[System]
Race: Ghoul, formerly Mexican

Age: 236, 29 at the time of the Great War

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 200 lb

Appearance: For the most part Sophie's appearance is typical with ghouls, her skin is pretty variable in the number of layers it has attached, and she's missing a few notable facial features, as well as her hair. Sophie was fairly overweight compared to most people before the bombs, and the difference is more obvious in the wasteland. The inconvenience isn't debilitating, but it does give Sophie a soft and pudgy appearance that would seem non-threatening if she wasn't also a zombie. From some nearby stores Sophie put together an outfit she thought would fit the new world she found herself in, which mostly seems to constitute khaki vest and shorts that make her look like some explorer. She has a wide-brimmed hat to match which hides her sudden loss of hair, and some sunglasses, partly so she has a frame she can use if she ever finds lenses for her near-sightedness.

Equipment: Sophie has a shopping cart with a duffel bag full of mostly-readable books and a set of tools from the school, useful for tinkering with robots or computers.

Weapons: A 9mm handgun. Sophie thinks it's empty, but it actually has one bullet left in the gun itself.

Specializations: Before the great war Sophie was skilled at programming and robotic engineering, and though reading has expanded her knowledge she is also as rusty as possible. She has a college-level knowledge of physics and math and a high school-level knowledge of chemistry and biology. Sophie has a general knowledge of the layout of Memphis and some surrounding cities from before the war, though they've changed drastically. Sophie has some mild skill in repairing simple items like clothing or her shopping cart from fixing up the school, but weapons and unique post-war items elude her.

Other: Sophie has more knowledge of pre-war skills and culture (including literature) than post-war, almost all of it useless. But if they ever find a working car, Sophie would be able to drive it. Sophie is not only ignored by feral ghouls, but her time with them has given her a decent familiarity with their psychology, not that there's much to figure out.

Negative Attributes: Sophie has almost no knowledge of the state or culture of the post-war wasteland, without human contact her personal skills have atrophied, and she's less athletic and even less combat-trained than most others in the wasteland. Though she has a certain sense of self-preservation, Sophie is reckless with her own artificiality extended life and has a certain disregard for post-war society, she doesn't consider it fully "real", or legitimate. Additionally Sophie is near-sighted and has yet to find any helpful lenses, much less one that matches her prescription. Anything further than a few yards from her becomes blurry. Sophie's survival skills are nil. Sophie was shot in the left shoulder recently and currently finds it painful if she moves it suddenly.

Biography: Sophie was born in Tennessee, but got her PHD in Robotics Engineering (as well as a graduate degree in programming) in Massachusetts. She made headway working for a larger corporation, but was invited back to Tennessee for the promise of starting a company with some colleagues that wanted to use the Memphis commercial hub as a base for producing cheaper robotics and software. That business failed quickly, unable to compete with larger companies and collapsed due to in-fighting, and Sophie moved to Somerville and put her PHD to work teaching in high school. It was during her career there that the bombs dropped.

The high school had a bunker, but with Vault-Tec's monopoly on the necessary safeguards, the shelter was unable to keep out radiation. Everyone hiding within became a ghoul, and everyone except for Sophie went feral. Food reserves meant to feed over 200 students and faculty for a few years was able to feed Sophie for over 200 years, as the feral ghouls wandered around the area and fed while keeping wildlife and humans away. Sophie never had the heart to put them out of their misery, many of them still the size of students. Sophie believed herself to be the last human alive on Earth, and now that she finally had time to read her books without interruption Sophie spent 200 years reading and fixing up the school, losing track of time and her own appearance with no intact timepieces or reflective surfaces anywhere around.

One month ago Sophie received her first introduction to the world of the wasteland when a group of UAF searching for resources outside the Memphis area broke through the feral ghouls. Not realizing she looked the same as the other monsters, not being able to see they were heavily armed without intact glasses, and being possibly too excited at suddenly seeing other living humans, Sophie essentially charged at them and was mistaken for a feral at first, but fortunately she was only shot in the shoulder before the UAF realized she was a sentient ghoul. The UAF emptied out a handgun and handed it to Sophie, and then directed her to Memphis as a good place to find more humans, so she decided to check it out. From the school Sophie took her robotics tools and as many books she could fit in a duffel bag, then found a shopping cart and some new clothes from the surrounding area before heading to Memphis on highway 64.

[User]
"Easy," Andrei replied, "I'd hate to have to waste any ammo on our-" He paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word, "guest."
 Andrei kept to his cleaning, inspecting the sight line on the slide and the smoothness of the recoil spring. "Just find out what she wants, without hurting her. They're sneaky, I'll give them that, but I've been in this business far too long; I'd hoped that if I ignored them long enough they'd move on," He continued, "But now it's a problem."
 Andrei sighed, put his cleaning items away, and reassembled his Browning. He slid the magazine back into place, and racked the slide with a satisfying clack.

Andrei holstered the gun, and ran a hand through his hair. He kicked back a little on the bench, watching for any other curious souls that may be prowling about.

[Assistant]
After ducking down behind the debris it wasn't long before things started to go sideways. His energy level was down to critical levels and his luck had decided to roll him a set of snake eyes it seemed. apparently the person out by the buss had friends of some sort, and it wasn't long after he dove into cover that raiders began to rush his position. He saw a man come up towards him, the old bug eyed antenna helmet that some raiders seemed to be fond of caught his attention. Running the numbers in his head John didn't like his odds even if the man was poorly armed and armored. where there was one raider, there was always more lurking just out of sight. John upholstered his weapon and readied it at the man when a bullet whizzed over his head and smashed into the raider's armor. Just as he was about to pull the trigger as the man broke into a run he heard another gunshot. long pipe rifle by the sounds of it. John shook off the secondary processes bogging him down and just focuses on the target in front of him. Pulling the trigger once a flash of solid light erupted from the lens of his Custom WATTZ magneto, lancing straight through the armor the man was wearing and out the other side. he could see dust in the wind behind him coming from the man as bits of him atomized from the laser impacting him and rending his armor. as he pulled the trigger again he heard that janky pinging boing sound come from his pistol. the small energy cells inside the pistol had seared and misfired so to speak. he had the equivalent of a jam for energy weapons. Pulling back a slider and wrenching back an auxiliary casing John worked on "clearing the jam" as quickly as he could. but quickly wasn't fast enough.

Just before the raider could lunge at him with a bat with a cleaver welded onto the side of it, the raider went limp and fell to john's feet. John's sensors registered a logic error in this. he had not killed the man, but yet he was dead. Overriding the error John would rip out the faulty battery and shove it into his pocket quickly before looking to his belt to see if the light was green or red. luckily enough he saw a green light showing him that the battery he had been charging was full. One by one he'd remove the small energy cells with a clicking sound and insert them into his pistol's battery chamber. his middle finger flipping the firing selector from single to charge. he could still hear the sounds of weapons going off, but the time for hiding was over. someone was giving him aid and it was time to return the favor.

Looking down to his pipboy he'd arch a brow some before turning up the volume on his radio. Rising up from his place of cover and spinning around John thumbed the third yellow button once more. he could almost hear his body's power plant scream out in pain and protest as his power level plummeted down to 20%. warning lights flashed in his vision like mad as his body moved on it's own as V.A.T.S kicked in. His head turned and his arms raised it's weapon to the woman waving her arms at him. everything just slowed down as V.A.T.S took control.

Target... Human. Alignment Unknown.
Weapon.... Error... insufficient power to complete scan.
Chance to hit...
Head: 45
torso: 70
Left Arm: 55
Right Arm: 55
Left Leg: 55
Right Leg: 55
Target not hostile. movements showing inquisitive nature. Civilian noncombatant identified. Target confirmed, invalid target... switching targets.

His body jerked around as his head seemed to track in on another target, his body bringing his gun to bare on it as he felt V.A.T.S stress his critically under powered system to it's breaking point.

Target... Human. Alignment.... unknow...Rewriting alignment... Friendly...
Weapon.... Error... insufficient power.... Placeholder via observation. Long rifle.
Chance to hit...
Head: 5
torso: 10
Left Arm: 5
Right Arm: 5
Left Leg: 0
Right Leg: 0
Target currently in cover. Providing fire support. Warning! hostile target located that is threatening friendly combatant. Priority target located. Switching target.

John's vision seemed to zoom out a bit as he caught sight of a raider sneaking along the buss just below the windows the sniper was using as cover. He could already feel his body cringe as more power was sent to V.A.T.S.

Target... Human. Alignment Raider.
Weapon.... Error... insuff Error overridden. Devoting emergency power to complete scan. Weapon 10mm SMG... weapon type... error, data deleted. defaulting to club. Weapon Pipebomb.
Chance to hit...
Head: 20
torso: 35
Left Arm: 20
Right Arm: 20
Left Leg: 20
Right Leg: 20
10MM smg: 10
Pipe Bomb: 10...
Insufficient chance to hit... override. Targeting systems online. Warning, Targeting systems will increase power drain, do you wish to continue Y/N: Y .... Confirmed.
Chance to hit...
Head: 45
Torso: 70
Left Arm: 55
Right arm: 55
Left leg: 55
Right leg: 55
10mm SMG: 45
Pipe Bomb... Status unlit. warning raider attempting to light. 30
 Power currently at 10%.... Targeting Torso. Firing...

With V.A.T.S taking over John felt his body hone in on the raider that was going to sneak an explosive surprise into the window of the buss. and yet as the gun came to bare on the raider, every crack, crevice, and light on the thing glowing a bright red, John felt his power drop down to just 5% as his finger pulled the trigger and V.A.T.S released him from it's control. A thick bright lance of light erupted from his pistol. The air around the charged blast seemed to ignite in a red haze of feint sparks as the laser burned through the ambient dust in the air. Then before a person's brain could even register the need to tell it's heart to beat again, That lance of light that seemed to rip the air asunder in it's wake impacted the raider's chest causing him to scream out. The blast from the pistol Ripping through the man, leaving a hole in his torso the size of a large apple. The hole itself seemed to ignite as the flesh and meat were burned away as the man screamed in futility and horror as his body turned to dust. The only thing left of the raider now was his skeleton, the armor he was wearing, and the weapons he was using.

John could feel his body shutting down bit by bit as the world seemed to fade. He was sitting at just 5% power and even that was still draining away. As the high intensity lens of his pistol glowed white hot and a reddish smoke fizzled up from around it John turned his head sluggishly to the girl who had tried to get his attention. "n... nearest town?" he'd ask in confusion as he pulled up his pipboy and thumbed the controls to switch to his map. though as he did, he wobbled a little bit, loosing his balance and falling over. He felt drained, and he couldn't put it off anymore. one arm haphazardly reached down towards his pocket to pull out a bottle of Nuka Cola, but his grip wasn't the best with so little power. he'd struggle with it, trying to get the top off but it seemed he couldn't manage it. The power display in his vision read 2.5%


[System]
My character:
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: deviantart.com/art/Contest-Prize-Hard…
Ship: i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/ba/c7/0dbac7c716…
It has 2 bedrooms, a kitchen/dining room, an engine/atlas crystal room of course, a recreation deck with a round and mostly glass roof and walls at the front, and a cargo hold at the bottom back. There is also a deck to walk outside above the recreation room. Steering can be done both from inside the recreation room and on the roof in the centre of the ship. Also, this ship's crystal works on coal or other such materials instead of the ones working on electricity in more expensive ships. As in, the crystal just sits in a large furnace and as long as you have something you can burn in there the ship can keep flying.

My guy will be a treasure hunter/scavenger from a family of treasure hunters. Both his parents used to own the ship he has now. But they managed to get enough money to buy a new one, and he got this one as a gift on his 18th birthday. At first he flew together with his parents, but eventually he started going out on his own. And now he flies on his own entirely, though he still visits his parents every now and then. Or sees them at treasure hunter/scavenger/bounty hunter hangouts at times.

Equipment:
-6 shot revolver, going more for destructive power than accuracy or range.
-Goggles to protect against the wind.
-Mechanical grappling hook that can attach and detach itself on command.
-A lead pipe for use as melee weapon - he plans to save up for a proper melee weapon.
-Gatling gun mounted on top of the deck which uses armour-shredding rounds for anti-air defence.

[User]
Okay so it was a standard steam powered ferry model. Rei jotted it down in her book as she scanned over some of the documents in front of her. She needed to plan this at the perfect time, in the perfect action and organize their getaway now knowing what kind of ship he actually had. Taking in a deep breath, she ran over the plan in her head and about half way through she heard his call. A single eye opened up as it flicked in the direction of her knew companion.

"Don't use up all the hot water." She called out as she turned her attention back to the papers in front of her. She had other things to worry about than crawling into the bath with a man. Right now, her life just got more intricate and required her full attention for her to be ready for tomorrow. Taking in a deep breathe she went over the layout of the location she was going to over and over again, ingraining it into her memory until she could barely see anymore.

Yawning after mentally exhausting herself, the navy haired girl climbed to her feet and stretched her arms over her head. Walking to the bathroom door after hearing rustling inside she gave it a firm knock. "I hate to break up your relaxing time but… nature calls and I highly recommend you not be present in the room while I take care of it." When he finally exited she brought her bag in with her and began to shut the door but she did take half a moment to look him over… not bad. Shut

After spending some time in the bathroom unpacking her bathroom things she reached over and flushed the toilet before stripping out of her own clothing and running herself a steaming hot bath. Aaahhhh this felt nice.

After lounging for some time, the young girl called out through the closed door, "Jacob…" She called out as she splashed some of the water around. "Can I ask you a big favor…?" Her voice sounded pleading as she called out to him. "I… used the last bit of my toothpaste this morning and went straight to finding someone to fly without picking up another bottle. Can you please go get me one?"

[Assistant]
Jacob ran a fairly warm bath while looking at what this bathroom had to offer. For one, He reached into his vest to take out a spall leather package. It contained some basic bathroom items. Then he checked inside the cabinet above the sink. It had some washcloths, some small towels, a small bottle of detergent to hand-wash your clothes

Once the bath was ready he turned his head towards the door, and let out a soft disappointed sigh. Maybe Rei really did mean to just sleep in the same bed. When she accepted he had hoped for maybe something more. But he wouldn't complain about it. If it wasn't meant to be it wasn't meant to be this evening.

Jacob had slowly started to relax, and thus forget about the time a little. So once Rei called he frowned a little. It felt like he hadn't been in the water all that long yet. But he couldn't argue with nature calling, so decided to get out right away. "Give me a few minutes to dry off." He called back, grabbing a towel from a small cabinet beside the bath.

A minute later the man exited again, though he had decided to only wrap a towel around his waist for the time being, holding his clothes over one arm. He wanted to wash them before putting them on again. However as he moved to the bed that idea quickly went out of the window. "But..." He muttered, though stopped himself. "Sure, since you're my employer I'll go, but I want to wash my clothes once I get back." It sucked that he had to put his dirty clothes on again. So he decided to take another short bath the next morning. He'd just have to wake up 15 minutes or so earlier.

After dressing himself Jacob went out. He first asked at the front desk, but they didn't have any for sale there. Instead he was directed to a small shop down the street that sold a bunch of hygiene supplies among other things. So off he went.

15 minutes later the man returned again. 2 dollars for a tube of toothpaste. And another 3 dollars for half a dozen pre-boiled eggs as snacks for Peanut. It was on the expensive side. Especially the eggs. But that was to be expected since this island had a lot of traffic going through it. Hoping he would get to wash his clothes right away the man was quick to head up the stairs and back to their room. After a quick knock he opened the door while starting to speak. "I'm back-"

[User]
There was no denying that Jacob was a good looking guy and Rei found herself thinking about him as she cleaned herself in the bath. Of course the first pilot she found was a good looking guy about her age. Sighing softly she continued to scrub herself down with the cloth. It had been a long time since she had been out with someone other than during a business transaction. She would be lying to herself is he tried to say that she didn't enjoy her male companion, even if it was just for seeing his face.

"Hmmm…" Rei's face pressed together in thought as she finished cleaning herself and dozed in the bath a little more. Opening her eyes she turned her gaze to the door as he shouted back to her that he would get the things she asked for. "Thank you darling." She called out in a sweet and cheeky tone as she heard him leave.

Climbing from the bath, the navy hair colored girl ran the towel over her body and quickly dried her hair with the use of the hairdryer humming to herself. As she finished her cleaning process she emerged into the bedroom wrapped in the towel wrapped around her small form. "Whelp," She said before slapping her hands together in a clapping form. "This will be great!" A smile moved across her face as she began.

Upon Jacob's return the bedroom was lightly illuminated in a soft light of dimmer switch, upon the bed lay a form, the form of the female he had left in the room before, as soft sweet sound leaving her. Her breathing was soft and gentle. She looked relaxed and at peace as she lay on the bed but… nothing else could really be seen as there was a small problem…

The figure on the bed was like a giant human wrapped burrito in one of the large white fluffy blankets and from the hole at the end was the exposed face of Rei looking peaceful and relaxed as she slept inside her burrito. A fluffy bed, a warm blanket (don't worry she left a fluffy one for him as well) a pillow to rest her head and all her belongings wrapped up in the blanket inside with her. She knew she'd sleep peacefully and safely as if he tried to unwrap the sleeping burrito she would wake up quickly.

Ah, what a lovely and happy looking burrito.

[Assistant]
As soon as Jacob saw the scene before him he sighed. "I should have known." He thought. "Making me run errands while she comfortably stays in the room and tucks herself in." He decided to just take things for what they were, figuring it wasn't worth the effort to cause problems over this. After all, there was likely a hefty paycheck waiting for him at the end of all this. And if this kept up, he could just keep it at the one contract. With any luck it would be enough to pay for repairs for his ship, and to keep him going for a month or two.

After undressing, Jacob grabbed his pillow and stuffed his most important items, like his revolver and wallet, inside of it at the underside. The items that were too big, he put under the blankets. And once he himself got under them, he wrapped them around him as best as he could. At the very least he would wake up if anyone, like his current employer, tried to steal it.

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The next morning Jacob woke up as soon as the sunlight shined through the curtains. A quick look at the clock on the wall told him it was 7 am. Though he was laying in quite the different position by now. He had rolled onto his back and spread out his arms and legs a little, taking up about half the bed by now. Even though it was a very big bed. It was normal for him to wake up even earlier, being a ship's captain. But the bed was so comfortable that he had slept in a little.

With a slight groan he sat up and looked under his sheets. His grappling hook and personal logbook were still there. And a quick check under in his pillow revealed that his gun and pillow were still there as well. "At least she doesn't appear to be a common thief..." He thought to himself as he lazily swung his legs over the side. "Hey Rei, wake up. We've got to leave in about an hour if we want to make decent time." He spoke, figuring it'd wake her up at least. In truth they had about one and a half hours at most, but his experience was that employers tended to run a little late most of the time.

[User]
Another night in a bed, and a GOOD bed none-the-less! Rei's body seemed to melt into the bed while her mind relaxed the world around her fizzling away into nothing that she didn't even hear the man come back into the room.

Here's the problem with sharing a room with Rei though… "Uugghh…." She muttered under her breathe as the morning rolled over facing towards her bedmate. "Please… don't---don't take the last strawberry." Her voice was a soft gentle whine as she panicked in her dream. As he stirred she wiggled loose from her burrito confinement and reached out a soft pale arm and a small hand in her tank top and pajama bottoms. Her small hand found his shoulder and with a pull that shouldn't have been as strong as it actually was, she pulled Jacob back down onto the bed and proceeded to latch herself onto him.

A single leg wrapped around his and her body scooted to him, an arm tucked away under her and her head went directly to his chest over his heart while her arm wrapped around his midsection holding onto him. "Fi--ve more minutes…" Her voice was distant and faint as she tightened her grip on him. "So--- warm… So--- cute… Smells--- like--- oil… Relaxing---" There was a small pause to her voice before she continued. "Why--- why so cute? Makes things---hard…"

[Assistant]
Jacob was too surprised to even cry out as he was pulled back to the bed again. And before he knew it, Rei had already latched on to him like a baby chimp to a mother. He took a few seconds to let the current situation sink in, then shook his head slightly. "Really getting mixed signals here, Rei..." He spoke softly. Though more as a joke than being serious. As it was quite obvious that she was still mostly asleep. "Even so, we need to get going if you want to get there in time." To him it didn't matter all that much. But she wanted to be there quickly, from what he had gathered. So this was for her sake.

Deciding to go with a more drastic solution, Jacob twisted around a little in Rei's arms until he could reach one of her ears with his fingers. Then he pushed his index finger behind his thumb and flicked the woman's ear. "Time to wake up. Or at least let go of your improvised body pillow so I can go and get some coffee." He tried to play it cool, but this was one hell of an awkward situation for him. His employer was clinging to him like crazy, and she was refusing to wake up. How the hell did you deal with something like that?

[User]
Yeah… everything was going fine until something sharp hit her ear. "Ow…" She muttered as her eyes slowly flickered open. And… to her surprise…

"WHAT THE HELL?!" She sprang from the bed, flying off and back until she hit the wall clutching the blanket to her body. In her sleepy panic she stared at him with wide eyes, obviously getting the wrong idea real fast that he was the issue. Damnit, it wasn't him… "Sorry," Her response was quick as she got to her feet and grabbed her belongings before hurrying into the bathroom.

After doing a quick change into her daily clothes she checked her things. Okay so everything was still there; her eyebrows pressed together in surprise, she had expected something to be missing but… there wasn't anything gone, in fact it was just as she left it the night before. Interesting….

Pulling open the bathroom door she gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that…" With that she walked to the front door and pulled it open. "Shall we get some coffee before we leave?"

[Assistant]
Jacob smirked and only watched as Rei panicked. Though he was mentally preparing for a torrent of verbal assault or something along those lines. As clearly her eyes were blaming him at first. Luckily that quickly changed, and moment later she disappeared into the bathroom. "Well, she's awake at least..." He muttered to himself, still smirking in amusement. After a few seconds the man decided he should get ready too. So he got up and started dressing himself.

When Rei came out again she was fully dressed. She once again apologized and quickly went to the door, apparently wanting to forget what had just happened as soon as possible. But he wasn't about to let her go with just that. "You sure you don't want to cuddle a little longer? What was it again that you muttered in your sleep...I smell of oil and that's relaxing, and I'm cute so that makes things hard?" He questioningly raised a brow at her as if to ask 'what was up with that, hm?' Of course he wasn't sure she was talking about him, but he could still tease her a little bit.

Then as if he hadn't even asked the question he got up from the bed and headed for the door as well. He wanted his cup of coffee, or he wouldn't be properly awake for another hour at least.


[System]
Meister-
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon Partner: Joni Fowler

Personality:
Fionn is a girl of little words, and when she does speak, it is rarely more than polite small talk. Her image of shyness is only furthered by the fact that she becomes visibly uncomfortable when anyone comes within a couple of feet of her and is jumpy at the smallest surprise. However, her tendency to avoid being talkative makes her an understanding listener who can keep a secret to the grave. Almost impossible to anger, she can still be fiercely protective of her friends even though she shows it in a different way than most. Above all else, Fionn is sympathetic to anyone who she feels deserves kindness, as she herself went without it for most of her life.

History:
Hailing from a little, rural town in Ireland, Fionn's early life up until her enrollment in the DWMA passed without much significance to the present. However, some of her more odd habits and behaviors would hint at some strange going-ons in her birthplace. Regardless, once she found herself at the foot of that massive staircase, she surely would have run off at the last second if it weren't for the little tag-a-long she had somehow acquired during the last leg of her journey to the U.S. Initially unsure of her potential as a meister, Fionn found solace in the fact that her companion had similar fears. Joni, as it turned out the girl's name was, had a rather unwieldy weapon form and was worried that she might hurt her partner more than help them. So, the two of them made a promise to partner up and support each other through thick and thin.

Soul Resonance Technique: "Chain Breaker":
Fionn's weapon grows in size - in Joni's case, to about 26 feet in length - and glows white. The effect of this technique is that anything or anyone struck by the weapon will have any soul connections broken (regular/chain resonance, for example) temporarily. The amount of time that it takes for the connection to reform depends on the strength of the victims' bond. Any physical wound inflicted by the weapon will bleed faster as well.

Soul Detection Skill Level: I'm good at it.

Flaws:
Fionn suffers from extreme "stage fright" to the extent that she would be unable to fight in front of her peers/teachers were it not for having Joni by her side. As a result, she is unlikely to ever be able to resonate well with another weapon or meister, especially in Joni's absence. She gets her feelings hurt easily and may even cry if someone makes fun of her. In terms of physical ability, she would be a serious threat if not for her deafness in her left ear. Without someone to warn her, she can be at risk of surprise attack from that side.

Weapon-

Name: Joni Fowler

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon Appearance:

(Around 15 feet in length)

Meister Partner: Fionn Caxigo

Personality:
Joni is essentially a chatty, bubbly ball of energy in the shape of a teenager. She often handles all communication on behalf of herself and her meister, even to the point of answering questions directed specifically at the other girl. Though she has a somewhat wicked sense of humor, she is often clueless when it comes to mature topics. Her mouth can sometimes get her into deep trouble, even when she's not trying to pick a fight, mainly due to the fact that she can rarely resist an inappropriate joke. However, despite just how obvious her young age can be, she is quick to defend her meister. As a matter of fact, her meister is the only person whom she would give up her life for.

History:
Growing up on a ranch in Montana, Joni was no stranger to the idea of rough-and-tumble adventure when she discovered that she was a weapon. A strange combination of her mother's traditional western-style whip form and her father's martial chain-spear, Joni was practically bouncing off of walls until the date came for her to board a bus to Nevada and become a part of the DWMA. Despite her initial excitement, however, doubts began to weigh heavily on her mind the farther she traveled from her family. Above all, she dreaded the fact that no one might want to partner with her. Despite her own nerves, Joni quickly found someone even more anxious than herself. The girl sitting next to her on the bus was practically shaking in apprehension. Joni wasted no time in comforting her new friend, and found out by attempting to distract her through conversation that the girl was a meister enrolling in the DWMA. Since they both had similar misgivings about their situations, Joni decided to partner up with Fionn as soon as possible.

Soul Resonance Technique: Same as Meister's.

Flaws:
Though Joni has a compatible soul wavelength, her physical weapon form can be difficult to control with accuracy and has no ability to make deep wounds. In terms of personality, her protectiveness of her meister can lead her to be overly suspicious of others and needlessly put herself in danger.

[User]
"Durek (Idiot), Corvus is at it again." Lena observed, still upset from Sid using her full name even though she had already submitted the form to have it shortened. She looked at Meister Claus who just observed with a bored look.
"They are honestly going to start this in the same room as Death? They are all idiots." he said after watching them for a few moments. If the six of them were smart they would not start a fight in here, take it outside at least or else one might face the discipline of Death himself. There was a reason Death was assigning 8 weapon and Meister teams to this task, and even though he hated to admit it Death City was just too big of an area for a single team to handle on their own. He hated working with others but he was tactful enough to see that. Corvus was of course going to be a problem. If him and Sulley were not at the top of the class Claus had no doubts that he would not have been selected for this mission. For the moment he had to put a hand on Lena's shoulder. She had the look on her, the one were she was itching for a fight and would probably jump in if the chance arises. He could just speak up and diffuse the situation but it was interesting to let them sort it out, if it did come to blow he would just get to see who was the stronger pair, far from not being a benefit to himself.

Lena could see Claus was in his own head thinking about something so she just leaned back on one of the posts of the guillotines. If it was not for her the two of them would have never gotten noticed, Sure her partner was talented but he was more interested in showing that in class sitting in the front row and answering as many questions as possible like he had something to prove, it was enough that she already had to put up with his constant complaints about the classes being too slow since day one. But she had no choice but to be with him, no other Meister could pick her up when she was a weapon, and Claus did it with such ease, making him her partner by default. Sure they got along okay but the kid could be such a nerd at times it ruined her cool.

[Assistant]
Soonue - Ari

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Ari and Soonue had been sitting next to each other while they both waited for their teacher to come into the room. Soonue had been her usual self while waiting. Patient, silent, not making a single movement. Ari had also been her usual self. Absurdly bored. She rapidly swung her legs while she waited for the dead man to teach his metaphorically-dead class. "Soooooonueeeee~" Ari said in a sweet tone. "...?" Soonue silently directed towards Ari. Soonue slowly turned towards Ari. "I'm booorrreeeed~" Ari continued to speak. "Even the snail can ascend a mountain." Ari said in her usual mellow and slow way of speaking. "What does that even mean?"

The two's short conversation was cut off when Sid entered. Soonue waited patiently as he spoke. Ari continued to swing her short legs while she puffed out her cheeks. Neither one was really listening to what he had to say. However, when Sid mentioned about reporting to Lord Death, both of them were interested in what he had to say. When their names were called to go to Lord Death's offices, they were intrigued. When Ari heard her name called, she instantly stood up. It was a good cure to her boredom. Soonue stood after she heard many other people moving. Soonue walked down one of the nearest aisles with Ari behind her.

"Think we're in trouble~?" Ari said jokingly. "You might be." Soonue quipped back. Ari puffed out her cheeks as they walked along the hallways to get to Death's office. The next brief period of the two was quiet. Neither of them spoke. They were both quite nervous at what was going on. Even so, they were also mildly excited. This silence was quickly cut short by Soonue. In her leading Ari, she had failed to even suspect that someone would put a sight on the wall incorrectly. Instead of it being against the wall, it was suspended by a rod that pointed out of the wall. The sign read "Beware of protruding rod". An ironic fate for Soonue.

A thud resounded throughout the hallway. Soonue stood still, her neck half-bent as the sign rested upon her face. Ari tried her hardest not to laugh, but even after the 87th time, it was still funny. Soonue walked back, took a few steps to the right, and walked forwards again without so much as a word. Ari ran up to her and held on to Soonue's hand as the two walked forward.

When they reached the office, Ari waited to be the last few in. She then waited for a bit, then ran through the guillotine corridors. Soonue was confused why Ari was doing this. She wasn't able to shake off Ari's grip, so she just went with the flow. Upon reaching there, they waited and listened to what Lord Death had to said.

A special mission with a cult? Ari didn't quite like this. Throughout their previous activities and everything, they usually only ended up as supports for other people. Knowing that she was considered to have a high potential left a bad taste in Ari's mouth. Soonue didn't care. In any case the two of them silently waited while the others spoke amongst themselves.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 32

Faction/Race/Species: Human/Ex-Imperium of Man

Sub-Faction: Ex-Savlar Chem Dogs

Rank/Position: Former Penal Legionnaire

Mental and Physical Traits: Joran is concerned primarily with one thing and one thing only: Himself. He only cares about his survival, his needs, his wants, and that's it. So when he was given the option to get out of Savlar's toxic mines, he took it, not caring that it meant service with the Imperial Guard. This mentality aided greatly in his survival skills, and perhaps its what let him escape, though its certainly what made him want to even try to escape. But escape he did, though not after acquiring plenty of useful skills and equipment as a Penal Legionnaire. Joran is skilled in both melee and ranged combat, though he fights much more randomly, with almost no distinct style or rhythm to it. He's also great at jury-rigging ramshackle equipment, and a damn fine cook, if you're willing to taste the sludge-looking dish he calls food.

Appearance: Joran has a very ragtag, scavver look to him. His hair is a filthy, matted mop, almost black from a mix of natural color and filth. His eyes are a bloodshot grey, whether that's from lack of sleep, excessive chem use, or both is unknown. His body is covered in dirt, scars, and burns, and he's rather lanky and thin. His one set of clothes is a hodgepodge of uniform pieces from various other Imperial Guard regiments, such as the black combat boots of a Catachan, the khaki fatigue pants of a Cadian, thick black leather gloves from a Steel Legion regiment, the grey fatigue jacket of his own penal uniform, and the headscarf and goggles of a Tallarn.

Wargear: Joran's gear is just as scrounged as everything else he owns, and it shows. Armed primarily with a Steel Legion lascarbine jury-rigged with a flamer pistol attached(he stole it from someone else in his regiment that built it), and an autopistol with a noble's name carved on the slide. He also has a rather large knife he claims he stole from a Catachan, though most don't believe him. He also carries a varied assortment of random grenades, each of which look different, and none of which he knows what they do until detonated. For armor, he wears a mismatched assortment of Flak and Carapace pieces looted off the corpses of other fallen guardsmen, all an assortment of colors and camouflage patterns. His assorted equipment includes both a nose-and-mouth respirator and a full head gas mask, a a wrist chrono timepiece that always lists it as 10th day of the 6th month, in the year M987, but with the correct time of day, a pair of magnoculars that cover everything with a red filter, and assorted cookware and utensils for making and holding food.

History: Prior to being sent to Savlar, Joran actually flew a cargo ship for a civilian trade organization. Eventually, he got sick of flying the same route between the same three planets every week, so he decided to take his ship and run, just trying to see where he could go. After killing the other members of the crew, fending off landing dock security, flying off into the stars, and ditching the cargo into space, he thought he was home free. Unfortunately he either didn't run far enough, or wasn't too good at covering his tracks, because he was found, and sentenced to work the Savlar mines for murder, resisting arrest, grand theft, destruction of property, and a myriad of other smaller charges.

While there, Joran showed his great survival instincts for the first time, making contacts and alliances with the other prisoners and the more morally corrupt guards. Gathering a decent amount of supplies and supply chains, Joran had just about as comfortable a life as possible on Savlar. So when the time came for another Penal Legion to be raised, the overseer of Joran's section of the prison decided he was living a bit TOO comfortably, and 'persuaded' him to volunteer into service with the Guard.

While in the Guard, Joran did surprisingly well, taking to killing and combat quickly. After a few years of skill, persuasion, and good fortune, he had amassed decent gear, excellent survival and field duty skills, and was ready to make his escape.

Taking the opportunity to board a cargo ship docked at his legion's base camp for a supply drop, he managed to escape WITHOUT having to kill anyone, hiding away in the cargo hold, and escaping when the ship returned to the nearby hive world it had departed from. Escaping from the ship, Joran managed to find and board a transport ship that would take it far from his penal legion, far from Savlar, and to a place where he could hopefully live his life the way he wanted, away from the rules of strict monotony.

[User]
Ga'duk waited patiently in his seat, the rumbling engines and high alert in the rest of his squad going largely unnoticed. He had performed and confirmed his ready check twice, although the sergeant had fixed his mask so that it was actually sealed and would protect him from a hard vacuum if the hulk had vented its atmosphere. The pilots navigated around shining spotlights on several crash sites across the hulk's shell but were always less than satisfied by the possible landing zone. The sergeant moved to the front cabin and began arguing with the pilots so that he could depart and complete his mission, Ga'duk on the other hand rocked gently back and forth day dreaming of mopping a vast station rather than getting "'oonds" and having to spend days with the medi-guys.

Finally the sergeant and pilots hammered out a plan and pulled the rear of the transport to a section of hull that seemed sturdy enough to bear their weight. The transport locked itself to the hull with some mag-clamps and opened its door to bare hull. The guards understood immediately and broke out their breeching cutters, thin jets of hot plasma slowly burned through the hull leaving droplets of hot slag cooling on the floor. While the guardsmen were cutting the sergeant turned to Ga'duk. "Are you ready?" he said rhetorically, Ga'duk nodded but the sergeant continued "good, now when we get the hole cut you have to go out FIRST and KILL anything that is NOT us. Ok?"

Ga'duk nodded slowly, "y-..yeah, i got it sarge" he said laughing "i'll squish dem"

The sarge slapped his shoulder "yeah, thats good, its what He would want."

Ga'duk's eyes went wide "He? You mean da Empoor?"

"Yes, He wants you to squish the enemy"

Once the sarge stopped talking Ga'duk charged the half cut breech slamming with his full weight and strength, several of his squad had to dive out of the way to escape from being crushed between the ogryn's shield and the hull. The first impact warps the hull and audibly strains the metal, each of the gaurdsmen stare at Ga'duk in surprise both his unexpected charge and his immense strength buckling the thick hull. He backs up and readies to charge again, "squish dem for da Empoor!" he shouts as he charges again crashing through the weakened hull into a large corridor. He raises his axe and searches for a target bellowing a barbaric warcry, but finds none. The guardsmen follow him out and form a semicircle barricade of las-guns around the breech. Ga'duk looks around again while lowering his axe before dropping his head, "I sorry Empoor, der was nuttin to squish.." he said, vox channel open. His entire squad chuckled but Ga'duk was visibly wounded that he could not fulfil the Emperor's will.

[Assistant]
The generators started to light up, slowly. But instead of the usual blue hue it gradually turned to purple in the same rate which it grew in luminosity. Until it was a raging inferno of warp light that intermixed with the plasma within.

During this, Zuriel felt an opening, a rift further to the fore of the hulk. It closed almost as soon as it had opened, but something came through.
Was it a summoning? Or just a single effect? No matter what, it was no minor psychic power being unleashed and more importantly, there was another psyker on board.
He smiled, he suspected there probably was other on board the hulk, probably even psykers. Definitively psykers if one counted deamons. Albeit weak ones.
Now he knew, he cursed his wandering mind. He had let too much energy through, his ritual was disturbed. The generator hissed and spat, wailing faces emerged in the light and in the corners of vision and atop the machine, a fury and some disfigured dark fiend sat and licked their mouths when gazing at the dread magi busy with the ritual.

If it was more power the warp wanted, it would get it.
Zuriel cast his hands towards the ceiling and began shouting his incantations instead of simple murmuring. He allowed energy to pass through the veil at an increased rate and more than that, he enforced his will upon it even further.
The small deamons on top of the reactor wailed in terror, they had misjudged their planned meal and now fled. There was no time however as the dread magi violently gestured more energy into the star, energy began to visibly enter it and wind began to rush into the symbol. The deamons tried to clamber and flee, but was pulled in by the gale wind which violently yanked at the robes of the fallen tech priest. The pathetic deamons dematerialized and became energy to fuel the ritual.

As black tar like warp stuff dripped from his eyes, mouth and from under his robes he finished the incantation.
The generator was now running at more capacity than it was supposed to bear, light shone out from rips and tears in the reactor and the ship got a massive influx of raw electricity.
Lumo bars exploded, blue lightning arced here and there and warning sirens began to blare.

With a black smeared smile Zuriel exclaimed.
-"Excellent..."

The generator was going to explode... in time. For the moment it was producing enough power to probably run a couple of ships, armed only with lances in high combat pressure.
The only thing keeping them from rupturing instantly was the energies Zuriel put in place to sustain it. It would not last forever.

As he turned around and began to walk away with heavy steps, he couldn't help but fiddle with his fingers, holding his fingertips at the fingertips of his other hand and flexing.
He was on his way to the sensorium.

[User]
The two shuttlecraft from the trader vessel were tightly sealed to a flat surface of metal that was 90 degrees to the surface where Xeraphiel was standing on. They were high above his head as if clinging to the side of a wall. He craned his neck to look up at them. It being space, the techmarine simply jumped onto the wall with his magnetic feet and began walking toward the shuttles. "Up" had a new direction.

The vessels were powered, but were also dark and vacant. It was obvious that the crew had gone straight through the underside into the hulk just moments ago. If he had intent to follow them, then he would have to traverse into the spacehulk from the same point. Fortunately, the traders had already cut an opening.

Xepherial raised his left, black gauntlet over the door mechanism, holding it only an inch away. A specialized dentrite snaked from his wrist and began signalling to the shuttle controls. Xepherial had no intent of damaging the shuttle, for all creatures and artifacts that embodied knowledge were sacred. Convincing the machine to override the safety protocols and open its door would be far more efficient and less blasphemous than plasma-cutting through ceramite. The two beings argued at the speed of electric impulses traveling through circuits and neurons until an agreement was reached. Xepherial had won. "Comprehension is the key to all things." He affirmed as the seal split, and pressure briefly escaped the cabin.

Passing into the hulk, there was air pressure. Sensors detected it was breathable, at least for a neigh-immortal space marine. What was more, there was sound, and a new direction for gravity. The techmarine landed loudly, armored feet against metal floor, as he responded to the readings his poweraromor supplied. Ancient generators were supplying artificial gravity somewhere in this place, maintaining a level akin to native Terra. It was a strange fact that sentient life didn't often develop on planets with gravitational extremes.

There was only one direction his targets could have gone, and so Xepherial began following. It wasn't long before a freshly cut opening in a metal wall revealed the path his quarry had taken. Cutting a door would have slowed them down, so they must have been close. Xepherial kept his senses on high alert. He wasn't exactly silent, but neither was the slowly flexing conglomeration of broken ships and asteroid. Deeper and deeper he traversed. Disturbances in the dust on the floor betrayed the tracks of Fio'Ui, Joran, Nykerio, and Naamah, helping Xepherial know which way to turn in the large open chambers. There wasn't much light, and the ship he was in appeared to be well devoid of any other life. As he walked, he brought up the display of the signal source he had recorded from the small, incinerated Imperial craft he had visited outside and was impressed to find the traders seemed to be heading directly for it. Cooincidence couldn't yet be ruled out, however.

The display vanished and Xepherial's bolter swung in the direction of a flash of movement in the corner. ... Trained on the location, Xepherial was fully ready to fire, but no enemy showed itself. Whatever that had been, it was gone, but it had revealed itself. After a quick 360 scan, Xepherial returned to his pursuit.

[Assistant]
As the various boarders from the Rigged Fortune progressed through the ship, Joran's feeling of uneasiness grew progressively unsettling, with Joran at an almost constant ready stance, the remainder of the stimm he had taken earlier pushing his senses to a higher level. This made Joran aware of various noises in the immediate area, including faint skittering sounds, and the somewhat distant clanking of metal against metal.

Moving ever forward into the ruined Hulk, Joran eventually noticed that one of the sounds came from behind them. At that moment, Joran called for his group to stop, wanting the possible pursuer or source of the noise to catch up to them. As they stood at the ready, none of them were ready for the hulking figure that reached them. A Space Marine.

The sight was rather short-lived, however, as another unexpected guest arrived. A minor swarm of various Tyranids came rushing into the room, and the meeting quickly devolved into an all-out fight for survival. Joran quickly switched on the flamer pistol attached to his lasgun, shooting flames out across the area, catching many of the Xenos swarm on fire. The fuel canister was quickly exhausted, and Joran switched to firing his lasgun, aiming for the various joints and limbs of the aliens.


[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User] Angelo heard that their would be an assault on a corrupt wizard group. In all honestly Angelo wasn't worried considering how much stronger he has gotten but it still matters that this will be a full assault which means Angelo will need to be careful who he hits when he is in Zeus armor form. Angelo went to the back and laid on the grass to relax, practicing at this point would only make Angelo sore and tired for tomorrow so that means that Angelo needed to relax and keep his head straight and if need be take a drink to sleep waking up in the morning. Angelo only needed to make sure he didn't go into his full power unless its an emergency situation, Angelo couldn't afford to go blue and burn his skin when in the middle of a crucial battle. Angelo only hoped he would play a larger role in this assault even if he wasn't an S ranked that didn't mean he didn't have the power to be one if given the chance. Right now Angelo could only do his best and if he was lucky earn some extra points for the next time so he could be brought to the front lines of more assaults...

[Assistant] Sasha sighed looking over to Mayt, "whether it's a stupid plan or not, I think we have to do it. The master has already said we can't just go and ask them. They know something of what has happened to Wes and they are holding back. So we need to get it. We don't have to fight then, but we need the book" she said with a shrug. She took a sip her drink, looking as Maddox came over. She tensed at his question, having been ready to be friendly. "mayt is a friend" she said coolly "and so is Lazarus" she didn't say anything more, but her drink froze in the glass, and the glass shattered. She looked away, saying "sorry" she hadn't gotten anything out of Lazarus, and it didn't look like she would tonight. She looked to damian, then sighed, and nodded.

[User] Mayt had a hard time not copying Sasha's mistake of shattering her glass, he nodded to Damian greeted him, and he looked over at Maddox, his voice a little terse. "I think we've just been on alternate work schedules, I've been in the guild for a couple months." He paused taking a sip. "And with what Master Jamie knew, I still wouldn't risk the entire guild to save one person. Or seem to claim that's what we're doing. I'm certain there's a number of people here that could get this book without causing a hullabaloo. This Wes guy could be a saint for all it matters, and I wouldn't risk the entire guild to save him. I think Master Jamie is underestimating the Council's sphere of influence." He sighs, letting go of the glass and letting his fist clench. "Hell, I can tell you right now someone in the guild is going to get seriously hurt. And if it wasn't for the fact I have ulterior motives for wanting to put holes in the magic council, I wouldn't still be in the guild."

[Assistant]
Sasha's tone with her answer quickly suggested she wasn't in a joking mood. With that in mind, the smile vanished from Maddox's face. As Mayt answered his question before, the red-haired mage took a quiet drag on his cigarette. Only when Mayt finished speaking did Maddox release the smoke. Another new person had arrived as well. Now the bar felt populated, even if half the people there he was unfamiliar with. "I've been on a job for a few months," Maddox explained first. "That's why you haven't seen me." He took another drag on his cigarette and memorized the appearance of Damien. Then his eyes went back to Mayt and Sasha. "Both of you should relax."

After he let out the smoke, he put the cigarette out in the ashtray. "Nobody is getting hurt tomorrow." Maddox's expression held no smile, but was as sincere as one could get. "It isn't just about Wes, you know. But don't worry about it, either of you." The red-haired mage let out a sigh and put his hands behind his head, stretching his back. "You both sound tense. Just relax tonight. Maybe go to bed early and get some extra sleep. Or stay up late and have some drinks. Whatever floats your boat." The smile returned as he Maddox began to chuckle. Without even looking at Damien, his left hand pointed toward the S-class wizard. "I heard stories about you while I was out," he began light-heartedly, now directing his gaze to the man he was talking to. "For a newcomer to become S-rank is rare in any guild. So naturally I'm curious. Where did you come from? What can you do?" With a grin, Maddox leaned against the bar and picked up a drink. "We can start with your name though. Mine is Maddox Colburn."


[System]
29|5'7|Male

[ S Y N O P S I S ]

Krauss is an experienced pilot tasked with flying one the new "helicopters" brought aboard this expedition. He's a fairly nice, laid back guy who likes to socialize and get to know people.

[ A P P E A R A N C E ]

He has short cut grayish blond hair and a rough beard. His face is covered in small scars and he has burn scars running along his forearms and back. While not particularly muscular, he still maintains a decent figure. This is mainly due to the fact that, as a pilot, he focuses more on endurance type workouts as opposed to strength building ones.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]

Straight forward, no BS sort of guy with a healthy sense of humor. He has a strange "meh" approach to the idea of death. Once couldn't really call it bravery nor a death wish. He just seems very calm about facing it and dealing with it. Over all he's a fairly nice individual who values reason and rational thinking.

[ H I S T O R Y ]

Krauss was born and raised in the Greater Republic of Avalia. It's one of the nations of Maru, controlling a sizable chunk of the island and seen as one the leaders in the United Isles Naval Coalition. It's a strong, democratic nation, whose biggest strength is airship design. They are economic rivals with Ventui, always competing with each other both in the civilian fields of aviation, and military. Being one the largest producer of both helium and hydrogen, Avalia focuses primarily on airships when it comes to aviation, and is famous for both its luxurious, high class transports, and its terrifying flying navy with some of the biggest guns around.

However, they don't point these guns at most, not even Ventui. However, time and time again, they seem to always be trained on Leigr. Avalia's people are strongly opposed to any sort of faith. They consider it a tool of manipulation and an attack on human rights to free thinking. Thus, the religious theocracy of Leigr is considered a serious threat on a good day. In the past, there were even large skirmishes and minor battles between the two nations, often over Leigr unlawfully seizing Avalian trade ships or Avalia detaining Leigr diplomats. Even now, in this time of relative peace, Avalia seems to be quietly gearing up for a full blown campaign with Leigr, thanks to the renewed importance of both the Obelisk and the resources the nation possess.

Caught between this massive mess is Krauss and his family. His father was a pilot in the Avalian Airborne Navy and his mother was originally from Leigr. The two met during a raid that, as far as Avalia is concerned, never happened. She was a civilian who was trying to escape religious persecution. While she was a believer, she doubted the religious authorities and despised how they would vale their own selfish needs with excuses of faith. She had stowed away onto an Avalian airship she found, which, as it turned out, was on a secret mission to rescue some important engineers who had been captured. Krauss's father had discovered her, but instead of killing her or taking her prisoner, he heard her out and took pity on the young woman. So, he smuggled her essentially back to Avalia where they started a life together.

Krauss picked up his father's friendly, laid back personality as well as his love for flying. His mother taught him both tolerance and determination, telling him to always seize the day and keep moving forward, no matter how hard things get. His dream was to be a great pilot, and so he did what he had to do. From an early age, he flew with his father, learning the skills needed to expertly fly light aircraft. Through this, he also met many friends and contacts with the Avalian Airborne Navy, which would help later on. He joined the National Academy of Aviation at 17, and graduated at the top of his class. Now, that's not to say he was perfect. The many scars and burns Krauss bares are from the many crashes and hard landings he's had to endure over his career. He's seen all manner of problems and learned that a dangerous situation can always occur when you least expect it.

From there, he joined the AAN, following the footsteps of his father. However, during his time in the AAN, he slowly grew to dislike the military. So many restrictions, so many barriers kept him from flying freely through the sky.

Thus, he eventually left the military, to join the new booming industry and lifestyle, the United Isles Naval Coalition. With his impressive record and with the pulling of a few strings from his network of friends, Krauss landed an incredible job. To be the pilot of a new type of aircraft, set to take its maiden flight on the UIS Garrloch, set to go out on an exploration expedition. How could Krauss ever resist such a job?

[ N O T E S / O T H E R I N F O ]
Krauss likes to draw quite a bit in his spare time. Mostly just sketches of landscapes that he sees.

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Lower Deck 1

It was rapidly becoming clearer and clearer to Edward that this trip did not follow the same general laws and logic he was used to back on the United Isles. He realized that following a tightly sequenced series of events which left him sprawled on the floor, gasping, as what felt like a ton of seawater came pouring back down on him. He spluttered with indignation, but a lip on one of the doors caught him as the ship tilted again at the crest of the wave.

This time he clung to the support like his life depended on it: which of course it did. He didn't want to fall down the hallway dry and comfortable, much less soaked and exhausted.

When the water rushed past him from his back on the way down, he wanted nothing more than to hit something hard in frustration. He'd known what he was getting himself into, of course, but even that hadn't been as harsh as what they'd already been through. "And this isn't even supposed to be the worst of it," he muttered.

Still, as they slid down the back end of the monster wave, Ed was endlessly relieved to realize that the world was finally coming back to its senses. The floor reappeared beneath his feet, and after a few long moments of frozen contemplation, Edward stood.

Captain Conway stood as well, with that Constance woman clutching at his coat like some kind of street hawker. He couldn't help but smirk good-naturedly at the woman's deflated ego. "Doesn't seem like there's any room for ego on this ship," he said, to no one in particular.

"Cap'n Conway," the PA system crackled again. "We're clear of the Ring of Thunder. Barrin' that hellish storm, it's actually quite a nice day out. Also, Supply Officer Gante wants to have a word with you at your earliest convenience."

Conway cursed as he switched directions. "We better not 'ave lost the food," he muttered, heading toward the rear of the ship. "Can't be eatin' steel, yeah?" Then he had unsealed one of the doors and left. Edward nearly followed him before he was struck with a sudden furious, raging delight.

They were outside the storms! This was historic! He lurched into action, pulling up next to the man and woman who had saved his life only moments ago. His entire right side stung, but the adrenaline and excitement dulled the pain considerably. "Come on, Luna! And...sorry, I don't know your name. Come on, Constance!" He waved to the bewildered-looking woman, then to the pilot. "You probably already have seen this, but come on anyway! We made it!"

After all those exclamations, he was off, bolting for the nearest ladder up. He'd risked everything for this, it was time to collect.

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Main Deck, Fore
Ed climbed out of the ship's underbelly with barely contained glee, his feet clanging on the metal steps as he poked his head up and over the lip of the deck. He gasped as soon as he looked up. "No way..." he croaked in awe.

He whipped his head behind him: sure enough, a raging wall of thunderclouds greeted his eyes with rippling fury. The clouds remained still, however, and Edward could tell that they were moving away from them. "This is..."

It was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. Back on the Isles, the Ring of Thunder prevented early morning and late night light from reaching the landmasses directly: light always sort of bounced up and over the storms, which resulted in the most gorgeous rising and setting of the sun behind the clouds. Crops grew well despite this lack of sun, as there were less clouds above the islands, and more sunlight went through. Or something. He was a reporter, not a god damn scientist.

All that was forgotten now as he slowly sank to the ground. "This is what I've been missing," he mumbled, content to sit there for an eternity.

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Lower deck 1---> medbay
Luna looked to the crew member, and grinned, a laugh playing around in her voice "Well, it certainly seems like I am, but what does that matter?' She ducked her head, preparing for the wave, "We must all nbe a little mad to be here" She drew in a deep breath, and closed her eyes tightly, ducking her head closer against one arm. As the wave crashed over them, Luna held as tight as she could, knowing that if she let go, she'd be swept away, never to be seen from again.

The cold of the sea water would have been shocking, if she hadn't already been half soaked from helping to put the fire out. Even with her eyes closed, the salt stung her eyes, and a cut she hadn't known she had gotten stung badly. As she was pushed violently against the support, her breath escaped her in a woosh, creating bubbles as the water washed over them. Within seconds, her lungs burned for oxygen, and she had to fight the natural instinct to breath.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the wave was gone, and they were cresting it. She drew in a deep, relieving breath. And another laugh escaped her, a joyful, breathless one. They were alive. They had survived one challenge. Catching her breath, she shook her head, her hair, already messy, stood up everywhere. She didn't try to flatten it, as she stood up, turning to the crew member that had saved her butt so many times today. At Edward's words, Luna realised she didn't know his name. "Thanks again. I'm Luna. Ah, I'm one of the medical staff" She smiled, "A pleasure to meet you. Ed, I'm going to go see if anyone needs medical attention, save me a plate okay?"

Turning back to the crew member, she said "It probably won't be the last time I use you as an anchor. Or anyone else, for that matter. So...I hope that doesn't bother you" She leaned up, and kissed him on the cheek, simply relieved to be alive, "gotta go, now! Whoa, how'd I manage to hold onto my supplies?" Amused, she darted off, taking out a sodden bandages. Well. She'd just have to make do. If anyone needed serious attention, she'd get them to the infirmary.

She checked everyone that she could over, and figured if they were walking, then they were fine for now. Once satisfied, she darted off down the halls of the ship, dripping water, seemingly not caring about that. She stumbled upon more then found the medical bay. She was sure she looked a fright, covered in sea water, hair all over the place, clothes dishelved, bruises probably starting to show, and that damn cut stinging. Yet she was still smiling, apartently thrilled with everything that had been going on.

She took in the sight, unsurprised to see it a mess. She was sure everything was thrown about in that wave. "hi" She said brightly, enthaustically, "Sorry it took me so long to get here, there was a fire, and then the wave...well, anyway, I'm here now! I'm one of the medical staff, a nurse" She said, happily introducing herself. Trotting over to what she took as her boss here, she offered a hand to help them up, "Wow, you really had a time down here, too huh? A broken bone already? Although that's not surprising. Everyone seems to be okay though, which is amazing considering everything!"


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"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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She had planned to use him to get to his father? Eliezer nearly spat out the mouthful of tea he was conveniently about to swallow. Thankfully, he managed to keep it in, coughing lightly into his fist before taking a deep breath. Despite his success in preventing the embarrassing event from occurring, his discomfort was apparent. He had wanted to know the truth, and now that she had willingly given it to him, it all possibly made even less sense than before. If it was the truth, then why would she tell him such a thing? The fact that she had said it in such a casual manner made it all the more unbelievable. Could it be that it was her idea of humor?

It was not very often that Eliezer would be lost for words. In most cases, one would liken his eloquence to that of an actor who had learned a script by heart. It would not be strange, however, if one were to know that the prince had practically been learning his responses to most situations from 'scripts' his entire life. Almost every line spoken had been committed to memory, waiting for the right moment to be used. Unfortunately, he could find nothing this time as he searched his mind for an appropriate response to Raven's statement. Perhaps he should simply admit that to her. After all, the awkward silence had been lingering for long enough. He had to say something, even if it may not be the right thing to say.

"I- I don't know what to say... Pray tell me you jest, my lady..."

She did mention it was not longer the case, because of how happy he had made her. Apparently, it was the 'love' she had developed for him that inspired the change in her goals. He wanted to believe that he was truly witnessing the powerful influence of love on someone, and to some extent, he actually did, but that did not change the fact that obtaining his love was not her initial intention, and that she basically had him fooled the first time they met. Could he trust what she was saying now? Surely she knew the possible consequences of letting him know her initial goals? What if this was her trusting him to take the next step with such information in mind? He had been plagued by confusion ever since he had met Raven, but was that really a bad thing?

He then managed to snap out of his thoughts and return to the current conversation, for such things could be returned to at a later time. "I simply do what I know is right or appropriate, my lady, and if it all makes you happy, then I am glad to have succeeded in doing so. I also thank you for your encouragement, although there are many times when you have implied that I am inadequate in certain areas. I trust that you have seen an improvement?"

Her kiss felt... pleasant. All logic aside, his relationship with Raven was something he honestly wanted. It was the first thing he could remember desiring that he was not told he should desire. That was not wrong, was it? It could be, if the safety of his family was at risk. It was all very overwhelming at the moment, perhaps speaking with Allister and Mathazar might ease his mind a little.

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"I wish I was jesting but I was so angry with your father and what he did to my family along with many others from where I lived I will admit rage and anger along with revenge had clouded my judgement so yes I did used you in the beginning I used Mathazar generosity to bring me to the palace after I saved him to get close to you since you are the heir and the heir fiancée has access to getting close to the king....." Raven said as she looked down. "You must hate me now after learning the truth about my true intentions but I swear I no longer am after revenge or to shed any blood not after being with you and being with you and of course I have seen an improvement in you Eleiezer." Raven said with a smile and took his hand.

"I really do like you a lot to the point were I even started falling in love with you even though I still dislike your father I do not wish for revenge I just wish to be happy with you and help protect people of this kingdom with you." Raven said to him with a smile.

"I just hope you do not think to ill of me after what I told you but I just did not want to keep it a secret anymore and if I have to re earn your trust I am willing to do what I can to do so....I don't want to lose being by your side Eliezer." Raven said meaning it she just did not desire vegence or to go through with Mathazar bidding.

Raven soon just enjoyed her time with Eliezer just being with him for the past few days she could see him actually being truly happy an smiling more narutally and not that oh must smile for its my royalty thing to do. But after many hours of past Raven noticed the sun was setting and checked the time on her pocket watch. "Well i better be getting back I am sure my brother Andy must be driven to his wits ends after watching the orphaned children today in my absents." SHe siad with a small giggle and put on her new brooch that she got from Eliezer for she truly loved it and was going to treasure.

She then looked at him before giving him another kiss on the cheek. "I hope we can meet again soon ELeizer." She siad with a smile and soon left to return back to her home and to help Andy's its the kids along with discussing moving the orphans out of the city to protect them from Mathazar.

Allister came out of no where again. "Looks like you two had a fun date today and she must really loved your gift for she is wearing it now." He said as he cleared the table from the now empty tray of snack and empty tea cups. "Its nice to see you so happy honestly this is the most happy I have ever seen from you prince Eliezer." Allister said with a smile but knew he was seting a dangerous path forward for he sent word that he had finally found the heir and the next step is prevent the king or the princes.....especially Mathazar know that dear Raven is actually the missing heir to the lunar kingdom the grand daughter of King Richard and daughter of prince Aster or Lunar. "Though I must say it seems like something heavy weighs on your mind would you like to come inside and talk about it or would you also like to have your brother opinion on the matter also?" Allister asked the young prince.

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Eliezer did understand Raven's anger towards his family and her initial desire to harm them, but the clash in their interests was apparent. The sensible thing to do would be to stop seeing her so that he would be at peace knowing he had done all he could to keep his family safe. However, the fact that she had revealed such information to him was leading him to believe everything she had said about only wanting to be with him now. In addition, Raven could be the change that Dainia sorely needed. He could ask for advice from those whom he regularly confided in, but the decision would ultimately be his, and he would have to take responsibility for any consequences resulting from that decision.

He nodded and stood with her when she expressed that she needed to return home. "Oh, of course. I apologize for keeping you from your duties, but do write to the palace when you get the chance, my lady."

He returned her kiss with one on her forehead, and then watched as she happily left. Seeing her in such a mood, a light smile of satisfaction crossed his own face without him realizing it. Perhaps he should return to the village one day and bring gifts to surprise the orphans under her care. He was certain that she would greatly appreciate such a gesture. Was he finally feeling it? The desire to make another happy without an obligation or the thought of one's personal gain? This was care, or even love, was it not? Unfortunately, he soon fell into the trap of attempting to rationalize his current feelings for her, as he would do with any other inexplicable feeling he would experience.

What was it about her exactly, that made him feel such a way? Could other factors have influenced this? With such questions in mind, he was becoming aware of how his doubts in himself had caused him to be so skeptical of Raven's love for him. Deep down, he had never believed that he was someone who could be loved. He had always thought that he had a clear understanding of who he was as a person, of all his capabilities as well as his limitations. Clearly, there was still more about himself that he has yet to discover. His thoughts were interrupted when the butler startled him. Allister made some comments as he collected the dishes, and Eliezer watched him for some time before speaking.

"Your concern for my emotional well-being is greatly appreciated," the prince began before he let out a soft sigh, remembering the odd interaction between his butler and his lady. "It is apparent that you have knowledge about Lady Omrea that you have not revealed to me. I implore you, Allister, tell me what you know."

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Allister looked at Eliezer as he cleared the table and looked away for a second. "I had checked on her for you since she had no record in this town or in the other kingdom you suspected her to be from Lunar." He explained to him as had all the dishes in his hands and had the young prince follow him and had another servent take the tray of dishes. "As head butler of this castle my job is to make sure you are safe so I might have pushed her buttons a few times prying for information but I will say this." He said as he had the prince enter his office. "That girl has no knowledge she is from Lunar from what I can tell her parents never told her a way to probably protect her." Allister said as he sat in his chair and pulled the map out and showed Eliezer where the forest was where the raid happened and where Raven lived and the distance from from Lunar and their kingdom. "It is a few good miles away from the main kingdom but it is in Lunar territory and not many nobles go into the forest for it mainly consist of wood cutters, farmers, and other simple jobs that the low class do and take it into the main part of Lunar to sell." Allister explained to the young prince.

"Her parents if indeed her farther was noble which I truly do believe due to that pocketwatch she posses I think they changed their laws name to hid themeelves and Raven from his family." Allister said to him as he looked at the young prince. "I believe her father was protecting Raven from the nobility world not because he wanted her to be called insignificant because he was scared his family would take her away and prevent them getting to her for some nobility will practice taking their grandchildren away from their own when they marry outside their rank they will disown their children but take the first born grandchild by force and raise it as their own claiming its their son or daughter when reality they are not." Allister finished explaining to the prince. "Her parents must of not wanted to happen so to protect her more is to move in an area away from nobles and royalty would not dare to go too then kept her in the dark who her grandparents are and where they reside originally to make sure raven did not suffer the same fate her father went through before meeting her mother." Allister said as he sat back in his chair.

Allister looked at the prince Eliezer and was debating on revealaing what he learned but feared that the walls have ears lately for he had felt like he has been spied on. "But from what I did learn is that you can not tell her this for I was able to coax her mothers name and maiden name and I learned that her mother is actually my sister...........meaning Raven is actually my niece." Allister said looking at Eliezer dead in the eye when he revealed that small part of what he actually knew. "My missing sisters daughter and to only learn my sister is dead and I have a niece soI have no clue how to really react around the girl now." Allister said with a sigh as he sat back in is chair waiting for his reaction.