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Age: 24
Gender: Male
Description or Image:
Alias/Nick Name: Bob, The Jersey Devil
Background & Reason for Joining: Jacob was just like any other young rich kid who thought they were ten feet tall and bullet proof. Where actions didn't involve consequences, and the whole city was simply a playground. He and his friends would take to the streets daily to skate, or bike, or in Jacob's case, Run all over the city. There were no places safe from Jacob and his friends, and if there was a place they were not supposed to go, they found a way in. They never Stole anything, or hurt anyone, they were simply obnoxious and annoying, and didn't understand the concept of trespassing.

Then one day, a new building was constructed. A big fancy lab of some sort, and it didn't take long for the friends to break in to have a look around. They were creating weapons and things that looked super high tech, but not uniformed like it would be for a military. Jacob was trying on a nifty set of clawed gloves, and spring like boots, and turned to his friends saying, "I'm Catman" when all hell broke loose.

This place didn't play by the rules. There was no, "Freeze.", "You're Under Arrest." Nothin. Two of his friends were shot down in front of him, and none of them made it out that he knows of. Jacob made it out doing what he did best. Running and jumping, and with the gloves and boots, there was nothing to slow him down.

He had hoped to go home and report to his rich dad about what he had found, but when he got there, he found the people from the lab already there. His family, and everything he knew was dead. He quickly withdrew all the money he had access to, and left behind the name of Jacob Richman. Running to Hero City he fell into deep depression and spent most of his nights drinking and practicing his parkour throughout the city with a mask to hide his identity. It was on one of these nightly excursions that he noticed a new building being built. A new lab. Rage replaced depression, and he decided he should do something about it. He stumbled across an odd blog while trying to get a clue as to where he should even start, and figured it was as good a places as any. Champs huh?

Personality: On his good days, Bob is an overly friendly socialite, especially if he's too drunk or distracted to remember his past at the time. He truly seems like a guy with no care in the world, and will give out money and gifts to anyone he meets. He was that guy all the time once, but now, there is a seriousness, and haunting glint behind his eyes, and a bitterness towards the world under his tongue. He can still come across as cocky though.

Powers & Weaknesses:
Parkour Expert, very efficient with other X-Game equipment but specializes in the Parkour.
Jump boots: the boots read the pressure and force of the wearer, then channels extra force back down, causing a bounce effect. The more pressure applied, the more let off, while also buffering the impact from the wearer, allowing them to land on their feet without shattering their legs.
Claws: retractable claw inside gloves that are reinforced with the same insulation as the boots to accommodate impact. While considerable weapons, The Jersey Devil uses them to help him climb, and steer his running.
Mask: and old gas mask modified to have headphones, and protect his eyes and lungs from smoke.

weaknesses:
-slight obsession with revenge against the labs.
-tendency to take too big of risks.
-Still being hunted by the labs for their stolen tech.

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That was his que, it seemed. With one final breath, Bob kicked off the top of the shaft, bursting through the vent into the VIP room. He tried to keep a mind on where everyone was, but he was not used to working in tight spaces. So a lot of what happened came across more like someone chunking a super ball in an elevator.

Swinging out of the shaft, he would aim both feet at the Facades back, hoping to slam him down, while pushing back off him into a backflip and using his hand springs to shove him feet first at one of the goons with a gun. He wanted to take those out quickly. The spring off that goon, or the wall behind him, was meant to drive him palms first into the big bad guy himself. His trajectories planned, he tried to keep the case with the dust in sight, hoping his bouncing around would bring him close enough to snag it or kick it out of reach. He went from Jersey Devil, to Cat man, to Racket Ball in a single evening. A new record.

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Slimy. It was the only word Link could think to describe the tactile resonance of his middle finger at the moment. He hurriedly wiped it dry on his jeans before taking in the sight of the aggressively approaching Muscle Squad.

Weapons, he thought as he analyzed their bludgeoning instruments from a distance. His hands curled into fists once more, all except for his middle fingers which quickly grew in size, weight and thickness becoming comparable in proportion to the clubs welded by the bouncers.

While he wanted nothing more than to fearlessly stare down his pursuers as they approached, he forced himself to break his gaze and look toward Talia, if only to assess her situation in that moment. She seemed aware of the imminent danger.

"Maybe we both dance this time," he loudly suggested with a crooked grin before turning back to the bouncers. "The thing is, I only know how to dance one way: Swing Dancing." His grin grew wider as he lifted his finger-bats in the air. "...cuz I'm about to swing these things..." he continued, the confidence quickly vanishing from his voice. "...at their faces. It's sort of a double entandr- you know what, forget it. Let's fuck these guys up!"

[User] Talia indeed noticed the danger that her partner, Link was in... seizing the moment of the brief disruption he had now afforded her, she leaped lithely to land next to the bag she had also shrugged to the floor with her jacket before her dance, and quickly pulled out the ribbons from within, though no one would think they were any sort of weapon. She considered for a moment that her pathway to the VIP area where Bob was, now was clear but she could and would never leave a teammate to deal with danger alone when she knew about it. Deciding this was the better course of action for a new heroine in training, she danced her way towards the bouncers, ribbons whipping in snake-like fashion around and above her as she twirled them ever faster and faster. She unleashed them, once near enough to the two bouncers, to coil expertly and neatly around the baton and tonfa and to slip them instantly from their tight grips. She will have done this so quickly and with such a flow of energies and movement that they would not notice her and then she will return to sliding back amongst the crowd, continuing her beautiful and graceful dance once more as though nothing had happened.

[Assistant]
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So Far, So Good.

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@myinneroblivion @ShadowsofNight

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Manny did his best to check on the vitals of the fallen bouncer...but he was a college drop-out not a medical expert! He poked and prodded the prone form of the seemingly dead man and the lack of reaction raised his anxiety each passing second. He'd just told his companions that he strictly followed a no kill rule earlier this day. He seemed like a hypocrite now. He can already imagine the disappointment! His mother and father were right, he was not hero material!

Just as the dread set in, the bouncer finally began breathing. Unconscious, without a doubt, but still breathing. "Oh my God. Thank you Jesus." The moment of relief was cut short by the sound of conflict from the open roof access. He surmised that the others had gotten into position and were already launching the attack. He'd nod his head to pump himself up and looked to the ventilation shaft Bob entered the nightclub with and was ready to jump headlong into the darkness. Unfortunately a rather large spider made itself known and forced the hero to use the more direct approach of the roof access.

Bob's surprise attack was successful, Bucur, Façade, and the goons were caught unaware as the blur of a man slammed into them like a human-sized pin ball. Façade's seat was crushed underneath the force and combined weight of the two, leaving the shapeshifting villain to writhe on the floor in pain while cradling his sides. The goon with the gun clutched his crotch as the Jersey Devil's amplified kick ensured that even his great grand children could have felt the kick. Bucur however was another matter, after getting a face full of augmented palm strikes, the large man simply spat out a tooth and grabbed the Jersey Devil by the left forearm. "My turn." Bucur then threw the hero clean across the room, over the drugged out party goers, and into the door leading to the stairs to the roof access. "Another wannabe hero trying to make a name for himself by trying to take big bad me down." Bucur paused as one of his available goons offered him a handkerchief to wipe away the blood dripping from his mouth. "Well. You should haven't gone alone little man."

"Who said he was alone!" A voice answered back as the door Bob crashed into was pulled open by none other than the Grey Gadgeteer himself. As brave as he sounded, Bob could see that the sight of so many enemies caused Manny's knees to tremble.

Down in the dance floor...

The chaos in the VIP area was largely ignored by the blaring electronic music and the dancing bodies of the club goers. Just as the bouncers got close enough to Link and Talia's location, a ribbon from the crowd snagged the weapons out of the hands of the bouncers. Confused they look around for the source of the ribbons but the crowd of dancing people and the swiftness of the disarming caused them to quickly give up and going towards Link; unarmed but undeterred. They approach Link and prepare to tussle with the man and his engorged fingers. The first bouncer throws a straight at Link while the second goes for a grapple. Link only had time to dodge one or the other...unless, that is, if Talia did something to intercept one of the attacks but also risking getting caught up in the melee.

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Talia had kept her keen eyesight on Link and his predicament even though she had gone back to twirling and dancing, doing her best to keep up the distraction for as long as possible. But now, her teammate was still being stalked by the two men and if she didn't do something and fast, he might end up getting attacked! She danced and twirled her way quickly back within striking distance and struck out again with both of her ribbons, this time allowing the metal-tipped ends to coil around both wrists of the man that was aiming a punch straight at Link.

The bouncer would feel the silken, cool touch of the ribbons at first but then it would instantly become confusing pain as he becomes aware of something slicing their way through the tendons at the top parts of both wrists. Talia had carefully selected and aimed at her target area, avoiding the risk of accidentally cutting through any major arteries that would cause someone to bleed out if the flow was not staunched. She was not to kill, only... deter... Possibly maim... Using the Chi energy and momentum fueling her moves, she pulled back hard with the ribbons still wound tightly into the bouncer's arms, planning for him to be yanked away from Link but still able to land at a distance from her. If all went according to plan, she'd "call" err... guide her ribbons to release the target and return to her, prepared for the next strike.

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The Jersey Devil looked up at the Gadgeteer with his big blank goggle eyes, that covered up the surprised look in the human face below. *He's more tough and strong than human. He's a super. I'd start out of reach if you can.* Bob's voice would mumble through the communicator to Manny. Without needing to look, Bob reaches down to his bag and taps the skip button on his music player. Faintly, in the background of the communicator, 'Shut me Up' by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play as Bob speaks to the group. "This is the dream, Boys... and ma'am. These are some bad men, and we're the good guys. Lets show em we're tired of their shit in our city."

Kicking his legs up over him in a roll, his plants his feet on the stairs the Grey Gadgeteer just came off of, and kicked off of it as hard as he could. With the full recoil off his boots would shoot him back into the room like a cannon ball. This time, however, he was aiming for the briefcase. As soon as his claws latched onto it, he would smack the floor with his other hand, changing his trajectory to a higher wall where he would imbed his claws in order to stick to the wall. Keeping his feet under him, prepared to kick off in a different direction if attacked, he clipped the briefcase to one of the carabineers on his suit.


[System]
Age: 16

Appearance: Image, description, or both:

Attire:
Usually wears jeans, tight v-neck short sleeve shirts and low Adidas shoes. Often can be seen wearing a varsity jacket of Brewster High.

Grade:
14/15- Freshman
15/16: Sophomore
16/17: Junior
17/18: Senior
Schedule:
1st: Contemporary US studies
2nd: Algebra II
Homeroom
3rd: Chemistry
4th: Art
Lunch
5th: Gym
6th: Spanish
7th: English
8th: Varsity Football
Bio:
Bradley is a local brought up in a home of two loving parents and an older brother. His mother Melissa works as a nurse at the local health clinic. His father Sean, a local football legend during his high school days who's career was cut short after a back injury, now owns a small hardware store. His abruptly ended career and bitterness that followed made him push Bradley to his limits which put a significant strain on the boy. Brad, unlike his older brother Michael, had shown some of his father's talent did not go to waste which made his old man push him even further, aiming to send his son to the NFL - a personal goal of his from the old days. However, his father's obsession with athleticism rubbed off too strongly on his son who believed it is the only thing he should focus on, making him almost completely disregard his education, averaging at C- in his Sophomore year. His brother, although a douche like his younger sibling, is currently attending college in South Carolina.

Bradley's fanatical love for sports and a head injury here and there made him somewhat of a meat head, although he's not a complete imbecile. Though he may not be very interested in schooling he's very familiar with partying, underage drinking and smashing mailboxes while intoxicated. His friends describe him as the kind of guy that is the soul of every party - a loud, funny, sometimes obnoxiously drunk and rude, yet stupidly charming (usually with ulterior and non-chivalrous motives) young man. His best friends are two jocks he grew up with, Matthew Reed and Tyler Burke.

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As the sunlight protruded through the curtains and crawled up to Brad's bed, the young man was still sound asleep. He partied the night before in total disregard for the first day of school, celebrating the last day of summer with his best friends. The room was fuggy and reeking of alcohol. The smelly socks and sweaty t-shirts lying around the room and a half eaten pizza from last week didn't help either.

Surely enough, he even forgot to set the alarm. Luckily, his mother knows her Brad's bad habits and decided to wake him up personally. The stumping of her feet as she climbed the stairs to Brad's room jerked the boy out of sleep as a reaction to an uneasy feeling whenever he hears someone coming over. He didn't quite get up, though, he waited with his bleary eyes for his mother to enter the room and tell him to get up instead, as if the extra few seconds actually matter.
The doors shrieked open as a woman in her mid forties entered it with caution and to her surprise almost immediately covered her nose with her hand to tone down the stench: "Christ, Brad. Get up. You'll be late for school."
"I'm up, ma."- said the boy from under the cover in slow-motion, almost as if he was sedated.
"Now."- the irritated mother responded as she turned around to leave before diverting her head back again in disgust: "And for God's sake, clean up a bit".

It took him about 10 minutes rolling in bed before finally creeping out and slowly making his way to the closet to pick out something to wear, before going for a shower. The cold water in a warm summer morning felt like a good idea. In fact, it felt so good it took him another twenty minutes just to get out and dry off before dressing. As he made his way down the stairs to get something to eat, he found his parents sitting and drinking coffee by the dinner table, his father reading newspapers while his mother cleaning up after the two in a rush.

"Oh shoot, can I have some cereal?"- he asked politely, realizing he's late for breakfast.
"I told you to get down like half an hour ago."- his mother snapped back in annoyance -"If you want to eat something make it yourself. I'm late for work, and I suggest you hurry up because your school starts in less than twenty minutes".
At this point Brad glanced over the clock that was hanging off the wall in their dining room, realizing he's in a bad spot "Ohhh crap crap crap!", he repeated as he rushed over to the cupboards to take out the cereals and then stepped over by the fridge to take out the milk. He quickly poured the two in a bowl while continuously looking back at the clock. This chaotic behavior was observed by his father who was calmly slurping his last drops of coffee: "You might wanna pack some books while you're at it".
Young man instantly squirted the milk back into the bowl to his father's disgust as he suddenly understood he forgot to pack his backpack. He quickly spilled the bowl in the sink and rushed back up to his room to get his things ready. Okay, okay. Calm down. It's your school, bro. What could happen? You're never late. Classes are just early. -he encouraged himself as he rushed back down with the backpack hanging off from his right shoulder and stormed through the front door while casually raising his right arm to say bye to his dad.

As he got out he checked his wrist watch that now said he had only 10 minutes left to get to class. Alright. No problem. I just gotta drive a bit faster. I can totally pull this off. -he thought as he sat down in his '68 Camaro and took off in a rush.

[Assistant]
Briar was dying. She was sure of it.

That could be the only explanation to what felt like a power drill making several hundred holes in her skull while her brain was being trampled upon by a herd of elephants. She attempted to open her eyes, which took a lot more effort than she'd remembered, and immediately found that an extremely bright light kept her from being successful in her endeavor. Was she in heaven? That couldn't be. She was pretty sure if there was an afterlife, she already had a throne set up for her in hell.

"Hey," a booming voice pierced her eardrums next, "wake up. Your sister is here."

Oh. She was definitely in hell. Briar groaned, which only proved to make her headache worse, but she forced her eyes open. She stretched her limbs and allowed her eyes to focus on the room again, thankful that the light had been turned off. As the burning of her eyelids lessened, memories from the night prior began to rise up to the forefront of her mind again.

"You were pretty smashed last night, bro."

Briar waved her hand dismissively at Hans, a heavily-muscled brute that Briar discovered really had a heart of gold. He'd been her right-hand man since she entered high school. Briar turned to the bedside table and grabbed the glass of water set there. After she took it along with some advil, she extended her hand for Hans to help her up. The 'last-day-of-vacation' party the night before had been particularly wild, and Briar understood why. Most of the people there were seniors, and they hadn't seemed prepared to handle a world outside of their high school kingdom.

"You're going to be late."

Briar shrugged as she entered Hans' bathroom. "Don't really care," she replied, which got her a light-hearted chuckle from Hans.

Briar showered and got her things ready, which didn't really take more than half an hour. She donned her usual attire - a band shirt and ripped jeans paired with her converse - and put on a pair of sunglasses. She walked out of Hans' apartment, with the man handing her a stick of cigarette on her way out, and entered her sister's car, ignoring Aster's stern glare. She rolled down the window and lit the cigarette, much to Aster's dismay, and watched as the scenery passed them by.

The car soon came to a halt outside the high school's gate. "Make this year different, Briar," Aster pleaded with her.

Briar scoffed and took a final drag of her cigarette as she got out. "Gotcha, Herr Fuhrer." She added a salute to that before turning on her heel and walking away from her sister. She flicked the cigarette in the direction of a random freshman, and made her way inside. She looked for her locker, knowing that with the administration's hate for her, it'd probably be placed near the bathrooms or the AV club room. To her surprise, her locker was placed along with the other juniors' lockers and she grinned. She stepped beside another junior - Isabella or whatever, Briar didn't really remember. She seemed to be having a bit of trouble opening up her locker, and the noise was making Briar's headache act up again. "Here," she offered, not waiting for a reply before she hit the edge of Isabella's locker with her fist. When she saw that it opened, she moved to open her locker with ease.

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A siren echoed through the whole house, louder and louder. Wyatt slowly opened his eyes, "Silver" he said quietly. A another voice spoke, but it wasn't that of a humans, it sounded more like a robot... "Yes Master?" it said. Wyatt sat up on his bed, "Alarm off, please" and just like that the siren stopped. Wyatt got up and sluggishly walked to the shower, "Shall I have breakfast ready master? Toast?" it asked. "Thank you silver, whatever will be nice." Once Wyatt was out of the shower he put on his Grey hoodie, black jeans and skater shoes. "Have fun at school, master" was all that could be heard as Wyatt left his house. He looked around the neighbourhood and his face never changed, bored. He put on his ipod and headphones and proceeded to walk to school.

Wyatt knew the layout of this school like no one else. He knew the ways to get to where he wanted without any human contact. Wyatt headed straight for his first class, Contemporary US Studies.

[Assistant]
(For your enjoyment, play "Jet - Are you gonna be my girl" while reading)

Loud screams of tires and the smell of burnt rubber was spreading through the town as Brad didn't hold back on the gas pedal trying to get to school in time. The sound of "Are you gonna be my girl" was bursting out from his radio as was evident to everyone in the school yard before he even got there. The smoke from the exhaust pipe of his old Camaro rising above the school's fence alerted everyone that Hot Menace is back, baby! -as he noted to himself.

He made a sharp turn while still in gear and entered the school parking lot where there were still kids hanging out and going towards the school. I don't even know why I doubted myself. Self five. -he thought as he came to understand he made it just in time. He got out of his well kept old-timer and took his bag from the back seat before heading towards the school entrance. As he made his way people he passed by gave him casual stares, almost as if they were disappointed he was back. But he took it as a welcoming committee and let out his signature loud whistling noise- "WOOO!" -as he slammed the front door behind him.

He had a relaxing walk towards his locker while hand-clasping a few buddies and saying hello to some girls along the way with only two minutes left before the class started while everyone around him was in haste. He left the excess books in the locker and proceeded to his first class - Contemporary US studies.

[User] Merle walked to her locker, head down ignoring everything around her. She fumbled with her locker but managed to open the stupid thing. Merle hoped with all her might that there weren't any of her 8th grade classmates in her class. They hated Merle. The had bullied Merle almost all of last year and Merle did not feel like repeating that hell. Merle grabbed her books and headed to her first class. Merle's first class was world history. Fabulous. history first thing in the morning. Nothing exciting just history, in a class filled with already tired students.

[Assistant]
Jake walked into the school. He was given his schedule early, and found out that he had Contemporary US Studies, one of his honor classes. If Jake wasn't a musician at heart, he would be a history teacher. He found his way to the class, being a minute late.

"Hey there! I'm guessing you're Jake?" A man in his late 20s said this.

"Yeah. Sorry about being late, it won't happen again." He said this and sat down.

"It's ok, haha. I know you just moved here." The man laughed a bit as he said that. "Nice shirt, by the way." The man pulled up a PowerPoint, and explained the class.

"My name, if you haven't had me, is Mr. Weber..."


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

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Miraculously, Sklog had managed to shift his way out from dust and debris, all the while staying out of Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict. But the Dinobot didn't appear to be doing so hot as he slugged towards Prism and Turbulence, his large mechanical legs slowing and locking up on key movements. Turbulence was becoming sure Blackarachnia's venomous retaliation was taking its course on Sklog, causing his basic servo functions to seize up; whatever the effect was, it sure wasn't good for big Decepticon.

Prism had then leaped in to action, rushing over to Sklog's side and helped him over to the elevator shaft. Sklog's pace had picked up but there was no telling if the ever present battle raging, which had now gone strangely quiet - minus Nightscream's antagonizing lullaby, would war in their direction. For the moment at least, Blackarachnia was no where to be found, whether that was a good or a bad thing was something Turbulence would rather not learn.

With Prism calling out to him about escaping, the Autobot hurried to the shaft and look up, trying to see how far the cabin and risen. While the elevator had not gone far, it was practically wedged-in a few floors above and completely inoperable from this end. Suffice to say, it was clear their only means of escape was to descend further into the complex. Wonderful.

"Yeah I do; you may not like so much though." Turbulence replied, "At least we'll get off of this floor."

Turning back to the two, Turbulence jumped toward them and converted himself into his gunship mode. While Nightscream had advised him to take it easy with his vehicle mode's repaired motor and Turbulence was one to, on most occasions, follow the advice of medics, the situation demanded him to take to the air now. Through his transformation process, his rotor blades immediately deployed and tore into the air, picking up his withdrawn aerial body.

"All aboard!" said Turbulence, releasing a set of magnetizing handle grips at the tips of his small wings for Prism and Sklog and hold on to. His only hope of course was the two's combined weight was not way over he earlier estimates. As they got situated, Tubulence took note of his vehicle mode's method of propulsion scattering the dust behind them, revealing the once concealed portions of the floor. Whether this would have helped or hindered either of the combatants, Turbulence deployed his arsenal in anticipation to an attack against the three.

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For a war-bot, Prism was surprisingly long winded in a fight and gifted in stating the obvious as Nightscream observed. She supposed though that on the holy trinity of armor-firepower-intelligence, it made sense to prioritize the other two. Wordlessly the seeker approached the twitching form of Blackarachnia, keeping track of her mouth not to fall to the poison like Sklog did. "What am I going to do with you?" the engineer asked herself, humming in thought.

The arachnobot was mad, of that she had no doubt. She didn't know whether she caused or if it was the side effect of whatever happened to her in space, and if she was the cause if it was the fault of the sampling she did on her new tissues or the effect of a stasis on the non-standard chassis. Whatever. She could wonder about it later. Right now she needed her neutralized. Both of her null rays were still minutes from recharging, and even the organic would recover in that time.

"I could lobotomize you." she tilted her head to the side, "There would be noone home, just silence." But you would have to feed her and ugh... too much bother. In the end, Nightscream chose to immobilize her until she can weld up some detention room for her. Her blades deploying, she made a quick stab at Blackarachnia's limbs, holding each in place to stop the twitching. With surgical precision she turned the she-spider into a harmless thing - she knew her pet would heal over time, she already healed form much worse.

Grabbing the limp body by the back so it wouldn't spit in her face, she started dragging them to the elevator which she called back down. Taking a look at Sklog, she frowned. "I analyzed the poison before. Her self-healing nanites were changed by it to attack others. It's up to his build - if his defense and repair protocols are sturdy, he should start recovering within minutes." she frowned. What if he didn't? Well, there was always the prototype. She doubted it could hurt the Dinobot too much, assuming she got the spark extractor working. "If everyone is done searching for nightmare fuel?"

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Sklog hadn't dealt with a whole lot of purposefully harmful toxins in his life time but he had dealt with a lot of processor affecting agents that were used to turn him into a lean mean killing machine. "Sklog no... good at fighting... insides! Sklog's insides weak." he said in a panicked tone as he barely walked along with the help of the other two bots. It was a good thing that Prism and Turbulence were there to help Sklog along because without them he would defiantly be falling over by this point. As they got closer to the elevator shaft Turbulence turned into his flying alt-mode to which Sklog eagerly clung to in the hopes of at least having his hand servos lock into place once he grabbed on so he wouldn't fall off. The Dinobot managed to turn his head to see the sad form of Blackarachina, Sklog became saddened as well in thinking about his failure. He was literally made for war but he was barely able to keep Blackarachnia, one of the bots that his brethren were based off of, off of Prism and some deception scientist managed to take her out. Sklog felt useless but he also felt anger due to this, he wanted to be the strongest and best there was on this barren planet.

Sklog needed to be better.

[Assistant]
Prism let out a panicked grunt, worried for the life of the dinobot over her shoulders. Sklog wasn't putting her mind at ease, and neither was Nightscream with her explanation of how the poison worked through his body. If nightscream's entrance into the sublevel was of any indication, the shaft was probable inoperable at the moment.

"Hold him up, I want to check something." Prism told Turbulence, snaking out from underneath Sklog to inspect the elevator shaft. It was just as she thought. With a dark chuckle, she looked to the three other bots as she pulled something out of a hidden compartment in her back. "So. Back down to the operating room? Or is there something in one of the higher sub-levels that can fix this?"

"Either way... I always wanted to blow up a decepticon base..."

[User]
"TOUCH MY STUFF AND DIE!" Nightscream exclaimed, the exasperation obvious in her tone but then again, the limp and leaking form of Blackarachnia she dragged by the collar behind her and the facelessness of her snapped visor were an image that spelled that she could most likely deliver on the threat if she wanted to.

Having a look at the smoked elevator shaft, she growled. More repairs to be done. Momentarily she just wanted to toss Blackarachnia down the shaft and listen to her bouncing off of the walls and then crunch once she hit the bottom, but alas that would undermine the effort she put into her. "Turbulence, no." she said firmly when she saw the autobot in his alt mode. Pulling up the appropriate files, she displayed a way to the evacuation stairwell.

"Grab sklog and get him down. Least I can do is stick him on life support, that should give him a boost. There's not much else that can be done, not in time. Then we're going to weld some bars over one of the rooms and deposit this thing inside, and then I am locking all levels you don't need to be at because you children jsut don'T know when to stop poking your servos into things that are better left sealed. Do I need to remind you that there was a war on and that Megatron wasn't particularly keen on his weapons bringing swift and merciful death? If you get yourself infected with some plague you'll find Primus knows where, you're on your own." the seeker said simply before turning on her heel and heading for the stairs.

Once she was down, she dragged the crippled spiderbot to an unused room and went to prepare the lab to admit the dinobot. She shut down her comm suite, not in any mood to answer questions that were bound to be on the autobots' mind. There would be time for those when they found some spare fuel and in general weren't in the danger of dying within days.

[Assistant]
Nearly read to take off with Sklog in tow, Nightscream had reappeared from the dust cloud, dragging Blackarachnia's limb chassis along with her. It appeared the Decepticon medic had won her bout easily and appeared less unhappy than Turbulence had been anticipating, especially when this mess was caused by Prism's and Sklog's curiosity and defiance. In fact, Nightscream was more focused on the Dinobot's condition, explaining Blackarachnia's venom was laced with nanites that were altered to be more aggressive than their original intention. Turbulence half understood most of what came out of Nightscream's mouth but acknowledged it wasn't good as it already sounded.

As Sklog clutched on to Turbulence's air frame, Prism investigated the inoperable elevator shaft before withdrawing something that appeared to be a bomb of some sorts, soon complimenting Prism's desire to demolish a segment of the facility. The blatant counter threat by Nightscream was a clear protest, arming the medic with the need to take over the situation herself. Turbulence grumbled when Nightscream declined the Autobot's original method of ferrying the ground restricted Cybertronians, prompting him to revert back to his true form helping Sklog up from under the Dinobot's armored shoulder once it was made known that a stairwell beside the shaft's construction.

It wasn't long until Nightscream began her well-anticipated rant about closing off sections they didn't need to access. Turbulence gave an unamusing stare toward Prism in response, narrowing his optic ports behind the visor covering his face as a silent reminder of why they were in this situation in the first place. Just as he turned to see Nightscream dragging the limb Blackarachnia down the steps, his gaze returned to Prism once more.

"Mind giving me a hand so the big doesn't have to move as much?"


[System]
Alias: Lieutenant, Lieutenant Chistrov, Security Chief
Homeworld: Vulcan
Race: Vulcan
Age: 35
Rank: Lieutenant
Area of Expertise: Security

Description

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Height: 1.8m (5ft 11in
Weight: 89.35kg (197lbs)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Close-cropped, regulation length.
Tattoos/scars: None

Personality

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* Negotiator - As the Security Chief, Chistrov is focused on the ship's security. As a Vulcan, he believes the best way to ensure the ship stays safe is to not fight at all.
* Stickler for Rules - As Security, Chistrov is in charge of watching for contraband items, rules violations, and the like. He runs a 'tight ship' so to speak, being very strict on the rules.
* Emotionless - He is an avid follower of Vulcan philosophy, and as such focuses hard on being as emotionless and logical as possible.

History

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Born on the planet Vulcan, Chistrov was initially raised to be a Vulcan Ambassador. He was taught the Vulcan philosophy, how to communicate with new species and initiate first contact, and how to negotiate between hostile parties. However, as he grew older, he became fascinated with Starfleet, greatly intrigued with the aspects of deep space exploration and long-distance journeys. When he came of age, he chose to join Starfleet instead of becoming the ambassador we was intended to be. While in preliminary training, he grew interested in the aspects of ship security, ensuring the safety of the ship and its crew through both hostility and peace. He would graduate in the top 10% of his class, and go on to act as a full security officer, eventually gaining the position of security chief aboard the USS Tricyion

LIGHTGREEN, I CHOOSE YOU!

Abilities

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Strengths
* Melee and Unarmed Combat
* Ranged Combat
* Negotiating

Weaknesses
* Sciences
* Engineering
* Breaking Rules or Regulations.

[User]
STARDATE 9969.39

The Shipyard floating in orbit around the Earth. It is a lot bigger than it looks once you are inside of it. The crowds of Starfleet personnel, wandering inside. Several ships can be seen, being put together by engineers and builders. In the middle of the work area, sits the USS Tricyion, the newest ship of the fleet. A Nova class vessel that was built to be a scouting ship, also with facilities for science experiments and such, it was the first of its kind. There were onlookers, watching the ship, some of them looked excited, most likely since they were to be part of its maiden voyage. Others were standing around, waiting to be allowed on board. The ship could only sustain a small crew, less than one hundred people, so there were not many who were waiting. You heard rumors that the captain was still young, and that this was her first command. Several rumors circulated about other members of the crew, but none quite like the age of the captain. Soon, a voice came over the intercom in the Shipyard, and it was directed towards the small crew of the ship.

"All personnel of the USS Tricyion, you are now permitted to board the ship." it said, and several people started walking over and forming a line to board the ship.

Once on board, a young woman who is wearing a Captain's uniform walks over to greet the newcomers, shaking their hands and introducing herself. "Hello, I am Captain Tetra McCoy, welcome aboard. I am asking that all crew members meet me in the mess at 1600. I hope to become better acquainted with everyone on board then." she said with a smile, and moved along to the next newcomer.

The ship being small, only having 8 decks, it is easy to find where your quarters are.

Captain/Commander: Deck 1
Lieutenant Commanders/Lieutenants: Deck 2
Lieutenant Junior Grade/Ensigns: Deck 4

Once you find your room, you glance at the clock. It is only 1400 right now, giving you two hours to get used to your surroundings before the Captain asked everyone to be in the mess.

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Captain Tetra McCoy

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Location: Bridge

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After half an hour of welcoming crew members onto the ship, Tetra leaves to go up onto the Bridge. She already knew her way around the ship, having been there supervising it when they were putting the finishing touches on it. The bridge was near her own quarters, but she passed them by and went over and sat in the chair in the middle of the bridge. The Captain's Chair, she started looking at a small screen that was attached to the arm of the chair. It was a screen for short distance communications, and she noticed an incoming message coming from Starfleet. She accepts the call and sees the face of someone she does not recognize. From his uniform though, she can tell that he is an admiral. She hasn't been a Captain for very long, so she knows there might be a few high ranking officers she does not know.

"Good afternoon Admiral," she says, looking into the man's face.

"Good Afternoon Captain, are all the members of your crew on board by now?"

"Yes sir, all 77 are on board and probably exploring the ship a little by now. At 1600 I plan on getting to know them a little better down in the mess".

"Alright, the last of the work on the ship is getting close to done. We estimate that you should be able to pull out at 1800 tonight."

She smiled, her excitement nearly got out of hand, but Tetra managed to remain calm when talking to him. "Alright, I'll let the crew know. Goodbye then sir, I need to start reading up on a few of the ship's mechanics, I'm not even close to halfway through everything that the Shipyard folks gave me. I'll talk to you again right before we pull out".

He gave her a nod, and the comn went black. She got up from her chair after looking around the bridge once more. She left the bridge and went into her quarters, and instead of reading the engineering things the people at the yard gave her, she started reading one of her books about tactics. Engineering was always a little too boring for me.

[Assistant]
T'Plior
Location: Her Quarters, Sick Bay

If T'Plior had been human, she would have sighed in relief once she reached her quarters on Deck 2. She had of course arrived by the specified time, which meant that she had arrived early for humans and was patiently waiting in silence for the ship to allow on personnel while overhearing the inane small-talk of her fellow crewmembers. Once the crew was allowed on board, T'Plior had to heighten her mental shields as she was forced into the crowd then had them heightened to full max to shake the Captain's hand when she offered it. But she was vulcan, which meant that she immediately went to work unpacking while relaxing the barriers that allowed her as a touch-telepathic to handle the emotional states of so many at once. After she had finished unpacking, T'Plior adjusted the environmental controls to be more like her homeworld's.

Then she checked the clock. The Captain had commanded everyone to be at the mess by 1600 hours. There was some time left before hand. Logically, it would be spent preparing Sick Bay for active use. Therefore, T'Plior set up her mental shields then set out towards sick bay. Once there, she checked inventory and found everything was there as it was suppose to be. Then she checked the operating status of the equipment and found nothing amiss. Finally, T'Plior sat down in her office and drew up the crew medical files. She scheduled the required first check-up, starting with the captain then the senior officers. Then started reading through and memorizing all the records so that she was conversent in the probable medical needs of the her future paitents.


[System]
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: 5'8", weighing 155 lbs.

Speciality: Medic

Appearance: Upon first glances, Meris looks like your average human. She has short brown hair, gray eyes and a slightly brownish skin-tone, with a more athletic build with more muscle around her legs and arms. This is where the similarities end and her status as a abhuman are more open - her ears, are on the top of her head that are pointed and covered in a brown fur.

Her body is similar to an average human, albeit more covered in fur along the chest, arms and leg area. Her irises are instead slits although they are less visible than expected - only visible when they are stared into, with the addition of also possessing canines.

Her bones are hollow, compared to regular humans - making her more quicker on her feet yet also making her bones more weaker than that of a human. They also possess claws upon their hands and feet, albeit most of them hide it under boots and gloves - utilizing them only in case of being attacked in close-quarters.

Uniform: Meris wears the the Cadian Standard Flak Armor, painted over in a black pattern - signaling her belonging to an abhuman strain and an completely abhuman regiment - in addition to a Cadian Standard helmet, that has two slits upon the top for hearing. She also wears gloves most of the time as did most of her regiment.

Armament: Accatran Pattern Mark II Laspistol, Imperial Medi-Mercy Kit, Standard Guard Kit (laspack, cleaning equipment, Primer, food and meat-heavy food)

Personality/Demeanour: Meris is a rather down-to-earth woman, she isn't as fanatical or zealous as some other Regiments or IGs nor is she suicidal in the face of overwhelming odds. She does her job to the best of her abilities - while trying to keep herself and her team alive. She is rather open and friendly when asked - although she won't initiate contact herself, since her status as an abhuman has kept her mostly related to and in contact with only her own species - and the occasional Commisar or General who visits them.

Like most Felinids, she is practical minded. Making use of what is available for maximum effect - be it scavenging on the field for better equipment, being more indepentant than your average guardsmen and bending the orders, in order to shorten loss of life and/or equipement.

Greatest Ambition: Able to serve and live, to the end of her service and retire back to her homeworld. Or an equally nice and/or more safe planet.

Greatest Hatred: Being called a mutant and compared to some mindless beasts or chaos spawn.

Skills: Meris has been trained as a regular Imperial Guard medic - what she can save, who she can save and when she can save anybody - in addition to the regular Imperial Guard training. As a Felinid, she is also able to walk quadrupedial or on all her four limbs - this enables her to easily move on the battlefield, often times hugging the ground yet moving at the average pace of a guardsman.

Her body is more flexible than an average guardsman, in addition as a Felinid her greatest asset is that, she is able to see more easily in low-light or in darkness.

History:

Meris Fixun had been born into the 'middle class' hiver household - they weren't poor nor were they very wealthy. Both of her parents had a degree in medicine, as such she was learning to be a doctor at a young age already. However, the yearly tithe came along - and consricpts were drawn for their ward, this year around. She was one of the 'lucky' ones, whom got pushed through IG training - scoring at an average, yet her skill in medicine was utilized and she was trained as a battlefield medic.

She and her unit had been the 33rd Nightstalker Regiment - as their name intended, they were specialized in fighting in nighttime operations. However against orks this skillset was severly crippled - there were too many orks to able do engage them, destroying ork supply lines didn't hurt their war-campaign much and ork bases were usually dangerous or more dangerous than fighting them on the battlefield.

Meris had been lucky to participate as a medic, since there were alot of wounded during the fighting - and against orks heavy casualties to all regiments was a distinct normality. As thus, most of her time was spent crawling in the dirt - and pulling wounded men and women, away from the fighting. Meris got separated from her unit during the fighting in the City - being stuck with a Guardsman from another Regiment, whom had sustained heavy injuries. Most of her shooting being done from the window against any orks trying to flank her way. She had ended up with around twelve wounded Guardsmen in her little station, most from other groups by the time, the order to assemble had been given.

Even before the charge on the Capitol, their regiment had been already at half-strength - due to their abhuman status, they were more than once on the receiving end of obstructive commanders whom refused to share supplies or support with their unit. It was into their half-year when their call for fire support was delayed intentionally - and when it finally came, the majority impacted their own position. While the Artillery Commander in-charge of their mis-fire had been executed by a Commisar, the damage had been done already and the 33rd was depleted heavily. After the Capitol charge only a few dozen remained of her unit.

Her Regiment and herself had hailed from the planet of Carlos McConnel or planet CMC, in some circles Their planet' original name had been lost during the Age of Strife - later having been found by a Rouge Trader and the Administratum simply naming the planet, after the man. In addition to their weird planet name, their homeworld itself was slightly different from the rest. It had a weaker magnetic field yet was able to sustain life in a complex cycle - most fauna and flora hid or shielded themselves during the day and foraged/grew during the night.

Most of the humans during that time, lived in a single large Hive City - with several super-large factories constructed during the colonization of the planet. However, when the Age of Strife happened, the planet itself collapsed into civil unrest and anarchy - since most of the resources were brought in, from the outside. The Hive City itself was destroyed and collapsed during that bloody war, alongside the planet' only spaceport - with the remaining survivors retreating into the wilderness. Mostly settling around or inside the mega-factories. Attempts to restart the facilities failed, due to the lack of fuel and resources - however the early-Felinids were able to scavenge blueprints and materials, to survive during the first years. The facilities themselves were built in such a way, that they could resist the bombardment of their sun without compromising their interior - enabling them to sustain life inside them.

Eventually, life settled into such a cycle - the survivors hunting/working during the night and resting during the day - this led to their ability to see in the darkness. They hunted mostly game on the planet, since the flora was too toxic to eat. They grew more fur on their bodies, to combat the coldness during the nights. Their ears migrated to their heads, later on - since despite their ability to construct armor and weaponry, some predators still remained dangerous even with modern weaponry. These beasts having evolved to be almost invisible to the human eye.

When the planet was rediscovered and brought back into the Imperium - there wasn't much hatred nor like. The human settlers had evolved into the Felinids of the current time - they remained human in morals and belief yet abhuman almost beast-like in body.

The Administratum recorded around three sub-species of Felinids during that time - those that appeared human with some beastlike characteristics, those that appeared like humanoid felins and those in the far mountains that had de-evolved into horrid beasts. The first two sub-species could be tolerated and put to use, while the third sub-species was mostly exterminated.

The Felinids during that time were organized into Nightstalker regiments - since they proved to be effective in nighttime operations or planets with a long night cycle. They were few regiments then, since their abhuman strain was only constricted to their planet.

The Felinids didn't have much conflict with the Imperium, since they were mostly divided and spread out into many groups. After the Imperium restored their destroyed Hive City did the settlements reconnect - the mega-facilities were restored and turned towards constructing arms for the new IG Regiment, a few being salvaged to repair others with old knowledge recovered by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

With the rise of the Ecclesiarchy and decay of the Imperium - their Regiments shrank in size, with only the more human sub-species accepted into the Imperial Guard ranks. And even then, they are mostly used as simply soldiers due to their abhuman status.

Miscellaneous: In addition to being a medic, she has often times been sent to scavenge for equipment on the field - since she has a knack for being able to move silently and lowly.

[User]
The burly man had taken to his new gear well; it may not be as protective as his old stuff but it did not leave giant red marks from where it was too tight; and he could actually move in it. He spent most of his time reading the pages of the Uplifting Primer that he could not before, be it because of bulletholes in the editions he found or too much dirt. After he finished he pressed his hands together and sighed. If he was the bugger that wrote the rules he would write them differently. But he was not, so he simply grumbled a little before putting the book away.

Afterwards he took to inspecting his new haevy-stubber. It looked like the same model he had before, except not as... dented, bent, and rusted. In truth he found it in that condition, and was not the one to make it so. He caressed the new weapon, and laughed a little maniacally. Now he didn't have a reason to apologize to the under-human that snatched his previous weapon, the silly beast. He spinned the barrels a few times and gasped with delight; it would shoot even faster! Faster shooting meant more enemies of man-kind slain, a simple equation.

After sitting down happily he nodded to himself. His judgements before were right. These people around him were given such a wondrous opportunity to serve their Holy God, and they grudged it? They thought that they were somehow accursed? "Pathetic wretches all of them." he muttered, taking off his armour and other gear. Once he had everything off of him but his clothes (only for decency's sake) he tied it together on his weapon to form a great big bundle. Once he had it ready, he lay down, with a grunt picked it up, and started his regimen of excercise to maintain his strength all for Him. "A broad mind lacks focus." he grunted, with the first lift. A coward always seeks compromise. Grunt. A coward's only reward is to live in fear another day. Grunt. A fine mind is a blessing of the Emperor - It should not be cluttered with trivialities. Grunt. only when he was through with the thousands of thoughts of the day he knew, he dropped the weapon to his side, breathing in and out. Quickly washing himself he smartened up and loitered around the place where the next day they would stand to attention, and then depart for their warzone. As he stood he muttered all of the thoughts of the day he had forgotten and made a mental note to give himself a lashing for each one, along with a specific punishment to make him remember.

[Assistant]
Ninke had not been expecting to be told she had... demolished a play-ball? The Felinid who had now introduced herself to be one Corporal Meris Fixun, a rather upset felinid apparently, seemed to be convinced Ninnke had destroyed something of hers and now deserved an apology. She had been respectful, no doubt due to Ninke's newly appointed rank, but she could feel the anger and frustration radiating off of the felinid from her eyes which looked like they wanted to stab Ninke. She gulped a bit and tried to think back through last night. She didn't remember smashing a ball... in fact the only thing she remembered 'destroying' was that ork head, she had crushed it with her cybernetic leg... come to think of it that head had seemed more round than most others Ninke had seen and had alot of extra metal...

She was only more confused when another guarsdman joined the group, insisting it was probably a good idea to apologize. She seemed confused by the situation, not certain how she as an officer was supposed to... deal with this. Was it insubordination? Should she be mad? Should she punish someone?

Ninke's eyes widened in realization that the skull may have been turned into some kind of... macabre sort of ball. She looked quickly to the felinid, here eyes regretful, "I-I ehm so sorry Corporal! I... I vhas... not right at thee time. I did not mean to destroy your ehm... toy.", she gave a smile of apology as others joined the group. One of which was... a beastman. Ninke could not help but cringe away from the beastly man, taking a step back, "uh-ehm... h-hello... trooper., she managed to respond, clearly... at least unsettled by his appearance. "[/color=palevioletrred] v-vhat ees your name... beastman?[/color]", she stammered out.

(@Rultaos@Bright_Ops@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx)


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Thief

Personality: Lazy and mischievous. As a thief Urik often finds himself in a myriad of situations directly related to his swindling nature. Because of this he's learned to spend most of his time relaxing to make up for the numerous high intensity run-for-your-life situations he seems to regularly find himself in.

History: Born an orphan in the city of Carnheim in Isa Lomita, Urik grew up on the streets learning how to talk tough and run quickly. With time his inability to provide for himself turned his nimble fingers to thievery, an art at which he currently excels.

While in the marketplace one day his dastardly attempts at economic gain fell upon a noble of some high status and although he was successful in lifting the man's coinpurse his escape attempt did not fare so well. Thrown into the town's prison he was left to rot for a week before his former mark returned to offer him a second chance.

Impressed with his thieving skills the noble offered Urik a chance to use his talents in a different manner, namely, in the service of the Isa Lomitanite government serving as a spy and general information gatherer. More than happy for a chance to escape his previously dull life aspirations Urik immediately accepted and was inducted as a Lomitanite spy.

Weapons: Iron Sword (Fluff = Two Iron Daggers)

Weapon Rank E

Skills:
Lock Picker - Thieves can unlock any door even without a lockpick (Passive)
Long Runner - Thieves can run as far as a horse not as fast but as far. (Passive)

Miscellaneous: Wears a headband given to him by a fellow thief before their untimely demise. Also wears a necklace depicting a manakete which is of minor religious significance to him. Worships the departed manaketes as minor deities.

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[User]
Dragon Horn Valley - The ancient mountain range of Yumira on the eastern most outskirts of Yumira's boarder, within its treacherous mountains is one of four nation, the Democracy of Asala. It is the leading capital of ancient knowledge and modern advancement, with cities filled of knowledge seekers and magic users far and wide to look at the multitude of Manakete ruins and Relics of a history lost when the Manakete vanished in large numbers only leaving very little behind with only the barest amount of journals and Relics of Man's and Chimera's saviors of ages past.

But in recent times, the ages of peace is to be broken as seemingly shadows themselves are feared to consume the world without the power of the Manakete to defend them from the monsters. But hope is not so easily crushed, for am army is at the beckon and call of Asala to be the first defenders of the upcoming darkness.

And this small army is gathered at the most recently discovered Manakete ruin, which is called the Ruins of Naga, named after an ancient golden Manakete of ages past, long before even the Golden age. This was the ruins that first spotting of the moving shadows and glowing eyes beyond the trees. But this place is to be the first barricade of Yumira against the Demons of old. It has to. For all of Yumira's fate depends on stopping the Demons before they destroy the world.

It is up to the United Army Of Yumira. An army composed of people from all over Yumira and of all races, no matter what ones background is, anyone can be accepted, for the world needs any protector it needs in it's time of need.

And this how the War of Shadows started.

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Atop the battlements are a pair of women, a dark skinned Human and a fair Chimera, both are the ones who created the United Army Of Yumira, Comannder Alicia of Bas Kanara the leader of the human troops and Lady Wynne, Leader of the Quartzite nation and co-comannder of the United Army, leading the Chimera soldiers. The atmosphere over the Ruins were tense to put it lightly. Even as high up the two women were they could see movements beyond the walls and a few glimpses of glowing eyes, one could only imagine how thr troops were like at the base camp where most of the army was position, with shadows moving around them only a few dozen feet away from them.

The two women argued for hours on their next course of actions. It was a luxury they could afford in these troubled time. Wynne argued for swift action to take place and wipe out the demons before they attack the base camp, but Alicia argued that they should fortify the ruins and play defensively when the demons finally do their attack.

The arguing could be within the ruins itself where a small number of units are ready to defend the ruins if the base camp gets attacked. The two women were at a stalemate, they needed a vote on what should be chosen, but the both of them were to into their heated argument to think of that possibility.

The choice has to be made soon. The shadows won't wait forever.

[Assistant] Seth had been on edge since arriving at the Ruins as he'd joined the Army. This nation was pretty important, and Seth learned about history some, at least enough to know about the Golden Age and the destruction of Manakete. This is definitely the test Seth needs for his skills as a swordsman. Always having a hand on his sword, Seth spends most of his time in the training fields, keeping his reaction time up and practicing his unsheathing attack, with it being his slowest attack. He's hardly spoken since arriving and doesn't plan to speak unless he needs to.

[User]
Saya had never been this high up before. It was a little nerve wracking, but also exciting at the same time. The ruins were both eerie and beautiful at the same time. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to be here or not, but your land's ruler asked you to join a joint army, you did. There weren't many Dancers here, so Saya had been assigned to the small force inside the ruins. If something did attack and the ruins did need defending, the troops would need all the moral they could get. Everyone was so quiet. There were a few conversations here and there, but most were listening to the argument going on above.

Saya's hand went to the sword at her waist. She really stood out like a sore thumb up here. Everyone was dressed in some sort of battle gear, whether it was armor or a uniform of some kind, then there was her. Dressed in these fancy, light, loose, garments that were meant to flow when she moved. She was dressed to entertain, not to fight. She couldn't wait to prove to these people that she really could be useful on and off the battlefield. She also couldn't wait to drink them all under the table after they won a fight. Her alcohol tolerance was unnaturally high.

The arguing got louder again and Saya looked up at the ceiling. If this was back home, she would go up there and try and put a stop to the fighting. But here, they were her leaders, and she was nothing but a soldier. What a strange transition. From the single best Dancer in Sihala, to a mere soldier. Once she commanded respect, now she would have to earn it again. This time from all these people. Saya popped up on her toes, keeping the muscles in her legs loose and ready if anything should happen. But like most here, she was hoping this small force wouldn't be needed. At least not in this place.

[Assistant]
Isacc was sitting comfortably on an armchair near his fireplace drinking some nice soothing tea trying to be as lazy as he could today. He soon began to have a small nap and wonder what was going on in the world.

Not too long after having his nap though Isacc felt something smacking him in the face and a voice yelling not to be so lazy on such a nice day. He opened his eye's to see his somewhat pushy maid Nina giving him a somewhat annoyed look.

With a Sigh of defeat Isacc got up changed, grabbed all his gear aswell as his dragonstone and decided he might aswell fly around abit since he found flying just as relaxing as napping.

With that Isacc left his home and went to an area outside the town nobody could see him and went into his dragon and flew up into the air trying to judge what way he had to go and began to head in that direction.

Isacc dived into a near by lake and swam through it to the other side then jumped out spinning around trying to look a little flashy he soon came close to his destination. He began to descend to a quiet empty area where he wouldn't be seen landed and reverted to his human form. He quickly put on his cloak something you'd see a somewhat accomplished tactician wear and walked over to what looked like a base camp.

Isacc soon regretted it though as he immediately heard and argument figured humans and chimera would have nothing better to do. He decided he may aswell try to look for the people in charge so he could ask some question about what's going on here since it looked more like people preparing for war rather then people exploring some ruins...

Isacc decided too look around... Though he quickly noticed A very cute girl wearing dancer clothing and felt an impulse to converse with her...

Putting on a somewhat happy and dopey face Isacc walked upto the girl to introduce himself hoping she wouldn't find someone who wasn't there before just popping up suspicious.

[User]
Matthew had been waiting for the two finish arguing, he'd been asked to be the tactical adviser for the generals. Of course he'd tried to find his teacher, a Grand Master would have been suited to the job yet she had vanished. He'd just finish putting together a plan to please both of them and maybe give him enough time to write in his journal and read up on the ruins.

Finally when he heard the yelling subside he entered the war room. "My lords, I have a solution to your quarrels." Stated the Tactician smiling. "We will gather up some of volunteers and elite soldiers to hunt for the creatures while the main force can fortify. Should the strike fail they can retreat to safety and if they succeed then we can move out more soldiers to continue the hunt with the enemies strength broken." Matthew smiled and gave a bow. "I have detailed troop movements, a list of all recent recruits and soldiers who have advanced skill sets, and your tea and lunch are being brought up. I need to pen a letter, send a runner if have need of me." With that the young genius turned on heel, stopping to spread and out place the lunches of the generals by his reports before swiftly leaving the room.

The young man from Lomitian smiled as he left the room. They would call for him eventually but they would wait to try and make him worry. Generals often disliked Tacticians as they were often the first to question orders. He would to, especially if they were bad orders that got men killed senselessly. Ascending one of the towers he jumped off on to one of the roofs, clambering up to the top he sat back pulling out his journal, quill, and ink. He began to write a letter to his sister, letting her know of how he'd gone from noble, to wandering sell sword, and now a adviser to a large army.

When he'd finished the letter he place everything back into his cloak. Then looked up at the sky, closing his eyes he picture the days when Mankete's flew freely over the mountains and walked these halls. He pictured how foolish and stupid humans must have looked compared to them. How far all the races had come, yet now Manakete's boarded on extinction. He wondered how strong the demons might be if they could destroy a race that powerful, what chance would they stand? Shrugging he sat up and looked out, he wondered if their was anyone worth speaking to among those who had just arrived.

[Assistant]
Although he wasn't entirely happy about it, Lonan had joined the army at his master's insistence. Thankfully, his master had joined as well; however, as a powerful sorcerer, he wasn't always there. This was one of those times. Having been left to his own devices, he had taken a book of the history of the dark arts and settled down in a corner to read. His mage robes had been altered for greater practicality, and his Flux tome sat next to him, ready to be used; all in all, despite his reading, he was probably the dark mage most ready for combat.

Turning a page, Lonan did his best to ignore the others in the army. Some were gossiping, some were arguing, some were keeping to themselves like he was, but the dark mage wanted nothing to do with them. Even if he did, he would have no clue how to go about starting a conversation. One thing he had learned was that very few people were as interested as he and his master were in the theory of dark magic. Best to keep himself separate.

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Niamh was in the army because she had been hired, plain and simple. One thing that amused her, however, was the amount of people who had heard of the Swordlady and were in awe of her. One of the downsides of this, however, was that few were bold enough to speak to her, which led to her current situation: leaning against a wall, sword sheathed, bored out of her mind. If only there was someone to challenge, someone she could test her blade against.

[User] Seth grew bored of attacking fake enemies. He needed a real challenge. Maybe a person. Noticing a bored woman with a sword, Seth sees his opportunity. He hasn't crossed blades with another person since sparring with his father. Clearing his theoat a little from his lack of talking for the past few days, Seth unsheathes his sword, points it in the direction of the lady holding the wall in place, and sinply says "Duel?"

[Assistant] A half-smile quirked one corner of Niamh's lips. "Of course." Straightening, she stepped away from the wall and drew her own blade. "Rules?"


[System]
Username: Amaterasu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan
Role: Varia Member, Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Katana (Primary), Revolver (Secondary)
Appearance:

Personality:
Due to his childhood which was devoid of anything an "average" child would have, Ren grew up to be an indifferent, distant, and cold individual who will not speak unless necessary, most of the time. He would devote himself to whatever mission he was given in a hard working manner even if he may be indifferent towards a lot of things, since his missions were always his top priority. Despite all this, what manages to get the most reaction out of him is if his real name, Rentarou, is mentioned to his face in which he will either threaten to cut or shoot you if done again. Reaction may vary depending on who says it.

History:
Being born to the status of heir to the yakuza family, Kanesada Group, Ren's life was filled with hardships ever since he was a mere young boy. His mother's passing in his early years did not make his life any less difficult, and because of her dying words, "Please grow up to be a boy your father and I will be proud of...", his only inspiration and reason for living was to please his father for the sake of his mother's dying wish.

The harsh training in the ways of the katana and gun shooting was too strenuous for the young boy to handle but failure was not easily forgiven, regardless of his age. Punishments were given in a form of verbal assaults from his father or sometimes even worse, physical punishments. Due to this, he earns a trauma of displeasing his father or his superiors, where he has a mental breakdown and other side effects depending on how severe the disappointment or punishment.

Growing up in such a harsh environment and with great pressure to inherit the yakuza family, he has abandoned any sort of sentiment, except with few exemptions like his dear mother, which made his future tasks easier. No room for guilt or conscience upon murders and sabotage of destructive families, Ren has started to finally become a young man worthy for the title of heir of Kanesada Group.

Missions after missions being done for the sake of the Kanesada Group, word of Ren, the young heir to a yakuza family, has begun to circulate among the Vongola family, one of the Kanesada Group's alliance in Japan, as one of the hopeful candidate of becoming a mafioso. The word traveled through gossips and casual conversations among mafioso until it reached the ear of the Varia member recruitment scout.

Ren's father, pleased by hearing that his son could be of an asset to Varia, the assassination squad for the influential and powerful Vongola family, had given his approval of having his son under the wing of Varia to earn further experience before inheriting the Kanesada Group. Ren, being obedient to the orders of his father, agreed to become a part of Varia with no objections and thus started his life as a mafioso.

Other
Hobbies: Checking and maintaining of his weapons, target shooting, sword to sword sparring, reading books for knowledge gaining, shogi (Japanese form of chess) for strategic skill improvement, shodo (Japanese calligraphy), and feeding street cats.

Likes: Peaceful environment, old fashioned Japanese things like shogi, shodo, kimono and such, and cats.

Dislikes: Being called "Rentarou", father/superiors being displeased with his performance, unable to accomplish his given task/s, people being persistent or nagging about his behavior/personality especially if people point out his jiji (old geezer) like character and taste.

[User]
He blinked listening to Sam's words "You win this round magic man" He then did the whole I'm watching you thing. As he sat down he wondered where everyone else was "Hey Sam were we the only ones hyped for this?". Before Sam could respond Naoki rudly asked "Hey,your in with me on taking down Asuka right?. Because I tried to speak to the baby and I got floored, someone will hopefully join me now where do you stand?" he said leaning forward as if it was pier pressure

Naoki wasn't sure what his feelings were after everything that happened in the past 48hrs. He tried to look confident but really his feelings were still mixed. He could get up now and run but that wouldn't be him, he would stand his ground and just wait for what's going to happen, happen. Anyway he needed a new project.

"Also mind if I have some tea? If you have any left?..."

[Assistant]
Samael | Namimori Middle Rooftop

"Maybe, maybe not, I simply have nothing else to do today", he responded, taking another sip of his tea before splitting a piece of cake with his fork.

"Also I tend to stand where no one will attack me, but I do wish you good luck on your endeavours", he continued to just enjoy his tea and cake as he spoke. To be honest he didn't quite care what squabble they were getting into or voluntarily perpetuating. It was going to be a long wait, but there were large amounts of cake and tea here, biscuits too, and waffles, and a bunch of Japanese sweets such as mochi were available.

"And yes, help yourself to some tea, there is plenty left", he answered, motioning over to the tea pot, accompanied with a box of tea bags, and a boiler too. There certainly was enough for a whole day.

[User]
The morning was quiet as Luca sat at the kitchen table, pushing his half eaten breakfast around his plate. He had been thinking about last night, how Asuka and Hideaki were doing, and just what he was gonna about his place in this Vongola business since the break of dawn. So far he had just gone around and around in his thoughts with no answer in sight. He was suddenly startled back to the table when Felicita, Luca's mother, placed a cup of juice in front of him. "Feeling okay, Lu~? You haven't said a word this morning." She inquired, feeling his forehead for any sign of fever. Luca looked at his mother and forced a smile. "I-I'm fine...just a little tired after last night's...excitement..." Lying to his parents was something he rarely did and he never considered himself particularly good at it but for now he had to. How could he tell his parents that he was the apparent successor to a huge mafia organization? Knowing his mother she'd probably march over to the school and demand that Shi never come near him again. Luca truthfully didn't know who he was more scared for in tat scenario. Dad...he was the very last person Luca would ever want to know.

"Really? You and Yuki didn't get carried away did you~?" Why did it seem everyone, including his own parents, insisted on teasing him about these things. Regardless, Luca barely reddened at all. "No, it was just a fun night...for the most part. I think I had a little to much to eat last night so I'm not very hungry." Luca slid the plate away from him and left the table, heading back up to his room. Felicita watched he son somber off and sighed. He was not the greatest liar.

Half an hour later the doorbell rang and Luca's mother left her sweet stash to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a young man wearing a suit. The teen introduced himself and she reacted slightly to the name. "An acquaintance? Isn't it a bit of a hot day to be wearing a suit~?" Felicita gave Ren a wry smile before stepping to the side and inviting him in. "Well, maybe my son could use a friendly face. He doesn't seem himself this morning." She offered to bring up some drinks and directed him to Luca's room.

Luca sat at his piano staring at a partially pilled piece of sheet music. His fingers danced across the keys as he remembered the notes by heart. He was completely absorbed into the moment until he reached where the sheet music cut off. For a short while he continued, the improvised notes blending perfectly with what was already there but then he started to slow and the notes became sloppy and unfitting. Luca's hands hovered over the keys as one started to clench out of frustration. If there was ever a clear tell that Luca was upset or had a lot on his mind it was when he had trouble playing. Just then he heard a knock at his door.

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Sitting on the open windowsill in Asuka's room was a relaxed Fon as he took a deep breath of the morning air. Despite the chaos of the evening's gathering it had been quite the relaxing night. For him at least. The infant monk ha been worried about how his current host was going to react but to his pleasure she showed no signs of distress. In fact she seemed happier than he and Shi observed her to be at the festival. The rest of their night was quite fun and calm. "Hm?" Fon opened his eyes to his monkey climbing up into the window and onto his head. "You seem to have had your own adventure last night~" He said at it curled up and fell asleep.

It seemed like it would be fairly quiet until the meeting tonight. At least he thought it would. Fon looked down to see the archery captain arriving and fully equipped with a bow. The boy was a difficult one to read but Fon was hardly a newborn. "He's a curious one." Asuka came in offering breakfast and Fon turned to her with a smile. "Thank you. I'm sure you and our other guest have many questions and Ill be glad to answer them~" He said referring to Hideaki as the doorbell rang.

[Assistant] Asuka blinked when she saw there was apparently a small monkey now with Fon. It was strange. That was for sure, but so far there wasn't anything about this baby that was normal. So she could worry about that later. "First, I... Wait... Guest?" She asked before hearing the doorbell. Who would be visiting her at this time? She moved to the window and looked down. No... No! Why was he... Oh god who cared... He probably had questions to. "You can come in, but try anything funny and I'll break your jaw!" She threatened before she grabbed her house key and tossed it down. The small plush fox key chain would make it easy to catch. "Hurry up! I'm starting without you!" She didn't have time to go down, make more food or anything. She had questions. "Tell me about the Vongola." She then said to Fon. Still though, her anger was noticeable. How dare Hide try and move in on her time with the toddler?! There was something of an ominous aura around her. She wasn't happy about the new guest or the turn things might take.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Goblin Ren Hunting /// Noon >>>Afternoon // Day 4

Just as Ren surmised, the rabbit charged, one quick thrust from his spear was all it took to finish it. Satisfied with himself, Ren pulled his spear from the rabbit's corpse, he knew carrying all of it would be quite a burden, so he would have to process it here...

Ren was very careful to ensure that he damaged the hide as little as possible while gutting the rabbit; it would be more useful later if he did, he also made sure to break off the horn; as it made quite a reasonable weapon. While he was cleaning the rabbit, Ren realized that the part of the rabbit could be made into a simple pouch. Carefully removing the parts he needed, Ren laid out his new pouch-to-be in the sun to dry before continuing his work. After he finished cleaning the hide, Ren finally feasted on his kill. Finally out of edible meat, Ren got up with a sigh, and began preparations to return to the cave. Donning the hide to cover his loins, and filling his new 'backpack' with all the bones he could fit, he grabbed his weapons and began to head off.

Suddenly, a sickening *CRUNCH* echoed through the trees. "Could that be the other goblins? Are they in trouble?" Ren thought anxiously, sprinting towards the source of the noise.

EXP: 4

Inventory: Wooden Spear, Horn, Rabbit hide loincloth, assorted rabbit bones, rabbit 'backpack',

Acquired Skills:
Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Goblin Luz

@Jangel13@Guy0fV4lor

The second Luz heard the sound of that loud crunch, She smiled in delight as time begins to slow down for just a second before she land. She then slammed to the ground, rolled to the side and quickly got back up as quick as she could before looking at the rabbit to make sure Gird didn't miss and saw the wounded rabbit. Though Gird target wasn't killed instantly, it practically now on Duvelna's doorstep waiting for the underworld to claim it into its ranks. She then smiled proudly at Gird before giving him a thumbs up and a smile before looking in the direction...or rather where it was at before the two made their move.

It was now gone, it fleed with its tail between its legs cause it lacks the fighting spirit the alpha's had, what a shame; but then again it didn't surprise her, she knew this would happen. Now that battle over Luz then bend down, and close her prey's eyes and said "Requiescat in pace" Now that the battle's over Luz then looked at Gird, smiled, and replied: "Thank you and you too. You know i don't think that most goblins back in that cave would have gone through it such a daring move, so i'm glad to have you by my side." She told him at least that what her guts were telling her for some reason.

Luz then watched him as he skinned his rabbit, tore out its heart and begin drinking it bleed and now that she thought of it. She was thirsty too. "Can you hold on for a minute let me try that, i promise it will not take long." She told him before she took one of the rabbit's horns she collected and used it to punch a hole in the rabbit so she can dig inside its body and rip out its dead heart. She then raised it heart above her and begin pouring it blood into her mouth and made a weird face as she moved it to the back of her throat and shallowed. "Wow, that salty." She remarks before getting ready to go. "Okay i'm ready to g-" She then heard the sound of branches rustling in the distance. She then froze in place before taking a combat stance as something rushes at them. "Something coming." She said to him, ready to face whatever threat emerges.