[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

[User]
Greyson- Grimm studies

Greyson was with Robert and Pricilla in the grimm studies class while it seemed their other teammate Daniel was in the armory class. Not completely surprising considering he didn't seem to take much care about different types of Grimm their are. Greyson wasn't exactly a bookworm about the subject either but that didn't mean Greyson didn't want to learn if one Grimm was able to shoot acid at him while one that looks identical to the one doesn't. Just one of the situations that Greyson wanted to be prepared for in the near future if it ever came up to it. So far however it seemed like their professor was a nice person even counting the fact that he is letting loose live Grimm at whatever student he picks to fight off against one. Greyson was strong but Greyson would just observe for today unless called upon, considering he saw the sitting bull get beaten down by one of their other classmates that Made Greyson smile a little as he thought back to Edgar the giant sitting bull they killed to form their team, such good memories Greyson thought to himself.

Greyson also wanted to keep an eye on Pricilla and Robert hoping that he will still have a chance to have a date with Pricilla soon, after all Pricilla was his first partner and he still remembers that cute funny girl that laughed as she fought those beowolf with him that day. Greyson couldn't get her off his mind and it was Greyson's own shy nature with beautiful women that is causing him to loose his chance. His window is slowly closing and he doesn't know how to keep it open...

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class

His question ignored, his messages to Sapphire and Mokuren gone unanswered, the situation in the classroom degraded at a pace so rapid that it dizzied Shiro. One thing was clear, that Geni had been part of the White Fang prior to his enrollment and acceptance into Beacon. The very moment he heard whisperings of the White Fang, Shiro's head ached with an intense pain that caused him to lose focus of the events unfolding around him. Grimacing, Shiro eyes shut tight as his ears flattened themselves. His skull felt as though someone was drilling into it and prying it open with tools to see what was inside. A high pitched whine that only he himself could hear deafened him. Placing his hands on his head in a futile attempt to ease his splitting migraine, he gritted his teeth as he steeled himself for what was coming next.

The voices. Always starting as little ideas and whispers, a few here and there, they grew in volume and number. Painfully opening an eye to try and keep track of what was going on, he immediately wished he hadn't. In every desk, in every possible space of the classroom all of its occupants had disappeared and were replaced by smoky black shadows. He quickly shut his eye closed and willed himself to make it through this attack. Breaking out in a slight cold sweat, his breathing became labored as memories forced their way through the clouded mess of his mind.

"...Where did they find him?"
"..The townspeople saw the fires."
"...Was the only one there."
"We found this.."
"Doesn't that belong to..."
"It looks like the White Fang's doing."
"Tragic..."

A younger Shiro only caught fragments of what the people around him were saying, fading in and out of consciousness.

The voices were unrelenting, suggesting he take action. To add fuel to the fire, to do something extreme that he didn't want to do.

"Rip out his throat"
"With fangs"
"Killed your"
"Use your Power"
"Silence them"

A massive jumbled mess of different voices battered him and left him withered. He could only surmise that they came from the Shadows that surrounded him. Breathing slowly and steadily, he kept himself calm. As suddenly as the attack came, it went away. His face relaxing, sweat drying away, he slowly opened his eyes and only saw his fellow classmates. No Shadow Men to be seen, the voices and high pitch whine gone. Clearing his throat, Shiro sat silently at his seat. Not saying a single word or giving any indication as to what happened to him, he finished the notes he was recording on his Scroll, his countenance expressionless and blank. The book of his easily read emotions and thoughts closed, its pages blank. He would reserve his opinions and thoughts to himself for once, only wishing the continuation of class.

As the professor quieted the class and left to track down Geni, the lion Faunus, Shiro looked at his weapons and decided he would busy himself until the professor returned and class proceeded as normal. Grabbing the hilt of his sheathed sword and pressing down on the emblazoned crest of the shield, he used the sword as an odd key of sorts. Sheathing and unsheathing the sword at varying lengths, a series of audible mechanical clicks and ticks were heard as the hidden internal mechanisms of his weapons turned and worked. With a slight pop and jump, the shield segmented itself revealing that it was not indeed one solid piece of metal. Carefully sliding his blade out of the shield with a metallic grinding noise, he grabbed the spine of the blade as he simultaneously twisted the hilt. Removing the spine, he pulled out its internals revealing that his sword was partially hollow within. As he twisted off the pommel, he disassembled the rest of the internals and began to turn each part over in his gloved hands. Carefully examining each item to check for abnormal stress, wear and tear.

As he looked over his now disassembled sword and shield, he worked with an uncharacteristically unusual calm and serenity. As if nothing happened in the class. As if he didn't just suffer one of his periodical attacks. To anyone watching Shiro, he was simply conducting maintenance on his surprisingly swiss watch-like weapons. The sword and shield not simply so. Its true inner workings and functions, only Shiro knew how to piece together and understand. He was the only one alive that knew how his weapons were utilized.

All in all, he seemed rather disinterested in the happenings of the classroom, even bored. The drama just wasn't his thing. One thing was certain, however. Inside, Shiro's heart burned furiously with anger and rage aimed towards Geni. He would later demand answers from the Lion Faunus, before passing his own form of judgement. He would have his information if he would be attending this class with the Lion-boy. But, he would reserve that for another day, now more interested in the dust residue build up on the internals of his gear.

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Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies

Though Sangue remained silent, she clapped for Ben in her mind. He did a great job in swiftly dealing with the Grimm; as expected of a leader. She absentmindedly nodded at Ben as she began to follow her teammates out.

Sangue liked fresh air, though she still seemed a bit nervous, wondering if she would get picked to represent her team or not. Fortunately for her, it seemed that Professor Port planned on letting each teams' members shine on their own. She felt calmer.

The woman turned to Trad, then at Ben, before attending the Grimm Studies class as silently as she had before. She was no longer taking notes due to the fact that the class was now moving. The red-haired warrior, after all, could not carry a notepad and a pencil.

"..."

[Assistant]
ARMOURY

Hearing Rayna talk about her past Victor felt that he had to share as well. "I hate how it feels when my arm is removed, it's like hanging by a thread over a shark tank, your one lifeline, and you have to let go. I always hesitate," glancing to the side at Rayna "prolonging it, as if by taking longer it won't have to happen. It is... scary. Then it is done, gone, as if I never even got a replacement in the first place. It feels empty, not even a phantom limb to remember it by." taking his arm from Rayna, Victor lays it out on the table in front of him and with a practiced hand he starts disassembling it. "Don't worry about all this past business." matching Rayna's wild grin Victor turned to her "You're the Captain after all... unless you would prefer me to call you M'lady?" The growing conflict felt like background static, ever present and building up until it could no longer be ignored.

Victor only started really paying attention when the threat of a tank was introduced Are you kidding me? Have you not heard of escalation of force? Don't do that! You'll just start a fire! next thing he knew that threatening spark blew up the political powder keg. A short fight broke out and miraculously managed to resolve itself before Professor Chatsworth had to intervene, he was only needed for clean up. Looking down Victor went to resume his work but found that he had already striped it down to it's metal skeletal frame. Well... practice really does make perfect. Stepping back Victor looked at his arm all spread out and was, as always, slightly amazed. Whispering to Rayna Victor said
"It's weird isn't it? So many parts fit together to make my arm and my weapon... It's also a bit creepy, the metal skeleton arm part." grabbing some WB-40 Victor started meticulously cleaning and oiling every part that needed it, noting down any part that could be improved The lenses used in the cannon could be higher quality, I better sharpen the blade as well
"What plans do you have for this class M'lady Captain Rayna? What plans will lead Jormungandr to glory?" grinning broadly Victor did his best to put the political fight in the back of his mind and was determined to stay out of it. As far as he was concerned it was just a fight. No terrorism, no politics, nothing. Politics is what caused me to need this arm. Little good comes from it.

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Geni flexed his finger over and over again as he walked. He liked the feeling of the cracking over and over again, it helped him think. This was supposed to be Armory Class, yet it turned into a battle field. Geni sighed, remembering the words of Ivan. "Once a terrorist, always a terrorist." there was some truth to those words. Geni learned how to fight at a very young age, and from then on he had done many unspeakable acts. Yet, Beacon accepted him, he had told them of his past, but they still took him in. Geni owed this school a lot for what they did for him, yet, stepped all over them with what happened today.

Geni raked his hands through his hair once again, until the silence of the hallway was broken by the pained running of Sapphire. She had used the nickname she made up for him, Lionheart.

"Were do you think you are going." she asked him breathlessly. Geni sighed and but put on a fake smile. "Wherever the wind takes be." He said solemnly. Unfortunately. Before there conversation could go far the teacher then came to them. Geni cringed when he asked Sapphire to go back to class and looked back at Geni. Geni was extremely nervously, but Geni calmed down and took a deep breath.

"Hey teach." He said solemnly as he scratched the back of his head.

[Assistant]
Mokuren sighed as the situation finished. She felt her Semblance activate too soon and for a good few seconds thought she was going to die. It was an interesting thought pattern, how she would end living in an armory defending a man she disliked for no other reason than she had cravings when she first met him. But, then the sword was not killing her, and more things happened beyond Mokuren's scope. Afterwards, Mokuren's mind reminded her of that message she got before all the shit happened. With the teacher now out of the classroom - and Mokuren left unaware of wither she had detention or not, since she wasn't actually an aggressor but rather trying to protect people - now was a good time to answer it and so she turned to her scroll and opened it, reading that it was from Shiro. That put a soft on her face as she headed back to her seat to reply.

To: Kuhaku, Shiro
From: Sabella, Mokuren
Subject: Ostrich
you are welcome for the offer off assistance, Shiro Kuhaku. I could not leave someone like yourself to traverse the hallway with a damaged brain, even though it turned out your brain was not damaged. I also hope that we can get to know each other much better, as you seem like a person that would be a very interesting partner. Sorry about the tardiness of this reply, but the reason should be pretty obvious

With the message completed, she hit send and put her scroll, grinning widely. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and it wasn't just the fight or threat of death that made brought this on.


[System]
Age:23

Gender:Male

Appearance:

Sin:Greed

Personality: Layed back type, very friendly with weird personal space issues, very smart, self described lazy sociopath.
Fears: being poor, getting caught by the police, and dogs

Biography: As an pudding entrepreneur Milo has always found a way to make money. From selling candy from his locker to drugs to the jocks of his school. Milo always wanted more but never got it because of his incredible lack of motivation. Even after he graduated every job he took he would eventually quit. Going back to selling drugs or pick pocketing or playing music on the side of the street. This was hid kinda life, until that life came to a crashing halt. Milo was arrested and sent to jail. Being bailed out by his parents they gave him and ultimatum, go to collage or be cut off forever. This simple would not do for Milo since he didn't even pay the insurance on his van he was living in. With Milo starting his new life in collage he quickly found his old habbits coming back, and this is where he meet Phil. Phil was a kindred spirit to Milo in evil doing and the two reaking havoc across the collage. Phil eventually introducing him to the others. The others mention a night of excitement, and milo being the shady drug dealer he is thought he would tag along.

[User]
Isabel Velton

@FallenTrinity@DJRaVeS@Arkaotic@Doc Doctor@Emuxe

It took a moment and a wild shaking of her head before she actually paid any mind to what was happening around her. She heard yelling, she felt shaking, and then she was running. What was going on?

She thought hard, and the memories flooded her mind - it was like living two different things at the same time. She could vividly place herself where she was when she grabbed the barrette. Then, yelling? Wait, why was Sabastian on the floor? She started walking over to him and leaned over, but she didn't feel worry. She placed her hand on his shoulder, shook him a bit - she felt him start to gain consciousness - then he was upright.

Why are these feelings so... distant? Where did time go all of a sudden? She couldn't help but feel exhausted as all of a sudden, she was physically falling. There was a redness around her, and she saw everyone else falling along with her. When did she stop running?

Then, she went back to the past. It was such a surreal experience - she was hopping in and out of two different times, neither one seeming coherent. And she kept hearing this voice in the back of her mind - You're so perfect... You're so beautiful...

She remembered Jake saying something - what she heard was scattered, broken, scrambled.

"Guys--isn't--we're all--I just can't--" Everyone had this scared expression on their face. They all kept looking like a ghost to her. She looked back to Jake - she saw anger in his eyes. She glanced at Sabastian. She saw hatred. Then more shaking overtook her, and she was running.

Then, through a doorway. Free falling. Was this the present, now? She couldn't piece it together. Still, the voice persisted,

How lovely... How delicate...

Then they landed. But it wasn't like before, not like when they fell into the cave. She felt an ease, a grace beneath her feet. She felt the rock and sand, deep red in color, turn into jelly. She felt the earth soften and thicken, and harden again when she had placed both feet on the ground. It was like it knew to change and prepare for her impact, loosen for her landing.

Then there was a sea of black and red among the sand and rock - moving swiftly, closer and closer to them. Then she woke up.

"Oh - oh my God!!" She shrieked - were these demons?? She saw hundreds of the disgusting beasts surround them from all sides. She heard a destruction to her left and turned to see Jake pummel several into the ground. Fear struck her, turning her pale, and time seemed to slow around her. Then the voice was back.

Careful, precious - you're too important to freeze on us. She felt a shaking, and her left arm was lifted. She looked down at her hand, watching as her fingers bent and cracked around. Suddenly, the ground directly in front of her exploded and rained rubble, and the rubble turned into a rain. The demons who ran beneath it shrieked and screeched, their flesh practically falling from their skeletons. Isabel couldn't help but watch - no matter how hard she tried to turn her head, avert her gaze, she couldn't seem to get her muscles to work for her, like they were locked in place.

"Is this hell?" Jake asked aloud. The question was almost rhetorical in tone. Isabel kept pressing against her own muscles with her mind, trying so hard to move the way she wanted to. Finally, her body was released, and she fell backwards, all of her energy that she used to move, bursting out at once, forcing her to the ground.

You understand, don't you? I couldn't just let you die. So I took control. Then, she felt a pain well up in her gut. The kind that turns your body in on itself, forces your legs close to your chest.

"Who the hell are you!?" She screamed aloud, scared beyond her wits. She felt like she was possessed - she balled up and clasped her hands behind her head, tears starting to roll from her eyes. She didn't know if she could take it anymore, this small instance was just too much. She just wanted someone to come to her rescue, but she knew that this fight - the one in her head - made her feel more alone than she had ever been.

[Assistant]
Jake Saunders

He was fighting. Ripping arms off of demons. He pulled the head off of one which had an exoskeleton. He bounded. Stepping on the ground, a small earthquake began, pulling some demons into their fiery death. A voice began to speak to him. Encouraging him.

"Do you even know who I am? What I'm capable of?"
Jake had too much adrenaline in his system to worry or care about the voice. Before he could answer, it's as if it could read his mind.

"Of course not. You're powerful. Too much to even comprehend. What you're doing right now would take an entire mortal army to even scare them off."

"Huh? FUCK-" He was cut off as a demon grabbed his gauntlet and attempted to pull it off, almost ripping his arm out of it's socket in the process.  "I will speak with you again. We have much.. er.. business... to discuss." The voice growled.
Reality began to set in for Jake. He communicated with a random voice. He was fighting strange beings. He was in a strange land. And, worst of all, there was no way to go home. He began to slow down. His eyes watered quite a bit, but he managed to choke back tears. It began to reverse, though. This began to fuel his adrenaline. It made him feel stronger. Grabbing a demon, he ripped it's jaws apart. He twisted another's arm completely around, and, with a kick that could crush bone, it's pelvis nearly turned into dust. He knocked a large bone off of the ledge. Several more jumped at him. He pushed them off. He charged into one and completely smothered it.

There's hell to pay.

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Louise had to chuckle at the strange compliment that Phil had given her, though her laughter suddenly turned startled. "Ah!" she yelped, pointing to a copy of her where Phil was just standing. "What the hell?!"

The totally Freaky Friday moment didn't last long, as it was promptly interrupted by the entire room shaking. If the ground could stay still for one minute, that'd be nice, she internally complained. She sight of a giant demonic looking door rising from the ground would have been enough to scare her, but then as the room filled with fog, but the sound of a demonic hiss and whisper had done it.

Louise had "eep"ed, her entire body freezing in place as she just stared at the large door.

"G-g-guys... this isn't.. uh.. this isn't normal. First we're all doing weird things, and then this opens. F-fuck man. I just can't fuck- I just can't do- I just can't do this."

Louise's gaze whipped over to Jake, who was honestly freaking out. She trudged up to her older friend, placing her hand on his shoulder; instead of doing this in comfort, Louise brought the back of her hand against Jake's face with a and audible echoing slap! sound. She only did it once, and had moved both of her hands on his shoulders and shook him only slightly. "Oh no you don't," she scolded, "you started this mess, so you're finishing it."

And with that, she'd pushed Jake in the direction of the gate before running in as well. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was all of a sudden feeling incredibly brav-

Falling again. Louise only barely landing on her feet, her arms flailing about as she tried to maintain her balance. And then, she was greeted by the sight of a terrifying demon. "Nope. Not brave at all," she corrected herself as she again froze in place, violently shaking in fear.

Thankfully, Jake had easily disposed of it before plainly asking, "Is.... this hell?"

Louise relaxed and started breathing again, but there was no way she felt any better. She was in Hell, she was going to die.

"Who the hell are you!?" she suddenly heard Isabel scream behind her, which had ripped her from her thought. Louise instantly whipped around to find the horror of the sight of Isabel having a full-blown panic attack. Louise rushed to her friend, clasping her by the shoulders while she squirmed about. "Issy, Issy look at me, what's going on?" she asked, worried about the welfare of her friend; this would be all too much for anyone.

[Assistant]
Milo slowly turned around. "What are you all screaming about... I swear you people can't ha-...n..."
The first thing that he saw was Louise, who quickly devoured a bat. He recoiled in disgust as he attempted to comprehend what he had seen. He then slowly watched as Phil shape-shifted in front of his eyes.

"What the fuck!? Did I take fucken bath salts!?" He tried to stagger over to the others, but he felt dizzy.
"What the fuck did I take!?"

Panic began to set in as the others seemed to be dealing with their own problems. He suddenly felt the ring on his right hand tighten up. The smell of heat filled his nose as he looked around the cave. Milo felt more and more panicked as he attempted to rip the ring off. The ring slowly began to glow a low, dull gold. This gold turned into bright red as the ring heated up on his finger.

"NOT COOL!! GET THIS SHIT OFF!!"
The gold melted off of the ring, leaving only a black dark ring made of carbon. The gold burned and sheered away Milo's finger. The fumes filled the room with the smell of burning flesh. Milo screamed out in pain, and he began rolling around, not able to touch the molten metal. His consciousness began to fade under the incredible pain. With the sobriety of pain, he heard a voice speak to him calmly,
"It is for your greed that you shall be punished for your sins... All those you have corrupted and manipulated for personal gain shall burn in you forever...." It trailed off as the pain increased.

The gold crept up his hand and wrist, much more than was originally on the gold ring. The molten gold injected itself into Milo's skin. The dull glow could be seen tracing up his veins and arteries. His arm burned and melted, and the gold slowly hardening around his arm and hands, encasing it in a solid gold. Milo's eyes filled with tears, and he eventually passed out from the pain.
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"Is.... this hell?"

Milo's consciousness slowly came back to him. He looked up, only to see a massive demon snarling over him. The demon raised his massive arms in an attempt at crushing Milo. Milo, still dazed, could only raise his left arm, now completely plated in gold. The sudden pop of the demons bones as its arms collided with Milo's field was heard. The sound was quickly muffled out by Jake's killing spree.

Milo, now fully conscious, looked around, processing what he was seeing and hearing. A smile with a certain devilishness appeared on his face. The demon wailing in anger and pain attempted to kick Milo. The kick lifted him up and sent him flying over the others. The force was stopped by his field but was still strong enough to launch him.

"Shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT!!" He yelled as he tumbled in the air helplessly.


[System]
Andromedai
Species: Sierra Fox

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Brief History: Lance was born into a wealthy family of seven within the great city of Zootopia near the city's center. His family is known for a number of things, the production of some of the technology used to keep each Ecosystem stable, and their political movement to help the city expand for other species. His two older brothers named John and Alan both chose a career in politics, his two older sisters named Alexandria and Sarah both chose a career in environmental technology. Due to the fact that Lance is the youngest is his family, his parents somewhat looked down upon his expectantly, his actions showed that he was not interested in the career choices the rest of his family had made. Since a young age, he had always shown great interest with the combined forces of the police or military. Sometimes he and his friends would pretend they were police officers going after a criminal or protecting the city from some form of crime, saving the day for all.

After many years of this, his parents tried to push one of their careers upon him, but this only drove him against their words, proving that he would indeed be a police officer like Nick Wilde, someone that he still looks up to this day. Later on in his life, he applied for the position of a police officer and quickly moved through training, not letting anything anyone said or did slow him down the slightest. The time finally came when he graduated from the Police Academy with flying colors among the highest achieving Cadets. His parents grew to understand who he was, what he was, and how he was going to help Zootopia be a better place for all. Now, his whole family is very proud of him, and wished him the very best as he set foot onto the monorail train car.

Personality: This fox has a high tolerance for pain, which he learned from years in hard physical training and being a very active child. He cares for all those around him, not only his friends but strangers, which has lead do a bit of distrust and paranoia from being used, which he is currently trying to overcome. Like all other foxes, Lance is quite sly when he wants to be, getting out of certain situations or even getting into them. This has gotten him into trouble a couple of times but has proven to be very useful in many situations. Having a sharp and sometimes dark sense of humor these days is almost required to keep yourself sane, thankfully Lance acquired such when he was much younger than he is today. Stubborn, is a word that applies to Lance, suborn but not stupid or irresponsible, he has common sense. To gain his respect, you must earn it, he does not lightly give that away to people. Something he hides is that females can make him quite nervous at times, something he is also trying to overcome.

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The Previous Night...

It was already past midnight, Damascus was in his bedroom he most likely the only still currently awake at his families home, knowing tomorrow was the beginning, starting off as a fresh cadet going onto the Blue Line monorail going through Zootopia, all the way to police headquarters. His nerves were worse than they had ever been. The insurmountable task of going to sleep and getting a good rest before he went off to his brand new job, knowing that everything he had been working for came down to his application being accepted, nothing could be any harder at this moment. The lights in his room were already off, but he could see just perfectly fine in the dark anyway, laying on his bed unable to close his eyes tossing a rubber ball against the wall he was facing, bouncing back right into his paw. So he could repeat the process, throwing the ball again following the sudden buzzing of his phone that was right beside his bed, because it was his alarm. Making him stop immediately looking curiously at the phone and picking it up, hearing a personalized chime meaning that she must of messaged him, the rubber ball landing on his bare chest, and subsequently rolled off the bed onto the ground. Damascus checked with a slight smile to see what she sent him.

Damascus let out an short exhale, not even surprised that she nailed exactly what he was up too. She always seemingly able to read his mind. But those words which he read in her voice was pretty effective in calming him down. As he was able to set the phone down and no longer feeling anxious believing everything would be alright. Closing his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Today
Damascus was able to stay attentive and not look like he was sweating bullets, sitting properly in his seat waiting patiently on The Blue Line monorail as the hours were passing by as the train continued to approach ever closer to their destination. Occasionally looking outside the window behind him, seeing the bright sunny day, looking at all the scenery they were speeding through. The feeling was somewhat surreal, he would finally have the required job to make her strict parents to lighten up and she that he was a perfect choice for their daughter, plus the ecstatic look on Aurora's face when he mentioned that he wanted to become a officer like she was. The simplest thoughts that his girlfriend was waiting for him at the station made him able to put on pretty wide smile though that morning he called her to ask queries like how the captain and the other officers were like and her response was. Well...you'll find out soon enough. Which didn't exactly help, but he figured how bad could they really be?

Promptly interrupted by the train suddenly coming to a complete stop, realizing they had finally arrived. Though only to be all separated into smaller groups, as Damascus went into one of the buses heading straight to the headquarters. He left the bus quickly outstretching his arms some, glad he was finally not riding on something. The captain's orders almost took him by surprise, his ears shooting upwards. "Yes sir." Damascus exclaimed, standing up as straight as possible and going into the line. Being around the middle of the line, rubbing the back of his neck some, being excited while waiting for his turn. Seeing how blase he was towards reading the applications, but keeping himself quiet while keeping his paws to his sides. Trying to ignore the other individual in front of him nervously swishing their poofy tail back and forth, constantly brushing up against him. Stepping forward every time someone else left the line. Damascus handed the chief the application with a smile. Awaiting further instructions, hearing that he was assigned to Squad 66, as he nodded his head and starting making his way towards his Squad seeing most of them were already inside an armored vehicle. Damascus got himself inside taking the nearest available seat sitting next to a brown bear, and strapping up to get ready to depart once more, just hoping that today would be a pleasant one.

[Assistant]
Art got up early that morning, so he could try to be the first to get on the blue line monorail. He wasn't, he got up a bit late and was still adjusting his uniform on the train for about an hour. The hours seemed to fly by on the monorail, Art became absorbed in the brilliance of each and every ecosystem. He felt a small bubble in his stomach as he passed through Tundratown. Homesickness. His eyes shifted to the ground, and he huffed. He despised his memories of his childhood, but couldn't help loving Tundratown, his hometown. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest. "Police work starts today." He murmured. Though he was exited, he was also a very nervous. He was afraid he was going to screw up, big time.

The monorail train sprung to a halt, and he opened an eye. This was his stop. He pushed himself up, off his seat, and he shuffled to his bus. He recognised some of the people from training, some of them were new to him. 'Yeah, not as good as the train.' He thought. 'Nowhere near as good as the train. Maybe I should travel by blue line monorail? No, that's crazy Art!' He was a bit off balance when he got off the bus, and all of his excitement was soon quenched as he saw the headquarters of the ZPD. Just anxiety remained. He was insanely afraid of screwing up on his first day. He stood in line with the others, yelled "Yes sir!" When neccesary, and handed in his application form, trying to pretend he was as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. He nodded dutifully as he was assigned to Squad 66, making his way to the armoured vehicle. The rest of the squad were already there, so he sat down next to a raccoon. 'Gosh, we look like a real motley crew don't we?' He thought. 'This should be real fun. Yeah, real fun.'


[System]
Age:  2320
Class: Warrior – Berserker

Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds.

 Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords.

 Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards.

 Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being.

 She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured.

 Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside.

 In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home,

 Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground.

 She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth.

 At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her.

 Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.

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"This day just keeps getting better and better... "

Sharon thought as he was picked up by Liaena. Being forcefully pushed and knocked back into a stone wall was rarely a fun experience for anyone, regardless of their size. Though for whatever consolation it was, his sudden meeting with the wall had not been accompanied by an equally sudden meeting with the rear end of a large Night Elf flying in behind him or similar.

All things considered, it could have been worse.

"Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?"

"Yes, if she's using a normal scroll of teleportation, she should be within 30 feet of the mansion in any direction. But although the barrier may have stopped the teleportation short, it won't prevent her from simply running past it once she's out." Sharon would reply to Kathlin as he looked towards the apprentice, suddenly smiling as he nodded with his head.
"And good job on that description on the nature of spacial magic. I could almost have sworn it was something you had taken out of one of my own arcane thesis a couple of centuries back!"

Commendations aside, Sharon soon realized that they had a more pressing matter; that being the runaway Death Knight who was presumably getting closer and closer to escaping for every moment they wasted chatting.

"We should not delay, however. Either the front yard or the roof will be our best way of spotting her! Once we do, I got a couple of spells that could help us catch her."

[Assistant]
Vashi was rather surprised at the sound of Liaena and Kathlin's noticeably not-pained voices, before realizing that she and Mei were in fact floating; fact that had initially completely passed her by due to being so caught up in Mei's eyes to really notice!

"Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... "

It took a while, but eventually Vashi would succeed in tearing her attention away from the Draenei to look around for the second Draenei; which at this time was nowhere to be seen, having seemingly vanished from her spot.

"It's almost like every cheesy story ever... when the heroes got the upper hand against the villain, he just uses some cheeky means to escape right out of their clutches!"

"You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?"

"Oh, easy!" Vashi gleamed as she sat up on the hovering Mei, raising a hand whilst concentrating on something. A blue, shimmering mist briefly wreathed her fingers, before she suddenly looked up and pointed at the roof.
"Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!"

Vashi was in the middle of explaining while also at the same time trying to get off Mei. But even though the Draenei was suspended in the air above the ground, she was by no means stabilized; a fact soon discovered by Vashi as she, and Mei, suddenly spun around mid-air as the mage had accidentally leaned too far to the right!

*

Meanwhile, up in one the high towers of the mansion that Captain Serphia had made her own, the door would open up as the Captain walked in with a big smile on her face.

"Ohh Syn'dial, I never realized before that you looked so beautiful... " Serphia would speak, gazing down at something she was holding in her hand; which on further inspection would reveal itself to be the shrunken form of Rithrynn, the tiny sentinel trying desperately to wriggle herself out of the Captain's grip while throwing her a pleading look.

"Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !"

However, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth!

"Sshhh... I may have been mistaken my entire life, but that does not make this realization any less true." Serphia said with a smirk as she placed Rithrynn down on one of the cupboards next to the bed, before the Captain next moved her hands to begin unbuckling and removing her sentinel uniform with an impressive degree of efficiency. Although perhaps there was not much to remove to begin with...

Rithrynn, whom had been about to say something in the beginning, was left dumbstruck and with her jaw hanging as the tiny elf simply gazed up at the massive, towering body of her Captain now looming in front of her, most of her view taken up by Serphia's large hips right in front of her!

"One moment, just you and me, it will be... " Serphia was about to begin talking when suddenly she would be interrupted by a scream from outside!

Looking to her left and out the window, Serphia's eyes would widen as she saw one of her Sentinels + Death Knight just slide down the side of the roof outside the tower in a duo of shrieks!

" ... "

" ... "

"Should we investigate that?" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look.

"Oh no, they got it under control." Serphia would quickly reason, before turning back to gaze down at Rithrynn with a particularly mischievous grin on her face!
"Now, where were we... "

*

"LET. GO. OFF. ME!" The Sentinel would shout as she hung from the edge of the roof, with the heavy baggage of the big Malizia hanging from her legs below as the Sentinel squirmed around, trying to get the Draenei off!

"You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!"


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Age: 20

Animal: Chameleon

Appearance:

Apprentice to Master...: Viper

Fighting Style: The Flying Mop. This defensive style harnesses Cham's diligent cleaning techniques as a janitor. It implements fluid and purposeful movements to parry, counter, and redirect oncoming attacks.

History: Cham-Cham lived in south China of Gongmen City as a janitor to one of the more premiere Kung Fu studios in town. He loved cleaning and considered it a rare art form. However, Master Yeb was not a fan of how he did things. It came to a point where he threatened to fire Cham-Cham if he did not improve the cleanliness of the studio. Unsure of how to get better, he looked to the martial artists who trained in the studio, taking from them whatever he could to make himself a better janitor. So he watched martial artists by day, and unintentionally developed his own style of Kung Fu by night. The end result drastically improved his cleaning duties, as the studio became a spotless beacon. Viper arrived in Gongmen City months after the Furious Five became the Five Teachers.

Master Yeb, as well as other Kung Fu Masters in the city knew that she was here to find her next successor, so they decided to host a tournament to display their skills. The tournament was held at Master Yeb's studio. Many fighters came, desperately trying to grab Viper's attention with flashy moves. She was fairly disinterested for the most part. Then, at the corner of her eye, she spotted Cham-Cham swiftly cleaning up the training grounds. He had delicate grace and speed, using his mop like a spear to deflect droplets of sweat and blood from touching the mats.

After several hours, Master Yeb emerged as the victor in the tournament. In a sudden twist of events, Viper called for one final match. Master Yeb vs. Cham-Cham. The chameleon was caught completely off guard. He declined immediately, but Master Yeb wanted to prove his worth to Viper and attacked him anyways. Much to everyone's surprise, Cham-Cham defended himself well by dodging and blocking. No one knew such skill existed in a janitor. However, the chameleon never fought back, so the fight ended rather anti-climatically with Master Yeb feinting from exhaustion. Cham-Cham was declared the winner by default. Viper found a candidate, and though it took some convincing, he agreed to travel back with her to the Valley of Peace.

Weakness: Cham-Cham is non-violent by nature and will look to avoid confrontation at all costs.

Misc: His motivation to learn Kung Fu is solely based on improving the way he executes his cleaning duties. He agreed to be a candidate because he knew Master Yeb would never let him work in his studio again. Plus, he always wanted to try Mr. Ping's famous noodles.

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Tuzi didn't know how to feel, on the one hand six of the greatest heroes of the Valley of Peace were renouncing their titles and one of them was even permanently retiring, but on the other hand he was chosen to be part of their replacements at least in part due to his father. With the skills he would gain he would no doubt become even more capable of teaching bullies a painful lesson.

Speaking of bullies as he was waiting in the training hall for the Senior Trainer, the Five Teachers as well as his fellow students who he had never met before, he noticed a crocodile bullying a janitor. Based on what he heard the crocodile was apparently Master Po's student, while the janitor seemed to be too scared to even talk back.

Not even the Dragon Warrior was allowed to treat their lessers poorly and Tuzi was certian he would get some praise for making the Crocodile pay for acting like that. So without thinking things through beyond that the rabbit ran up to behind the reptile and jumped as high he could in an attempt to kick the back of their head with both his legs.

[Assistant]
Just as Cham-Cham was about to mop up Master Sheng's spit, a blur rushed past him. He glanced up and saw a rabbit in full attack mode lunging at Master Sheng with both legs extended for his head. The impact of the blow sent Master Sheng stumbling forward and into a sparring match between a Rooster and a Goose. The two birds stopped their own scuffle and began pecking away at the bumbling intruder.

"Gah! Get off me!" He twirled his bladed spear in the air, forcing the Rooster and Goose to retreat back. Master Sheng leaped to his feet and banged the end of his tail to the ground. "Who did that!?"

Everyone training in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and observed the scene unfolding. Cham-Cham approached the rabbit "Uh, hey. Thanks and all. But you didn't have to do that." The chameleon awkwardly smiled before staring back at Master Sheng, whose eyes glared back in their direction. "Was it you, pipsqueak?" The Croc pointed the bladed end of his spear at Cham-Cham, who nervously looked around and began mopping the ground in a feeble attempt to act inconspicuous.

"Uh, nope. Not me." The chameleon shamelessly pointed at the rabbit, head still down. "It was this guy."

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Of all the people crowding the Palace Arena, there was one who appeared to be doing no exercises nor sparring. In fact, the turtle was more content to just sit atop one of the walls and take in the breath-taking view of the Valley of Peace below. He may not have wanted to come here at first, but Guai couldn't deny the beauty of the place. That, and he wanted to be distracted from the fact that he would probably have to compete with others in order to stay. It wasn't a prospect the turtle looked forward to, fighting without any cause to do so just seemed like a waste of energy.

He heard a commotion start up somewhere within the Palace Arena. He turned around to look, and from his spot he could see a fight, what could be a real one. Why anyone would think picking fights under the watchful eyes of the Five Teachers - not to mention the Dragon Warrior - was beyond him, but still it seemed to be happening regardless. He sighed heavily, such a waste of energy, it was a pity really. Especially on the big lizard's part. Going out of one's way to antagonize everyone was a quick way to make dangerous enemies. And in a place where they were surrounded by peers who were either equally skilled or more so, being antagonistic was possibly the worst mistake they could make. Looking around, Guai realized that hardly anyone was stepping in to put a stop to it. Instead they just watched, like it was some kind of spectator sport. Well if no one else was to be the voice of reason than Guai would just have to do it.

The turtle leaped down from his spot from the wall and made more leap over the crowds of spectators so he could get close to the argument, "Please, everyone, there's no sense in wasting our energy on such senseless fighting. Why not just take a few breaths, relax, and try to remember why we're all here?" by this point he made sure he put himself between the chameleon and the larger lizard.

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"Yes it was me alright. And I don't care if Master Po has chosen you as Dragon Warrior or not a bully is a bully." As Tuzi was telling the crocodile what he thought, he didn't notice the turtle who had positioned himself in such a way that the chameleon was at least somewhat safe from any retaliation coming.

Only when the newcomer started talking did the rabbit notice him."You're right I lost my temper, I always do that when I see anyone picking on someone weaker than they are." Following the turtle's advice he did indeed take a few breaths to try and calm down. While he still refused to apologize for what he did he at least wanted to show that as far as he was concerned the fight was over.

He turned his back to the crocodile and began to walk away, certain that any student chosen by Master Po would never attack someone in the back without a very good reason no matter how angry they were.

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He felt it, that burning desire, the restless legs trembling underneath him. He had to move, he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there anymore! For an hour he had barely moved an inch at a time as he waited for this utter torture to be over. A low primal growl started low in his throat, past his solar plexus chakra and in the very bowls of his being that called for an answer.

"Thank you have a good day. Next?"

FINALLY! He did not merely step but pounced from his place in line to the counter. Teeth bared in thew biggest smile possible on his face.

Two, no, four! Four rising suns, please.

"Sorry, we stopped serving rising suns an hour ago."

Elation turned to shock as he looked behind him to the seven times folded line behind him. A damascus of disappointent, a katana of cruelty! Dropping into a low squat with eyes barely over the counter to portray a childlike innocence, he pleased his case.

But I've been in line for an hour! I was here when the Rising sun was being served.

"And now it is not, nor has it been for an hour now. Please select something else or move on."

All hope dashed, all joy lost. Today would be a cruel day indeed.

Six bao then. Please.

He forlornly paid for his food and started the walk of shame back to the jade palace. But what was this? He cook, the dragon blessed cook had heard his cries and sneaked the makings of a rising sun into the folds of a bun. A secret sun!

Life once more had meaning as his ears flapped with elation. In a burst he was bounding up the stairs five at a time as he came into the dojo with a full stomach and legs trembling with chi.

"WHO'S FIRST?!?"

[Assistant]
Cham-Cham blankly stared at the commotion. It was comforting to see others stand up and defend him, especially since he didn't have the courage to do it himself. The turtle defused the situation with sound logic, and the rabbit heeded his words, turning his back to Master Sheng with a more calmer demeanor. All eyes seemed to be placed on the Crocodile now, who shamelessly stood his ground.

"Ha! Look at you little ones, so afraid to defend your honor. Why in the world would the Legendary Six pick the likes of you?" The Crocodile moved in a circular motion, twirling about his bladed-spear in a dizzying whirlwind. "The Valley of Peace will be thankful of my uninvited intrusion into the legendary tournament of awesomeness!"

It seemed as though a wave of 'ah's!' jolted through the crowd of martial artists, realizing that this crocodile wasn't handpicked by Master Po, or and of the former Furious Five.

"So let me do their jobs for them by weeding out the weaklings!" Master Sheng ended his dance by letting his spear fly directly at the rabbit. The crocodile then jolted toward the turtle and Cham-Cham, ready to snap its protruding jaw at the turtle's head, and flip overhead to slam his tail down onto the chameleon with all of his might. Just as Master Sheng was in position to double attack the two reptiles in mid-air, an enthusiastic lion bolted onto the scene yelling: "WHO'S FIRST!" With such a loud voice that it caught the crocodile's attention, momentarily putting him off guard.

Cham-Cham threw the mop on the ground and rolled out of the way with his hands shielding the top of his head. Sheng's tail barely grazed him as it came slamming down. "Gah!!!" The Chameleon yelled in fetal position. He hoped the Turtle and Rabbit were as fast to evade the Crocodile's attacks too.


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17 y/o | Female | Human

Personality
Serenity is fiercely independent, a young woman who wishes to handle everything relating to herself by herself. Whether it knightly tasks or menial tasks, whether it be sharpening her weapons or washing her clothes, Serenity keeps her work to herself, even when it comes to tending to her own injuries. Perhaps she seeks every sliver of freedom she can snatch at after being the scion of House Arcedeen for so long, but regardless, self-reliance is important to her.

That is not to say, however, that she is unsocialable. Though possessing still the trappings of chivalry and gallantry instilled into her by her patriarch, Serenity remains most relaxed when shooting the shit with other warriors, possessing an acerbic wit that emerges naturally against those less-inclined to aspire to any degree of nobility. She eats heartily, dances well in both masculine and feminine roles, and will be more than happy to engage in any challenge of strength or skill...unless it comes to drinking or swimming. Serenity doesn't drink, and she professes a fear of water. Perhaps the two are related, perhaps they aren't. So long as neither of those pop up, however, she's a pleasant enough dame to get along with, the sort who can switch from flowery praises to brutal honesty in a heartbeat.

And, of course, she reserves most of that brutal honesty for the budding Knight Captain, Fannily Danbalion. After all, she was the one that took the position Serenity was made for, and only owing to a difference founded in the alignment of the heavens.

Backstory
Two hundred years ago, Sir Elvaris Arcedeen, and the twenty Mayonite stalwarts under his command, gave their lives in the protection of the Mayonite High Priestess, shielding her from the assault of assassins and soldiers alike, even as they were butchered by unnatural spellwork and cowardly poisons.

But such sacrifice, such heroic grit, is not celebrated, or even remembered.

No, for all that glory was grafted unto an orphaned whelp who picked up Sir Arcedeen's sword and got lucky against a host of foes who were already exhausted from contending against true knights. Amongst the nobility, Arcedeen's renown fell, their patriarch outshone by a precocious child, only a pittance granted to them by the church for their service. And all the while, that brat, that Elionne Carthet, became Captain of a new order, replacing the vacuum left by Arcedeen's demise, her overexaggerated deeds leading to her being canonized as a saint in the faith! Preposterous! Outrageous! Such fame belonged not to a miserable brat, but to the House whose sword she used to win her fame! For without it, that child certainly didn't have anywhere near the skill able to kill a man with her bare hands!

The Iron Rose Knights owed their existence to House Arcedeen, solely!

And so, the grudge rooted itself and bloomed its sickly flowers. Decades passed over this filth-ridden obsession, renowned knights and warriors drawn into this house as wives watched the calendar with near-religious zeal, bedding their lovers only when there was a fair chance that the full moon will shine nine months later. But, as if the budding life itself could sense that decades-old desire, could sense it and scorn it, the spawn of House Arcedeen always missed the mark. By a day, or an hour, birthed in sunlight, rejected by moonlight. And the hatred grew. Their training sharpened. Their political movements expanded. Seeking wealth and fame, influence amongst those with influence. Snatching up all the power they could, so that when it came time for it, when the next Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses was to be decided, it would be one of theirs who finally returns that mantle to the family's steps.

Seventeen years ago, a child was born to Lady Charity Arcedeen, crawling out of her womb slick with water and blood. Her father looked to the skies, and found it to be twilight, that ghostly time where the moon had just risen, brilliantly full. That time where the sun had just set, the skies still basked in orange hues.

This was the child. This was Serenity.

Born just on the cusp of what could be considered a night with a full moon, she bore the expectations and burden of two centuries worth of spite and envy, and was isolated, molded, trained, all so she could become strong. Not a barbaric strength that granted victory, but a valorous strength that granted a chivalrous victory. Her family's obsessions substituted her own, and her sword swung ever sharper as she grew and grew! More skillful, more powerful, more knowledgeable. An all-surpassing maiden knight, honed to reach the apex of humanity and match all that ought to be fulfilled!

And when the War of the Red Flag concluded with the demise of the Knight-Captain, that role was open. That role was seeking.

Serenity's training intensified. She partook in bandit exterminations with her brothers, hunted wildebeasts with her yeomen, fought duels both for practice and for honor, regularly making offerings to Mayon alongside her father and mother. Everything was clarifying. Everything was in place. The stain that had marred House Arcedeen for so long will finally be cleansed! There was not a single other candidate who surpassed her in any way!

Fanilly Danbalion, some twerp from a House with no martial repute to speak of, was granted the role.

Fanilly Danbalion, born later in the night than Serenity had, was granted plate armor made of Dwarvish metals.

Fanilly Danbalion, so weak-willed as to have fainted during training that Serenity herself underwent six years ago, became the Knight-Captain.

House Arcedeen decided, then, that the Iron Rose Knights truly have fallen out of grace. That following traditions and faith was a meaningless thing to do for a motley assembly of knights made out of commoners and low-born nobles, propped up only by a handful of non-human knights who wielded no power over society itself. It was foolish, after all, to believe that the Goddess cared for children bathed in moonlight.

The times have changed. So too, must the Order, whether from within or from without.

But Serenity remained.

She was made, from conception, to become a Knight of the Iron Rose.

What else could she do, but this?

Equipment
Pristine and ornate.

Expensive but valueless.

That can sum up all of the armor and arms that Serenity possesses. Plate armor decorative and sturdy. All matters of weapons with adornments and flourishes. Her cloak is of a rich indigo, and fanciful ribbons are pinned to her plates, bright colors to make her easily recognizable even at a distance. No great deed would be misattributed to another, after all, and Serenity works hard to maintain the aesthetics of her equipment after every major battle.

It may appear tedious, but after years of doing this, she simply finds it calming. And yet, she has no particular attachment to her equipment either. It's just a habit, in the end.

Skills
If it's something expected of a knight, Serenity can do it well. Her martial arts are orthodox and clean, taught by masters of the art and tempered by experience in duels and in skirmishes. Though lacking, perhaps, in the flexibility that indicates a true mastery of weapons, she is nonetheless a capable hand in the usage of all manner of blades, though the majority of the time, she can be expected to wield a longsword. As did her forebearer. As did the first Knight-Captain.

And yet, her martial passions lie elsewhere, and when her training is done for the day, Serenity relaxes with routines of unarmed combat. Striking. Grappling. Footwork. Throws, followed by a coup de grace with a hidden blade. She does this in private, of course. It's unbecoming of a knight, otherwise, to learn the ways of a pugilist.

Otherwise, however, she has been given a noble's education her entire life, and has been made smart due to it.

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Gerard Segremors
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Careful though he'd been to not favor these kids with anything less than a smile, Gerard found his face begin to harden at the repeated focus upon the erstwhile Bandit King— and with each increasingly outlandish quality appended to the story, he felt himself growing sterner in response. He didn't blame them, he wasn't that short-sighted— the young and impressionable always had an ear for the kinds of rumors that grew larger than life, and battles themselves were chaotic enough that the details often slipped past those who were there, let alone those who were only working from hearsay.

If such weren't the case, he would never have left the fields, after all.

No, his ire wasn't for them. While Sergio had taken the reins Gerard had pointedly shoved back into his chest, the younger knight pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment and breathed deep, fighting to keep his disdain from showing as anything worse than a little steel in the posture and eyes.

He wasn't sure if he'd succeeded. To think his fears had all stemmed from the eyes around him upon his conduct, searching for something unfitting— yet he quickly had begun to realize the setting of a Royal Ball found most scrutiny from the self.

He did appreciate the compliments regarding their gallantry and bravery. But what was the cost of it? Did the lionization come as a rising tide upon every boat at shore? If that were the case...

A beat after Sergio, his wine also touched his lips, a pensive sip that seemed to drink in the silence as much as the blood of the vineyards—

"Miss Violette's the closest."

And when he spoke, he thanked it for easing the harder edge of tension off his voice. A slight rasp aside, the words that flowed forth were now firm rather than terse, speaking with a simple conviction as though the fires within had been doused. This was a pointed statement, yes, but would be no more.

"The 'Bandit King' was a rebel whose cause had been squashed years ago. An old traitor that, for all his size and strength, didn't have the sense to do anything more than thrash angrily— and try to enact a vengeance his cruelty had long robbed him what little right he might've had to. He was no fallen divine, unfortunately—"

His eyes narrowed, gazing into the middle distance as his head tilted towards the roof. In his mind's eye, the silhouette of the mighty brigand still loomed over him sometimes with his impossible blade raised high, a dark mountain wreathed by the violent orange of the blaze. A savage figure, defiant snarl on his face even though Gerard's blade had already shown his life the door. The Captain and Fionn were the only reasons that, right there and then, hadn't been it.

A blink, and he was gone again. Gerard turned his gaze back down onto the three.

"—Just a man, lost in his own tantrum against the Crown. More rage in him than reason, pushing him to trample the innocent. A man who needed to die."

...

... Another sip.

"He was pretty tall though, yeah. Big guy."

[Assistant]
Any innuendo present in Cecilia's statement went flying over the spider lady's head, with a cheerful acquiescence to the idea of more company as the ball went on--and, with her other companion now being dragged off, she carefully turned around to join in (as much as possible) with Lilette's conversation.

On the other hand, Lilia's startled reaction to being dragged around was hard to follow. Although the elf half-drew her sword, the speed with which she stopped and sheathed it made it seem like nothing more than a trick of the light, the tall girl recovering her footing and stepping onto the dance floor with polished grace... and then standing there looking ever-so-slightly puzzled. Clearly, although she was every bit co-ordinated enough, she had no idea how to actually go about dancing. Or, from the luminescent blush, any idea of how to admit this.

Hopefully her partner was better at leading despite the height gap.

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Tyaethe

"It's easy to follow but you would be very surprised how many have trouble grasping the laces," the vampire answered, drinking the glass in her hand. Hmm, she'd probably have to go back for another one in a second... well, these two were nearly done, so that wouldn't be too hard. Although, they did display an incentive to never bother with such articles of clothing, and Tyaethe did her best to avoid anything that would get too restrictive if a fight broke out. Even a long dress ilke the one she was currently wearing could be easily adjusted without decency issues.

Not needing one more than half the time was another bonus.

There was probably something insulting in the Hundi's words, but really, did she want to waste the effort? Honestly, the paladin hadn't any clue where the animosity came from; 'stop trying to cart things out the front door where I can see' was not a difficult restriction to get around, she wasn't that much into discipline. "Oh, if anyone important works out who you are, I'm sure there'll be gossip."


[System]
Age: 21
Personality: Everyone who meets him will no doubt agree that everyone needs an Oscar in their life, he is a genuinely lovely guy. His ability to see only the beauty in the world around him makes him a brilliant photographer and even better friend. Naturally this also makes him naive, but there are worse things to be. All this also means he gets along well with kids, and is happy to spend his time talking to them too.
Favorite color: Orange
Reason for running away: He didn't so much run away, not like the others. His family is a loving and caring one, however also a very poor one. Unable to afford any sort of further education he tried looking for a job but in his small town there was little to offer. So instead of staying and feeling like he was leaching off his parents he decided to move away - against their wishes - to somewhere he can earn some money, and send back any spare to them.

[User]
"Maeson. Maeson... MAESON! Get your ass up and out of bed. It's your turn to cook." Raeya grumbled, kicking the bed stand trying to wake up her bear of a brother. Out of the three of them Maeson was always the last to get up and the hardest. Sebastyian and Raeya usually drew straws to decide who would try to wake him up, and unluckily it was Raeya's morning to try. "Seriously? God you sleep like a fucking rock." Rolling her eyes she gave one final kick to the bed and walked into her bathroom to use her final resort, water. Filling up her cup with freezing water, she made a quick sign of the cross and prayed she could outrun her brother this morning. Creeping back into his room she slowly poured the water on his chest and backed up as he rose, growling, hair plastered to his face.

"WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING HELL ARE YOU DOING RAEYA?!?" He choked out, teeth gritted, standing to his full 6'1 height.  "You're trying to give me pneumonia that's it isn't it? God why can't I ever sleep in on a Saturday?" He asked himself looking up at the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear I can't have normal siblings can I? Now why in the hell are you waking me up at seven in the morning?" Stripping out of his wet shirt and boxers from behind a screen he threw on grey sweatpants and a tanktop, showing off the roman numerals of his siblings birthdays' and his parents' death date tattooed on his chest. "And where in the hell is Sebastyian at?"
"I don't know where he is, probably doing something Sebastyian-like though." Raeya answered, stripping down Maeson's wet bed sheets for him.

Speaking of Sebastyian he was already up and running around, after doing his morning exercises and meditating for a hour, he wandered into find his siblings in a stare down. "Well I know I'm the better looking twin most days, but you've gotta clean yourself up Maes. The wet dog look isn't flattering on you. He joked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed with a crooked grin. "Yeah yeah yeah, shut up Sebastyian, you know these guns are what the ladies like." Maeson said, flexing his arms as Raeya make puking noises behind him. Nodding Sebastyian rolled his eyes and pulled his hair back into a man-bun and turned around. "Who's cooking? I'm starved." He threw over his shoulder as Maeson and Raeya said at the same time, "Maeson." "Raeya."

[Assistant]
"Hey, guys, could you quiet down for just a few seconds? It's Saturday morning, and I need my beauty sleep."

The tall Jewish girl standing in the doorway wore a knee-length shift, and not much else. She rubbed her eyes, and her hair was wild in the morning. Missy had had a late night last night, and she wasn't the type of girl to take 'no' for an answer. She was also skilled at handling whips.

[User]
Ena was already in the kitchen making a huge breakfast, the radio turned down so only she could hear. The little artist in her made the pancakes into butterflies and dinosaurs for the little ones and really good looking pancakes for the older kids. She pulled out the bacon and, cooked to perfection, they looked mouth watering. The scent wafted through the house and a smile lit her face. Hopefully that'll wake the sleepy heads up. She heard Cool for the Summer come on and she started rocking out in her over-sized shirt and messy hair.

Today was a very good day, as today she might be selling some of her artwork to a gallery. No one knew yet, but she got the call yesterday night after coming home from work. She sang to the song, loving the best as she started cooking the eggs. She heard screaming up stairs and giggled softly. Looks like they're up, she thought. Ena shouted "bacon! Come and get it!"

[Assistant]
Nyteshaed had been attempting to sleep off a hangover, but it seemed like another morning of screaming voices had other ideas. She buried her pounding head in her pillow and attempted to block out the noise, but her brain had decided she was up and going to deal a throbbing headache and a mouth that tasted like a brewery shit in it. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them as the weak sunlight coming through her blinds stung at her retinas. Never again. She thought. Not that she was never going to drink again, but that she was never going to use whiskey as a mixer for vodka again. She was suddenly jolted awake by violent revolution and she bolted from her room with surprising speed. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, she made for the bathroom and was promptly violently ill into the toilet.
"Well good morning to you too, nausea." She muttered into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering when you might show up."


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
☆ Helena ☆
Nox Mission

Helena started to back up again, but the beast was taken down before she had to worry too much about it. Once it was crumpling to the ground, she hurried over, retrieving any knives she passed on the way, and went to help Darell back onto even, solid footing again. "C'mon, let's get you back into the fight." Not that she wanted to do more fighting, but she'd also wanted to get out of their alive. He came up and got onto his feet, she took that moment to look around again, see where Annabeth and Collete were and if Athalus was handling the one that had gone for him. She was sure that he was, he'd been the one to actually kill any of them, she'd only distracted and wounded.

Which she did again, once she let go of Darell's hand, lighting up the one going after Drake and the others, helping them out as she could so they all could get out of there. But when she was done, she was panting a little bit. It was pushing at her limits now, at the very least her limits of control. They needed to get out of there soon.

[Assistant]
Veretu&Salem

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Veretu was walking at a decent pace when he heard someone approach. Approach then fall, but that was not here nor there. He hoped that that would've meant the person would leave, but no...apparently not. His dragon wings pulled around him to create more of barrier between them. He turned, but the full view of him was blocked out by his leathery wings. "He's not a cat" it was said matter of factly and it did not seem to be ready to explain in full detail what he meant.

Salem however turned and seemed somehow more egotistical. "Im much better then a cat. Im special" The cat waved his tail and beamed at the girl before looking up at veretu and rolling his eyes.

Before either could continue however, veretu caught sight of the dwarf woman. It would seem impossible for his wings to shut anymore and him still see, but he managed it. He was fully taken from sight on his front and it was clear he did not handle social interaction well. Though, he was at least facing her direction.

Salem however once more proved that he was the more social of the two. The cat waved his tail once more and instead of outright speaking gave a rather innocent sounding meow. He was testing to see how the soot covered woman would react to him. Giant green eyes and all.

[User]
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At the Twilight College, Elise blinked at the response from the tall man in front of her. She did notice he tried to shroud himself with his beautiful wings and her eyes were sparkling in awe. "W-What d-do y-you m-mean h-he's n-not a-a k-kitty c-cat?" Elise asked, curiously to the man who had awe inspiring wings. She heard Black Kitty's response to her and giggled cutely towards the talking black cat. "Y-You a-are v-very c-cute," Elise said, looking at the kitty cat. She had cute little eyes looking at the black kitty, she had always wanted a kitty cat.

Elise noticed ahead of them, a dwarf woman covered in soot from working at a blacksmithing forge. She walked forward to greet the woman, even though she stays away from forges in her hometown because they craft swords mostly. "I-I g-guess, I-I s-should g-greet m-myself," Elise thought to herself, nervously but she didn't fall on her face again. She gently smiles towards the woman who's approaching them. "H-H-Hello…," Elise stuttered, nervously because of the fact she's nervous around new people. She cutely and gently sighs and tried to become calm around new people.

Elise had stopped walking right next to the man with beautiful dragon wings at closer inspection. She only wanted to get closer to the black kitty cat. "I-I s-so w-want t-to p-pet t-the k-kitty," Elise thought to herself, while looking at the black cat in awe of his' adorableness. She was looked up for a bit and had a smile on her face. She waited for the person who approached them to speak since she wanted to introduce herself unless, she's already known for coming here.

[Assistant]
Leith hissed in frustration as the rope tangled around his feet. It didn't help that the rope had wrapped his cloak around his feet. His right arm was now trapped between the cloak and his body, and unfortunately he didn't have the leverage to free the arm. Worse yet, it seemed that his fall had been noticed. As a figure walked towards him with a trident, Leith's mind raced. There wasn't much he could do from his position except wait.

As the person stood over him with their trident raised and poised to strike, Leith had an idea. He needed to be precise. Any mistake and he would be skewered by the trident. On the down-stroke Leith tucked his head down and moved his right arm upwards to cover his head.

CLANG

The sound of metal hitting metal rang throughout the room and the trident struck Leith's gauntlet. He sighed at the sight of the holes in his cloak. "That was my favorite cloak." He muttered under his breath. He moved his hand to grab onto the trident and keep his assailant from retrieving it and with his free hand he held it out and tapped the yellow-stoned ring on his ring finger with his thumb three times.

As the ring started to hum, Leith shouted out to his friends.

"RING!"

During their ride in the carriage, the group had developed a few strategies for if their diplomatic mission ever turned sour. One of them had been for Leith to shout a word to potentially distract their opponents and warn his allies at the same time. He covered his eyes in the crook of his arm, and hoped that his friends had heard him as a bright flash erupted from the ring. He then gave a tug on the trident and then pushed back on it. There was a ripping noise as his arm tore free of the imprisoning cloak.