[System]
Well, you said full character sheet. Here he is.
Age: 17 (though he looks younger)

Race: Sheikah

Appearance:
Cricket is of average height and lean, with thick white hair and tawny skin. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket's ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded cloak covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with knives of various sizes, including two particularly large and nasty ones, very similar to Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly.

Stats-
Hearts: 3
Strength: 4
Magic: 1

Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.

As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.

Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Knives, various (8), Deku Nuts (20), Fiddle (in case), Traveling rations, Canteen

Rupees: 50

Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.

Cricket himself is rather musically inclined. He is adept with the harp, flute, and has particular talent with the fiddle, which he takes with him when travelling. Martially, he is skilled with one-handed, sharp objects, preferring speed and stealth to larger, slower blades. He has become quite proficient with Deku Sticks, using them in the same manner as rattan staves, as well. His main talent in combat, however, is thrown weapons. Growing up with the Hero's own boomerang, he trained with it from an early age. Throwing other weapons, or improvised weapons, came very readily to him. Knives, spikes, deku nuts, even rocks from the ground are deadly effective in his hands.

Like most of his clan, Cricket was trained to be a stealthy agility monster. He stays to the shadows when possible and out of close range unless absolutely necessary (or they don't know he's there). Cricket does not block, he dodges. He does not parry, he attacks the weapon. If the bad guy must be taken out, and there is no diplomatic solution available, he prefers it to be quiet, decisive, and in their sleep. His clan has won many battles this way, even before the enemy was aware a battle was taking place. Also, like many in his clan, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat; enough to incorporate elements into combat.

Now, about his name - For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.

Fun facts: Cricket rarely speaks, preferring to communicate with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. It's a shame, he has an angelic singing voice that few outside of his clan ever hear. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Further, he does possess a trace of Hylian in his bloodline, brought into his family by the very ancestor who passed down the Boomerang.

Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren't always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.

[User]
Rida knew that the creature was almost finished now. She raised her hand as Greg looked back to her. He then jumped into the air quite high. He then came down spinning his beak aimed right at the Octoracka. "Remix his face." Rida said as Greg came spiraling right at the Octoracka drilling a hole right through the head and into the ground. A few feathers could be seen flying through the air due to Greg doing some molting lately.

After the feathers and dust had cleared Rida smiled as Greg came flying back to her in his now smaller form. Rida grabbed him and threw him into the air in celebration before catching him again and hugging him. "That was so good Greg! You get extra cucco feed tonight!" Rida said with a smile as she hopped up and down herself hugging Greg.

Cia meanwhile just watched Rida while straching the back of her head. "That kid never ceases to amaze me, she's so young yet so violent." Cia said as she released her Hook Shots from the Octorockas head.

[Assistant] Araris sighed, relived It is over., he took off his mask, instantly reverting to his original form. Now where in the hell did my sword get to? He wondered. He got up on the monster's corpse and walked on it to land. He raise his eyebrow at the messy end it had met. "Hey," He said jokingly to the girl, "Do you think its dead?" HE chuckled. "Man, coccos are scary."

[User]
With the attack of the Cucco the movement of the Octoroaka's long body ceased like the freezing of a river in the winter. The scarlet hue began to fade into a deep dark brown that rotted into black. For a brief moment it smelled terrible but then they body withered away, slowly shrinking into a tiny Octo which sunk into the water.

Then oddly enough it shot out projectiles from the water. However, these werent cannon balls. They were various boons!

Three full Heart Containers glistened like diamonds while two Strength bangles sat on the shore. Over in the calm waves was an ancient potion bottle which no doubt contained something beneficial to a magic user. How these rewards would be shared had yet to be decided.

"Wow! I've never seen a creature drop so many things at once! You'd think we just killed a legion of mosters for all that stuff! HHey Rida! Your Cucco is pretty awesome. How the heck did you train it to do that!" Viv was brimming with excitment but tthere were other matters to worry about.

Turning to see the one who wore that odd warrior mask, Viv waved. "HHey! That was realy awesome Of you to help. Whats your name? Im Viv from the Heroes Club. You are sooo getting recruited!"

[Assistant]
Rida gave a big smile to Viv as she held Greg. "It's not really training, Greg just knows what to do!" Rida said with a smile as Greg jumped out of her arms and quickly ran towards the man who had the fierce Deity Mask. In truth Rida and Greg had a sort of connected mind. They didn't always have the connection but it was there when they needed it. Greg meanwhile ran straight for the Araris and quickly started to rub on his leg. This confirmed the man as being a descendant.

Cia meanwhile just smiled at the two as she walked towards Pallus. "Good job kid!" Cia said with a smile to him. Cia had always seen Pallus as a sort of little brother and as such tried to look after him when she could. Though she saw most of the club as her family, even though she stunk at cooking she always tried to cook for them, yet always burned something no matter how hard she worked.

[User]
Viv Grabbed a Heart for himself while it seemed the others grabbed what they wanted. An amazing amount of rupees was just laying everywhere around the lake.

"What are we going to do about all these cannon balls? Wait... just how many are there?" He asked, seeing a good twenty just laying on the sand alone. He looked past the sand and saw the tall grass littered too. "Woah they are.. everywhere."

Viv crouched down, facing forward he started for a slow jog then made it a quick run. On that he flapped his wings and created lift for himself to get in the air. He flew higher up until he could see a little of the village. It was not looking good, small circles of various sizes were covering piles of wood. People were spread around, picking up their personal objects and wooden boards. His victory smile flipped like he did in mid air. Going back to the others he swooped to the ground.

"The village is totally wrecked." Viv said, feeling sick just thinking about all the people possibly injured or... dead.

(This assumes everyone got what they wanted based on what I read. Viv, Ulu, and Pallus got a Heart container. Rida and Araris get a Strength Bangle. Minadi gets the ancient magic potion. Rai and Cia get 100 1000 rupees each. The Party obtains 1 phase of character growth at the end of the chapter... which is now.)

[Assistant] Araris eventually found the hilt of his sword buried upright in the sand. He inspected the foot or so of blade left on it for damage, finding none, he sheathed it and walked back to where the rest of them where standing. He heard Viv and winced, looking around. "Yeah that battle really did a number on this place. Come on, lets get back to the club and make proper introductions before they make us pay for the damages." He said to Viv.

[User]
^^^^Rai^^^^

Rai looked around the village after the monster came down. He flew down next to the others and grabbed some rupees. The village was reduced to nothing but gravel. Important stores destroyed, homes knocked over, Rai had never seen so much destruction in one place before. He saw tat Viv was talking to the others who fought, he went up and pulled on his wing lightly to get his attention. "Hey Viv....Ummmm, what are we gonna do about the village? I mean it is destroyed, and I hope no one got hurt really bad. I don't know I tried to help but-" He stopped with a deep exhale of air and breathed for the first time.
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~~~~Ulu~~~~

Ulu looked around and saw all the destruction and carnage. People were picking up their belongings or what's left of them. He looked at his fellow guild members and gave them a genuine smile.

He approached his sister and swung his arm around her. "Well we broke the town again, what would mom and dad say. Well anyways how are you feeling." He said this with a sly smile.

[Assistant]
Breaking post-skirmish tension, a single note of rosin stringed music cut through the air, drawing attention primarily because of how out of place it seemed, circumstances considered. Another note followed, joined by another, and another; expertly strung together by skillful, dexterous hands. A cunning and soulful interpretation of the Hero's Song expressed itself through an intricately worked fiddle, filling the hearts of those listening with pride and hope.

The source of these dulcet tones, however, made some uneasy. A crop of white hair cascaded over long, pointed ears pierced in several places with small rings of worked gold. Eyes, intelligent and red hued, took in their surroundings, one of which bore a mark that few still remembered: Three black triangles over, and a single black teardrop underneath, tattooed permanently. These markings inferred the disturbing rumor that no, their people had not all departed the world. He was Sheikah. Ramming further proof of his heritage home to the now growing onlookers, no one seems to have remembered him entering the town, before or after the battle at the dock. It was as if he failed to exist until the first notes of his music caressed the souls of those nearby.

Slowly he stood, atop the rubble of a downed building, moving slowly and allowing all to see him. Such actions flew in the face of what was known about his people. They are not seen easily, and do not expose themselves to the light without good reason. Two obvious weapons girded his form, short blades common to his people, buckled over a mottled brown cloak. Dark clothing and boots peek from beneath his outer garb, contrasting his fresh, youthful features. Nimbly, still playing every note flawlessly, he descends the pile of ruined building, placing one foot in front of the other until reaching the ground. The crescendo of the Hero's Song swelled as the strange one closed his eyes briefly, feeling the moment, and abruptly stopped.

With practiced hands, he quickly put away his instrument and produced from the back of his belt a largish boomerang of nigh ethereal craftsmanship. A Relic of the Hero, without mistake. Holding it in a firm but non-threatening manner, he faced the recent combatants and brought his arms out wide beside him, allowing his cloak to open further and reveal his clothing more, a shadowy copy of Sheikah and Kokiri design, accented by several knife hilts strategically placed for ease of removal. He flashed a sincere, boyish smile, and nodded slightly at those around him.

The Hero's Song? The Relic? Maybe he was trying to communicate something, but he stood mute, warm expression despite his otherwise dark appearance.


[System]
Age: 16
Power: mystery
Bio: grew up on the streets.

[User] Down the dark streets of night walked a hooded boy with his head hanging low. He had just lost the person that meant the world for him. To think that she had even made it able for him to come here, after her death. He was supposed to come earlier, but he had been caught up with trafic and other stuff. He was now standing outside the building that was supposed to be his new home, hesitating to if he should knock or not.

[Assistant]
@YamiCuoreLaroux
Katherin nodded and allowed the other two to help her to her room. The housekeeper showed each child their room. She made sure that they had what the needed. Katherin was glad to have a quiet place to lay down. She had never had a room of her own. It was sort of an overwhelming. She laid on the bed once she found it and closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.
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EARLY THE NEXT MORNING
A bell rang through the building calling the kids to breakfast. The smell of bacon filled the house.

[User] Jacob had slept outside the door that night since he was nervous to disturb someone. He was now standing in front of the door again and took a deep breath. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. He was shaking a bit because the sun stil hadn't warmed up the morning yet. He could stand heat, but not coldness. He had heard a bell so the others were most likely awake. At least he hoped.

[Assistant] The housekeeper headed to the door at the sound of the knock. She hoped today wouldnt be as crazy as yesterday. She was going to have a hard enough of a time keeping up with the new arrivals she already had. She opened the door to see a boy there. "Come in. Go sit in the kitchen please."

[User] He tensed up at the sound of the door opening, but then he saw an old lady. She seemed nice and had a warm aura about her. "U-um... Okay..." he answered nervously and went in. He took off his shoes and looked around the room. It really had a homey feeling about it. It looked quite new despite how it looked outside, but he might be wrong since he had lived with an old woman that liked old things. He found a room that he thought was the kitchen and sat down.

[Assistant] Mystique woke up to the smell of bacon frying and hurried put on her nicest clothes before she brushed her long hair. Once her hair was brushed Mystique hurried down to breakfast. She a boy come inside with the housekeeper but she couldn't quite hear what the housekeeper said so she follow the boy to where he went. She walked into the kitchen where the bacon was being fried. She smiled at the new boy.

[User] Jacob saw a girl that seemed to follow him to the kitchen. She was like him, right? She smiled at him and he attempted to smile back. It probably didn't look very good since he forced himself to do it. He knew no one there and felt really insecure after all. He didn't attempt to start a conversation with her. He took a deep breath and noticed the smell of bacon. He almost started drewling at the smell.

[Assistant]
Mystique shyly walked to the young boy.
"Hi. My name is Mystique. I am new here. Are you new too? I think that bacon smells so good that I wish that I could have a whole plateful. What about you?"

[User] Jacob was surprised at how many questions the younger girl asked him. He became a bit pale. He wasn't used to talk to people since most just stayed away from him. "M-my name is Jacob... Just got here this morning..." He wasn't going to tell her that he spent the night outside the house. That would be really embarrassing.

[Assistant]
"Can I sit by you? I just came here yesterday. I have a room and a bed. I even have a new doll and new clothes. Do you have anything to play with." Mystique asked as she sat down next to Jacob.
"We could be friends, you know."

[User] He looked away from her and focused in order to pick up everything she said and register it. It seemed he never had time to answer anything. "No, I don't have anything to play with... But it doesn't matter wither way..." he mumbled. He wasn't sure why she would like to be friends with someone like him, but he thought that she wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

[Assistant]
"Awww that's too bad." she looked at her doll. Then she remembered that she had an old rubber ball up in her room."I'll be right back." She hurried off to her room and took out the old red rubber ball and hurried back to the kitchen.
"Here is a ball for you so you have a toy. I have three more so its ok. Besides if we are to be friends, we need to share and help each other, right?"

[User]
@Diabolicalrhapsody

The boy looked away with a slight blush when the girl smiled and nodded in reply, a little unsure about giving or being given direct eye contact. Taking the tablet back carefully, he switched the voice back to the setting he usually used. "You're welcome."

The British accent he had become so used to hearing was oddly comforting after being unable to communicate as regularly even for just that afternoon. Perhaps he had become a little too dependent on the device, but it was just so much easier to have it around. "The rooms are just upstairs. I'll take you to them."

Turning back to the hallway, he slowly led them up to the stairs, trying to make sure that he didn't lose them on the way until he reached the upper landing. From there, he brought them down the dormitory hallway until he found two of the empty rooms still available. "These tow should still be open. We will be called to breakfast by the bell in the morning. Have a good night." Bowing his head slightly out of habit, he quickly left back down the hall to his own room to get ready for bed. The next day would likely be even busier, with the return to the normal schedule, so getting some rest sounded like the best idea in the world at the moment.

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When he woke up the next morning to the sound of the bell, the dark haired boy blinked the sleep slowly out of equally dark eyes and noticed that somehow, he had gotten through the night without another nightmare. Shifting his head on the pillow to look over at the tablet sitting on the table near his bed, along with his bell, he stayed there thinking for another minute before getting up and starting to ready himself for the day.

Once again, he knew that he shouldn't keep the housekeeper waiting if he could avoid it. That was routine. He couldn't break it without permission.

[Assistant]
Aaron did his best to get settled into his new room. It was not fancy like it had. been at the estate, but that much was to be expected. He took a seat on his bed. When he finally got there, tears streamed down his cheeks. He had made it; his trials were over. Aaron wanted nothing more than to finally be able to settle down, after all that had he had gone through on the streets.

After calming down, he opened up his bag that had be slung over his shoulder all day, and actually all years. Inside were his books. He had used them to keep himself busy, and calm, when he was on the streets. Other than his sister, they were the only thing he had fond memories of. He took out his copy of Lord Byron's Don Juan, and read it for a little bit, until Aaron was ready for that much-wanted sleep.

Aaron woke up to the smell of bacon. He was glad to be woken to the smell of bacon. Aaron thought to dress himself, but he then remembered he was wearing his only clothes. A little embarrassed about how he must look, he slowly got out of bed and went downstairs.

[User]
[Leera]
Leera smiled after her little show of power, though felt considerably drained afterwards, and slowly started to drop towards the ground, just barely catching herself in a crouching position. Bironica came running over, kneeling beside Leera. "Are you okay?" Bironica asked Leera, already trying to grab her friend by the shoulders and lift her up. "Yeah yeah... I'm... alright." Leera said, almost about to push Bironica off, but didn't have the strength to do it. With Bironica's help, Leera stood up off the ground, and looked over at Josive holding both Leera's and Bironica's bags.

[Josive]
The orphanage lady, the one in charge Josive could only assume, announced demonstration was over for the day, and it was time to head off upstairs. Josive turned back towards Leera and Bironica, huffing over too them with his friends' three bags. "You didn't... have to pack so heavy ya know..." "And you... didn't have to... run from the orphanage... either." Leera managed to get out in-between breaths. "No no Leera, don't speak, you just exerted yourself... don't waste your energy more than you need to." Bironica scolded Leera, who simply rolled her eyes in response. "You two didn't have to come along at any point... neither of you received a letter, so you might just be sent back anyway." Josive said to his two friends.

The three of them walked after the crowd, following them up the stairs. "Well, goodnight ladies. See ya in the morning." Josive bowed to his friends, setting the bags at his feet and opening the door for them both. After they entered, he slid the bags in through the door, and closed it behind him before they could reply.

He walked off towards his own room, threw off his backpack, and tossed himself on the bed. "I could get used to this. My own room, my own bed... what next... my own meal?" he laughed to himself, before slowly dozing off and falling asleep on top of the covers.

[Bironica]
Bironica walked Leera over to the bed, setting her down on the side of it. "Alright, alright, I can take care of myself now." Leera waved her friend away. Bironica let out a small sigh, "Are you sure? I'll be right in the next room if you need anything." she said, standing up and slowly backing up for the door. Once she got there, she stopped, and waited for Leera to respond. She didn't. Bironica let out another sigh, and picked up purse, throwing it over her shoulder, and picking up her other bag, leaving Leera's bag behind. "Goodnight." she said, closing the door and walking next door to her own room.

Upon entering her own room, Bironica breathed in heavily, trying to smell the air insider her room. "Huh, no stinky cheese smell." she wondered to herself. She smiled, before leaping into the bed and grabbing the nearest pillow to terrorize. After she got her excitement out, she sat there for a few moments, taking in the room. It wasn't much... but it was much, much more than she had ever had. It would do nicely.

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[Leera]
Leera woke up first, a change of pace in her life. It was usually Bironica who woke up first, all excited and hyper, ready to tackle the day with everything she got. But today, Leera was up first. She just woke up from a nightmare, a nightmare brought on from her dark powers... one outcome she had forgotten after not using her powers in a long time. She had already forgotten what the nightmare was about... but she didn't want to let it go. She wanted to remember what it was about, what made her so afraid... but she couldn't.

She shuddered it off, standing out of bed, and getting a quick change of clothes. After that, she opened her door and stepped outside her room, half-expecting Bironica to come jumping out at her. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. She slowly walked over to Bironica's room, and opened the door... to find her all cozied up in the blanket and all the pillows she could find in the room. Leera smiled a little bit, never having the chance to ever watch her friend sleep. It was adorable, almost like a puppy-dog chasing something in it's dream.

[Bironica]
"Wakey wakey! Rise and shine!" Leera screamed over Bironica, giving her friend a mighty scare as she leaped out from under the covers like a loose spring in the mattress. "WAH! OH! WHO? WHERE!" she screamed, holding a pillow in front of her like a shield from the attacking monster. Once she got a good look at the laughing-fit filled monster, known as Leera, she tossed her pillow menacingly at her, who didn't even blink at the horrible attack.

"Don't DO THAT!" Bironica yelled at her, scooping up the blankets around her and holding them tighter around her. "It gives me the heebie-jeebies... Bironica frowned at her friend, feeling genuinely afraid. "Ooooh, toughen up you! That was nothing." Leera bellow at Bironica, cross-referencing her nightmare as she said those words... but still not quiet remembering what it was about. "Come on, hurry up already. I'm never awake before you. Leera said to her friend, before walking out the door without her. "W-wait! I'm coming!" Bironica yelled out, quickly digging through her clothing and throwing something on as fast as she possibly could.

[Josive]
Josive woke up in his own bed, well rested, and refreshed. He leaned upwards, stretching after a few moments of just sitting there, then swung his feet over the ledge of the bed. He grabbed his book out of his bag, and quickly wrote down a quick draft of his dream, then closing it and setting it on the bed. He pulled out his little pouch out of his backpack, and put his book and pencil in it before zipping it up and leaving it on the bed. After getting dressed, he grabbed his book/pencil bag, tossed it over his shoulder, and walking outside his room.

The quick scent of bacon teased Josive in the opposite direction, but he continued onward towards his friends. By the time he reached them, he heard a bell ring off in the distance, signaling everyone else to wake up and come eat. "Good morning." Josive greeted, waving them after him and turning around to lead the way. "So, everyone have a nice sleep?" Josive asked his friends. He looked at Leera, who avoided his glare and question somberly.

"Oh, oh! I slept well! I had a dream, that I was outside the house, dancing with the grass!" Bironica leaped into the air with her enthusiasm. "Oh... wait... I did that yesterday. Nevermind! I can't remember what I dreamed about." Bironica giggled innocently. Leera grunted lightly, storming off ahead of Josive and Bironica. "What's her problem?" Josive asked. Bironica shrugged.

[Assistant] Katherin woke to the sounds of kids. It was a nice sound. Better than some of the sounds she had woken to in the past. She smiled as she climbed out of bed. It took her some time to get dressed. She had to learn where everything was kept and that would take time. She hoped that she didn't look bad. The bad thing about being blind was that she had no idea what she was wearing. She straightened her clothing and hoped for the best as she headed out of her room.


[System]
"Eventually there's a point where gaming becomes very advanced mathematics. Luckily, I'm also good at math."
Age: 19

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115

Tomoko isn't by any means a tall person, nor a strong one. By no means is she overweight, but it's not going to really take more than one look to tell she has no interest in physical exercise. Similarly, other than keeping it cut short and combing it so she isn't walking around with bedhead, she makes no real effort to pretty up her simply brown hair either. Typical Tomoko fashion includes a green waist-length raincoat with frog eyes on the hood (her favorite), jeans, and green rubber boots.
Likes: Winning, video games, math, frogs, wet weather, minty foods, hot drinks, trying new things, being good at whatever she's doing, praise, competition

Dislikes: Losing, gambling, changing residence, gum, sour things, cold, luck-based games, haters, non-predatory birds, violence, salt, being ignored

Party Trick: Human calculator. Tomoko's brain uses the areas associated with speech to perform math. This means math literally comes to her as naturally as speaking; she's fluent in the language of numbers, one could say. She can solve ridiculous equations in about the time it would take anyone else to put it into a calculator, if not faster depending on the length of the equation.

Profession: Student at Shine City Academy, pursuing a programming major. Has also been starting to take to tournaments, considering the possibility of becoming a pro gamer.

Bio/Personality: Tomoko strives for greatness in everything she does, and it shows. When she's doing well she's high on victory, and when faced with defeat she quickly falls into apathy and the single-minded desire to claim her place at the top again. The life in her eyes and the spring in her step correlate with her win/loss ratio, or any winning/losing streaks she may be facing. Sometimes a losing streak can cause Tomoko to just isolate herself from everyone else, not leaving her room for days, weeks, or sometimes even months at a time. As long as she can pull a victory out of her hat though, rest assured she'll bounce back eventually.

This insatiable thirst for greatness stems from a very not-so-great past. Tomoko was and still is an extremely intelligent child, years ahead of other children her age in many subjects. However, at least from her perspective, this amazing brainpower of hers was being squandered and wasted by a nomadic lifestyle and the only school she ever knew being her homeschooling. Sometimes she'd get angry and run away. Other times she'd get depressed and lock herself in her room. When she was 12, eventually Tomoko had just given up. No more anger, no more sadness, no more anything really. On all levels except the physical, she'd accepted that maybe not all stars got to shine, and had completely shut down. For a time, she was certain that the scattered few video games she'd get on occasion were her only release from this wasteful existence.

For a time.

Part of the reason for her family's nomadic lifestyle was her mother having more than a little bit of a gambling problem. Whatever money was made quickly found its way into casinos, then underground gambling dens, and eventually lottery tickets. Well wouldn't you know it, one day Mrs. Kimura's existential losing streak had come to an end. Things started improving, and eventually Tomoko - 17 at the time - was able to finally enroll in a real school. Being able to compare her grades to other students and seeing that she was still doing better than more or less the entire school started to snap her out of her long depression. Finding more and more people to play video games with and ultimately besting all of them sealed the deal.

By graduation, she was back on top in grades, gaming, and in spirit. She moved on to get scholarships to Shine City Academy, certain of the path she wanted to take in life. A year later, we have the Tomoko of today. She can sometimes have random fits of anger or sadness, and she takes terribly to losing, but she can be a very thorough and helpful teacher to those not so good with games. She also likes to try and analyze a pattern in any given thing as often as possible, claiming that the whole world can be broken down into numbers, and that as long as she knows what numbers she's working with, she'll become unstoppable. This star is determined to shine.
As a gamer, uses the tag "Kerokero Kyuukyoku" (ケロケロ 究極, lit. "Ribbit Ribbit Ultimate".

In games, Tomoko's path toward determining a main begins with finding out who is in the highest tier, then finding out who has the highest skillcap among them. Once she's picked a main, however, it almost never changes.

Favored game type is MOBAs.

[User]
The soft chime of the store's doorbell rung throughout the small station as Kaori's second customer made her entrance, though with Kaori being in the back helping someone else, it would likely come as a surprise as to who had just come in through the door. The vagrant smell of flowers assaulted Ryoki's nostrils like a soft flame, as the colourful flower room gave off the feeling of a rainbow shining all it's glorious colours unto the earth. Looking about the store momentarily from the entrance, Ryoki noticed how there wasn't anyone tending to the shop, though seeing as the shop wasn't closed, she knew the clerk was likely off doing something or another. Noticing the bell at the front desk, the thought of pressing it entered her mind, however she ultimately resisted the urge. She didn't want to annoy the staff by summoning them, only to find herself browse the shop for a half hour...

That said, Ryoki decides to take a look around at all the beautiful flowers which she could purchase. She knew she could buy something with her family's money and buy the biggest, most beautiful flowers they had, however that wouldn't feel right. No, Ryoki was going to buy something for her parents with what she had and what she earned. Of course, she didn't have an awful lot of money to spare, but nonetheless, Ryoki was sure she could buy them something that was both somewhat inexpensive and beautiful. Well, it wasn't for certain, but she at least had to try. If worse came to worst, she could always change her gift to be something else. She didn't have to get her parents flowers. Though flowers would be ideal.

And so, whilst humming the tune of a new song in-the-making, Ryoki began to browse the innumerable flowers in which she could choose, hoping to find something that looked beautiful, smelled lovely and had a decent price tag... This was going to be a challenge...

[Assistant]
Algorithm

"Oooh?" Livius leaned forward with a grin that was even wider than before. Livius was an avid baker, as well as a dedicated cook. Although he definitely didn't seem to be the baking type, it was a hobby that he enjoyed enough to make it a job, as he worked at the Tiny Snowflake. He wouldn't think about leaving there, no matter how much he joked about it. He was comfortable with the environment and people who worked there. But he didn't give a thought about giving money to the competition.

"Magician?" He questioned, although not in an impolite manner. He leaned back, wondering how large the business and demand for magicians went. Was it a viable career? He didn't know, so he couldn't really judge. "That's interesting! I've never seen a magician perform." His parents had never bothered with such activities, or really even spending time with him outside of events that would help their reputation. Still, Zac's wording was enough to provoke his curiosity.

"Boooo." He pouted when Zac refused to fill him him, leaning back further in the seat in a moping manner. "Why tease me like that? How mean." He jibed, but sprung back into a gleeful demeanor quite quickly. "Maybe I'll see if I can get you somewhere. My boss knows a lot of venue managers who could possibly pull some strings." He offered. Livius wasn't against using slightly underhanded strategies in order to get what he desired, or in order to help his friends.

"Are you sure?" Livius leered at Zac's comment about the maid outfit. "I think it'd suit you just fine." Contrary to what Zac might think of his comment, Livius really wasn't joking.

[User]
"A Christmas present for a gardener!" The girl exclaimed. "We have lots of things for tending gardens! Flower garden, veggie gardens, herb gardens~" It almost seemed as though this girl was in her own little world, but then she addressed the blond. "Here, towards the back!" Amaya followed the cheerful red headed employee to the back of the store. "Decorations, how to books, tools, gloves, aprons, even sun hats! The ones with humming birds on the ribbon are my favourite." Hmm, there sure were a lot of things to choose from. At first she was overwhelmed, but then took a moment to wrap her head around what kind of person her secret Santa was. She loved being outdoors, and tending to plant life. However, Amaya had to remind herself that she was a college student and didn't have much space to do what she wanted. "Do you know what kinds of plants your friend tends to?" the young girl asked, "If you do it may help you narrow down some of your choices!"

"Well, first of all she's a college student who lives in the dorms, so she doesn't have much space to grow larger plants. I think something to do with flowers would work better." The brown eyed girl thought out loud. "Perhaps a potted flower. Oh, she really likes the color purple, so maybe a purple flower," Amaya was simply speaking the first words that came out of her mouth. During these kinds of times it helped her think, but sometimes made her look ridiculous because she was too deep into thought to apply common sense, or a different factor or what she was thinking about. "If I'm going to get her a flower, then I should also buy some things to help her maintain the growth of the flower." All of a sudden, an obvious thought hit her. "Oh! But it's winter isn't it? Aren't flowers out of season?" Amaya asked. She felt so stupid for not realizing it before.

[Assistant]
After finishing her chores (who could think that living alone would be so hard?) for yet another day, Iruka locked her dorm room and decided to take a short stroll to the nearest convenience store and buy herself a bento and a few other things that she was in need of (don't ask what, dumb!).

If, but only if, Iruka had a bigger budget to manage, she would go to Shine Junction and eat something on one of the restaurants there, but you can't expect a jobless/nearly broke student to be able to do that. Thus, Iruka sighed, resigned once again to rely on the marvelous wonder of microwave food. Once she had bought all she needed to and checked her phone to see that she still had plenty of time left for herself. What better way to kill it than on the arcade?

"Perhaps, I could play a bit of pachinko, who knows if I might win something?" At first, Iruka thought about playing mahjong, but there were too many younger children around the tables and it would be uncomfortable for a college aged girl to join them, so Iruka opted for another simple game. Following that, got herself some tickets and began to walk around the arcade, trying to find a free pachinko machine.

[User]
Another day in this city of his. Another day of mysteries and hidden truths, faded values and little white lies. Shrine City was many things, of course. Love, life, and luxury were a few of the many things to be found here. After all, with all youth of today, who could say any different?

Oliver took a drag of his cigarette, lifting up a photograph of a young woman who had came to him for a prior case, blowing smoke across the faded film. Such a young woman, with her curly brown locks and tender gaze that captured the soul with cognac colored eyes. He couldn't forget her, how she'd been looking for her boyfriend who had gone missing for a week after leaving for a fishing trip. He had just vanished, never returning her texts, all calls going to voicemail.

The detective thought it was the first of something serious in his long career of private investigation, getting his hopes up in preparation of what he thought would be a defining moment in his career. Yet, like so many cases before it, it resulted only in disappointment.

It turns out the boyfriend has sent his sweetheart and email stating he was in the next town, forgetting his phone charger and forgetting to call her on a payphone just outside the hotel he was staying at. Oliver had wasted his time over a lady who didn't check her emails, with the only thing bearing fruit of his efforts was an adequate sum of Yen with a USD equivalent of five hundred US dollars.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

Another dame he remembered due to her stupidity.

Ah well, there was always next time, he guessed.

"I've been cooped up in my office for too long," he muttered to himself, standing from his desk and rolling down the sleeves of his shirt. "I need some coffee, been a while since I had any." Buttoning down his vest, he combed back his hair, reaching for the coat rack and slipping on his overcoat. Not forgetting his tasteful fedora, he took another drag from his cigarette before snuffing it in the ash tray he kept on his desk, before taking another one out from his pocket.

He'd suck on it for now, and light it when he actually got to the cafe.

.......

It had been a quick drive for him, pulling into the parking lot in his Bentley Continental GT Convertible. He stepped out, and sauntered up the front entrance.

"Mochavine Bar and Cafe, huh? Interesting..."

Strolling to the bar, he placed a hand on the counter.

"I'll take a coffee. Tall. Black. No cream or sugar."

[Assistant]
Stratus. That was a name she was well familiar with. Somebody who came to the arcade just as much as Tomoko did, and was able to keep on square footing with her at all times. It wasn't uncommon for her to set a high score just above Stratus's, then return a couple days later to see Stratus had just barely gotten over her own high score. Whoever they were, they were an interesting opponent, always upping the ante just a little bit at a time. Today, like many days, Tomoko had discovered one of her high scores had been topped. And, as always, it was Stratus.

And, as always, Tomoko was not leaving this arcade until she took her #1 spot back.

Stepping up to a fighting game machine, Tomoko slipped a couple of tokens into the slot and started her game. As long as Tomoko didn't mess up, getting her #1 spot back would be a doable task by all means. Moving the cursor to select her character, she...

Tomoko messed up. She accidentally chose the character right next to her main. A garbage-tier character she had never played for that very reason. She wasn't winning this. No way. She had been defeated. Gently, Tomoko leaned forward and placed her head on the arcade machine, waiting for the AI opponent to put her out of this arcade run's misery. She would have to try again once this was over.


[System]
Robert Adler

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bert, Robbie
Age: 48
Birthday: 6th of December
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American-German)
Birth Place: Chicago
Residence: Apartments above Grimaldi
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology
Occupation: Insurance fraud investigatior
Languages: English, German

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Appearance
Height: 5ft, 8 inches
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Chubby
Eyes: Dark grey
Hair: Dark blone, greyening
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style:

Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something.

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Psychology
Determined * Tired * Loyal * Sarcastic * Tough * Biased

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job
Personality:

Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.

But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that.

Habits: Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis.
Hobbies: Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison
Fears:
* Claustrophobia
* Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
* Alcohol withdrawel

Likes:
* Poirot
* Beer
* The end of the week
* Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
* Warm and sunny days
* Easy cases

Dislikes:
* Liars
* His boss
* Mondays
* Pasta
* Winter
* Rain

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:

* Law
* Number-Cracking
* People-Reading
* Research
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:

* Boxing
* Pistol
* Endurance
* Throwing
* Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

* Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
* Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
* Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
* Car keys
* Notebook and pen
* Apartment keys
* Access card to Insurance Company
* Glock 26
* Spare magazine (10 rounds)
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Residence:

* Laptop
* External computer storage
* Boxing gloves
* 9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each)
* Books on Law and Physcology
* His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books
* His stereo player from the 90's
* Vinyl collection (including Genesis)
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* 2004 Ford Crown Victoria

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History
What Brings You To The City:

What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far.

Life Before You Moved In:

Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents?

Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes.

For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve.

For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job.

Life Since You Moved In:

And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying.

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Extras
Character Quote: "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though.
Anything Else: "It's not a skirt!"

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

[User]
Riley Ridgeway

Location: Grimm, Indiana, Outside of the Ramada Inn -> Car Rental Place
Skills: N/A

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Riley waved at the receptionist and smiled slightly, as soon as she was out of the building she took a moment to look around, and spotted the car rental place just across the road. "It's just over here." Riley said towards Pyira as she walked across the street looking down the road for a moment. Seeing the haze still over the streets, and sighed a little bit stuffing her hands into her pockets as she walked over into the car rental place's parking lot. Seeing the place was still opened Riley pushed open the door, taking the room in as she held it open for Pyira to get inside next. She spotted the elderly man leaning against the counter doing some kind of cross word puzzle by the looks of it.

She hadn't really filled those out in a really long time, or even looked at the ones that were usually in the newspapers either as she ran a hand through her she remembered that they were pretty boring to her, eyeing the nametag on his shirt seeing his name was Bob. Riley made her way across the room until she leaned herself up against the counter a bit. Getting a better look at his face, he looked really familiar to her but she didn't really know him she remembered his son in a few grades above her. "Hey, uhm Bob right? We are here to pick up a car, Tim came by a few minutes ago said he got a rental car for us the names should be Riley and Pyira by the way." Riley said, she wasn't to sure what was in the cross word puzzle.

[Assistant]
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Priya Khurana

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 Location: Ramada Inn -> Car Rental Place
Skills:N/A

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Priya lightly brushed her nose where the bruise was. "I have make-up for it already, I just didn't bother. There's no reason for it. I think it makes me look tougher and that can be used to my advantage. Or at least garner some sympathy." She followed Riley past the desk and nodded her head in passing to the receptionist. Riley was rather friendly with her. It could be a Midwestern thing vs her New York upbringing, or perhaps Riley had a thing for her. Maybe it was even the hero's complex. Who knew?

Inside the car rental place, they walked over to a busy looking man doing a crossword. She overheard him as Riley spoke to him about their car. She was eager to get back on the road. "I believe the word you are looking for is resurrection." She waited for the man to acknowledge them and proceed with their car, all the while she debated on whether to call her partner or not. He would be meeting up soon.


[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]
Sayuri thought hard. It had been a long time since she had actually been to the archive room, "It's in the lower half of the building, I'm pretty sure the building hangs into an open cavern with water at the bottom... The room is also filled with books, scrools and papers from the library," She looks at Maddox, "That's all I can really remember, It's been forever since Ive actually been in there."

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Masahiko had been standing just outside the council room calming down for about a minute before turning and waking briskly towards the library to help Carrie. As he got closer he heard several loud bangs from down the hall, *'Sounds like Carrie has already gotten started. I'd better hurry,' he breaks into a run. He enters the library as a mage holding two blades throws Carrie into the air. As the other mage charges towards her he takes action. Running forward he reaches Carrie and pulls her back out of the way. He then turns to face the charging mage, gathers electricity around his foot, and kicks him in the chest as hard as he could, "You okay Carrie?" he removes his cape and throws it back the way he'd come, "I like Jamie but this time I can honestly say he has made a major mistake today. So Pheonix Wing mages are you sure you want to do this? Can you face two Council member?"

[Assistant]
**"Because sometimes force is what has to be done. And my Master is never wrong. I'm sorry for this."** Karn said softly, seeing as how he had no choice. He didn't want to, he actually didn't enjoy fighting unless it was for sparing, but Master Rian said if one really believes in something, in the end they have to be willing to fight for it. And Karn believed in them, even if this man didn't believe in them or the young Transformation wizard. The blonde wasn't sure what magic this man had, but he guessed he was about to find out. Quickly, Karn's body shifted into his Chimera form, the creature bigger than that of a horse, long thick tail sweeping to trip the man before lunging to the table.

He changed forms quickly to his human, shoving the book in his bag before changing again into a song bird, making a dive out the door. However there a few Rune Knights around, and he shifted back into a Chimera and barreled them over, though one managed to wrap a rope around his forepaw, causing the massive beast to fall on his side. Roaring, Karn sliced it away with claws. Growling with hackles raised before whipping his long tail against a couple to knock them over. Despite his movements, he was always careful not to hit them too hard, just enough for a knock out.


[System]
Appearance:

Costume:

Hero/Vigilante Name:
Stratosphere Seraph

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Height: 6'0 / 183cm

Weight:  156 lbs / 71 kg

Personality:
If anything, Acion is a virtuous man, with a very firm sense of moral code and heroism, even if they are different from existing ideals. A man of action that often doesn't need any prior validation from any other people for anything he does, whether it is helping a friend in need or saving a person's life, even though the latter case might put a small brake on his decision due to past incidents. Inaction is still action to him, and it is much less regretful to act and fail rather than staying still and doing nothing. Nevertheless, he still requires his own rational reasons for what he does rather than just relying on his own idea of righteousness.

Acion is also a prideful individual. He was, after all, on the competing list for one of the more prestigious Hero school for his unique style and skilled utilization of his quirk, despite being more disadvantaged in more traditional combat circumstances. He worked hard for it, to keep up with his family tradition and his dreams, and it paid off for the most part. He had a reason to be proud of his accomplishment, and consequently his lack of tolerance for petty insults. He can put up with criticism, but he doesn't at all appreciate disrespect on his, or anybody else's, honest efforts. God forbid his mannerism when he snapped to this.

Outside of these special circumstances, he's generally not a very talkative person. He isn't afraid of conversations, but chances are he will not be the one initiating it with the other party. He does lack a little bit of conversational skill and can sometimes lead to awkward situations, but regardless Acion is an understanding fellow whose empathy and sympathy will shine through during times of need.

Background:
Acion's family was almost good up until he was getting ready for his Hero school enrolment. Born with several significant mutations from their family, who only have more conventional 2 wings, Acion at first wasn't too looked upon with great eyes. But his family tree has contained some of the very successful heroes in the past, even before heroism as a business even became a thing. It was a mark of pride, and a source of great encouragement for him to work towards his goal of being a professional hero. His older sister Aurelia Nakamiji is also one of the very promising new generation of heroes, having won first places in many region-wide tournaments, which also helps his desire to not be just the ugly duckling in the family.

Acion knew he isn't going to win any prizes with his physicality, unlike his sister who never had any issues with aerial combat, but he knew better than trying to do something he's not designed to do. He spent his free time practicing flying as high as possible, trying to push his physical and mental limits, all the while coming up with his own style of combat. Eventually he did come up with it, and it proved to be quite effective in combat tests. Mock test results began to look up for the young hero, and it seemed as if he was on track to be enrolled in a Hero school as soon as the real test period comes.

However, during a camping trip with a couple of friends a few months before, a low-threat villain passing by the area found the opportunity to make some quick buck. He consequently held one of his friends captive and was demanding ransom or else. Acion didn't hesitate to not only not comply with his demands, but also engage the villain directly in combat. While his training did allow him to hold his own against a relatively no-name villain, his inexperience with actual combat meant it was quite a mess of a fight. Eventually though, with the help of his accompanying friend, they managed to subdue the villain for the authority and saved his kidnapped friend.

It sounded great to put on his resume for professional heroism, but no. Acion was accused of vigilantism, and he had to go through a long and complicated procedure to resolve the case. His family was involved, and it took a bit of their influence to sweep the case under the rug. However, it was a permanent mark on his study record, and school after school denied his enrolment due to this reason. It was his first brush through with the reality of professional heroism, and he wasn't in any sense ready to accept this. He wouldn't talk about it, but if you ask him, he would still be proud and unrepentant of what he did that day.

Eventually, a school did accept Acion into their Hero program. A relatively lesser known school with limited hero classes, but it would still give him a chance to actually become an actual professional hero.

Quirk:
Archangel Wings: Acion has a total of six wings, three pairs in total, two stretching from the back of his shoulders and four more from his backs. This magnanimous number allows him very long durations of flights and quick ascension high into from any potential sudden threats. The wings are quite sturdy and can withstand high pressures and beatings before giving in. However, having many wings to manage proves to be huge problem as it greatly hampered his agility in the air, turning back and forth in quick succession. The problem is twofold providing he is in ground combat, as he also became a relatively large silhouette to be targeted.

Other:
The Nakamiji family are great flyers, and so is Acion. He luckily inherited the family's great eyesight, capable of spotting small targets from high above, along with enhanced lung capacity, which allowed him to hold his breath underwater along with flying at higher altitude, where oxygen level is lower, for an extended period of time.

Acion is also an aviation enthusiast. He loved to play around with kites when he was a little kid, and still does if he was given the opportunity to. He also enjoys reading about aerodynamics, and often applies physics to his advantage to mitigate his shortcomings when it comes to agility.

Acion also likes swimming and he likes to come to the swimming pool at least once or twice a week.

[User]
Saki

The girl Alice appeared very timed as she spoke back. Saki quietly studied her behavior as her power cord softly waved around the chair. Saki repeated after Alice in happy and timid manner.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Alice~"

Saki smiled as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear in playful manner. Alice could become her friend she would believe, probably need to talk with her a lot for that before she opens up to her.

"You can connect your phone, I have my own wifi build in my body~ Feel free to use it~"

Saki was somewhat focused on Alice her hair seeing two strands of hair perk up from her perfectly smooth hair. Alice just probably hasn't noticed yet, her eyes looked rather tired as well. Maybe nervous for school?

"Sorry to say but you have some bed-hair~, should I brush it out for you?~"

Miss Mako spoke up meaning the class had started, Saki turned back to the teacher and gave a soft smile as she spoke. They were gonna introduce themselves by name and their reason of wanting to be a hero. For Saki it was mostly clear but she still found herself to be lucky not being the first on the list. Quietly she traced the finger going around the room as the students introduced themselves one by one.

First the black blob Donny, despites his shyness, he did make most points Saki would make. The quirk of his did look quite interesting, definitely a mutant type quirk. Seemed to be some oil type of stuff that is either covering his body or is his body. Kouji and Yukari both came from UA, Saki hadn't realised yet that UA could have been proper hard to attend to, this school was a good choice after all. They should be older then her right? Would they be senpai's in that aspect then? Out of school perhaps. Despites that, would they already know each other from UA before this? Lucky it would take much less effort to make friends that way.

Next kousuke, it was a tad weird that he typed his speech into his phone first to let it play via speaker. If he couldn't talk he had found a plenty good way to fix it somewhat for himself. Saki gladly smiled at the boy as he finished speaking and glanced her way. He seemed honest and nice enough. When Dulga came up it took but a moment for her to stand up and sit down once more. Saki gave a wry smile at her speech, somewhat simplistic but not all people had to have a long reason to be a hero. Dulga did seem rather in herself from the looks of it, saki wondered how it would be like talking to her. Next was a rather nervous looking girl named Junko, it would appear she is a somewhat lonesome girl that has her own reasons for being here. The girl did seem to be happy to see her teacher at least which was rather... Strange, yet Saki was glad for her that she got into this school.

Seventh in place, Saki stood up pushing the chair behind her with her legs. Her tail came free happily dangling besides her as she straightened her back facing the rest of the class.

"Hana Saki, pleasure to meet you~ My reason for wanting to be a hero is~ Helping the country as much as I can to my ability~ Doesn't matter if it is a animal in need or a big villain to defeat~"

Saki tilted her head together with a kind smile and sat down again.

[Assistant]
Alice Nova

The impression of a cheerful girl that Saki seemed intent on keeping up would stay on Alice's mind throughout their conversation. It seemed genuine in nature and was almost heartwarming to see. Or rather, those were the observations that Alice had made from the first interaction the two of them shared. Suffice to say it was nowhere near enough to be a proper introduction.
However, more intriguingly, Saki really seemed to be some kind of computer-like being, considering how there was wifi coming out of her, supposedly. That raised a whole bunch of questions! Does she have to pay an internet provider? How does she set the name and password? Was the wifi any good? Questions she'd be sure to ask later... should she be bothered to do so.

Saki pointed at Alice's hair which she deemed "bedhair". To be fair, it was an adequate judgement to make should one not be familiar with Alice's quirk but the owlgirl couldn't help but chuckle as a result of it because it seemed kind of cute. In actuality, of course, it was nothing like bedhair. Instead, it was a result of her owl quirk's type being the great horned owl for which these outgrows of feathers were typical. In Alice's case, they manifested as outgrowths of differently coloured hair.

"Ah that? Nono that is not bed-hair, but rather-"

Alice was then cut off by the teacher commencing the first class session, which promptly caused Alice to stop talking and focus back on the class, similarly to Saki and all the other students.

One after the other they began introducing themselves and listing their reasons for becoming heroes, or rather, describing the image of a hero in their mind. While Alice did pay attention to what they said, it was quite hard to focus on since she was so tired. Her eyes felt like they would fall shut any moment now... but of course, they wouldn't. Naturally, she had enough willpower to fight through a bit of tiredness..., especially on her first day! First impressions mattered after all.

And with that thought in mind, Alice finally rose as well once she was pointed at by their teacher to introduce herself. Making sure her posture was as excellent as she managed to, Alice politely began speaking.

"My name is Alice Nova. It is my pleasure to meet all of you."

The girl followed this up with a slight and courteous bow forward out of politeness and her own manners.

"A hero represents and fights for true justice. I wish to represent that concept myself one day."

...is what she could think of before sitting down again. Truth be told, her ideals weren't exactly chiseled in stone yet, however, this was a close approximation to how she truly felt. So far Alice just wasn't sure how to properly word it.
After having spoken her introduction the glasses-wearing girl quietly sat down again so that the next person could begin their introduction.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User]
"Not many of us have relics like that, If we need a ranged weapon we prefer something like a bow or slingshot. They're easier for us to aim in the air, and we don't have many relics of that type in the first place, so bows are more accessible. I prefer more, reliable, methods of fighting however; like hand-to-hand and fighting with knives and daggers. I can throw the knives if needed, but I prefer to know that the enemy can't deflect my attacks." Onyx was glad that Tarentek had enjoyed their little outing. "If you wish, I could show you the training grounds tomorrow. There might even be a spare bow that's your size that you could use."

Onyx looked at the sky for a moment. "I didn't notice, it's dark now. You should rest after you finish eating, I have something I need to do on my own by moon-high though, so I should probably leave soon." Onyx hurried to finish the meal and then she went around the den, gathering the things she would need to bring with her. "I'll do some cleaning when I get back. Try to be asleep by then though, there's some medicine on the table by your bed to help you sleep if you need."

[Assistant]
Tarentek nodded as Onyx spoke. He had finished his food and was now taking his time on the rest of his cordial while they finished their conversation. "I see. It makes sense that you would gravitate towards that which you know will work. Though, firearms can be reliable as well, if you have all of the knowledge necessary to sustain them. They can kill more efficiently and at longer ranges than any bow or blade. Our enemy certainly has the ability to maintain their weapons and supply ammunition, which is one reason we have to approach them cautiously. It would be useful if us and our allies had the same capabilities. I have taken an oath that I would never betray the secrets of my people, but now..." He began, his voice trailing off as his mind filled with conflicting questions. Both of them finished their meals, so Onyx began gathering up all she would need for what Tarentek assumed to be the ritual she intended to perform.

"Well, if you say your handguns are not reliable, I might be able to help. Sand can give any firearm problems; some more than others. It can wear down its parts and cause it to jam, but I've had a lot of practice fixing them." Tarentek offered as Onyx was getting ready to leave. "For now, though, I'll let you get on your way. I think I'll take your advice and get to sleep. I do need rest, after all. Good luck with all you need to do."

Tarentek returned to his room as Onyx was leaving. He almost had not noticed how tired he really was, given that he had been feeling fatigued pretty much constantly for the past few days. Still, it wasn't quite as bad as the previous day, and his health would only get better. Tarentek undressed and stored his belongings in the same place as the previous night, alongside his rifle. He had not brought his firearm out with him that day so as to avoid seeming threatening to the rest of Onyx's tribe, though he had been carrying his machete under his robe. He did not like to be completely unarmed if he could help it, and a machete could be a generally useful tool for purposes other than fighting. Just like the night before, it did not take long after Tarentek laid down for him to get to sleep.