly shuffled out, his face flushed red with the hear of alcohol. As he passed the counter, he draped the cloak he had around him over it's original owner and he shuffled out the door. Collapsing on the ground and resting his head on the tavern wall, he touched the gaping hole in the side of his face and began to sob hysterically as he remembered what he was trying to forget.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula was a bit shocked by his sudden invite into some sort of group. She hadn't been paying any attention while the others were speaking, and now she just felt more confused and a little sick. She wasn't sure what the man meant by group and had no idea who he was referring to when he said 'us'. She took a step back. "Uh..." She spoke slurred, hazy eyes looking from the man to the gnome. She had wished the paladin would walk out of the tavern already, he would likely have something reassuring and wise to say. Instead she just stuttered for a moment. "A man of wisdom and strength is rare, but without check is dangerous." She spoke into the rim of her hat. Well she was just making the situation here worse, she stuttered again. "Perhaps... if I could speak with the...paladin...or knew...more about this...group..." And things only got more hectic as a voice spoke to her. "The man weeps and drinks to numb a pain that will never leave." Alula suspected the half-elf, seeing how he had just bought that pretty bottle of liquor. Perhaps he weeps for his scarf? Which Alula only now realized she was still holding onto. She should go return it. She excused herself from the gnome and man with a grunt and went to find the half-elf. It didn't take her long to find him, he was extremely emotional at the moment. She stood still for a few moments, not sure how to approach the situation. But after a few seconds of not thinking she crouched down next to him, his scarf in her outstretched hands. "Forgive me if my hands tremble; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known." An argument ensued in her head. "Pothoc malai! You cannot have her say that! Why would you do that? You know she cannot! You endanger her!" Meanwhile Alula was looking at the half-elf with confusion, trying to make sense of what what happening in her head. She didn't recall saying anything, so why were they so upset? She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Here is your...scarf back...thank you...for letting me...wear it."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked up from his tears at the sound of muted footsteps, then a face appeared in his line of sight, the star lady was crouched in front of him and held his scarf in her hands. He looked at her for a few moments, the whites of his eyes bloodshot and tears leaving trails down his face, he calmed his breath down and smiled sadly, his scar contorting to make people cringe if they saw it. He took both of her hands and brought them to one another, "keep ith," he said, his throat soar and hoarse and sounding as if he were speaking through nails, "thare are more thcarfs outh thare." he released her hands and he pulled his knees to his chest, waiting for her to leave so he could cry some more, he had'nt cried in a long time and he found the tears relieving, in a sad way.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at the cloacked creature. With the scarf gone his damaged face was visible, though Furnace hadn't though anything of it before, now that he saw people's reactions to him and the state he was in, it dawned on Furnace that this new friend could also be unable to heal by himself. Maybe his appearance wasn't by his own choice. The girl called it beautiful. He agreed, the man was unique. But Furnace wanted to give him that choice. He walked over to Vis. Vis sat there and Furnace waited patiently until he made eye contact. He cupped his hands together and breathed slowly. With every breath some white golden light escaped between his fingers. Bright white jolts of energy jumped between his hands from the tips of his fingers while he moved his hands further apart. "I can repair you." With his hands crackling with white golden energy he gestured slightly at his feet. Along the ankles and up his legs show the remains of many scars made by shackles a long, long time ago, almost completely faded. "It takes time. But scars fade."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Before Separ could answer the gnome, he seemed to run off following the girl towards the disfigured man. Separ did feel drained of energy, but he knew that at least he wasn't bleeding anymore, and probably didn't need medical attention right this minute. It would be better if the gnome could repair the other man first. His own wounds could wait. Separ instead looked around for Carver and once he spotted him asked if he could talk to Alula and the gnome and possibly persuade them into joining the group. As far as Separ was concerned, Carver knew both of them much better than Separ, and was overall, much more likely to get them to join.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked up with glassy eyes at the gnome, he could tell there was good in his heart, natural good and not good imposed upon him. Vis shook his head sadly, "my thcar ith who I am, if I don'th haf it, then I'm noth me." Vis needed his scar, his blind eye and his ragged ear for a reason, he didn't know what, after years of traveling with them they grew a sentimental meaning to him and he wasn't sure he wanted to part with them, despite how much he hated them. It would be like putting down a stray dog that had followed you from the moment it met you, you may hate it but once it's gone you'll feel the emptiness where once was something. He shook his head again, "Buth thank you.."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Smiling, satisfied with the answer he got Furnace let the light flicker out. He returned to the friend collector, who was now walking towards his kind metal companion. Furnace caught up and joined him, as they stood near Carver and the others Furnace asked Separ the question that was burning on his mind. "What are you gathering friends for? What do you plan to do?"</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ couldn't help but smile at the little gnome's question. "I wish to go on a journey and help those in need, as well as defeat people who abuse their power. To become the hero of the people and such, though uh, apparently I can't even handle a simple bartender yet." Giving both Carver and the gnome a small bow each individually he continued on. "I also want to apologize to you both for acting so rash back there. I probably should not have started a fight. It's just he was trying to throw out that man, and he was a jerk overall. Neverthless, I almost put you all in danger, so I'm sorry. And Carver, if you want you don't have to journey with me after what you just witnessed me do. You don't have to feel any obligation or anything of the sort." Separ quickly turned towards the Gnome as well. "You asked how I was doing earlier right? Well truth be told the lady may have healed my wounds, but I still feel a little tired and weakened. Punching the sharp end of a sword is no joke after all, though I'll bet my mentor could actually punch the sword and break it. He's the most skilled fighter I've ever known, and I'm sure he could do it if he just added in a little magic."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace "I see. Bartenders are simple, but hard to handle." Furnace listened to Separ apologise and wondered what he meant. Had they made a pact before saying he wouldn't fight bartenders? Breaking a sword with bare hands sounded strange. "Wouldn't you just use a hammer or heavy blade for something like that?" Furnace put his hands together again and reignited the white golden coil of lightning between his palms. "Relax the muscles in your hand." He held his hands around the cuts on Separ's knuckles. Bright sparks jumped from his left hand onto the cuts and ran along the edges of wounded flesh until they reached his other hand. The current of positive energy tingled pleasantly, and Separ could feel a comfortable warmth flow from his hand through his body. Surging trough his muscles he felt an energising boost. The wounds closed further, fading the scars further. Showing only thin white lines. "The scars fade with more healing." Furnace explained while he healed the other hand. When he was done Furnace stepped back and the lights flickered out. "How do you feel now?"</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ quickly studied the supplies of Carver, Alula, and the scarf wearing elf. Carver barely seemed to have anything, Alula on the other hand seemed to have tons of gold, as well as some miscellaneous items that Separ could make neither heads nor tails of. Lastly the scarf wearin elf seemed to have a modest sum of money as well as some various items which made Separ question why he had them in the first place. Disregarding those items Separ listened to the elf talk about buying various food items and such, only for a girl who identified herself as Rose Anew, aka 'Phoenix' to step forward and ask if she could go along with the group. Separ was immediately impressed by her, as she said she was both a capable fighter and a great cook. "A fighter and a cook? You've instantly sold me, I'm happy you could be on the team. So what kind of dishes do you specialize in?" Separ then looked around at his fellow group members. "No one has any objections right?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Everyone found gold? I think we have enough for a sword or two." Furnace held his heavy bag of coins and shook the bag have it make a sattisfying jingling sound. "Though the metal is soft and not ideal. We can make do."</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched with strange interest as Carver tossed the rock out of his bag. She watched it roll and skid away from the group, until it finally settled into a grassy patch several yards away from them. It would have been impossible for anyone to just see the rock if they were walking past, and yet Alula knew it was there, so she could see it. She shivered despite the heat. She turned her blurred attention back to the group. She allowed the punching man who look through her bag, which she had hidden within her robes. She didn't really have anything of importance on her. Her bag was actually a blanket all bundled together with twine. In her bundle was nothing but a few torn up pieces of canvas, likely at one point a tent, and some random odds and ends. Nothing of value, more like junk you would find laying around. She wondered where they came from. And then there was another girl. Alula pulled down the rim of her hat, muttering softly. "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." She felt horribly dizzy and a bitter cold spreading though her veins. She leaned forward for a moment, resting her weight against Carver until the cold was replaced with the burn. At this point she was hoping no one else would approached the group.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis watched the rock skid to a halt and walked over to it to pick it up off the ground and into his pocket, a man walking past gave him a glance, most likely because of his damaged face but Vis decided to believe that he glanced about the rock, who knew, he might find use for it later. He turned to the group and once more spoke up, "I'm going thu go thearching for bread, anyone wanth thoo thag along?" he asked, hoping someone would want to come with him, though he wasn't too talkative, he didn't mind the company when he had it, it made him feel a little better about being bad at socializing.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver extended a hand to the newcomer as Alula leaned against his back, muttering something incoherent. "No objections at all. My lady Anew, you are quite welcome to travel alongside us. I am Sir Carver, Paladin of the Sun. Our bare-fisted leader here is Separ, the lady is Alula, over there is Kelvin, and I believe the rest of our friends as yet have the advantage of me." The half-elf was saying something about going shopping. Carver was loathe to let anyone travel alone, but he rather doubted that the girl currently passing out on his shoulder would be up to a crowded marketplace, and he knew for a fact that he wouldn't leave her alone. "I think I'll remain here, but you may take my coin with you. It's not much, but I would hate to be a burden on the group already." He smiled as the gnome jingled his coin purse and spoke of golden swords. "Perhaps you could take this one? It seems he could use an education in the wonders of commerce."</s> <\|message\|>Rose Anew aka "Phoenix" Rose politely smiled and shook the hand of the paladin, Carver. "It is always a pleasure to meet a man of the cloth and defender of the faith." She then answered the man introduced as Separ inquiry, "I can cook up any game animal. I am good at stews and roasted meats. Of course, I think I could make any dish at request given the right ingredients." She considered elaboration more but she was cut off by the approach of a cloaked woman. Alula spoke cryptically and Rose was unsure if she was even the one the woman was speaking to, if she was speaking to anyone at all. One life cut down for another. Well yes that is the way of the world. A wildfire is a healthy thing for even the most ancient forests. As a mage, Rose understood the role of destruction and reconstruction very well. It was fundamental to the magic arts on many levels, but did this woman intend to imply more. Rose took a step away from the woman, Alula cautiously. Changing the subject she addressed the man who was going for bread. If she was going to cook, this seemed like something she should be involved in, "Sir, I would like to accompany you to find bread."</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis took a long hard lookout the new woman to join the little group, she seemed polite enough and hoped that she wouldn't bring the scar up. "All righth then, leth go." Vis turned on the spot and started to make his way to the market again, there was bound to be a bakery somewhere in the maze of stalls and booths and if not there was probably a proper bakery somewhere in the town, though he wished to avoid proper bakeries as they were expensive. But as Vis walked with the company of the of the new one, he found that he wandered into the fleece market, looking around for the exit, his eyes fell on a booth selling scarves. Vis felt compelled to go towards it and so he did, to take a look at what the vendor had on sale, there were many intricate designs but he longed for something simple like the scarf he gave to the girl, 'what was her name?... Alula'. He found what he was looking for, a simple black scarf, though it wasn't identical to his old one as this one had white ends, "How much?" Vis asked calmly, knowing that that phrase never lisped. "25" Said the man, avoiding looking at Vis' disfigured face, Vis counted out the coins and bought the scarf, instantly wrapping it around his face and feeling much more comfortable that no one could see his scar. "Now we thearch for bread." he said, turing to look at his companion.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula finally found the energy in herself to stand back up straight, no longer able to stand the burn from leaning against the Paladin. She tugged her hat down over her eyes, finding her spinning vision extremely disoriented. She listened for a moment, picking up that the new girl and the half-elf were going off to buy bread, and were perhaps planning on taking the gnome along. She wanted to peek out and confirm her suspicions, but didn't want to risk another wave of dizziness. She listened to the paladin and new women speak to each other. The paladin introduced himself to the girl, and Alula mentally scolded herself for not being able to remember their names. The girl sounded pleasant enough, she spoke to Carver in a respectful tone. And yet she knew that the newcomer was already distrustful of Alula. Suddenly, almost too quickly, Alula's hat tipped back. She revealed her glowing eyes to a man who was passing by, a bag full of purchased goods. She took a step away from Carver, speaking to the man in a distant and knowing tone. "Talk to your wife about what you long for, she will understand and heed to your request." The man looked flustered as he looked Alula up and down and hurried off. She tipped her hat back down, dizziness again washing over her as she spoke. "That man wants his wife to tie his hands to the bedpost, I couldn't guess why though."</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver watched the man walk off in spite of himself. "Hmm... some things it's best not to know." He turned to sit on a nearby tree stump, regarding Alula quizzically. "So, how does that work, milady? If you don't mind me asking? Are you an oracle, or just particularly intuitive?" In the monastery, he'd heard some stories of oracles - priests and channelers who could predict things that had not yet come to pass. His knowledge on the subject was limited, however, due to the fact that such miracles were generally the providence of night-time deities, the followers of whom the Crusaders that had trained Carver got along with... poorly (rather like rival groups of school-children.) Carver wasn't sure that was what he was seeing now, but it seemed a good start, especially given her vague reference to the moon, earlier. He felt a sudden stab of worry that the question might send her into another panic - being the vessel to some future-telling power seemed rather like the sort of thing someone might get antsy about. "I'm just making small talk while we wait, of course. Don't feel obligated to give me an answer."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace A strange sense of familiarity came over Furnace as he watched Rose. The way she moved with confident certainty, talked clearly and boasted extensive knowledge on food creation. Using many arcane terms Furnace wasn't familiar with. Though strangely she specifically called the iron giant 'a man of the cloth'. All of her was completely alien to Furnace. And yet something resonated with him and he couldn't figure out what it was. "Perhaps you could take this one? It seems he could use an education in the wonders of commerce." Education The steel-clad friend had proposed Furnace forged a bond with the uncloaked man like the one with the voice. This idea made Furnace see Vis in a different light. Could he and the voice be alike? Furnace was sceptical, but intrigued. The food conjurer wished to join Vis, she probably also wanted an education in 'the wonders of commerce' If they were indeed alike, perhaps the idea made sense. Furnace now wished to follow as well. They would learn these wonders, and then maybe she would demonstrate her food conjuring. Furnace followed the two trough the market. The uncloaked man moved swiftly and with calculated step. He knew where he was going. Furnace chose to walk next to the food conjurer. He felt compelled to find out more about her. "Uhm. It is a pleasure to meet a woman of stews and roasted meats." Furnace stood next to her and struggled to divide attention to her and the uncloaked man who suddenly took a turn to approach one of the tables with crafting materials. Presumably so he could demonstrate the first lesson. The first wonder was a small ritual riddle. The instigator chooses a fabric and speaks the incantation "How much" The man at the table gives a number, the instigator must meet that number in golden sheets. A simple test if you know the ritual. Why the sheets were golden or what the purpose of this ritual was was unclear to Furnace.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver pondered the girl's question for a moment. "Heavy? I suppose it is, but not so bad once you begin to see the benefits," he responded, unsure if he was still talking about armor. "Truth is, I can't imagine I could ever do anything else. I was raised in a monastery - every day I prayed, trained, read, bettered my body and my mind until the Knight Commander deemed I was ready. Past a certain age, of course, I would have been allowed to leave, but... I never wanted to." He smiled fondly at the memories of his youth, particularly the phrase he now repeated that one of his teachers had been so fond of. "There's so much wrong in the world. One man can't fix it all, but... think about how much he'll do if he tries." He shook himself out of his nostalgia and stood up. "Apologies, you didn't ask to hear my life story. Are you feeling well, my lady? I should think our companions will be returning shortly." The woman in black was still here, he realized with a start. He shouldn't have lost track of her. Careless. She could have hurt someone while he was pontificating. He'd have to do better to keep an eye on that one.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula listened contentedly as Carver talked about his early life. She wasn't sure why, but even the voices kept quiet as he spoke. Listening to him speak so fondly of events of his past made her feel strangely happy. She might not have memories of the past, but he did. It must be nice, to think on the before and expand upon. And while she felt like she should have been jealous or sad, she wasn't. She tipped back her hat, as if trying to see better through hazy eyes. "The kindness of one has the ability to grow in the sunshine and change the lives of many." She smiled softly, pulling her hat back down over her eyes. She felt fine, in fact she felt more levelheaded then normal. She figured it had something to do with him being a paladin. "I am...quite alright..." She spoke slowly, as if confused. She was surprised that she was feeling so stable. "I am...eager...to begin this...adventure."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki sighed as she watched mostly everyone split up to go shopping for supplies. "There's not alot one can't get without gold." Muttering softly to herself with a bemused smile, she glanced slightly at the paladin, internally frowning as she noticed that his attention seemed to be on her. Choosing to pass time doing something else, she started walking off in the direction of the marketplace. However, unlike the others, she wasn't shopping. She had stayed in one place for long enough, so she was starting to worry about possible religious members locating her here.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ As Separ exited the store, feeling like a chump after what happened with the shopkeeper he ran into the cloaked girl. Separ couldn't help but smile when he saw her, and it even made him temporarily forget about what happened in the general shop. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but he was glad that both she and all the others had agreed to stay in the group. Separ could finally start his own adventure. Separ immediately walked over to the cloaked girl. "Hey, how's it going? I managed to buy us some tents and sleeping bags, as well as a medkit and backpack. Are you out shopping to, if so can I accompany you? Though, as of now I have no money." Separ glanced from side to side before sighing. "Please don't ask, I'd rather not talk about it." He exclaimed before looking once again at her. "So are the others with you, or are they still near the tavern? and umm, what did you want to buy?"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis looked got up from his crouched position and took the bobbin of thread from the man behind the counter, stowing it in his leather backpack. He had no idea what he was going to do with it but he felt it would become useful at some point. He looked down to the gnome, "Nithe buy, yeth now we go tho buy bread." Unfortunately, Vis didn't know where the baker's district was but he could find out. Looking for the nearest permanent structure, the facade of a small temple, he approached it and rested his hand on the windowsill testing it's sturdiness, it seemed to hold. Vis clambered up, putting his hands on the heads of saints and gargoyles and ascending the face of the temple until he was near the top. He hold on with one hand and leaned away from the face of the temple, Vis saw plooms of white smoke and deduced that was where bread was being made. Climbing back down he returned to the gnome and walked with him to the bakery and purchased stale bread for two coins a piece, buying 8 in total.</s> <\|message\|>Des Suddenly, guards started running through the streets. Upon first glance, one would assume they would be running after someone and most likely the people who caused trouble at the local tavern. But the guards kept running, and as they drew closer, you could tell they weren't running after, but away. Screams started to fill the streets as kobolds (small dragonfolk with no wings), goblins, men wearing chainmail and black tunics, and even an ettin (two-headed giant) started to swarm the village, destroying and slaughtering everything in sight. The goblins set fire to the stands and the ettin destroyed many houses and even the tavern. A dark silhouette of a man on a horse could be seen amongst the smoke in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace furiously pondered the meaning and intent of this group. He saw them break, tear and burn the stands, carts and houses. Two huge heads sharing one body came storming past him, massive flail in each hand. As he crashed trough several stands at once, splinters and raw materials flew trough the air. Deconstruction It dawned on Furnace what they were doing. They were harvesting materials for the forge. He saw creatures armed with swords and clubs run to the creatures from the village and hit them until they stopped screaming. Was this a fight? Or could they also harvest life? "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." Was this what the tired girl had predicted? Either way, Furnace was exited by this development. Much to learn. And in the spirit of learning new thing Furnace took the wrapped package from his back and let the cloth fall to the ground. With two hands and significant effort he held aloft an orcish broadsword. It was about his size and looked right at home between the flails, blades and axes of the newcomers. With care and calculation he mimicked the lumbering brute's movements as he rand after him, then past him, then into a stand. With as mighty a swing he could muster he brought the heavy blade down upon the wooden board. The thin plank snapped instantly, causing copper and tin trinkets to fly everywhere. As Furnace was showered in shiny but function-less pieces of metal he looked behind him at the two-faced giant, looking for confirmation that he got it right.</s> <\|message\|>Des The ettin was about to slay the little one when he had suddenly attacked on of the stands, this caused the ettin to think that the little one was one of them and so he nodded and continued his rampage.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace trembled a little as he regarded the judging eyes of the towering creature. The ettin nodded approvingly. He did it right. He was learning so much today! Happily Furnace followed and continued to smash barrels, poles and carts along with the brute and a growing group of other creatures his size. They did the same. When he jumped, they did. When they struggled to reach up to the thatched rooftops with their torches, he kicked a barrel over to them so they could stand on it. This was going great. That moment he remembered the barkeep, and how he had displayed so much fun cutting the friend collector, clearly he loved a fight. As they were near the tavern Furnace ran ahead of the band and smashed the wooden door open. He pointed inside and yelled at the rampaging group. "In here! There's good fighting and food in here!"</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" As Vis walked out of the bakery, sixteen coins lighter and with 8 loaves of bread under his arm, screams echoed out from the other side of the market and people started running away from the direction of the comotion. The owner of the bakery, a woman in her thirties steppes out to see what was going on, Vis turned back to the bakery and ushered as much people inside as possible, he turned to the owner and yelled over the commotion, "Ith there a bathement thoo thith bakery?!" She thought for a moment and nodded, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him to the kitchen, she pointed to a large slate preparation table, "It's under there!" she yelled as what was going on outside was getting closer. Vis groaned with frustration and pushed all his mass against the table, whincing as it grated across the floor, exposing a dusty trap door. When the table was no longer obstructing it, Vis opened it up and climbed down, it was large and could easily hold everyone in the building. He climbed back out and yelled into the main room for everyone to get into the basement, they did as they were told and when the trapdoor shut and everyone was inside, Vis pushed the table back over the hatch and he heard rough voices from the front room. He drew his rapier and escaped through the back door, he'd be back for the people in the basement.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Even moments before the attack Alula's soft and comfortable smile suddenly turned into an expression of extreme horror. She took stumbling steps away from Carver. She appeared to double over slightly, frantically pulling down her hat and covering her eyes as if she was trying to block out the horror filled visions. "Misfortune does not come in drops it comes in storms. I can see the clouds gathering upon the horizon" This voice was different from her normal, lazy, speech. But it was also far different from the commanding and dominant voice. This one sounded calm, almost wise and knowing. But the voice didn't match Alula's expression of pain and dread. Her entire body seemed to be shaking, a bright glow emitting from her eyes and from a source within her robes. She spoke in a grim voice, suddenly looking up at Carver with fear. She could see the monsters on the horizon. "Please ser Paladin you have to go! Something is coming it's not safe here!" It was strange, she didn't seem to be talking about the monsters destroying the town. She nearly collapsed onto the ground, gripping her staff in an iron fist. "And when it comes they will come."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace noticed the iron friend and tired girl still standing where he last left them. They were looking at him. Or they were looking at the large group of creatures working hard on harvesting stone, rock and coal. Or the disagreeing cries of people running and hiding everywhere. Why did they do that? Was it part of the harvesting ritual? Furnace waved at Carver and Alula.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Carnage, destruction, and panic. The citizens of Ravenwood were fleeing in distress as what looked like a small army began to siege the town. Buildings collapsed, some were set on fire, and screams could be heard in the distance. No doubt was left in Separ's mind that people were getting both killed, tortured, possibly even taken prisoner. Separ clenched his fist tightly, he wanted to help bring this to an end, but in his mind he knew he could not take on that many enemies. He thought about his master and cursed under his breath knowing he had already left to go home. If he was here, then maybe... Lots of people started to run past Separ, bringing him back into reality. Separ had to do something though, and that's when he remembered the General Shop's store clerk. He quickly turned around and rushed towards the door pushing it open so hard that the door slammed against the wall. The store clerk who was insulated from all the noise started to yell at him but quickly realized something big was going down. "You need to get out of here lady, there's a small army destroying Ravenwood." The store clerk quickly agreed and started to grab a few close supplies before running towards the door and exiting the building. Separ slammed the door shut as both of them left the store. That's something I can do, but that's about it. Staying any longer than I need to will be a bad idea. However as the shop keeper left he heard the cloaked girl say, "I'll be right back." He spun around to find that the girl was already turning into an alleyway. Separ couldn't leave her alone though, they needed to stick together if they wanted to survive. "Hey wait up!" He yelled as he took off after her. The cloaked girl was fast, and while Separ himself was also fast his injuries from earlier had left him feeling a bit tired. Catching up would have been much easier if he was at his full potential. Separ started panting as he turned down another corner only to find that the girl had disappeared. He had lost sight of her. The sound of a building was heard collapsing not to far from where Separ was standing. This isn't good, if they find me or that girl we'll have to fight our way out. Still Separ persevered and turned down a corner, only to then realize he was completely lost. He was afraid to call out to the girl though, knowing it may attract attention from unwanted people. Just where was that girl?</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Smashing through the flimsy wood that was the back door, suddenly the commotion in the bakery grew more intense as the raiders figured someone had just left the building. Quickly surveying the location, Vis saw that he led himself into the back yard of the bakery and it was enclosed by high wooden fences with sharpened tips, 'Is this a bakery or a fort?!' he yelled mentally, looking franticly for a way to escape. Turning back to look at the bakery, he saw his exit strategy; tucking the style loaves of bread into his bag and securing the buckles, he made his way to the wall and began climbing it, using windowsills and cracks in the mortar and bricks as hand and foot holes as he ascended the face of the building. Once on the shingled roof, he heard the raiders burst into the backyard and bark in confusion, wondering where the escapee had gotten off to, not knowing that Vis was above them. Taking no time to think he began running along the rooftop, looking around at the scene of carnage going down below him, he jumped the gaps between buildings as he ran. From his vantage point, Vis spotted the paladin and the girl in the pointy hat, still near the tavern and to his left were winding alleyways where he heard the echo of running. It seemed the fighting hadn't reached that part of town. Not concentrating, Vis was struck by an arrow in the left shoulder and went tumbling down the left side of the roof he was running on and fell off the edge, smashing into the cobbled streets below. The impact jarred his frame and he could hear the sickening crack of bone as his shoulder and side hit the ground, staggering to his feet he retrieved his rapier from the floor. "Where do you think you're going pretty boy?" Vis snapped his head to the left and saw that a raider had emerged from a side street to confront him. The raider was decked in chainmail and held a bastard sword in one of his brutish hands. Vis' got shakily to his combat stance, his rapier held in front of him. The raider charged and Vis turned and ran.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula fell to her knees, pressing her forehead into the ground. Her hat had fallen off her head and onto the ground, no longer providing any comfort for Alula as she pressed her palms over her eyes. Even with her eyes covered and shut visions danced behind her lids, voices and phantom sounds assaulted her senses. She let out a final cry of pain before a powerful burst of light encompassed her. Once the light faded, and anyone looking directly at her had given their eyes a chance to recover, Alula was no longer on the ground in pain. Alula was barely even there anymore. She was now floating slightly above the ground, her robes and hair lazily flowing around her, as if gravity no longer was applying their force to her. Her eyes were glowing, but with much more intensity. She took no measures to cover them as they stared, unblinking, at the crowd of monsters. Not only her eyes were glowing, however. Even more shocking and noticeable was her skin. It was as if every vein in her body had begun to admit a bright glow, looking like cracks long her flesh. Alula, or at least what she had been reduced to, looked around. She first noticed Carver, raising her now glowing staff as if to aim a projectile attack, but her other arm lifted up, pulling the arm with the staff back down. She spoke in a regal and calm voice that echoed through the area. "Do not harm the ones the girl has grown attached to." The arm holding the staff rose up twice more, as if wanted to go against this command and harm Carver regardless, but it eventually stopped. Alula looked away from Carver, into the crowds of attacking monsters. Without even wincing or bracing herself she lifted her staff, aiming it into the mass of creatures, hoping to hit as many as possible. Out of the tip of the staff blasted a bright beam of moon energy. It was bright enough to be seen for a mile, and was very attention grabby as well as deadly.</s> <\|message\|>Carver In an instant Carver's sword and shield were in his hands. There was no time to think, no time to pontificate on why this attack was occurring. Now was time for action. Carver cast his eyes about him. The situation was bad. Townspeople everywhere in absolute disarray, enemies approaching from all angles and running roughshod through the town, an ettin smashing up just about everything. What was more, two helpless strangers were already in his protection - he couldn't leave them behind to mount a defense for the town. 'Helpless' maybe wasn't the best word for Alula, though. He watched as she exploded into blue light and fired a beam of energy into a crowd of attackers. No time to think about that, either. For now, it would just have to make sense, especially as the light show seemed to have attracted a small horde to their position. Carver grabbed his helmet from his bag and shoved it onto his head, flicking the visor down. "Alula! Furnace! Kelvin! Stay behind me!" He shouted as he brought his shield forward and raised his sword up behind it. "We're going to find the others!" He had to hope they would listen. "In the name of the sun!" he shouted, and surged forward at the fastest pace he could muster, into the throng of foes.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula cast a glare down upon Carver as he commanded her to get behind him. It was rather lucky that the man wore armor, any bare skin would have soon felt itself burning. She did not care at all about the safety and life of Carver or the two other she found herself suddenly allied with. All that mattered was that Alula was kept safe. That the vessel was kept safe. A voice spoke though Alula, her expression still one of anger. "We do not see why we must keep behind a worthless human." A second voice spoke, expression changing to a more playful one. "We do not see why not, the view is quite fine from up here." The voices began arguing with each other, constantly speaking over each other. "You disgust us! please don't hurt them. He is a paladin of the sun for morishacks sake! he will not harm us. If anything he will just get in the way!" By now Carver was half way to the horde, moving at the comedic speed of a snails pace. Alula sighed, raising her staff yet again and firing another beam of searing light into the horde. It was fired dangerously close to Carver, perhaps as a sign of aggression. (8/10 moonbeams remaining)</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Furnace went into the tavern and watched as goblins and kobolts smashed up the place. The barkeep stood alone against a small horde of assailants. Shouting angrily as he waved his sharp knife around. Furnace was glad to see everyone in a fighting spirit, he felt like he was starting to get it. Suddenly the room lit up bright. Pale light pierced trough the open windows and doors and threw longs shadows on the rubble that wasthe interior of the tavern. Furnace looked outside to see Alula hover in the air, flashes of divine power lashing out from her body. He saw coils of lightning run over her skin and her piercing eyes negative to his own. He intended to go and see up closer, but suddenly she released a massive blast of energy into the horde just outside. Furnace had to dive as the blast singed the house and came bursting through the windows. He stared at the devastation it wrought, carefully he looked outside to see even more. She was looking at Carver again as he called his name. Furnace had given to it him with reason, he supposed he should come. Making sure not to stand between the groups of targets he made his way over to the middle of the square where the other 3 where. Though she had grown more voices Alulah seemed calmer than before. No, more confident. Furnace gawked at the power she was emitting, he got closer and studied her. He held his hand up before her, not touching, not in the way, just to draw her attention as carefully as possible. As with holding molten steel. The state in which she has most potential is the most dangerous one. He waited until he met her gaze. "That looks awfully strenuous."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Relief washed over Alula, although she did not relax yet. The possibility of her hurting Carver was still too high for her to relax. And yet her expression visibly softened to a smile, she felt much calmer now knowing that Carver wasn't going to follow her. Her words had finally gotten through to someone. She took a trembling step away from Carver, looking into the woods. "If I am lucky I can sneak around the attackers." She looked up at Carver, and then to the moon, shivering again. "I will try and keep my lights down, if only to protect you, but I am not sure if I will be able to control it." Alula gave a final glance over her shoulder to Carver, opening her mouth as if to say more but then deciding against it. She could explain to him later. She angled her entrance in the woods as a way to flank the enemies. All of her movements became clear and deliberate, her limp dissolving into gentle glides. She moved gracefully through the trees, as if she was passing right through them. Alula looked a bit different from her normal, not glowing, self. But she also looked vastly different from earlier during the fight. Earlier she had cracks of light breaking through her skin, as if her inner forces were fighting against their outer shell. But now she looked more at peace and content, a gentle glow encompassing her whole body. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as she drifted through the trees. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of Carvers sword against his shield. The sound reminded her of something, a faded memory from her past. She could feel the dread of the memory in her heart, but her mind was blank. She swallowed nervously, moving as quickly as possible. She wasn't going to hurt him. She was going to hurt any of them.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace It was suddenly crowded in the fields. People were yelling at each other, there were even more people coming with lights. Alula had gotten away and his chance to see what it was that pressured her was gone. Weapons were drawn, the approaching people had fire and weapons also. Had they come to harvest more? We didn't want that. Right? Carver started to beat his sword on his shield repeatedly. Furnace didn't know why the rhythm reminded him of the rhythm of hammer and forge. It was comforting, and though he was conflicted over the idea of forging here in the field he was drawn closer. He stood near to Carver and Separ, close enough that they could see him in the tall grass even when Furnace crouched. "This is no place to have a forge, there is too much fuel here, I won't be able to contain the fire." He pulled out his sword. It was slightly bent and dented. The melting had made the blade a little dull and a little shorter. But it could still hurt. "The glowing girl doesn't want to hurt anyone. I want to help her do that. If that means I have to hurt these people in her stead, I think I want to hurt these people. What do you think?" Furnace stared at Separ and Carver on either side of him. "Do you want to hurt these people?"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin awoke to the ringing of metal on metal, his eyes snapping open. He was disoriented for just a moment. The forge? It had been years since he last had worked metal. Falen had always been an early riser though. He rolled onto his side and found his face two feet from the hooded girl's. "No… what happe-" His face contorted in horror and he rolled the other way, standing upright before realizing where he was. Color slowly returned to his face. This wasn't the inn. He took a deep breath before looking around, spotting the lights moving through the forest towards their small opening in the trees, and more importantly, Carver and Separ squaring up to meet them. At his feet was that woman. However those two had gotten here, it was fortune. First things first. Kelvin quickly repacked his bag, glancing about to make sure there were no misplaced items before slinging it over his shoulders. It took only a moment to fill up the crossbows chamber, loading two more slugs from his belt pouch to bring it back to full clip. Alright. The seer was… He glanced about, not seeing a trace of her, unless the glowing in those trees a bit farther off was her. "Elf, grab the kid, we need to move." Kelvin looked down and knelt, allowing his crossbow to hang off the sling he had made earlier and picked up the black haired beauty, allowing the blanket to fold over her a bit. "Lady, you are heavier than you look. Can't tell if it's you or the dress though." Kelvin grunted to himself and hoisted her a bit higher, adjusting his arms under her legs and shoulder. Truthfully, she wasn't horribly heavy, but he could only go so far like this. "Fair warn'n though. If I need to shoot, I'll be droppin' yeh." Not that she could hear him, but whatever. Kelvin headed diagonally away from where Carver and Separ were making their stand, intending to walk parallel to the Seer and away from both the town and the fight. As long as he and the other guy stuck together, they should be alright. At least, as long as the elf knew how to use that sword. Hopefully Carver was smart enough to realize that he would need a head start if the force in town realized what was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Des As the team moved out the raiders closed in, they could hear the banging of steel but one heard rustling in the leaves. "There's one over here, trying to get away while the one distracts us." They charged into the woods and intercepted Alula and drew their weapons. Two with crossbows, one with dual long-swords, one with a flail, and the last one being a pyromancer.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Gentle, gliding, movements. Barely disturbing the forest around her. Alula had gotten pretty deep into the woods, far enough to no longer see the camp and yet she could still hear the rhythmic thumping of Carver. Or perhaps it was just a memory following her, phantom sounds filling her with dread. She shook her head clear. Alula had nothing to fear from mere humans, and she took a deep breath. No moonbeams. She could handle that. Alula raised her arms above her head, staff pointed directly at the five approaching attackers. Instead of a beam of light striking the attackers, the entire scenery began to change around her and the attackers. It was as if the entire world became a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering and wavering into life. To Alula and the raiders they were no longer in the woods surrounded by trees, but instead they were in a clearing, with a path that leads towards the camp, although the path eventually turned back into trees where it was outside Alula's range of power. All around the foes were other, albeit faded humans. They were all laughing and drinking strange liquor. A few of the hazy men came over and clapped one of the real men on the back, congratulating him on a good raid. "Hey..." One of the vision men said, speaking in a voice that sounded slurred from alcohol. "I hear there is a group of smoking babes just over that way" the dream paused to hiccup, nursing at his drink. "wanting to...heh...reward us brave heroes." The hazy man beckoned towards the fake path, towards where the party was preparing themselves for a fight. The real men would likely now feel extremely strange and disoriented, like getting drunk and then trying to spin around for a few minutes. Even if they didn't believe in the visions they would still be confused and slow. Luckily for Alula, these men were unable to resist the temptation of a willing woman after taking the day to rummage through the ruined town. They began to stumble, as if blind, through the trees. They were headed right for the blades of her allies. This haze would not last long, once they arrived in the field reality would set in. There were no women waiting for them, only a handful of tired adventurers. But by then Alula would be long gone.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des The men wandered out of the woods and were quite upset to find no women and that they were fooled by the girl, but it was too late for her, the enemy was closing in. The two archers fired arrows at Carver while the swordsman rushed in. If Carver puts up his shield he will block the arrows but will give the swordsman a chance for a sneak attack since Carver will lose sight of him and if he doesn't raise his shield. Well...</s> <\|message\|>Furnace A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man. There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank. "Then I will hurt this one." He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman parried the blade and slashed outwards at Furnace missing only by a hair. Assuming Carver put his shield up the two arrows made a loud bang as they hit the iron. The swordsman looked down at Furnace and laughed, "You think your miserable mess of a weapon can take on a professional swordsman," He then looks up at Carver, "Now there's a man with a blade. How about we have a little one-on-one? My companions will cease fire until you fall to your death. How about it?" The other men caught up and the swordsman motioned for them to stop and then glanced at Carver, waiting for an answer. "Or are you scared you will fail?"</s> <\|message\|>Furnace This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight. This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought? Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman. The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it. He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade. He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Khat was about to retort about being carried until Vis swept her off of her feet, literally running towards her and plucking her off of the ground. "I don't need to be carried!" she barked, and all Vis did was point behind him at the raiders squaring off with the other three, Khat got the point and with great reluctance, fell quiet as Vis started to run, chasing after the man who coincidentally was holding another girl. As they ran, Khat watched Vis his pants were ragged as he ran behind the man but nothing portrayed why it would be so. She reached out to his scarf and was about to tug it down, when his eyes flicked to hers for a moment, glaring, as if to say 'don't you dare'. She did not argue, instead she pulled up her scarf around her face to see how it felt, oddly comfortable.</s> <\|message\|>Carver The bandit wanted to duel? Then there was no question. If one of the enemies could be eliminated without any risk to to the others, Carver would have to risk the possiblity of deception. "Let me handle this one, friend," he said to Separ and thumped his sword into his shield again. "A noble offer, one generously accepted. Test your steel against mine, and we will see which among us is worthy of victory." Carver, of course, had little doubt that it would be him.</s> <\|message\|>Des "Good, glad to see you want to die by my blades instead of by the fires of war. It is noble indeed that you would risk your life for your friends, but win or lose, my friends will still strike once this fight is over." The swordsman rushed forward and quickly pounced over the paladin and spun around, using the momentum of the spin the cut through Carver's armor, but luckily not his flesh. The swordsman ripped his sword out and backed up before the paladin could turn around and strike back. "Your move, Paladin."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki unconsciously curled up tighter as she slowly woke up, her mind a tad bit hazy as she tried to get her bearings. Still half asleep, she smiled. "Held gently yet securely." Whispering these words to herself, she looked up and saw Kelvin. This helped her wake up, and although it was hard, she fought down the automatic reflex of wanting to fling herself into stable ground. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Teasing the man with the same seductive tone, she then glanced around. "What's happening?" Asking this question, though her cute expression that she had while teasing the man stated, her eyes seem to harden, as she started to worry.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver spun to keep his eyes on the enemy, gritting his teeth as the blade crashed into his back. The blow was of no consequence - he was either dead, and he had failed, or he wasn't, and he would continue fighting. He couldn't match this man for agility, that much was certain. Better to just wear him down, then. Carver stepped forward, his shield raised over his shoulder, and lunged, attempting to slam the shield ( with his body right behind it) into his opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman once again leaped over Carver. When he got behind Carver he kicked off from the paladin's back to get more distance. Due to Carver's momentum and the force of the kick, the paladin lost balance and fell to his knees. "Is that all you got? Stop hiding behind the shield and fight me blade to blade."</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ Separ studied the raider carefully, taking in the combat stance, posture, and how he fought. He was certainly not an amateur, and while Separ felt confident in Carver, he knew that it would be a tough battle, and if the other raiders were to attack now, things would certainly get hairy. If only I was at my full strength. Thought Separ as he glanced around looking for any type of advantageous terrain. While he didn't particularly find anything worthwhile, the sight of the gnome made him recall how the gnome had healed him. Separ walked over to the gnome prepared to ask for a heal but stopped himself. If he were to ask and the raiders were to over hear it, they'd both be toast. He was going to have to be smart about this, but how? Mulling it over for a moment Separ finally walked towards the gnome. "Calvin, I want you to stay behind me at all costs, should Carver lose I want you to run as fast and as far as you can. We've been friends all our lives and now that our hometown is destroyed I have nothing to look forward to. I will however hold off these raiders so you can escape if it all comes down to that, even though I do not know how to fight." Separ turned around to face the raiders, his body blocking the view of the gnome partially. Subtly moving his hand backwards he grabbed the gnome's own hand. "Lend me your strength Calvin, and run once this is over." It was obviously a lie, Separ had not known the gnome until recently, nor did Separ live in Ravenwood, and while the gnome knew that, the raiders did not. Separ hoped his message had gotten across rather than making himself out to be a crazy person. If the gnome could heal him fully things might be looking up, hopefully the raiders were to busy watching the fight to notice. I'm counting on you, please understand what I'm trying to tell you.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula drifted easily through the forest. Well, it wasn't exactly Alula anymore. Something else had taken over completely. Glowing silver hair floated freely, no longer confined down to earth with its own weight. Alula herself was floating as well, but not in the way she was earlier. She often touched down on the ground, bare feet making bursts of light erupt with every step, and then push herself off. An action rather similar to skiing. She seemed to be rather tranquil, often looking up at the moon or down at the foliage that seemed to strain against itself trying to touch the oracle. She had lost a lot of energy during the battle, and now as she basked in the moonlight she was recharging. She didn't fear running into the horde, being an oracle made it hard for things to surprise you. The oracle did notice something, a tremor in her right hand. "I understand, you are scared. You are worried for your friends." Her voice was regal and calm. And yet the trembling persisted. "You did not want to run. You wanted to stay and help, but you were scared." She smiled, glowing eyes closing. "You are not being cowardly, you were being considerate. And brave." She continued moving through the forest, taking in the silence. She could no longer hear the sounds of the camp. "You are worried for them, you do not know it but you understand loss." She chuckled softly, an enchanting sound. "It has been a long time since you have had friends, you are scared that you will lose them, hurt them." That's odd. Did the moon shining down upon the camp suddenly feel brighter? A comfort?</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Calvin? Was he talking to Furnace? Was he calling him Calvin? He was remembering how that place had been their hometown. Had it been? Aside from the dark place, Furnace had never had a home. And now it was broken. But the collector of friends gave him a new name. Was that unique to him alone? As Furnace pondered these things Separ stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the other strangers. He grabbed Furnaces hand and spoke in confusing words. Was he infusing Furnace with a new name? Was this how it worked? Furnace was grateful, though he didn't quite understand. He felt warm lines along his hands, blood ran along Separ's arm! This reminded Furnace of the voice judging him for not spending his energy. A good chance to return a favour. Furnace would repair his wounds and fill him with energy. Golden coils of energy jumped from Furnace and ran up Separ's arm, burrowing into the cuts and bruises. The feeling of surging positive energy was relaxing and energising, Furnace's stomach turned at the thought of channelling negative. But he was going to later, the voice had never been wrong after all. "We'll fight and run together."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver dashed forward at the same time, winding his sword back for a long thrust. Just when the two men were about to collide, however, Carver dropped his head and threw his weight behind the shield, attempting to simply bulldoze the man's guard behind a wall of metal.</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman did not expect Carver to keep running and was suddenly trampled. As Carver charged over him, ribs could be heard cracking. The man managed to stand up, obviously in a lot of physical pain, "I. Will. End. You." The swordsman made an almost unnoticeable gesture. Assuming Carver is a man of honor (which I'm sure he is) and turns around to face his enemy, the flail guy swung the large spiked ball into Carver's head from behind the spikes piercing the helmet and jabbing into the side of his face.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver turned to face the betrayal and immediately got a mouth full of flail. Crying out, Carver immediately swung his shield into the chain, sending it spinning in an arc away from the man, while thrusting at the attacker's abdomen with his sword. "Separ! Gnome! Friend with the gun! Take out the archers!" Honorless, murderous, vile mongrels. Carver ignored the wracking pain from the side of his face and stepped back, trying to get the new combatant and the prior one in his field of view at once.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Bless the naivety of the holy order. Arastoph smirked smugly to himself as the knight was baited onto his lure. For now, he was under the knight's protection. He just had to hold on for the knight to eliminate the swordsman so that he may be on his way. Peering through the cracks of his cover, he watched the duel. At first, it was nothing more than two grown men making fun of each other. However, eventually the looter did make his move and charged forward. The knight met the charge with his own, but instead of clashing with him, he ran him over full-force, and trampled the swordsman as he went. Arastoph had hoped that was that, but to his ever-increasing annoyance, the swordsman stood back up with difficulty. He immediately recognized his expression as one of rage. Contempt. Blood-thirsty anger. From this, and from the reputation of looters in general, there was no way the swordsman was going to hold up his end of the bargain. As he made the hand sign, and as Arastoph noticed the movement of the looter with the flail, he sprung to action. "Fuck!" He likely wasn't going to save the knight in time, but it wasn't his life that Arastoph was concerned about. He tossed his pouch of ammunition over the ruins and where its trajectory would land it between the man with the flail and the crossbowmen. The merchant spun on his heel around the corner and traced the airborne pouch with his dragoon, and when it fell into position, pulled the trigger. A dozen bullets shot through the air toward the pouch. Even if not one of the pellets struck it, the spread should at least be enough to hit at least one of the looters.</s> <\|message\|>Des The flail guy (let's call him Bill) was protected from the thrust by his armor. Bill then used the momentum from the shield bash to swing is flail faster into Carver's other side. The two archers fired already loaded bolts at Astaroph since he showed the highest threat, with no shield to block with and no good dodging skills he was struck in the lower left torso with one and another hit his shoulder. While the swordsman attempted to sneak off to fetch backup. Edit: (Got ninja'd by Spoopy) Astaroph did not get hit with any arrows because the pouch of ammunition exploded and knocked the two archers off their feet</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ "Now's our chance, let's go." Letting go of the gnomes hand, Separ rushed off towards the archers as they were swept off their feet. Ending this quickly would be more advantageous than trying to fight in a battle of attrition. The healing he had received earlier had given him new strength, and while he wasn't completely full of energy Separ figured it would be more than enough to take down a couple of humans. As the other archers struggled to their feet Separ pounced at one of them, trying to knock him down so Separ could unleash a barrage of punches aimed at the archer's face.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace The fight had been quick, and once it was over chaos fell upon everyone. Furnace didn't know what to do, so he just followed as he was told to. He saw Separ knock the archers down, before he could ask why Separ showed him as he started to hammer the man with his hands. He remembered how Separ didn't have the ability to channel energy like he did. So he had no tools and made do with his bare hands. What a powerful man. Furnace decided he should follow his lead and jumped on top of one of the archers lying on the ground. He dried to swat at the archer, who tried to push him of with his bow. This wasn't working. He did have a tool for hurting. When Furnace held his hands out palms open directed at the man he stopped moving for a second, looking confused at Furnace. The area around his hands lost colour and darkened as sharp shadows danced in strange electric shapes. Crackling sparks of energy as dark as the void between the stars sprang from his hands and leaped to the other. As Furnace moved his hands closer to the archers head the dark coil of negative energy leaped trough the bandit and back. Furnace knew, as warm and pleasant positive was, so cold and painful was the negative. Somehow the thought gave him a similar cold feeling. Was this what he wanted?</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Kelvin Kelvin slowed down when he managed to get far enough away that the torches were just flashes of light in the trees, taking his time to pick through the woods. It wasn't easy in the darkening sky. Luckily, the other guy had followed quickly with the child. That meant that Separ and Carver had only to worry about keeping the gnome safe, wherever he was, and running away. The seer seemed to be one of those types that somehow survived, no matter what happened. He chose not to worry about her. Kelvin grimaced. Am I a coward? He had chosen to grab the girl and run, rather than stand and fight… but there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. The raiders were still somewhere close by, and any noise or light could bring an army down on their heads. "Hey." Kelvin kept his voice quiet, though it was above a whisper. "How far do you think we should go tonight? I need to take a short rest." He couldn't carry this girl forever, his arms were starting to ache from having to carry her as far as he did. With a moment to spare, he could put together a stretcher, and then they could move a lot faster. Kelvin slowed, and then the girl mumbled something in her sleep, opening her eyes. "My, my. First you were daring enough to near a woman that you never met before, and now I find myself being held in your arms." Kelvin looked at her, mouth opening to reply and then halting, blood rushing to his face. So forward. So frustrating. He would never understand women. The flustered engineer almost dropped her right there. "What's happening?" That was enough for him. Kelvin chose a tree, put his back to it, and dropped down, letting her fall into his lap, blanket and all. He sighed and leaned his head back against the tree with his eyes closed. "Since the last time I saw you awake, the town was attacked by an army of goblins. We tried to fight them off, but failed… everyone in it was killed." He motioned towards the other guy. "He managed to save one of the villagers, and most of our group managed to gather back together outside of town safely… but a scouting party found us. The Seer and gnome disappeared, but Separ and Carver squared off against five men while I picked you up and ran for the forest. Scarf-boy here grabbed the girl and came with me." He groaned. "For all I know, they are dead now. That's what's happening."</s> <\|message\|>Des The swordsman managed to escape as the one archer was beaten to death while the other had his life drained away. He ran to the raider party and informed them of the surviving group. Time until reinforcements arrive: 30 minutes</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver grimaced as the flail crashed into his side again. This wasn't working - the flail had reach and power that he couldn't hope to match, and the man's armor was far too much for his sword. He wracked his brain for a moment before arriving at an answer. The flail needed a strong swing to build up power - getting far wouldn't help, so he'd just have to get close. With a roar, Carver launched himself at his enemy, shield raised, attempting to tackle him to the ground with the full weight of his armor.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" "I do noth think thath thith ith a good thime tho retht, we should keep going." Vis said, adjusting how he carried the now squirming child as she tried to get down. "If you are going to carry me, at least let me ride on your back instead of holding me like a baby!" she whined, starting to kick in her search for freedom, Vis did as he was told and levered the girl onto his back in one swift motion, she wobbled there, dizzy for a moment until she spoke again, "this will do." Voltus then proceeded to stoop over and pick up the girl rolled in the blanket, grunting a bit at all the weight he was carrying and Kelvin was right, she was heavy, "Retht if you wish buth I will keep going." With that Vis turned and walked deeper into the forest and away from the camp, lighting the way with his glowing green eye.</s> <\|message\|>Des Bill swung the flail, barely missing Carver. Sadly, what goes around comes around and the chain wrapped around the paladin. Bill tugged on the chain attempting to pull Carver down but the paladin stood strung and did not fall although wrapped in chains.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Rather than try to disentangle himself from the chain, Carver just kept charging, crashing into Bill in an attempt to pin him under the paladin's enormous weight, all while trying to bring his arms up to grapple with him opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Des Bill side-stepped out of the way, allowing Carver to fall to the ground and struggle in his chains. "I don't have time to wrestle with you, it's already going to be hard enough to take on your friends unarmed." Bill raised his fist, ready to take on any opposers. "God I hope reinforcements get here soon." Time until reinforcements arrive: 22 minutes</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace While Bill stepped away from Carver, Furnace approached softly. The cold feeling had made him calm. As Bill spoke and looked around to find other opponents Furnace stood right in front of him to present himself. Thick, dark surges of negative energy danced in his hands as he held them before him. Chilled and collected he stared Bill in his eyes, ready to react to any movement with shock and pain. With wide eyes and barely any emotion on his face he spoke softly "I am going to hurt you."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Des Des walked into the clearing once everyone was asleep making sure not to be spotted by Vis. He walked by the entire lot thinking about them. 'This one's presence is loud and annoying, like a bickering family.' He thought as he passed by Alula. He looked into the tent of Kelvin and Furnace. 'This one's head is too busy and the other feels warm, yet somehow cold.' He walked into Separ's tent and stared at him. 'This one can think of only one thing, what is he to do when that purpose is filled.' Finally he walked into the tent of Carver. 'This one is protective and comforting, like the sun.' He then laid next to Carver, the only presence that didn't bother him, and fell asleep.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Time for you to wake up." Furnace woke to the strange melodic sound of chirping. Kelvin was still asleep next to him so he carefully crawled out of the tent. He had dreamt that night. Not just words but lights and visions. "Something big. Something proud." These words echoed in his mind when he stared into the smouldering remains of the camp fire. Furnace rubbed his forehead while scanning the tent, Alula was nowhere to be seen. He wondered why he wondered these things, and why he felt the need to touch his head. Looking around Furnace also noticed Carver sitting in the grass looking at the bright orb of energy rested on hills in the far distance. So peaceful the man sat there in silence. Furnace sat down beside him and stared at the sunrise with him. He'd seen the thing before, high in the sky and falling slowly. Then it would rise again later. Furnace began to assume this always happened. Furnace liked the idea. To have a ready supply of light and warmth from time to time. And the waves of energy laced in the rays of light, woven so brilliantly made the source a sight to behold. He thought back to the energy he'd see wave of Carver some time ago before they had slept. Looking at the patterns he confirmed his earlier guess that their nature was the same. Furnace broke the silence. "It's beautiful isn't it?"</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou "?!?!" It took almost all of her self control, not to fling herself up in shock, as Suki woke up. The dream she had during the night was disturbingly vivid. Well, the emotions she felt were vivid, the actual content of the dream somewhat hazy. Glancing around, she noticed that she was lying down in a tent, with the sun's rays piercing through the thin fabric of the tent. Yawning lightly, she gracefully slipped out, before stretching. Looking around, it appears they had moved from the ruins of the town, into a hopefully safer clearing. While carefully on guard against anyone, she noticed the gnome nearby. Although it was an amusing idea, she forgone the option of teasing it. She didn't feel up for tempting anyone just yet.</s> <\|message\|>Katya "Khat" Vis had not slept well and night had turned to day in a disorientating blur of exhaustion and periodic wakings ups in during the night. Though he was sure that he must have gotten at least some sleep because he remembered waking up a lot, and having stage dreams. He looked like crap. His eyes were bloodshot and his good one turing violet from the redness and it's natural blue and he was slumped over, his eyes only barely open and seemingly unregistering. Vis felt his eyes start to creep shut but he willed them to stay open, 'only a few more minutes and i wake up the paladin' he thought to himself, forgetting he had already woken him up, Vis looking up and grimaced, it was day and he had slept horribly. He sighed and felt Khat stir in her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Vis, she was still asleep on his laps, it appears he hadn't moved all night. Khat wasn't one for good mornings, "Why do you look like shit?" she asked, Vis simply sorted, not even taken aback by the child's foul language. His hands went around his head shakily and tightened his scarf, she mimicked him, "I had a weird dream." Vis didn't registering what she said, "hello?" she asked, waving a hand in his face, he snorted in acknowledgment, "not a morning person..." she mumbled.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver awoke from his dream with a start. He rubbed his face, blinked his eyes, confirmed in his mind that he was indeed awake, that yes, this was real and what he'd just seen had been fantasy. There was a picture emblazoned on his arm, a strange symbol he couldn't recognize from any of his learning. That was from the dream, but if that was still there, then...? There was something else, too, a sensation that had stuck with him. Weightlessness. Alula. Wherever the girl was, Carver prayed she was safe. There was a sight he wasn't quite prepared for. There was a child curled up next to him, fast asleep, a small, frail thing who obviously hadn't slept in a bed in a long while. He wondered for a moment where the child had come from, and then concluded that it didn't matter. Perhaps he was another survivor, perhaps he was an urchin. What mattered now was that he was clearly alone, and tired, and had come to Carver seeking protection. The paladin lifted his blanket and spread it over the child, taking great care not to wake him. When the time came for his watch, Carver stepped outside the tent dressed in the plain linen clothes he'd been wearing under his armor yesterday. He took up position where he could see the sunrise peeking over the horizon, planted his sword at his feet, and spent a time contemplating her wisdom and beauty in silence. The silence was broken a great while later, when the rest of the party began to awaken. He was content to leave them to their morning rituals until the gnome came to sit next to him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The knight smiled softly. "She is. She loves each of us, you know. That is why she blesses us with her radiance. We are all children of the sun."</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Furnace looked at Carver like he couldn't understand a word he said. She. Love. Bless. Children. Sun... "Who is the sun?"</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula had slept fantastically. It was the gentle sounds of the world around her, as well as the irritating sunlight piercing through her shut eyes, that finally awoke her. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms up above her with a soft grunt. And as she stretched her arms up to the sky the grass she had slept in moved too. She looked around, blinking the sleep out of her hazy eyes. The events of the previous day were rather unclear to Alula. She remembered joining the group of adventurers, of whom which seemed to have set up camp here. The events of the battle between them and the horde of creatures was nothing more then a hazy feeling, like watching the events unfold from behind dirty glass. The voices filled in the blanks for her, explaining that they eventually had to flee the area. They then tried to bring up the No good dangerous and rotten Paladin but she silently begged them to stick to the facts. And then there was the coming of the moon. And she had barely gotten away from the group before she changed. Alula found herself exhaling with relief. There had been a group of raiders, whom she was able to cunningly outwit. And from then on she had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the moon and recharging. She confirmed with the voices that this was all they had done in the night, which they confirmed. Good. No one had been hurt. She looked over to her side, noticing her staff laying out in the grass an arms length away. Well at least they made one thing easy for her, but she was still upset about her hat being lost. Everyone else was beginning to wake up around her as well. Hopefully everyone else slept well too. She yawned again, stretching out her spine and pulling her staff closer to herself. She could hear her companions having conversations, but they felt so far away despite being so close. And the sunrise was burning her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem "A celestial body." Arastoph piped up, intervening on the conversation; and hopefully end the religious conversion before it began. Worshiping the light was cute and all, but what kind of man would he be if he let the knight take advantage of a little boy like that? Er-- gnome. How old was the wee guy anyway? Regardless, Arastoph had one thing that the others didn't: a formal education befitting of a noble (perhaps, with time and money, Arastoph could make himself a noble in due time - imagine that!). "Telescopes, the creation of which prompting due thanks to the world's scientists, can allow you to look at the stars and see they are like that of the sun. Granted, we do not know what they are made of yet, but I doubt their making is magical or divine." The trader tipped up the wide-brimmed hat he had scavenged last night, revealing his face from the shade it offered. Light bags formed under his eyes. Nothing severe, but he had spent the whole night doing little more than closing his eyes. A man like him can not sleep among strangers, especially as suspicious of him as they were. Granted, he fared it better than most would, but it didn't make the experience any more pleasurable. He found that there were a couple of people that had joined their crew amidst the night. A young boy, and a girl. Assuming that the watchman had not grown lazy and fallen asleep, he had let them in, indicating he recognized them. Their party was larger than Arastoph had first anticipated. With larger groups come greater solidarity and variety of perspectives. A larger group was much more difficult to manipulate, but assuming he can get just a few to trust him, he should be well off. Even if the monkey and pious knight didn't. "I believe we are better off accepting that there are beneficial consequences of its product, like of the trees, than to humanize it... but that's just my take on it. Decide what you will, wee one."</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki's attention was perked up by the man who seemed to be wearing a rather familiar hat. Which made little sense, as she did not recognize the man himself. However, a new male, was a new person to tease. Getting into the mood to play around, she walked over, until she was next to the man talking about celestial bodies. "My, you're quite the knowledgable one aren't you?" Asking in that usual sultry tone of hers. As she was voicing her question, she 'absentmindedly' leaned in, with her cloak opening slightly, allowing a slight view of her bountiful chest.</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Celestial body. The voice had used the word celestial before. To describe frightening creatures from other worlds. Furnace attempted to follow the man's words, but as many of them were alien he drew some hasty conclusions. "Good thing there's these telescopes. This place would be dark and cold without those light sources in the sky." The sleepy girl had awoken and confirmed the man was knowledgeable. So furnace asked his questions. He pointed at the big orange orb lazily escaping the mountain-peak's grip and slowly ascending. "The impressive one is the sun? Cause I can see what that's made off."</s>
<\|description\|>Furnace Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red. His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime. His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever. Race: Bleachling Gnome Class: Blight Druid Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord. Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him. Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer Armor: rags and a leather apron Powers: Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain. Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature. Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses. Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.) Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him. A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness. Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful. Themesong Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid. The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose. This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace. Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth. "What do you desire child?" He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail. "Freedom? One day.." For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace. Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals. Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air. He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside. And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew. The voice always preached patience. One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons. Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't. Hopefully he dared to let the fires die. A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time. Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace "Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself? ... But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right? Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by. Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?" Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers. Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.</s> <\|message\|>Carver Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now." He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength. "Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to." "However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?" The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.</s> <\|message\|>Suki Enkou Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back. Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.</s> <\|message\|>Alula Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again. The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered. She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away. "We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."</s> <\|message\|>Des Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past. Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.</s> <\|message\|>Furnace Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible. "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns." He asked, thinking aloud.</s> <\|message\|>Separ Kurel Separ This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.</s> <\|message\|>Arastoph Xylem Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to? The boot was worth more than she was! "Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again." Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself. "...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken." 'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.' In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town. 'What a shame; we were almost finished.' Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins. "Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?" "I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed. "From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."</s>	<\|message\|>Furnace Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound. Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags. Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry. Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work. It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval. "We will take these things to 'that way', right?"</s>