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Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

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Victoria turned just as Vail came out to greet the two women. Diana looked up at him. "Lord Hygrace." She could not smell the pheromones in the air, but she wasn't one to judge as she was just as Victoria in her youth when around a handsome man…or vampire. "I fear your father has a severe case of stubbornitis. I hope you can convince him further or your family might be in very real danger because of your attachment to my daughter." She held Victoria's hand gently. "Spencer will come for her again." She anxiously expressed with solemn eyes.

Victoria gazed downward. "I will not let him have me without a fight." She squeezed her mother's hand. "And Vail wont either." She looked up at Vail with hope flickering behind her eyes as she reached her free hand out toward him for strength and support. She just hoped the Order were ready for the Wynter's arrival. "He is no longer my fiancé. I renounced his proposal officially and cancelled all the wedding plans." Their engagement was officially off. She hoped this made Vail happy that she was officially a free woman to make her own decision. And she chose to be with Vail.

"I hope that…once this is all over…that your father with come to accept us..." Victoria's tone squeaked a little. Diana nodded. "I accept you both. I know love's young dream when I see it. You remind me of me and your father." Diana smiled at Victoria. "And if they don't accept you as their daughter in law. Then more fool them." She stroked her cheek softly as Victoria nodded sadly. She was sure Vail saw her worth even if she were a lowly human. "You are welcome here with us, Vail." She told him firmly before bowing to him and retiring for the evening. Victoria smiled at Vail brightly. Now he would know where she had got her grace and beauty, her kind and soft heart from. Whereas her bravery, wit and stubbornness she received from her father.

She escorted Vail down to the front door. She opened it for him as she knew it was time for him to return to his manor. "So...what are your intentions, Lord Hygrace? With your family and the next move with your father at least?" She wondered what his plan was. She knew his intentions with her were to stay by her side throughout this whole ordeal. Even at the risk of losing his family. She hld onto his hand as long as she could before he had to leave her.

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Vail wasn't sure what he had expected when he'd approached the Crest ladies, but Diana's nonchalance gave him clearance to relax. She was much more accepting of him than Peter ever had been of Victoria. Despite the fact that he had used her daughter for her blood again and fooled around with her in the bathroom—as was made obvious due to his state of undressed when she'd arrived—the widow was surprisingly calm and didn't even spare a single comment about their relationship. Her inviting nature was like a breath of fresh air after his own family had reprimanded and ridiculed him for 'playing with his food' as his cousins had so tastelessly put it. He liked how much simpler everything felt when he didn't have to be on a constant defense.

"I'm well aware of that," he sighed when Diana reminded him about the potential consequences of Peter's stubbornness. "He's too set in his ways to believe me either though. I'm doing everything I can, but as long as he's the patriarch of our clan, my hands are tied." The most he could get away with was gently nudging his other family members to stay in pique condition without directly telling them that he was pushing back against his father's wishes. Since word had gotten out about his romance with Lady Crest, he'd lost all credibility among the Hygraces. It was the most frustrating place he could be when a war was looming on the horizon. He just hoped that if or when the time came, he could persuade the rest of the clan to rally so that they wouldn't be massacred by the Wynters.

As Victoria declared that she wouldn't allow Lord Spencer to have her, Vail nodded in agreement. He had tiptoed around her fiancé for long enough. Now that he was both certain and confident about his feeling for the Crest heiress, he intended to fight for her. He wouldn't allow the rival vampire to take advantage of her again. And to his delight, it seemed like the villain was no longer holding all the cards. "You did?" he turned to Victoria with raised brows as she informed him that her engagement was off. The annulment was long overdue, but he was still impressed that she had cut ties with Spencer when the Order had been backing him since the beginning. "Good," he smiled at her, supportively lacing his fingers with hers. "It's about time he understood that he'll never have you, because you're mine."

His father was another story. When Victoria mentioned him, Vail said nothing. Unlike Diana, Peter was openly hostile to the idea of his only son getting involved with a mortal. It didn't matter how much she mattered to him because the clan leader couldn't see past her human skin. "Thank you," he inclined his head politely to the widow as she exited the room, appreciative of her acceptance. Between himself and the Crest heiress, he had inarguably gotten the better future in laws—assuming they would be able to get married one day, that was.

Privately, he wondered how furious Peter would be if he requested to move into the Crest manor for the decades that remained of Victoria's limited life. It was unorthodox, since a bride was usually adopted into her new husband's family, but nothing else about their relationship was conventional. Besides, he preferred the thought of living with her someplace where they wouldn't be berated constantly by people who thought they were fools. Her family's estate would certainly be more peaceful than his in that regard.

Walking alongside her to the door, he considered her question. "My intentions are to keep loving you," he replied after a pause, glancing at her sideways. "I wish I could tell you that I had some sort of grand plan to win my father over, but I don't. With everything else that has been going on recently, I haven't had time to think about it. I've made it clear to him that I'm not going to change my mind about you and that he's going to have to accept it since he can't pass off my inheritance to anyone else without causing an uproar among our relatives. Anything else I try will have to wait until my family is no longer in danger."

He leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. "I don't know what lies ahead, my love, but I promise I'm not done fighting for us yet. I'd like to one day be able to call you my fiancée, and later my wife. For now, though, you're just going to have to trust me. I'm not going anywhere, even if my father disapproves."

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Victoria blushed with coyness as Vail laced his fingers with hers and declared she was his. In a more formal fashion. He made his feelings perfectly clear to his own family before and now to his future mother in law, she hoped, at least. She was grateful that her mother was so accepting of him and took it so well but then again, she saw the horrors Lord Spencer had put her through.

As Victoria escorted Vail to the door, she smiled upon hearing his intentions were to keep loving her. She could not ask for more than that. Other than a gesture of commitment in the form of an engagement ring. Which would enrage his father, of course. She sighed when Vail expressed, he didn't have any kind of plan to win over Peter. Only time would tell. Or if the Wynters made a move on them. So, it was settled then, they would wait until the Wynters were dealt with. And that meant more training with the Order. Victoria wasn't going down without a fight. She only latched her hand tightly around Vail's cooler skinned hand.

She received his kiss with a soft sigh, she loved the feeling of his lips upon her porcelain skin. She swooned as he called her 'his love' for the very first time. She never thought two words would melt her heart so much than those he spoke. She smiled brightly when he declared he was going to fight for her, for them both to be together. She almost gasped at the mention he wanted to make her his fiancé and wife in the future, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I do trust you, Vail. With my life, my soul and my heart." She revealed softly. She was happy he wasn't going to let his father win in his decision to keep them apart.

"Once we deal with the Wynters and when everything has calmed down, we can discuss our future…" She didn't want to add 'if she lived' at the end of the sentence. She didn't want to think about that. "So I shall see you in three days' time?" She confirmed his plan. She knew he was still sneaking out of his manor house and keeping his rendezvous with his lover a secret from his father. "I'll miss you, until then I shall be waiting." She tiptoed up to peck his lips gently with her ruby ones. As she released his lips, she grinned at him. "My love."

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A pleased smile pulled at Vail's lip when Victoria declared that she trusted him with every part of her being. He could tell by her occasional questions that she wanted more than just an informal, secretive relationship with him, and he truly did want to give her more than that. He was grateful that she was willing to be patient for now. It would have been selfish of them to put their romance above the threat of the Wynters, because he knew that doing so would only further distract Peter and sever their trust in one another. For the sake of the slim chance that the clan leader might take his advice about preparing for war one day, he would have to keep meeting with the Crest heiress subtly. It was for the safety of his family, and he was glad that she seemed to understand his reasoning.

When she repeated the plan back to him, he nodded. "And no later," he assured her. Even though he was the one who had insisted that they wait, he wasn't eager to postpone taking another step forward with her either. Since her lifespan was so brief, it felt to him like they didn't have very much time. The few decades they would have together were a mere blink compared to his immortal existence. The knowledge didn't deter him from investing in her as a mate, but it still saddened him to know that the woman who had stolen his heart would only be able to hold onto it for thirty or forty years. He didn't want to wait any longer than was necessary to stop hiding and be with her every day.

Leaning down slightly, Vail met Victoria's lips as she kissed him and then met her blue eyes adoringly. "And I'll miss you as well," he agreed with a quiet exhale, though a soft smile graced his lips when she called him her love. Although she had been ill at the time, he had enjoyed the days they had been able to spend in his bedroom after he'd whisked her off to the Hygrace manor. It had felt like a window into the future that he longed to share with her, one in which they didn't have to spend more time apart than together. He hoped the next three days would pass by quickly, so he could return to see her again.

"Stay safe, Victoria," he advised, his thoughts wandering back to the ominously quiet Lord Spencer. "If you need me before the end of three days, don't hesitate to tell me. I meant it when I said you're mine, and I protect what's important to me. As long as I can help it, I'm not going to allow him to hurt you again." His lip curled slightly at the mention of the rival vampire, but the cold expression vanished as he planted one more kiss on her cheek. "Barring any incidents, I'll see you in three days."

Turning to the door, he stepped out into the cold night and casted her one last glance over his shoulder. "I love you," he said to her once more just before he closed the door behind him and began the walk back to the Hygrace manor.


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BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

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Everybody kind of shook off the first shake, but as the dinnerware clattered dangerously on the table, it was starting to become very serious.

"What was that?", Fili looked to his godmother in concern, to Yavanna, whom seemed to be pondering, before looking back to his exhausted brother. Bard had entered by then, and both his daughters ran to him, both relieved yet troubled to see him. "Da? What's happened?", Tilda grabbed onto his sleeve, and Sigrid put a hand to her sister's shoulder to calm her. "Are you alright?"

Bain looked out of the window towards the mountain in the distance. "It's coming from the mountain!", he announced to them, answering their possibly simultaneous question. "The dragon...", Saeril murmured quietly, her face on alert. Fili urgently approached Bard who just entered the house. "You should leave us", the blonde began to tell the bargeman. "Take your children, get out of here!"

"And go where?!", the Lakeman asked the dwarf, a hint of anger in his voice. "There is nowhere else for us to go!", Bard added with a bit of grave in his voice. "Are we going to die, Da?", Tilda, the young girl asked, looking very frightened. "The dragon, it's going to kill us!" Taking the last black arrow from the ceiling, Bard looked upon his children. "Not if I kill it first", he told them with clenched teeth, and the black arrow within hand.

Feeling another rumble, Saeril walked quickly to the house's entrance and looked upon the Lonely Mountain. "What is it?", she heard Fili at her side as the winged she-elf used her Elf eyes to see the figure in the distance. It was huge, and it had wings. One thing that would be, is a dragon, and not just any dragon. "Smaug", she breathed out the name. "He's coming", she told them with dread.

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As the table began to shake even more...Yavanna sat up in alert. She stood up and walked over to the broken window. Trying to see what was going on. "They set it loose." Yavanna muttered, under her breath. Thorin Okaenshield, what have you done? Yavanna thought to herself. She could not believe, they had awaken the Dragon. It seemed like, whatever Bard feared...what she and Saeril worried about, earlier. Was coming true.

Yavanna then looked at Bard and his children...spotting the arrow he took down "The Black Arrow." she breathed out.

On the Mountain, Bilbo watched the Dragon flying away. He sighed. "What have we done?" Bilbo muttered to himself. Feeling a deep worry surge within him. He had retrieved the Arkenstone for Thorin, but at a cost...the Dragon was a wake and a fight, had broke out between the company and the Dragon, moments before.

"I am fire! I am Death!" Smaug breathed out...flying towards the small town on a Lake.

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At the news, Fili walked back to his resting brother, feeling almost sick with dread. If Smaug was to come here, they were done for. All of Laketown would feel the wrath of such a mighty beast; he had heard the stories of Smaug all his life, and he knew about the amount of destruction the Fire-Drake was capable of bringing. If the dragon was coming here, where were the others? Fili couldn't help but worry for their safety; they had headed towards the mountain and Smaug may have met them first. "We need to find Thorin," time was not on their side, since Smaug would arrive within a matter of moments.

"Get to safety", Bard told them before putting on his coat, taking the Black Arrow, and leaving the house, as quick as he could. He had to get to the windlance, and quickly. However, just as he about a few yards from it, Braga was approaching him. Hiding the arrow in a boat, and covering it, he took off, hoping to evade them, but they were much quicker than him.

Oin was in full agreement. "We'll need a boat," hastily, he threw his supplies back into his bag, then turned to help Kili who, once again, insisted he was fine. "You'll have to come with us," Saeril explained to Bard's children, but Bane would not hear of it. "Not without our Da--"
"If you stay, you and your sisters will die." She couldn't sugarcoat it, they hadn't a moment to spare. "Is that what your father would want?"

Fili ran to his brother and tried to help him stand, but the youngest again insisted that he can walk. The eldest was ushering Bain, the girls, Yavanna, and the rest of the company quickly to an empty boat that they can use to leave town with.

Smaug was reaching Laketown, and with a ferocious roar, he let loose a jet of rippling orange flame, catching an entire row of houses alight.

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All the rumbling and talking, had woken Kili up. He looked confused, a little tired and dazed. But his leg was healing up, even if he was slow on his leg. He could walk. "What's going on?" he asked sleepily, as Fili fussed over him. "I am fine brother...let me walk on my own." he told his brother.

Yavanna looked at Kili; hearing his words. "Smaug has been awakened...we must go." she said softly, As she helped him out of the house; towards the boat Oin had found for them. She looked at Bain, before she exited the house. "You cannot stay here...it's not safe." she said softly. As they were all finally ushered into the boat. Yavanna had wrapped an arm around Tilda...whom seemed scared.

Kili had limped towards the boat; sitting down besides his brother. Once they were squeezed in.

Looking towards Lake town..Yavanna could see the fire in the distance. People began to scream, as houses were lit on fire.


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Age: 62

Gender: Female

Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren't natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death.

Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms.

Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human.

Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina's attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots.

Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia's capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she'd rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…

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The trio would, having got the upper hand, he quite a while away. Though they weren't moving fast, as Mel was quite heavy. Suddenly they'd hear a loud booming in the distance. Dreyar shook lightly, and the three powered to the ground.

 "They're following us! We need to get ready for a fight!" the youngest one, Dreyar, would shout, in quite a distressed mood, as he paced back and forth.

"Yes yes, I understand. Get ready, would you?" the namekian said, glancing at both of his lackeys. They nodded to him, then to one another, before turning around. Mel would stand behind the boy, then Dreyar would begin to lightly charge his ki. Nothing big, no, just a light gathering of his abilities. The moment he saw one of the men or women show up, he would throw off a flurry of ki blasts at them. Hopefully he would be able to down them, but even if he didn't, he could easily get Mel and Manetta to help down them.

"Alright kid, I'll trust you this once." said Mel, giving him a pat on the shoulder, walking a few steps back, awaiting patiently a target. "Try not to mess up." she would add. Now all that needed to be done was to wait for the sap to run into their little scheme, and considering they were people in the middle of chasing them, chances are, it would work pretty alright.

Meanwhile, back at the tournament grounds, the final citizens had cleared the area, all that was left we're a few guards and the scrawny man, rushing around the place trying to fix things up. With that, he was also trying desperately to juggle the phone calls of a few angry onlookers. Seeing the few people rush off to regain the items, he'd pause for a moment, a small grin on his face, and a few nods. Maybe these guys could put the thieves down, then they wouldn't need to worry about this happening anymore.

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As Maximus approached the offenders his scanners told him that they stopped moving, his best guess is that they either somehow knew he was coming and were preparing for battle, or they had stopped to examine how much they stole. Maximus clenched his fists as he continued forward, determined to bring retribution to the offenders for what they had done. Maximus continued his flight until the energy readings of the three offenders were a few dozen meters in front of him, he stopped flying forward and landed with a clank before he began to walk towards them, his vision zoomed in until he got a clear image of all three offenders, two humans, male and female, and a green skinned being who looked human.

After he thought through what he wanted to do, he believed that he should try to speak with them first, to see if this could be settled without conflict, but he was ready to fight if it turned out like that. Maximus slowly and calmly walked towards the offenders with both arms to his side, unless he was stopped from doing so, when he would get within speaking distance he would attempt to say.

"You three have caused harm to the innocent and have stolen... return what has been taken and your punishment will be lessened..."

he would drone to them in his robotic tone as he would slightly tilt his head down in what could be guessed as a glare as his hands would clench into fists. He would continue to approach them until he was only a few meters away.

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Dreyar had been watching quite closely, and the fact that he allowed anybody to get that close caused him to holy up.

"ACK! Oh alright! he shouted, beginning to lay into the Android with ki blast after ki blast, causing the grass beneath them to be signed greatly, and hopefully the Android as well. Mel would turn, looking towards the line where the city seemed to just begin.. They generally made the arenas a fair amount of distance from the town, for just in case reasons.

"Are we leavin 'em?!" she shouted to Manetta, only to receive a shake of his head. "Oh GOOD LORD!" she shouted tapping the boys shoulder, he would heave a few times, falling backwards to rest, Manetta grabbing him by the his coat's collar.

"Behind me" he would say, pulling a small blade from a scabbard on his leg, he wouldn't engage anything quite yet, as he was sure Mel could handle the situation. Mel was about to get into a fight, as the blasts had finally cleared, and she had made her charge towards the opponent. Her chained leg seemed to move quite gracefully despite the heavy weight upon it, and her covered hand was far behind her, as she got ready to strike the machine in any way possible. This was her meal money, and damn it if she lost her meal money.

[Assistant]
As Maximus was about to speak, if he had eye's they would have widened as he observed multiple energy blasts being sent towards him from the human male. As the blasts closed in he raised his arms in a "X" to defend himself as the volley of ki blasts slammed into the ground around him, causing the ground to become scorched. A couple of ki blasts slammed into Maximus as he defended himself, with each hit the force of the blast pushed him back, but he held his ground, his metal arms were steaming slightly as the volley finished, leaving a cloud of dust from the other blasts that missed. Maximus lowered his defense as he looked through the dust cloud that was created, his scanners locking onto the three offenders.

"so be it, you leave me no choice..."

Maximus droned as he prepared to engage in battle, as the dust cleared Maximus observed that the female was charging at him, he would do the same. Maximus broke into a sprint, kicking up the dirt behind him as he sped forward, as he was running towards the girl running at him, silver electricity began to jump around his right hand. His intention was when he got close enough to the girl he would attempted to jump over her with a flip and fire a charged up energy blast at her back to either stun her or knock her down, either way if it worked he would follow through by charging at her and unleash a barrage of punches and kicks into her while she was stunned, or fire a volley of energy blasts at her while she was knocked down.

[User] Vanina gritted her teeth when she finally reached the battleground. There was no way she's be shown up by a bunch of two bit brigands. Pulling her knives from her back, she charged up to the alien being with her blades raised to slash them down on him. After that, flurry upon flurry of slashes and punches were thrown, albeit at the sake of her own guard. "You waste your time, slug! It's a shame you must disgrace your warrior people by stooping to petty theft. Maybe I'll request we erase your home-world from the galaxy once I get off this rock? Then there won't be any of you left!"

[Assistant]
Seji watched the fight from above, cursing the fact that he wasn't first on the scene. He saw the initial volley of keyblasts, and frowned when he saw how exhausted the ki user who attacked Maximus was.

"Hmm..." he considered his options. The ki user would likely rejoin the fight. Their attention was mostly focused on the large, metal robot that was Maximus. Seji also saw the multi-armed woman charging the namekian.

The robot appeared to be getting ready to engage the chained woman, so Seji decided that he ought to steal the show from them.

Seji raised his hand, chanting ancient syllables, before aiming his open palm at the ki user. Electricity crackled, and Seji began to let himself drop, wings folding up and disappearing. In free fall, he completed his spell. Lightning fell from the sky, streaking past Seji as he fell. It slammed toward the ki user, hopefully hitting him. Seji himself fell towards the ki user only a moment afterwards, manifesting a Shield spell below him to absorb the impact and to slam into the ki user.

[User]
"Got it!" shouted Mel, just as the Android dodged her. She couldn't much stop being hit with the blast, though from the prior fights with Dreyar, she was ready for it. She was pushed forward, causing her to take a long deep breaths from the blow, barely being able to turn around to begin fighting back. She was hit a single time, the blow pushing her back. "Enough playing" she said, midway through raising her hands to attempt keeping herself from being attacked, using her wrapped arm to flash with the heavier blows. Once she felt she had a chance, she rose her chained leg, attempting to get a good his in the Android.

"I see.. Threatening me with something that means nothing? Ha!" he would say chuckling, he would, with his blade, giving him a nod. "Right then you four armed behemoth, lets begin!" he shouted, jumping up, using his flight to sustain a greater height, only to soon downwards in a spiral, initiating combat with the four armed lady.

"..Already?" groan'd Dreyar, shaking his head, only then he heard the crackling of a man about to slam into him. He kicked away, scrambling to get up and look back at the man. His breathing heavy, he put tso hands up pointing to Seji.  "Bad decision bud!" he shouted confidently, a green aura surrounding his body. He would hold steady, the both of his hands having large charges, his energy draining fast, but his overall power growing greatly. "Die!" he screamed, extending his hands fully, two spiralling charges of ki being hurled towards Seji. Inmediatly Dreyar began to spiral and sputter, falling to his knees, continuing his rest, hoping he could get up before anything more happened, or if his opponent somehow dodged BOTH ki blasts, and was able to subdue him.

[Assistant]
As Maximus continued to attack Mel he was honestly impressed she managed to recover from the blast and was able to stop herself from being assaulted by his barrage of punches and kicks. He heard her speak to him as she began to raise her arms in defense, as she began dishing out heavy blows with her fists Maximus blocked them. He waited for an opening, when he thought he had one he lunged to strike her with a left jab to her head, but she had evaded it and her chained leg slammed down into the crook of his neck, a loud metal impact ringing out as it landed, the physical blow didn't seem to do much damage to Maximus's hull besides denting it, a minor injury that could be easily repaired.

Though Maximus may have looked stunned from the blow he was actually registering an energy spike from behind him, Maximus took an estimated guess that the energy reading was coming from the male who had attacked him earlier, as the energy signature was lowering Maximus lost interest, then he quickly grabbed hold of Mel's leg that was in the crook of his neck with a crushing iron grip as he looked into her eyes, while doing so, in his free hand silver electricity began to jump around it.

"This is not a Game..."

Maximus droned to her in a somewhat menacing tone before he spun around, quickly swinging Mel through the air by her leg and throwing her towards the energy signature which he believed to be Dreyar, a second after he threw Mel he thrust the hand he had charged energy in forward and fired a silver energy blast after Mel. After doing so Maximus's body began to emit a low electrical humming sound as silver electricity began jumping around his body while he held a strong stance.


[System]
Nickname: None.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, about 6"3, African American with a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. Always with five o'clock shadow. Has dreadlocks that come to just below his shoulders, which he intends to cut off once he graduates. Full lips, easy grin, muscular. Usually wears a close fitting black tshirt and jeans, and white Jordans.
Ex: Adelisa Davis
Favourite Color: Grey
Favourite music: Rap, Rock, Indie, Classical. He's into nearly everything but death metal and pop.
Hobbies: Reading, drawing and painting, swimming, hiking, video games.
Animals: Great Dane called Merlin
Personality: Charismatic, good at starting conversation and keeping it going. He makes people feel at ease, and is always up to try new things as long as it doesn't jeopardize his chances of graduating law school and going to work at one of the top law firms in New York. Can be impatient at times.
Car: Doesn't have one. He's saving for one, but most of his money goes into rent and the like. This vacation is probably the only one he'll have for a while.
Major: Is in law school, intends to go into corporate law.
Tattoos: None. No piercings, either.
Other: Is so careful about the impression he gives off because prejudice puts him at the disadvantage, he feels. That's why he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings.

[User]
Amelia's body shook, not sure if it was from the coldness of the night or her recent sobbing fit. Either way, she couldn't stay out here. The nagging feeling in her heart said she needed to find Adelisa. Amelia lot another cigarette and puffed away half of it before stomping the rest under her foot. She begn to dreadful walk to the elevator. She didn't want to face anyone. She didn't want anyone to see her red, puffy eyes and her messy hair. She smelt like smoke and alcohol, and was overall a total hot mess.

The elevator ride was silent, except the annoyingly catchy tune that played softly from the speakers. What could Amelia say to Dela? Why did Amelia have to care?... Why did this have to happen?.. How could he do this to me?. Amelia quickly wiped the tears away as she stepped onto the seventh floor. No sooner than she stepped off the elevator did she hear the commotion coming from their room. "No, please god, no," She begged as she ran through the hallway and after digging around in her pockets slid the key to get in the room just in time to see Hunter double over. Her heart stopped. What happened? Why was he hurt? She didn't have time for that! She was just in time to hear Jareth tell Lila and Hunter to go be with her. Amelia shook her head and walked slowly toward the door. "No, I was there for Dela then, I will be now too. Nothing and no one will stop that."

Amelia stepped around Hunter and Jareth and softly knocked on the door. She put her ear up to the door and softly spoke, "Dela, unlock the door, okay? I'm going to come in. Just me. Okay? Please, Dela. I know you're hurting. I know you're scared. Remember what we promised? Remember we promised each other that through thick and thin we would always be there. Deal, I can't keep my promise unless you open the door. I won't let anyone else in. Just please, listen to my voice Dela. Listen to me, please," Amelia wasn't going to lose her friend because of as stupid mistake. She wasn't ready to lose Adelisa. She had lost Hunter, and that tore her apart, but losing her best friend would kill her. She softly rapped on the door again. Please, please, let her answer.

[Assistant]
Adelisa looked down to see a hand under the door. It looked like Jareth's but it didn't matter to her. He understood what she wanted- no needed- at that moment. She reached out to hold Jareth's hand, her fingers brushing his hand. She heard Amelia and she retracted her hand from Jareth's. Did she want to respond? Did she even want to see Amelia after what happened?

She shook her head and said "Amelia, please go talk to Hunter. I… I just want you two to work things out. Please." Even in her state, she still wanted Hunter and Amelia to work things out. Maybe she'll feel better if they left. Yeah, she probably would. "A-and I don't want t-to talk to Grant either" she said softly, her voice wavering. She closed her eyes. She stood up, the pills falling to the floor like marbles. "I-I…" She wanted to speak, but her throat closed. How could she be so outgoing, but when it came to her own feelings she shut down?

Adelisa slumped back down in her leaning position and she sobbed. "I don't want to talk. It's all pretty words and empty promises! I'm just the girl everyone uses!" She looked down at the pills again and bit her bottom lip. She was scared. Not only of all this, but of herself.

[User]
Lila was crying when she suddenly felt herself being violently pushed aside. 'What the hell?!' she thought angrily. "Move Dammit!" she heard Hunter shout at her before he began kicking Adelisa's closed door. It shook, but didn't bulge open.

"What the hell are you doing, you creep?! How did you even get in here?!" Lila shouted back at him, getting up from the floor and trying her hardest to avoid gouging his eyes out. How dare he put a hand on her, much less shove her! Hunter simply kicked the door again, but apparently he'd lost all his energy because he keeled over with heavy breathing. He choked out, "Someone open the damn door!" before he started coughing again, turning his voice moved to a quiet mumble. "Please open the door..."

Then Jareth walked in, and Lila had just opened her mouth to whine to her boyfriend about how Hunter had pushed him when he said: "Seriously, dude, that is not going to help. Everyone needs to quiet down, please. And you need to go talk to the woman you gave your heart to. She's in pain too, and that is totally your fault. Maybe you should try telling her the truth for once." Lila could tell Jar was angry: the way he was so sharp reminded her of when he lost his temper during the fights they'd used to have. It was truly intimidating to hear him like that. "If you guys can just give me a few minutes alone with her, I can try to help her. Just, go be with Amelia."

It seemed Hunter got the unsaid message about Jar's temper, because he quieted down. Lila did so too, then looked at Jar with a questioning look. He nodded at her. "You can trust me with this. And Grant, I don't think she'll want you in the room, not right away." With that, Jar sat down on the floor and slid his right hand under the door.

Then Amelia arrived. Without looking around at anyone, she just stepped around Hunter and Jareth and softly knocked on the door. She put her ear up to the door and softly spoke, "Dela, unlock the door, okay? I'm going to come in. Just me. Okay? Please, Dela. I know you're hurting. I know you're scared. Remember what we promised? Remember we promised each other that through thick and thin we would always be there. Deal, I can't keep my promise unless you open the door. I won't let anyone else in. Just please, listen to my voice Dela. Listen to me, please."

Now that Amelia was in the room, Lila couldn't bear to have her hurting more because of Hunter's presence. She grabbed Hunter by his good arm and forcefully drove him out into the hall. "Come on, you little shit," Though he maybe had more strength than her, the combination of her anger with his pain made it easy enough for her to do this. Once there, she slapped him hard, her brown eyes dark with rage. "NEVER put a hand on me again, Hunter, or I swear to you I'll give you another story to tell about why you're in the hospital again. Do you understand me? Or do I need to give you a couple of more slaps?" She walked back to the suite and stood at the door, as if keeping guard.

[Assistant] Jareth felt her fingers brush against his, soft as the spring breeze, and timid as a bunny. He hadn't realized she would be right there. When Amelia came in, Jar tried to raise his left index finger to his lips to keep her quiet, but it didn't work. And it was too late, another voice disturbing the peace must have spooked her, because he couldn't feel Adelisa's fingers anymore. Some small capsules hit the ground and bounced into his hand. Pills. He was making progress and none of them even realized it, he held back his frustration and instead focused on Dela's words. She didn't want them all there, and she didn't want to talk. He'd figured as much, one of the worst things you can do to a suicidal person is try to downplay their situation, or give them advice that you really don't know how to give. He kept his hand under the door "No one's going to talk anymore. We don't need to talk. I can come in there and just sit with you, if you want. Or I can just stay sitting here." he didn't have to say it outright for the message to be clear: Either way, I'm not leaving.

[User]
Adelisa stopped what she was doing when she heard Jareth's words. It was foreign to her. She sat there silently for just one moment before slowly standing up and unlocking the door. The door opened just enough to poke her eye out and see everyone. Jareth was kneeling in front of the door with his hand out still. She looked at Jareth and said "I-I only w-want y-you and Lila… if she wants too." Her eyes landed on Grant and she let out a whimper.

It wasn't intentional, but she was in pain. She was back to the place she was when they broke up. He didn't mean anything mean, right? Or did he? Adelisa closed her eyes and opened the door wider for the two she said she wanted. She knew she wouldn't get one or the other. They were a package deal. Well, until they broke up that is. Then Lila was always riding solo and it was easier to talk to her.

She looked around the room and almost laughed at herself. You are a wreck aren't you, Addy. Such a hot mess she thought to herself.

[Assistant]
The door cracked slightly, and Jar looked up to see Dela peeking an eye out. "I-I only w-want y-you and Lila..." she stammered out, voice choppy with emotion. Jar nodded "Of course, I'll go get her and be right back. I promise." At that, he stood up and went to the suite door, where Delilah was giving Hunter a reaming for... pushing her?. Oh yeah, he had a death wish, all right. Making enemies left and right.

"Hey Bombs, she opened the door a little for me. She just wants the two of us to go in there, and I know it will be hard for you, but you can't talk and try to give advice, okay? Not unless she askes for it." Jar explained to Delilah, not even bothering to look at Hunter. He'd climb that mountain when he got to it.

[User]
The door of her suite opened behind her. Lila turned around to be face-to face- with Jar. "Hey Bombs, she opened the door a little for me. She just wants the two of us to go in there, and I know it will be hard for you, but you can't talk and try to give advice, okay? Not unless she asks for it."

If it had been another situation, Lila would have laughed at how Jar knew how hard it would be for her to keep her mouth shut. She had a habit of not holding back anything: which was both beneficial and prejudicial in certain moments. But, of course, she'd do anything for one of her best friends: even if it meant trying her hardest to be quiet.

"Okay, JarBear, I promise I'll behave," she told him in a gentle voice. Delilah turned to Hunter, pointing a menacing finger at him. "Don't you dare come in here, you understand?" Without waiting for his reply, Lila turned around and went inside the condo, holding Jareth's hand. His touch made her feel calm and in control, something she'd been having trouble with for the best part of this night. Some party it was turning out to be...

[Assistant]
Grant didn't leave, but he stepped back away from Adelisa's door. He didn't bother responding to Delilah, used to the animosity from her. Of course everything was his fault. It always was, in her eyes.

Grant watched as Hunter banged on Adelisa's door, furious with him. "Hunter, step away from the goddamn door," he snapped. His heart was pounding with fear for her life. He watched Jareth go to the door and kneel down, slipping his fingers under the door. He couldn't shake the feeling that it should be him trying to talk her out of this, trying to help her, and he tried his best not to let the fact that she didn't want him there at all hurt him. She felt used, and she thought Grant had been one of the people to use her.

His eyes closed in agitation when the door cracked open slightly. He almost moved to take a step forward, but Adelisa let out a whimper at the sight of him and he looked at her, seas of sorrow in his eyes. Jareth and Amelia were preparing to talk to her, and Grant looked at the door, wanting to help her as well. Although it seemed like the best way to help her was in his case to stay as far away as possible.


[System]
Age: 32

Appearance:
Monica is typically seen wearing your average everyday clothes. A T-shirt, sweatpants, the usual. However, she could sometimes be seen wearing her scrubs after work. The blood on them makes others a little unsettled due to the current situation. Unfortunately, she wears her scrubs almost always, as she was at work when the whole lock down happened, and doesn't have any other clothes besides another set of scrubs.

Occupation: Monica works as an E.M.T. usually one of the first to show up to a scene, and takes her work very seriously.

Skills: Being an E.M.T. Monica has training in identifying injuries, first aid, on the spot surgery, and extensive knowledge of human anatomy.

Faults: None, she's perfect. Monica can be a little to curious for her own good. She's seen her fair share of things she shouldn't from it. Not to mention, she's selfless to a fault. Always putting others before herself, constantly putting her in danger.

History: Growing up in a nearby city called Pekin, Monica was always a smart girl. Honor Roll, yearbook stuff, the works. The one thing she always wondered about was people. How did they work? What makes them tick? Biology was fascinating to her, and she eventually went to college to earn her Ph.D. before being hired as a nurse and quickly advancing to Pediatrician, to Surgeon, all the way to E.M.T. during her years in the medical field, she met a group of boys who were constantly coming back to the hospital for Sword related injuries. Eventually letter her curiosity get the better of her, she asked how they kept getting these injuries. The boy's told her about their D&D adventures, and how they'd act it out a little too much. They even offered her a spot in the adventure. Joining in for an adventure or two, she was no longer Monica White, but Yeagnasae Stargazer, the Cleric. Immediately falling in love with the name, she began to use it as her own Persona, and it became sort of a nickname for her. Then she got a call saying she was needed in the city of Champaign for her services. Hopping into the ambulance, she was off to the city. Soon after she had arrived, a message on the radio had said that the city was officially on lock down. Trying to leave like a sane person, she was denied, and was stuck in the city. The three others who came with her, driver included, began to panic, and were unsure what to do. Hiding out in a nearby building, her story begins.

Equipment: An ambulance filled with medical supplies. On her person however, she carries a scalpel, one of the keys to the ambulance, an epipen, and an adrenaline needle.

[User]
Certainly a military quarantine of a city which pinned all those damn sweathogs, freaks, jabronies and all those damn pie eatin' phonies together would drive men, who weren't bred in hard times, completely off the wall. But to those who were raised in the mean streets of Parts Unknown, knew how to please or rile a 'rat' or three, and those who knew that to be the man you had to beat the man, they knew that this swerve they were in was a window for unique opportunities.

And there were two men who were prepared and ready to market themselves and put many butts in many seats. Both knew that they still had work to do, who'd do the job would come closer to show-time, and that they weren't gonna get too many butts in seats if they were just cowering like so many of those damn posers out there.

On the grounds of Parkland College, around the scene of another particular incident occurring, there were two rather built and outlandish looking black individuals. One was currently standing on-top of a series of bricks that surrounded a small tree. This individual was Davis "The Candyman" Kane, Master of the Sweeet Science. He was a rather large man who definitely fell in super-heavy weightclass when it came to boxing, and had a tapestry of scars that showed off his education in the school of hard knocks. The most notable scars were the fact he had missing front teeth, several large gashes around his head and chest and around the arms. Currently this man was adorned in a pair of red and white striped boxing shorts, black wrestling boots, a pair of orange sunglasses alongside an open purple robe and loose fitting purple top hat and of course he had white boxing tape around his hands. Currently "The Candyman" was practicing some shadowboxing, bobbing around and practicing strikes.

It was known that Davis Kane was a working man, a man of the people. The promotion often would talk about how he was raised in the fields of Kentucky, and honing the Sweet Science from tussling in the barn with his Pappy, and punching the slabs of meat in the processing plant where his uncle worked. But there were things far more important than his training to the Candyman; the poor orphans of Kentucky. Davis knew that he was blessed with the opportunities he had, but he knew that there were many youths who didn't get the opportunities he had, and the Candyman was going to help out. But when the Ten Man Battle Royale Tournament came, there was a nefarious force that cheated and stole the money that he would've rightfully won for the children...

"BABY-" came blaring out from a boombox as another man began swaggering towards Davis.

"BABY LET'S GET TOGETHER!" Demetrius Flash's hips were integral to the swaggering gestures he was doing. Over his right shoulder was the boombox playing the funky tunes that Da Guru of Groove was bobbing his head along to. Davis Kane stopped the punching motions that he was doing and slowly lifted up his shades to allow his eyes to confirm that this man, this vile man was actually here.

All the while Da Guru of Groove did not seem to care at all about The Candyman, but instead had his entire attention focused on the music playing through his boombox.

"HONEY, HONEY ME AND YOU!
AND DO THE THINGS, OH, DO THE THINGS
THAT WE LIKE TO DO."

As Demetrius Flash got within striking distance he placed down the boombox and began to let the rhythm flow through him. He gyrated his hips in a rhythmic fashion before spinning his arms around each other then pointing off first to the right, then to the left.

"OH, DO A LITTLE DANCE, MAKE A LITTLE LOVE,
GET DOWN TONIGHT, GET DOWN TONIGHT!"

"OH DO A LI-"

Hopping down from the bricks surrounding the tree, Davis Kane slammed his hand down on the play button of the jukebox before coming nose to nose with Demetrius Flash. The Candyman was a bit taller than Demetrius Flash's actual height, but the judicious amount of afro still gave Da Guru of Groove the edge.

"Awwww hell naaw." Da Guru of Groove said with a snarl as he wiggled his right hand, showing off the bling as he moon-stepped a bit away from The Candyman. "You ain't supposed be here! I ran you outta this deadheap Taco Stand y'dig!" Demetrius Flash smirked as he flicked at his chest hair, a loose piece of it landed on his turquoise jumpsuit. Slowly and methodically Demetrius Flash waggled his fingers showing off his expensive jewelry around his fingers. "They're off the chain. Off the hook. Nurkin' good bling so I can be stylin' and profilin' even moah than ushe." Demetrius flash began laughing while Davis Kane exhaled a large amount of air from his nostrils and gave Da Guru of Groove a death stare.

"An' all it took, was beatin' yo Unka Tom ass in that Battle Royale! An oooh lemme guess what dem kiddies you fight for said." Demetrius Flash rubbed both of his hands under his eyes to mime some tears, "Wah!" he declared in a obnoxiously high pitch, "The Candyman Sweeeeeeet Sciiiiiiieeence lost to DA GROOVE!" Da Guru of Groove began laughing again at The Candyman, who had enough and marched back to being nose and nose with Demetrius Flash.

"See, I've been chattin' wit the Bossman and he don't think you won it fair and square." Said The Candyman causing Demetrius Flash groaned and glare at Davis Kane. The Candyman continued, "So he got us a lil One on One, where you can't pull no tricks foo! Tonight at the Parkland Planetarium!"

Davis Kane paused for a moment to let the fact that the two would be facing each other in a one on one match at the Parkland Planetarium sit in.

"SO COME WIT ME AN YOU'LL SEE A WORLD OF PURE PAIN SUCKA! YOU'LL BE TASTIN' THE SWEEEEEEEET SCIIIIIIEEEENCE AT THE PLANETARIUM! TONIGHT!" The Candyman boisterously declared as he pounded his chest.

Demetrius Flash shook his head before seemingly offering his hand out to Davis Kane to confirm the match. Davis reached out and, immediately got kicked in the shins. Davis sold the blow as Demetrius Flash began throwing some worked punches at him. Da Guru of Groove continued this until The Candyman began to gain his heroic wind and began throwing his own attacks.

Da Guru of Groove sold the blows while maneuvering towards his boombox, which he then swung at Davis Kane who immediately sold the blow enough to give Demetrius Flash a chance for a cowardly escape gained from this foreign object assault.

"You gonna go down tonight! Go down tooonight! PEACE!" Demetrius Flash bragged as he sped off towards the Planetarium so he could properly prepare for the show.

[Assistant] Monica sat and waited. It had been over three hours since the group was supposed to return. She assumed the worst. Suddenly, the sounds of rapid gunfire erupted from some somewhere close by. Looking through a nearby window, she saw figures erupting gunfire from an automatic rifle through the door of a house. Dear god, what had this place come to? She wanted to investigate. She simply HAD to know what was going on. But she knew better. What if her team had come back? What if one of the shooters opened fire on her? Her scrubs wouldn't protect her from hot lead. Deciding the best course of action was to watch from a distance, she watched intently. She began to plan the whole thing out. She'd wait for the fighting to stop, and then make her way over. Grabbing a piece of paper lying around, as well as a convenient pen, she scribbled down: "I'm at a house across the street, I'll be back soon. If I'm not back by morning, don't look for me. -Monica" She watched once more through the window as she began to gather her medical equipment. Maybe there'd be a survivor?

[User]
"Shit!" was the only thing John could scream as he dived on the floor, rolling up into a ball behind the sofa as the shots continued to smack through the wooden door. He tentatively reached out towards the shotgun a few feet in front of him but snatched his hand back when an errant bullet smacked into the floorboard an inch in front of his hand. Instead he pulled out his Colt 45 and raised it above his head so it was clear of the sofa, blindly aiming it in the rough direction of the door.

John had never fired a weapon at anything other than paper targets before. He knew he was a decent enough shot, but he had honestly never considered he would be in this kind of situation the entire time the town had been on lock-down. He only wanted to have the pistol with him for peace of mind, or maybe to use in convincing someone to part with their food or car, but not this. The shooting stopped abruptly followed by the metallic thud of a magazine falling to the floor outside. Whoever was out there was clearly reloading, and now was as good a time as any to fire.

John screwed his eyes tightly shut and prepared to fire his pistol, which he hoped was aimed somewhere near the door. Nothing happened. He realised he was too afraid to pull the trigger, and it was already too late now as whoever was outside was now trying to kick the door in. Scrambling to his feet he grabbed the shotgun with his spare hand and fled to the bedroom. In a few seconds he had holstered his pistol and collected his emergency backpack next to his bed. A few seconds after that he was climbing out of his window and sprinting down the dark streets as fast as he could from his home.

He heard female scream coming from his house behind him, cut short by a single gunshot. He knew what that meant, acknowledging as he ran that in the rush he had not even considered his own Mother. He also knew there was no way he was going back to help her. Suddenly, he felt as if a great weight was being lifted from his shoulders making him feel almost giddy. No more caring for her, endless hours talking to her about long past events, having to coax her into believing the most obvious things, no more sitcoms he would have to endure. For the first time during the last few days, he smiled. John ran on into the dark...

[Assistant] Monica observed the situation from the window, her curiosity growing by the second. She then noticed a single figure, leaping out of the window and towards her location. How convenient! Yet she couldn't decide if it was worth the risk of leaving. What if the man opened fire? What if the shooters pursued him? She was mostly safe inside, but her sense for adventure was being tested. This was the chance of a lifetime! But she knew she had to let it go. Dying probably wasn't a good idea right now. Instead, Monica crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it behind her. She sat in a chair to the side of the door, out of sight. Fiddling with the radio, she put on some classical music in an attempt to calm her nerves. With any luck, this would all be over soon.

[User]
Gabriel strolled down the street toting a blood-soaked totebag heavy with bibles and medical supplies. As he had prayed, the Lord kept him safe, wandering those dangerous streets. While in the hospital, he realized something. Flesh eating monsters and murderous cultists? What's so scary about that? He must know that his Lord is mightier.

Eventually, Gabriel came across the sound of... music. Bravely, he approached the source of the music, and rang the door bell.

[Assistant]
Ding-Dong! rang the bell. Jumping up in her seat, she turned to the doors. A young boy stood by the door, carrying a large bag covered in blood. The boy looked unarmed, and rang the doorbell of all things. He likey didn't mean any harm. Maybe he wanted to trade? There wasn't a whole lot of stuff in the building, but she was sure that she could come up with something.

Walking gingerly to the door, she opened it ever so slightly. "H-Hello. Come inside, it's safe in here." she waited a brief second before slowly opening the door and gesturing to towards the inside. She'd usually be quite fine with a situation like this. Just a boy who's come to visit and say hello. But, for all Monica knew, he was some sort of monster in disguise. "That's... an awful lot of blood there... are you hurt? Do you need medical attention of any kind?"


[System]
Age: 19

Fun facts:
Loves dueling practice and horse riding as pastimes.
A bit naive, but well-trained in most of the necessary skills of a prince.
Hates the taste of alcohol, but drinks in social settings out of embarrassment.
Nervous about his impending marriage, but also a bit excited.

Baroness Sabina of House Felwent

Age: 37

Fun Facts:
Advisor in most Realm matters to the upcoming Queen, appointed by the current rulers.
Widow of a Lord who was known for his unfaithfulness.
Not easily fooled, and experienced in trickery.

[User]
PRINCE CRISPIN OF KENT

The door to the Dining hall opened slowly, its great weight preventing swift movement. As it opened, Emmanuelle was granted her first glimpse of the hall in its full, welcoming preparation. Chefs and their apprentices stood at the ready, waiting for the various nobles to be seated, so that they could serve proper portions to them. Cal was among them, grinning from ear to ear with pride at the smooth organization of the meal. He was more Crispin's manservant than anything else, but for this meal specifically he'd been given duties in relation to the vitally-important court function.

Crispin himself sat near the head of the table, in a cypress-and-gold seat, beside which sat a holly-and-silver chair for his betrothed. At the very head of the table, the aging queen sat in a silver throne, beside an empty golden one, for which a place had not been set. From there, less-descript seats were arranged, each with a small wooden placard to signify which noble was to sit there. Tureens of soup, wicker baskets of piping hot, crusty bread loaves, platters of pork or salmon, and delicate arrangements of candied flower petals or fruit slices covered the ancient table.

At the arrival of the Princess, Crispin rose from his seat rather formally and pulled the silver chair away from the table a bit to allow for her to sit. Once she neared, he softly guided her into her seat with one hand on the small of her back, applying gentle pressure; not enough to be rude, but certainly more contact than was strictly necessary. It wasn't a rude pressure either, more reassuring and perhaps a bit intimate, particularly with how low he placed his hand.

With everyone in their proper seats, The queen called for the meal to begin, and servants began slicing meats and serving up generous portions of the various dishes. The kitchen was renowned for serving up meals as large as they were delicious, and they lived up to their reputation spectacularly. Pewter chalices were filled with a light pear cider, the Queen's favorite, and once she had taken a delicate sip, everyone dug in with relish.

Crispin ate slowly, his attention distracted by the lovely young woman at his left. Despite all of the words they'd exchanged earlier, and despite the soft chatter throughout the room, he was somewhat hesitant to overstep his bounds in engaging the stunning young woman. He finally gathered up his courage and said, somewhat suddenly, "I'm terribly glad that you were able to arrive so quickly. As foolish as this might sound, I feel a bit as though I missed you in the time before we met. Does that make any sense? Perhaps it's foolish, I don't know, but that's the best way that I can put it, I think."

BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT

Sabina wasn't entirely sure how she felt. She was a woman who was usually quite firmly in control of her emotions, yet this banter with Peter was bringing back so many memories... Some of them painful, but some of them fond, inspiring feelings of longing within her. With a mental scowl, she banished that thought, denying herself the right to think that way. Peter had done so much to hurt her, and the Princess needed her to be a guiding influence, not some easily-seduced court plaything. She was the only thing standing between Peter and the royal couple, and it was up to her to keep the schemer from taking advantage of those in her charge.

"I know you, Peter." She didn't use the man's official title, a slip-up which wasn't typical of her. She swore to herself that she wouldn't make such a mistake again. No familiar terms with this snake... "You're right, I suppose. I had a time during which I was... far too familiar with you. I opened myself up to you, a mistake I will not make again. I have no doubt that you think that your interests fit with those of the Prince and Princess, but as you said yourself, you are the destructive type. I may not hold as much power as a man like you, but gods help me, I will die before I see our kingdoms run into the ground for your entertainment or profit."

With that, she turned away from him, striding towards the door, then suddenly yelped like a startled handmaiden as his strong palm struck her butt forcefully. She bit her lip in frustration at the reaction she'd let out, and hurried to her seat, a comfortable chair a few spots down from the royal pair. She sat gingerly, her bum stinging slightly despite the layers of her dress. How did he get to her so easily? He always knew the right thing to say to make her react, and despite her previous protestations, his forceful manner had her far more hot and bothered than she would admit. It was hard not to think back to the past, when the firm touch of his hands had been a familiar sensation. The baroness was so flustered by the swat that she didn't notice until it was too late that the placard beside hers displayed brazenly "Lord Peter of House Medici".

[Assistant]
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Princess Emmanuelle of Navarre

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She was nervous about this midday meal as she had no idea how this was exactly going to go. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and just stared at herself after she had freshened up, even changed clothing, mere minutes ago but ended with a sigh from her reflection. Emmanuelle found it quite remarkable as Crispin still felt the same way about her after all this time as she still felt the same about him. With a slight huff escaping from her small, parted lips, she finally rose up from her seated position and stepped outside of her chambers now, eyes glanced at the guard that was to escort her to the dining area. "I'm ready." She managed to mutter as the guard told her that she looks exceptional and Crispin will adore her. That was exactly what she needed to hear and to hear it from someone she rarely even knows? It gave her the confidence to step forward and continue on towards the dining area.

When Emmanuelle neared towards the dining hall, the aroma of food crept at her nose and she closed her eyes, breathing it in and growing more hungrier with every single step. She finally turned the corner and stood in the doorway that lead in the dining hall, her eyes went towards Crispin as he stood and she could not help but blush and smile at his presence. After standing in the doorway for a few seconds, she waltzed over towards the chair that Crispin had pulled out for her as he even guided her towards her seat. His hand did not even make her gasp or react any type of way because she knew that he was being a gentleman.

"Thanks, Crispin." She muttered then turned her attention towards the Queen, her head nodded towards her out of respect. "My Queen." Her eyes then went around the table, seeing the Baroness and offered her a wave then gave Lord Peter a wave, as well. When the servants started to serve them, she was more than ready to go ahead and dig right on in but had to be more of a lady within this moment and time. She thanked the servant that had served them then turned as cider was poured into their chalices as she grabbed her knife and fork then started to eat.

Of course, even though she was eating, she could see Crispin constantly look at her out of her side eye and she looked back then quickly shied away from his glances, blushing. Whenever Crispin started speaking, her attention was fully turned onto him as she smiled at his words. "Not foolish, at all, my Prince and it does make sense." She said then reached over and placed her hand on top of his. "I have missed you dearly, Crispin and I am happy to be here in this moment and right now." Emmanuelle then rubbed his hand with her own before going back to eating now as her eyes wandered from person to person in the process.

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Lord Peter of House Medici

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Again, Lord Peter had Sabina wrapped around his finger, sort of or so he thought as he made his way towards the table and saw that he was to sit by the Baroness. That infamous smirk began to curve among the corner of his lips as he wiggled his little fingers towards her now. Whenever she came to sit down, Peter rose up and pulled her chair out for her then sat back down, bowing his head towards the Queen beside him now. "You know me all too well, Sabina." He managed to speak to her in a low whisper so that only she can hear him.

"You know me in more ways than just one." Peter spoke those words while rubbing his hand over her thigh underneath the table, sending a very noticeable wink her way. "If I was a changed man, would your feelings towards me be different or the same as they are now?" He questioned towards her then rose his head up towards the entrance of Emmanuelle. Upon her entrance, it gave Peter a little bit of time to reminisce and sort of reflection of a time where him and the Baroness, Sabina, were very, very close with one another and even had multiple intimate encounters. There were even times when they would meet in a nearby tavern just to see each other. Sabina could've been Peter's wife and much more now but at the time, she was more of a plaything for him and not marriage material but now, his feelings towards her have changed.

It was Emmanuelle's wave that brought him back to reality as he smiled towards her then turned his attention back towards Sabina with a slight sigh. "I have no clear intentions of running our kingdoms into the ground, Sabina. I have nothing but hopes that Crispin will be King and Emmanuelle will stand firmly beside him and become his Queen. I mean, look at them." His attention went over towards the Prince and Princess now then back towards Sabina. "They have an unbreakable bond and love. Not even I can come between that. No one can." Peter said as he picked up his fork and knife now and went to eat the delicious food before him.

Peter sighed as he chewed and could not help but start to reflect on what his life would be like if he did indeed marry Sabina many, many moons ago. But would he admit to her out loud? In this moment, not now as she has different feelings about him than she did before but Peter really only had himself to blame for that though.

"How are you enjoying the food, Baroness Sabina?" Peter asked towards her, which was genuine and honorable but of course, he could feel that she wasn't going to take it as such.


[System]
The Wrath of God

"In Hell's darkness, I will be His light.
 In doubt's bitterness, I will keep His Word.
 In War's rage, I will master its craft.
 In just retribution, I will give no quarter.
 In Armageddon's fire, I will have no fear.
 In death's embrace, I will have no remorse."
Nickname: Aquilina (personal nickname)
Age: Null
Race: Angel
Rank: Exoucia (Second Sphere, Third Order)

Personality:
Compared to the judicial, rational inquisition of Zaphiel, or the just righteousness of Achilles, Aquilina could be described as arbitrary, remorseless and (dare one say it to her directly) heartless. Often called on by Heaven to be the final arbitrator of God's wrath, Aquilina's bitterness from the millennia of conflict between Heaven and Hell has been hardened to the point where – while she will not pursue 'minor' sins – an 'in-betweener' who hurts or kills another, or otherwise enables the armies of Hell by their actions, will often be summarily executed. Thus, this Exoucia has a poor reputation as being a bit of a 'blunt instrument' when nuance would otherwise be needed – a 'fanatic', at worst.

If there was a beating heart of emotion or humanity beneath her breastplate, only man's Father in Heaven would know now ...

Biography:
The heaven-shattering fall of Lucifer, the once-Morning Star, and a third of Heaven's host was the crucible that forged Aquilina. Raised from the lowest choirs, Aquilina's new purpose from the LORD was not to grant authority to others over nations, or to record and retain knowledge, but to become the form that GOD's holy and righteous wrath would be embodied. To act where coercion, calls for repentance and the then-infant Zaphiel's Inquisition could not. To - if need be - charge into the depths of Hell and tear it apart.

Restrained by the LORD's mercy for humanity, the crucifixion and resurrection of the LORD's Son and the passing of years as GOD's Word spread across the world, Aquilina remained in the boundaries of Heaven, liaisoning and training with like-minded angels for the day when the final clash would be unleashed. The constant stream of information regarding her fallen brethrens' machinations with GOD's children, as well as the few moments where she had to go to Earth to enact the LORD's judgement, only hardened her heart further.

Now, with the final reckoning upon the world and with Lucifer and his lieutenants rampaging across the world, Aquilina's time has now come. The remorseful sinner will be brought back to GOD's mercy by those more knowable and able in this aspect. Aquilina, however, will show none...

Notable Skills:

Angel-At-Arms
While it is not normal for an exoucia to become directly involved in the fight against Hell - many instead acting as delegates of power and authority to those on Earth - Aquilina had dedicated herself to the cause to the point where, thus far, she is one of the few exceptions to the normal delegation of roles among the Choirs. She is expected to know combat maneuvering, swordsmanship and unarmed combat at a minimum, but has also taken on training in how to handle a lance (the latter has since supplanted the sword as her primary armament).

Daemonology
While this skill would imply that she is skilled in the nuances and summoning abilities of daemons, Aquilina cannot - and will not - willingly bring forth a minion of Hell. Instead, this skill represents the insight taught and ingrained in her of most of the spawn of Hell and how best to counteract them, whether it'd be a minor fallen angel, a Deadly Sin or one of Lucifer's lieutenants.

Knowledge of the Scriptures and Gospels
Of all the weapons and defenses in the 'arsenal' of those angels and mortals called to fight against Hell, none is as sharp as the LORD's own Word. As Christ embodied the Word and rebuked demons and Lucifer alike with the Word, so those angels who are called to war must rely on the Word to rebuke the enemy.

When tempted or attacked by the Enemy through words or concepts, Aquilina can rebuke the foe by drawing on the Scripture, often unbalancing or staying the foe from 'getting into her head'. However, this is not something that can be used flippantly – Aquilina must be as precise as possible with her recall of the Word, or the enemy will now have a new avenue of attack (her erring scriptural knowledge).

Abilities:

Angelic Physiology, Angelic Constitution (see Zaphiel)

Mortal Guise
Aquilina's true form is not known to mortal eyes and were she to appear to a man without a guise, the individual in question might die out of shock. Thus Aquilina adopts the form of an armoured human woman (winged while in flight or seeking to intimidate) in order to assure that accidental deaths are avoided and to be capable of interacting with the world - at least, until the hexes and bullets start flying.

"Deus Lo Vult"
Like her fellow angels, Aquilina has some command of ability from Heaven that can be utilised on the mortal plane. While not as powerful as, say a Seraph, and weaker in some miracles then others, Aquilina can pull off some feats that can only be described as miraculous to mortal eyes:

Angelic Flight
Just like it says on the tin. Aquilina is able to fly from points A to B, even down to within a second (if enough power is drawn on and she knows where she needs to go).

Blinding Flare
Drawn from the light that shines from Heaven, Aquilina can summon a flash of light that can clear away darkness or fog, and blind or even scorch her foes in a limited area. Cannot inflict fatal harm.

Visage of Heaven
Projecting the inner righteousness and power of her physical form and authority, Aquilina suddenly takes on a far more terrifying appearance to demons and sinful in-betweeners alike.

Hands of the Righteous
Even while divested of armaments, an angel can still be dangerous. Grappling with her foe's head, Aquilina can attempt to purge the possessed and demonic, exorcising demons and casting them back into Hell with a quickly-muttered rite. As a general rule, the more powerful the demon, the longer the time required and consequent lower chances of success.

Malleus Daemonicum
Should all other options fail, Aquilina will drawn on all her energy for one final, pure blow, whether it'd be in the form of lunging forward to plunge her sword into the heart of a Greater Demon, or slamming her lance into the ground and cause a shockwave. Whatever the form of this final act of defiance may take, the results are usually spectacular and - consequently - fatiguing, verging on near-fatal, for Aquilina.

Equipment:
Full plate/chainmail armour and cloak, holy lance, sword belt with "hand-and-a-half" longsword and scabbard.

[User]
Gretchen Vradiskii Ufain
Downtown, Capitol City

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Her initial fighting spirit deflated by how cheerful the witch seemed to be, Gretchen sighed.

"Middle schooler, little lady, I have a name you know." She pulled out a wad of paper talismans stacked together, trying to see if she had brought enough. "Name's Gretchen Vradiskii Ufain. So the culprit is that ominous looking cloud in the middle of downtown huh? I got it, you can leave now. And I'm not a middle schooler! I'm already old enough to drink!"

She knew it was a futile gesture to even say that, seeing as the witch didn't seem intent on leaving her alone anytime soon, but at least she could say she tried. An event this large wouldn't go unnoticed; she wouldn't be surprised if some of those stuffy old organizations would suddenly come out of obscurity to fight off these demons and help seal them. Certainly seemed to have drawn a witch and a shrine maiden out.

Aiming carefully, she threw a two paper talismans into the fog, with nothing happening for a few seconds before the barrier activated, clearing another stretch of the road as she made her way deeper into downtown. It didn't matter if she had to purify every block of the city, she'd go up there and beat down whoever that was making this mess.

[Assistant]
Downtown, Capitol City

Balthazar only noticed the demon fog he himself had created AFTER his euphoric state of bliss had passed."Interesting" he spoke to himself while looking down at the city below. Mocking no one in particular, he apologized, "Pardon me, I didn't mean to cause such a scene." He then bellowed out three loud bursts of laughter. "HA HA HA!"

The dark lord was pleased as he surveyed the field. His minions were causing massive amounts of destruction all across the city. More angels were entering the fray. Some magical humans were putting in a valiant effort as well. And the battle against the eggs? Well that sure was a strange sight. His platoon squashed egg after egg, only for them to be revived by the fog as well and continue fighting. It was an endless cycle that was quite amusing, comical even. Once the novelty of it wore off though, he turned his sights elsewhere.

His next words were amplified through demonic magic, so that everyone in the city could here, but the message itself was clearly intended for the army of angels that was obviously planning their counter attack off in the distance. "Oh no. It seems I have accidentally crop dusted the entire city and made the air quite repulsive to the pristine noses of angels! Is that why you are so far away? I'm so embarrassed! Hahaha! Or is it... that you are afraid? HAHAHA! It could be both I suppose... I tell you what! I'll remove the fog if you will come and play! How does that sound!?"

True to his word, the fog began to recede away from the edges of the city. But of course, there was a catch; things are never that simple. Before half of the fog lifted into the sky, the other half of it poured directly into the nostrils of every demon in his army. (He of course made sure to pull the stuff out of the Bad Eggs as well, leaving them no more powerful than they were to start with.) This produced maddening results. His minor demons rampaged across the city with powers they had never before dreamed of having. The middle tier demons held on to their sanity, if only just, and set their eyes on more challenging prospects. The top tier demons reveled in their ever increasing powers, but they stayed waiting close to heart of Downtown, upon their master's telepathic orders.

Balthazar watched in great interest, wondering if he had been too aggressive in his actions. Would his newly empowered army destroy the opposition too early?


[System]
Alias: cold one

Species: Theiren, the people of ice and mountains (they don't look it but ice people normally live to be 170 ,are way stronger than the average human, Theiren body's also have a rapid healing system. have a really good sense of smell and hearing, they also have a captivating smell like cold sweet flowers.)

Appearance:

Body type: a busty slim muscular build

Height: 5.10

Personality: courageous, lively, curious, protective,
flirtatious.

Sexuality: lesbian

Weight: 112. pounds without armor

Bio: will be discovered in rp.

Rank: guardian, this is basically a little higher rank than a knight for the ice people.

Alignment: neutral

Age: In Theiren she is 19. To the average human she was 25 but doesn't look it. She looks and acts like her Theiren age.

Items: spaced heavy armor from the picture (it is light to her do to her strength), a hiking stick, a black thin cloak with a hood that she wears when she's not in combat, and a sack of gold coins, and a canteen of oil water that seems to mever runout.

Skills: hand to hand combat she knows and uses Systema, she is skilled at sharp wepons, she knows and uses both Kenjutsu and Iaijutsu sword fighting teqniqes, Sharp and quick shooting, and magic.

Abilities: amazing sense of smell and herring, flexibility, dexterity, speed, athletics, gymnastics, running, strength, her skin is cold to the touch but her body seems to radiate off heat, she never gets hot she is always cold but cold doesn't bother her. She moves at crazy speeds, and has a crazy amount of strength. She can pinpoint your location using her hearing and smell. Thinks that would be heavy to any normal person are quite light to her EX: 100pds for a normal person il like 17pds to her. Since she is a Theiren her body rapidly reguvinates and heals her.

Magic: she has the ability to control and make ice with the with her right fist in the palm of her left hand. This power allows her to make pillars, wepons, surfaces like small bridges or stairs, and allows her to make new body parts of ice. This power is not the strongest ice power but it's strong enough. She aquired this power when she became a guardian of ice.

Weapons: she carries a traditional ice guardian bow with an enchanted quiver that gives her never ending arrows.

 And she carries a cursed great sword that is roughly the size of her body. It is cursed because it is the only sword she can use, if she tries to use another sword it will burn her hands. The up side is it's as light as a dagger, is razor sharp, and never breaks. but to everyone else it's extremely heavy and dull.

[User]
The sun was just above the horizon when the door stemming from the main chamber to the throne room in Stradonia opened. A young man, with his pale skin and light clothing looked to each of his guards before giving a very stiff walk towards the throne itself. Sitting down, he looked around for a moment. All was silent before her finally let out a sigh and sat up a bit.
"Where is mekkah?" He spoke in a rather dull voice.
As soon as he spoke, the guards seemed to tense a bit, clearly worried for their sake. After a few while one of the guards, a small blue cape on him as he knelt. Kanaan waved his hand and shook his head at the man, and he stood. The knight then spoke.
"Mehhak decided to venture into the city, sir. I think that she may be at the tavern again"

Cheers from inside the tavern where heard as a small woman spun and lept from table to table. She was smiling and dancing and held a large mug of honey ale. Tossing a sack to the bartender she was given cheers as she shouted. "Another round for everyone!" and lept to a new table, sitting with the person on the booth.
"Well, hello there, how're you liking the display?"

[Assistant]
Lyn looked at Mekkah frostily, her ice blue eyes seemingly drilling into her very soul.
"I've seen better," she said, turning back to the drink in her hand, taking another gulp.
She'd heard rumours about several shady individuals in this city, and had come along to check them out. So far, she had found nothing.

[User]
Mekkah was instantly defeated mentally by those eyes. The emperor happened to have some similar to that and he always stared her down when he was mad. But that changed when she heard the other girl's words and stood up instantly, a cheerful grin on her face and a wink.
"Well then, I suppose I've just have to do better!" She gloated, spinning up into the air, only to spread like a starfish, holding a large red ribbon as she stopped. She twirled it around her as she danced, stopped on to swing backwords and gulp down her drink, and to occasionally fill it with more alcohol.

[Assistant]
As Visel walked into town and down the road she thought to herself "this looks like a good town to stop and settledown in for a few days" then she spotted an inn where she heard people yelling and she assumed were having a good time. As she walled closer the yelling got louder, she opened the door to the inn and sat down at the bar "the strongest stuff you got and a room" she sed as she threw a couple of coins on the bar table.

The bar tender came back with a brown square bottle with black contents that read 'oil water' and poured her a shot glass "what are you doing?" She sed to the bar tender "I ordered a whole glass not a tinny one" then the bartender spoke back "but this is not meant to be drunken by the glass mam" he'd sed with awe in his voice. "Just poor what I ordered" she sed.

The bartender poorer a whole glass of the black liquor. Then she grabbed the glass and downed the bitter black liquor and asked for another glass After she stood up and leaned on the bar to have a look at everyone. Especially the one dancing on the tables.