[System]
"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."

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NICKNAME
Solnyshka (Sunshine) - Only her grandma calls her that.

AGE
Twenty

GENDER
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual

RACIAL ORIENTATION
Russian

HOMETOWN
Saint Petersburg, Russia

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HISTORY
Born into an extremely wealthy family, Nadia was the only child of billionaire Vladimir Petrov. He and his wife Sofya had been trying to have a child for more than five years, and the birth of their only child caused quite the celebration not just within the household, but together with all his friends and associates as well. The Petrovs were a proud and famous magical family that were known for their illustrious witches and warlocks, and Anya Petrova, the matriarch of the family, and Vladimir's mother was highly influential and known to most of the witches and warlocks in Saint Petersburg and Moscow. Her parents were too busy to raise her, and her upbringing was left to her grandmother, along with a set of household staff. She was raised to know that as the only successor of her family's lineage, she has a lot to live up too.

Expectations were always high of her, and the verge of her parent's disappointment was always round the corner. Fortunately, her doting grandmother was always there to catch her fall and guide her in whatever she needed help in. Her life changed drastically after the death of Anya Petrova. The funeral was an elaborate one for such an esteemed figure of the Russian Magical World, and no one took it harder than young Nadia. Without the caring embrace and guidance of the old matriarch, Nadia was left with the harsh words and strict discipline of her parents. As soon as she came of age, it was understood that she was to attend Raindale University to further her education and expectations to live up to the Petrov family name. Her first year had been a rather intimidating one, but halfway into her first year, she slowly came into the momentum of things and by the time the second year came around, Nadia is now a whole lot more confident and comfortable with her place.

PERSONALITY
As passionate as they come, Nadia is the sort that goes all out once she gets interest in someone or something. Stubborn and blunt, she is used to doing things her way and expecting things to go the way it should, and does not hesitate to tell someone if they're doing something wrong. With a feisty firecracker for a personality, she is emotional, and hotheaded, which often lands her in more trouble than she otherwise would. Bold and assertive, she is not afraid of exploring the unknown or fighting for what she believes in. While she can seem quiet on first impression, she warms up significantly after she gets to know you.

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LIKES
• Singing
• Tennis
• Rock music
• Pizza/French Fries
• Winter and Snow

DISLIKES
• Her overly strict parents
• People who have no sense of hygiene
• Snakes/reptiles
• Bitter/Sour food
• Causing disappointment

HOBBIES
• Singing
• Playing Tennis
• Watching reaction videos on Youtube

FEARS
• Ending up as a disappointment to her family
• Being lonely/Failing to find her significant other
• Deep water/Open sea

DREAMS
Nadia dreams of being a witch worthy of the Petrov family name, and to hopefully be compared with the likes of her parents and grandmother one day. She also dreams of playing tennis professionally. She has hopes that if she becomes a highly successful witch, her parents would entertain her dream of playing tennis professionally.

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YEAR
Second

CLASSES
• Destruction Magic
• Elemental Magic
• Potions
• Cleansing

SPECIALIZATION
Elemental Magic: Fire magic has always been in the Petrov family bloodline, and specialising in this is no surprise to anyone that knew anything about the Petrovs. Although possessing great power through a great lineage, she still struggles to control the depth of her powers, and they often backfire on her in spectacularly amusing moments.

STRENGTHS
• Hardworker: While Nadia may be forgetful and a slow learner, she has no qualms about putting in the extra time and effort to work on her spells and studies to make up for whatever she lacks. Things may be difficult, but she tries until she succeeds.

• Give-it-all: In everything she does, Nadia always gives it her 100%, even if she is not fond of the task at hand, she still puts in her best effort to complete the tasks assigned to her. She is not the type to slack off and procrastinate just because she is not fond of the task given.

• Protective: Once she is fond of someone or something, she tends to get very protective about that person or object and does everything in her power to protect them, even if it means she would have to get into harm's way or even to the point of risking her life.

WEAKNESSES
• Over-Emotional: She has the tendency to allow herself to be ruled by emotions, and in more occasions that it should, her feelings have gotten in the way of her making a clear and unbiased judgement. Once a loved one is involved or hurt, logic and clear thinking goes of the window. She is working on trying to rein in her emotions, but it is difficult and slow work.

• Going too-far: Her fear of disappointing others often means that she has the tendency to go too far, and do more than she needs to, and too much of that tires her out considerably, affecting her health as a result. She needs to learn to let go, and relax for a little, and accept the fact that she can't possibly please everyone everytime.

• Insecure: In more times than not, the heavy weight of her family's name threatens to suffocate her from all the expectations she is expected to achieve to not be a failure and disappointment to her parents, relatives and ancestors. Because of this, she is always judging herself and is more critical of herself than any others.

FAMILIAR

A Red Fox called Aleksei. She found him around the family estate gazing at her bedroom window one day in winter. According to the household staff, he has been hanging out there now for several days, and after they chased him off, he always returns again to the very same spot. After weeks of unsuccessfully chasing him off, Nadia decides to keep him as her own familiar.

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[User]
Jo slept in her boxer briefs in a wife's beater sleeveless shirt. Her hair was ruffled, and her cheeks were filled with lines from the sheets. She woke up hearing the bell of the church, and stood up, stretching while giving a soft grunt. She looked around to see who was still in the room. Jo was the kind to have massive confidence, so she felt no need to hide behind some curtains. She enjoyed the hassle of everyone. She dragged herself from bed, grabbed her towel which hung on the wall that was part of her "Cubicle" and a small basket with her toiletries, while rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand.

She got to the shared baths, and grabbed a free sink, and started washing up. She arranged her hair, putting some cream on it to stay the way she managed it, then brushed her teeth, washed her face, and spritzed some deodorant. Yup, I am ready alright! She thought to herself, and headed back to her bed. She changed there, not really caring who might be looking. She took the wife beater off, exposing her upper part, and looked in the mirror. Putting on a pair of skinny pants with rips at the knee, a sleeveless shirt with some patterns of lips in black and white on the front, and a mustard color blazer. she grabbed her bag, and went to the cafeteria.

She looked around to see if anyone wanted her company. Should no one wave at her (be it for not wanting her company, or not being there yet) she would sit in a vacant table, after grabbing some scrambled eggs, bread, and a mount of fresh veggies with olive oil and salt on them.

[Assistant]
Exhale.

Imani inhaled sharply, her hands reaching up behind her head, fingers interlaced with one another as her early morning run slowed now into a walk. She started her day usually somewhere around 5:00 AM and would go for half hour runs. This action was to keep herself in shape, but mostly to get pumped for the day ahead of her. She usually didn't like early mornings, but found that ever since attending Raindale that if you started your day off too late, you'd miss a lot of the action- as well as the warm water in the shower. Something Imani feared greatly.

Returning to the girl's dorm, Imani took a shower scrubbing off the grime and sweat of the morning and the night's sleep before. She slipped into something comfortable, a pair of jeans and a burnt orange wrap-style top. Continuing her normal routine she decided to go for a unnaturally natural look. A smirk formed on her lips, she wasn't sure why she bothered to do all this besides having some fun for herself. She didn't like spending too much time in the sleeping quarters; she enjoyed the company but sometimes it was too much noise and time to yourself was non-existent. But alas, she needed to grab her shoes (a pair of black flats), her backpack (orange), as well as a light weight black sweater in case it became too cold.

The first bell's toll came to Imani while she was finishing putting product in her hair and placing it on top of her head in curls. She headed quickly to the cafeteria to get herself something breakfast. Being lactose intolerant was something that made meal planning a little more challenging. Sure, Imani could suffer through any of the delicious treats, but at what cost? A trip or several to the bathrooms all day? She'd rather not.

Looking over the items up for grabs, and the several questions if the item contained dairy she settled with a bowl of oatmeal that was garnished with a handful of mixed fruits and nuts. Most of the time oatmeal was saved for people who didn't want to participate in the breakfast buffet due to sleeping in, but today Imani opted for the delicious goop. She got a hearty 3 slices of toast that she cut into 6 halves and spread margarine and a strawberry jam onto. She dipped the toast into the side of the bowl so she would have a free hand, as she looked for a seat.

Spotting a familiar face, she called out to Jo, "Morning Jo'" she sang sweetly, her southern tone coming through at the roots of her voice. She pulled out one of the chairs and took a seat directly across from Jo so that the two could see one another versus sitting right next to. "This seems like the closest thing to grits I'll ever get around here." she laughed slightly, picking up one of the toasts she haphazardly had placed in her bowl and bringing it to her lips and taking a bite.

[User]
Jo half smirked at Imani as she sat next to her. "Morning Imani."
She looked her up and down before Imani sat, and her smirk grew a bit.  "Gotta love that orange, huh? It suits you alright... I like what did with your hair by the way."

She began eating her scrambled eggs, a decent amount at that, then munched on carrots and peppers sticks.
"What's your schedule for t'day? I got me some double class." and she sat back at that.
Double class meant she had to be in two different classroom on the same time. She was given a special artifact to go back in time and solve that particular fuck-up.

[Assistant]
The alarm bell came early for Camille. Far too early, in point of fact, and the young witch got up grumbling and cussing. Not cursing, though- that was something altogether different, as she could very well attest to. She threw on a light pink skirt and a white top, and as she got used to the idea of being awake at this ungodly hour, her mood slowly began to improve. By the time she made down to the cafeteria she was almost smiling, though the key word in this statement was almost.

Grabbing a plate of eggs and sausage, Camille took a seat by herself. If someone came and joined her, that was alright by her, and if she ate alone, well, that was okay, too. She didn't know anybody here yet, after all.


[System]
Nickname: Little Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Age Admitted into Riverwood: 13

Ability: Dragon-esque abilities. Breathing fire, fire resistance, dragon wings, dragon talons, etc.
Limits to Ability: Ryuu cannot control the heat of her flame, and may loose control over her dragon instincts.

Personality: Ryuu is sweet and innocent. Much like an ideal younger sibling. She almost never gets mad and loves to help. She great house hold skills and is quite mature. Though on the rare occasion Ryuu gets mad, she is a sadistic, short tempered, violent, and over all terrifying person.
Background: Ryuu was born to a poor family. She was the middle child in a family of 7. Upon her birth her parents saw that Ryuu had dragon wings, but they decided they did't want to leave their daughter. So instead they decided that they would have Ryuu wear a jacket and fold her wings in in order to hide them. Ryuu tried to live as normal a life as she could. She took care of her siblings and family. But as Ryuu got older she found it harder to control dragon instincts. One night she went on a rampage. Ryuu burned down her house, wounded her siblings, and broke house hold objects. Though upon awaking from her rampage, Ryuu was devastated. She decided to leave her family, hoping that they would be safer without her. And so she arrived at Riverwood.
Other: Likes meat.

[User] Ryuu sat at the edge if her bed, singing her legs. She looked at her hands, observing her long nails. They resembled talons and the skin around them was scaly skin, an emerald green color. The same color as the scaly wings protruding from her back, hidden under Ryuu's hoodie. Ryuu smoothed her soft pink hair back as she slid off her bed. She began to walk towards the room, where the newcomer had been carried. She silently slid the door open, stepping inside. Ryuu stood next to the door, trying not to intrude, merely curious.

[Assistant] Looking at the floor Lucas slowly makes his way to the room the newcomer is in, all the while grumbling to himself. "Hope the newbie isn't a "normal", man I swear there are too many "normals" around only that pink girl what was her name Riyro, Ryor, Ryuu isn't a "normal". I think it was Ryuu." When Lucas reaches the room and and lifts his head to see if anyone had made it there before him, he notices Ryuu standing in the door way. "Hey pinky what was your name again? I can't seem to remember."

[User]
Cammy shuffled along the hallways, pulling on her shoe as she went. She had been napping when they brought the new girl in and wished she hadn't been. She would have liked to have been there when she woke up. "Oh well" she sighed to herself as she turned the corner, noticing Lucas ahead of her. She followed quietly behind him as he muttered to himself about normals. It was slightly comforting to know that he thought of her as normal. She didn't even consider herself normal. Hell, the word "normal" felt weird to her now.

As Lucas stepped inside the room and questioned Ryuu about her name, Cammy squeezed between them and took a few steps towards the bed. She made sure not to get too close though, knowing that this girl had been through an ordeal and had just woken up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. She didn't want to frighten her more than she was already. "Hi" she said, almost sheepishly with a little wave, "I'm Cammy. How are you feeling?"

[Assistant]
"We'll see you soon, sweetie."

Those were the last words Dolor Obulier's parents told her the moment Riverwood took her away. It felt like centuries ago but in reality, only six years had passed since that faithful morning, when men in hazmat suits simply knocked on her door and told her dear old mother and father that their daughter had to be taken away for 'safe keeping'. Keeping hazardous children locked up like dogs, trying to keep the general public safe from themselves. Whenever it was explained to her like this, she felt worse then the previous time. Safe? To keep people safe, who had done nothing to benefit her, she was the one that had to suffer?

What a load of bullshit.

And in all honesty, she wasn't even mad at the academy for taking her in so suddenly, Dolor was more angered towards her parents. They just gave her up like nothing was wrong, they never wrote letters, or called, or even bothered to check up on their daughter. Probably too concerned with their normal child to bother checking up on their older one. It was like they sent her on a vacation of some sort, as if she was meant to be enjoying her time her.

Regardless, Dolor had to deal with what she had, and soon she had adapted to her lifestyle at Riverwood Academy. This place seemed to get more students every day too, so it wasn't like it was some sort of ghost town. Plus the occasional fights that broke out were fun. Ever see a human tree go up against fly? No? It's hilarious, trust me.

This place wouldn't be a permanent gig, not forever.

The young girl was shuffling out of bed, stretching her arms out and moving her hair out from her face before realizing the small droplets falling on her face.

Ugh, again?

Her bed and pillow cases were completely soaked, her hair a large body of water rather then its usual dark locks. Dolor quickly snatched up her bedspread, hurrying out the room dragging them.

Shit, shit. She had to get these dry, now, before classes started up. Plus, she had to get dressed out her PJs.

Rushing out the room, she barley missed bumping into someone as her body buzzed out into an array of dust, each particule rejoining as her body reformed. The sheet however, didn't help, as it ended up wrapping around the other frame, pulling them down. "Crap!" She yelped, quickly stopping to help unravel them. "I'm so sorry, fuck,I didn't see you there."

[User]
From a dark corner emerged one of the eldest members of the academy. Of course, most everyone knew him as his new persona, "Black." Though this was not his true given name, he preferred if people would merely refer to him as that. He had some issues with his family. In fact, he didn't even mention it. As far as he knew, no one had heard anything about his past, or his name, and he intended to keep it that way. Regardless there was this new girl... he looked her over and sighed. She was still pretty young. Her being here ultimately meant a tragedy had just occurred in her life, poor thing. He looked around at the others in the room and smiled, addressing each one as he approached the newcomer.

"Lucas, remembering your friend's names is an important and challenging feat. We are here because we are the only ones who are willing to help and protect each other, and becoming more of a family is a great step in achieving these wishes. Ryuu, I understand your concerns, but please, do not be so furtive in this situation. First of all, it is important for this girl to feel welcome to her new home. Secondly, imagine if she were oblivious to your presence, then caught you in her sights. I mean no offense, but to her, someone who we can generally assume has no background of knowledge with mutants, the shock could lead to even great issues amongst us. Cammy, I understand the human need to sleep, and I understand our days have been stressful, but they're no less busy. Be selective with your naps, as we are in danger every minute of every day... by the way, I don't watch you while you sleep if that's what you're thinking. I merely was passing by your room when I received word of the newcomer's arrival. Maria... good morning, I apologize for being so critical," he said, bowing when he reached the nurse, "You are well aware, however, of how important I feel our image and actions are." He turned back to the others, "I must apologize to you all to. I mean no ill will of course; I only wish to give you benevolent and harmless advice. Lastly then, hello young one. Welcome to Riverwood. My name is Black, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Should you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them," he concluded. Finally he sat down in one of the chairs in the nurses suite, waiting for something else to happen.

[Assistant]
Pamela was awake. She never slept much. It was hard at night, or any other time, to sleep. Her dreams were often weird and cryptic, which just caused her to have a headache. Of course, her abilities caused her to have a headache more often then not, so she was use to the pain. t didn't mean she had to like it.

Her dog, Lance, looked up at her, and gave a whine. She smiled, rubbing the chocolate brown lab, and rose, grabbing his leash where she had left t, over the bed railing, and buckled it on. While she could technically 'See' with her abilities, Lance still helped her. At times, her mind and sight could be confusing, and Lance help her not run into things.

"Alright boy, We'll go for a walk and then some food"

[User] "Oh yeah that was your name Ryuu." Lucas smiles happily now remembering Ryuu's name. "Yeah welcome to Riverwood if you ever need me which I doubt. You can find me either outside near the flowers or in the kitchen eating peanut butter. Oh and before I forget I am Lucas Ursaine." Lucas leaves the room and heads towards the kitchen. Grumbling to himself again as he walks,"You know what I'm going to go take a nap in a bush." So instead of going to the kitchens he walks outside and crawls inside of a bush and promptly falls asleep, snoring loudly.

[Assistant]
Ryuu stepped further into the room. Black was right. It would be better if Ryuu did not hide, though Ryuu still didn't want to get too close. Her nails were quite sharp after all. She didn't want to accidentally cut anything.

" Hello, I'm Ryuu Tatsuo, I hope you'll enjoy Riverwood," Ryuu told Terry. She hoped that Terry would soon feel at home in Riverwood.


[System]
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Number: 55
Associated Color: Gray, often associated with steel and metal, is a cold detached and neutral color.
Physical Description: Michael is a tall, broad shouldered, physically fit and intimidating man. There is a searching and probing quality in his bright blue eyes, which often makes people feel like they're being studied. His dark brown hair is slicked back tightly and is cut short so that none of it obscures his vision. Michael also has a sharp aquiline nose, and has a tendency to glare at people.
Personality: At first glance, Michael is deeply intense and imperious. He is both commanding and condescending, preferring to take charge rather than leave decisions in incompetent hands. He is cold and standoffish, but still functions relatively well in groups, especially if he is calling the shots. This does not extend to his work though, as he is more than happy to follow orders while in uniform. If an observant person were to listen carefully while he speaks, they would hear a slight but well hidden accent.
Known History: Michael was born in Russia, but he and his mother emigrated when he was young. Since then, he has cut ties from his entire family and dedicates most of his time to his job as a police officer.
Real History: The last thing that Michael remembers is driving home from work and settling in with some paperwork.

[User]
Eyes opened, breath softly, skin crawling from the cold air and a cool surface of an uncomfortably hard bed.
A young man groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm, the young man's head was throbbing as if he was mildly hungover. But he doesn't remember drinking the night before. He unshielded his eyes and took a look around.

"what the hell?" the young man mumbled as he finally gotten a decent look at his room. He sat up and was sitting up on top of a bed that should belong in a hospital which luckily he looks to be in. The room was small, it had two doors and a window, the young man guessed the doors was one was to the hallway another was a closet or bathroom. There was a small window and looking through only showing nothing but inky darkness. And a desk across the bed, which has a notebook on top of it.

The young man stood up in the middle of the room. First he tried to open the window. But as he tried to open it. It didn't budge at all it seemed it was more of a wall decoration than a useable window.
"Damn, it was getting stuffy in here..." He trailed off in defeat as he walked to the desk.

He touched the cover of the notebook, it wasn't made with the same paper as his sketchbooks, but it was decent enough papers if he felt like doodling. And he took the pen that was laying down next to the notebook it was magenta; he was surprised people made pens in that colour. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, taking note that the first page of the notebook was ripped out.

He wrote down stuff, he always was better at collecting his thoughts when he write them down.

I decided to write down my thoughts since I'm a confused mess at the moment.
so I woke up in a hospital room, and I tried to find anything that would explain why I'm here, but I Found zip nada zilch. The windows are pretty much there to bring in light from the outside which I should mention is as dark as shit. There's no information saying why I'm here or even anything that has my name on it, which is Aden. Weird also is that I have nothing of mine here, not even my clothes I last remember having worn before getting here. The magenta shirt is a nice colour though. And there's not even a name band on my wrist.

Aden looked at his left hand, a number was branded onto it, the numbers 83. It looked like a tattoo which was magenta in colour. "What the hell." He muttered. He put his pen and notebook away in a back pocket. He now just wants to leave. Everything was weird before, but the number is just pushing it for him. He ignored what he assumed was the closet and went past the tall door and left his room.

The hallway before him had the same dreary lighting and was long with many doors and almost nothing in the hallways when it came to decoration. Not even a chair or potted plant to liven up the place. He looked at his room door which has the room number of 5183. Easy to remember if he wants to returns, which he won't.

Now where should the nearest stairwell be? So he can get out of this weird hospital.

[Assistant]
Thomas opened his eyes as he woke up to see the dimly lit room that he was in. He was confused, this wasn't his bedroom. He slowly sat up in an attempt to see more of the room that he had found himself in. Where am I? he thought to himself. Maybe it's all just a dream, said someone. Thomas turned around. The room was empty. Just the extra voice up there, he thought.

Thomas got out of the bed, in order to get a better look of the room. It looks like a hospital room, he wondered. Thomas looked around, and saw that there were a couple of doors, and a window on the wall behind him. Should I open it? he asked himself, No, don't, the voice said, it's too cold.

As he looked round, Thomas could see a notebook on a table next to the bed that he had been in. It was pure black on the front and back, and, when he opened it, he could see that the first page had been ripped out. As he opened the notebook, he could see that there was something written on his hand. He looked closely at it, and could see the number 44 written on his hand. He ran his fingers over it, and it was smooth, almost as if it had always been there. Thomas put this aside, maybe it was an ID of some sort? He pocketed the notebook, and walked through one of the doors, and came to a corridor, which was completely silent. He looked round to his door, and saw that it had the number 4944 on a plaque that was attached to the door. Find other people! the voice told him. So, he walked out of his room and down the corridor.


[System]
Other:"Why does being bad feel so good?"

Username: FancyKiddo
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Main: Evelynn

Appearance: Iris is one of those people who easily fades into the background. It helps that she's short (just about 4'10") and appears even younger than her age. She's not a particular beauty, either; one could not truthfully describe her as thin, and she doesn't dress in any way to draw especial attention to her good aspects.

Her Filipino heritage shines through not only in her height, but also in her very Asian facial features, long black hair, and skin color. Thankfully, she's put on her weight in a rather non-Asian manner, gaining some appreciable curves with the pounds.

Iris dresses in the most casual of clothes, often combining tiny shorts with long Tees and tanks, throwing a sweater on top, and calling it a day.

True Appearance: When channeling her main's powers at full tilt, Iris' appearance changes from head to foot. Most noticeably, she grows a few inches and her skin becomes a sickly, cold, blue-tinged color. Heels grow from her ankles, adding a couple more inches, and vicious guantlet-like nails grow over her hands. She even slims down a bit, as her mass doesn't change even though she grows.

Whatever clothes she is wearing become girded in belts and underwires, becoming more supportive and close-fitting.

Shadow Walk (Passive)- Iris fades into the background even more than previously, becoming supernaturally-difficult to notice or keep one's attention on unless she is drawing attention to herself.

In True form, Iris literally becomes invisible.

Hate Spike- When her negative emotions boil over, those around Iris feel intense internal pain, as if they've had spikes jammed through their torsos.

In True form, Iris has control over when and who her hate attacks.

Dark Frenzy- With a sudden burst of agility, Iris escapes, followed by an increase in movement speed.

Ravage- Iris tears into someone with her claws, becoming empowered to continue at an increased pace for a few seconds. Only available in True form, or if Iris is using a short bladed weapon.

Agony's Embrace- Spikes thrust from the ground around Iris, dealing health and prana damage to anyone nearby. This damage is siphoned into a shield surrounding Iris for 6 seconds.

Personality: Iris shares many of the faults of others with her sort of wealth, but can also lay claim to a few largely unique to herself. She doesn't quite understand the importance of money, and so can often be callous when faced with someone struggling in that field. Her parents have taught her well that if one really wants money, one will work for it, and that hasn't left much room for her to pity those who deserve it.

She's also guilty of having rather expensive tastes, and of being a snob when it comes to things that are lesser.

And, even given her great wealth, Iris can't help herself when she sees something that someone else has; she's a kleptomaniac of the worst sort, one who truly has no need at all for the things that she steals. Often, she dumps them as soon as she has gotten away with the crime, and the thrill is gone.

That's not to say that Iris doesn't have some good qualities! She is generous to those whom she does not believe will take advantage of her generosity, she's generally a fun person to be around, and she makes acquaintances easily, with an uncanny ability to remember names even if she's only ever talked to someone once, on the phone, years ago.

She's also learned, the hard way, what it is like to have good-weather friends. She doesn't trust others enough to rely on them any longer, but she is a very loyal friend as long as someone will have her.

Short Biography: Most people have very few chances to deem themselves "lucky" in their lifetimes; it seems as if luck gravitates toward certain people instead of dissipating evenly. Say they are born under lucky stars, or that the gods smile on them, or whatever you will, but it remains the same: some people just have all the luck.

Iris is one of those people. Well, rather, the son or daughter of her parents, one a CEO of a large technology company, the other the owner of a large diner chain, whoever that may have been, was one of those people. Just turns out that Iris was the daughter of her parents.

Hers was never a life of want. She had the nicest clothes before she could even appreciate them, tutors came to her house, and would be replaced if she did not like them. She ate the finest foods of the land, attended the nicest parties, and had the most pleasant nannies.

One almost wonders where things went wrong. Did her acts of rebellion start as a plea to get her busy parents' attention? Did she like going to the principal's office of her nice private school? Was there a special someone whom she wished to see on the police force? I suppose that, since not even Iris knows, it will always be a mystery. But what started as petty thievery quickly became an obsession, a compulsion, and quickly landed her in trouble. But hey, she likes trouble!

Her thievery introduced her to League, actually. She punked some small kid as he escaped from a 7/11 with gift cards in hand, and her first free RP cards were interesting enough to get her hooked on the game. She wandered without aim for a while, without a main, until the Safecracker Evelynn skin came out. It was too good a match to pass up, and Evelynn became Iris' main.

[User]
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Aliron stared at Sully skeptically. "So let me get this straight. We all got kidnapped cause your 'organization' let a geek make a machine that gave people superpowers use it on himself and is now a power hungry scientist dude? What's more he's so super that your whole secret organization shtick can't bring him down? If so then what make us safe here? Finally." At this a more serious glint shone in Aliron's eyes and his voice changed from the escalating anger and disdain to cold focus. "Where is my god dam suitcase?" Odd purple distortions in the air occurred around him.

At this point it wasn't even really about the suitcase. Aliron could care less about the suitcase's contents. It was what the suitcase represented that he wanted back. Aliron was, though he may not seem it, a fairly young individual with practically no experience outside of his own personal world. His city jump had been a decision that was rather reckless and poorly thought through. His time in this new city had been somewhat stressful as he'd been able to accomplish little, had no friends there and had done a surprisingly poor job of making them. He knew these people around him were judging him even now. His self-confidence had already been dwindling. The party was supposed to fix that, make some friends, have some food, maybe win something. Instead he'd been robbed and kidnapped, and locked into area 51 by the Illuminati. Yesterday hadn't been a great day. Today was a downright rotten day so far. In fact his whole week hadn't been much fun and to cap it all off the voices wouldn't shut up. Aliron was kind of at his breaking point. So he needed something tangible to ground himself again. To someone who didn't know these things his demand no doubt seemed trivial and petty. Aliron was well aware of this and in his mind, was all the more reason he should get his suitcase back. Was it really so much to ask?

[Assistant]
"So we've got our Professor Viktor going crazy on us then?"

Alexis nodded along as she listened to the mans explanation, albeit crazy as it was. She clenched a fist, looking at her hand as she felt the potential energy once again, before relaxing again once more. It did seem quite out there, something way beyond what seemed physically possible, though unusual night after unusual night, and here we are. Now she's in the middle of nowhere, under the 'protection' (she believed it but was slightly skeptical) of Mr. Ravello. She shook her head though, looking around. The first guy to speak up had some serious questions, which she figured she wouldn't get anywhere by asking the same. So after he was done, Nova followed with her own."Two questions. Is it just us? And what did you end up doing to yourself?

[User]
Noelle kept quiet and followed after Whitney, holding onto the girl's clothes as an afraid child, always hiding behind her with face filled with fear and suspicion. She didn't really trust this Sully character. He abducted them! Like a common criminal, he drugged them so they couldn't resist and now htey were in this place god knows where. She feared what he would do if they refused to play by his rules.

 When he explained the situation, Noelle made an irriated explression, glaring at him without moving away from Whitney. The Aliron guy asked some pretty valid questions there... except the one about hte suitcase. What made them safer here? There was no way this place would truly be safe from whomever had the skills to create a machine that creatures superheroes basically.

 "If... he finds us out here... you gathered us all in one place..." Her voice suddenly chimmed in through the briefing room, causing everythign to vibrate for a slight moment as she kept her 'voice' weak. Noelle didn't really want to blow out hte lamps... just yet."... with us gathered... if he finds this place... you basically give us all away on a silver platter..."

 "Also Syndicate... is a name only villains use..." She growled at him, holding onto Whitney's sleeve.

[Assistant]
It was crazy. And Gregory didn't just mean crazy in the way that was thrown around all the time like nothing. The situation that had just been described to him was clinically insane. But it did explain the weird things that had happened to him. But it raised so many more questions? Why them? Why League of Legends? How the hell was there a device that could just give people the powers of video games? Everything about it seemed surreal, but he had to accept that this was real, and he was involved in one way or another. They were all involved, in fact. The rest of them seemed as frantic as him when presented with the truth that was in all ways stranger than fiction. They were surprised, confused, and terrified.

But he didn't care about that right now. Because at that moment, he realized he could share his problems with the others without them thinking he was crazy.

"Okay everyone, it seems we're all on the same sinking ship that is also on fire, so I think we should just accept that and start trying to survive the crazy man who's coming after us." he said, standing up to get everyone's attention. This was important, dammit. "I'm Gregory Jaegar, I'm an amateur musician, and now that I know I'm not making it all up in my bed, I apparently have all the powers of Bard. I know it's all a lot to take in, but keeping this in mind, I'd like to know if any of you have seen what I know understand to be my Meep. He seems to be lost ever since I woke up, which seems like quite a problem."

[User]
She stood next to Garrett, ready to catch him if he so happened to show signs of fainting. Claire tapped her foot anxiously, looking around at the other people who had been brought here. It seemed as if they had all been brought here agianst their will and it then dawned on Claire that these people were at the small celebration at the diner.
The man's words had left her mind-blown and almost shocked. This scenario just seemed so vast in scale and she would dismiss it as ramblings of a madman if not for one thing. Her powers, as well as the fact that she couldn't blow away the reinforced steel door in the room they placed her in.

Questions flooded the air as well as in her mind. Claire listened to the rest of the group. She remained quiet, wondering what the man would say next or how he would answer all of these questions.
"I wonder...maybe the guy chasing us was closeby and wanted to strike at the diner while we were all there. Maybe that's why we were taken away so swiftly...What do you think?" She muttered her thoughts out loud to Garrett. "And I wonder why you were poisoned so severely too?"
Gregory spoke up, revealing his Bard powers. A meep...? Nope, don't remember seeing one! she shook her head.

[Assistant]
Iris had spent what time they gave them before the meeting stubbornly lying on her bed. They brought food, and she did not eat it. They left them with clothes (apparently those rags she'd seen earlier were not actually their intended attire), but she did not change into them. It didn't help that Aliron had done nothing to easy her fears of him, so she did not want to feel any more vulnerable with him nearby than she already did.

They were collected soon enough, and she found a seat as far from her roommate as she could once they were in a larger space, and watched as more and more of her customers were brought into the room. Of course it hadn't just been the two of them. And then Sully was there, too, but not in the same capacity, and she listened, chin resting in her hand, to the implausible explanation that he gave them. And then the others were asking questions, and she had some of her own.

In a lull in the other's barrage, she stood up, staring around to ensure quiet before turning to their kidnapper. "Sully, we've known each other for years, and yet I still don't believe any of this. You are the head of some secret government conspiracy to turn random people into video game characters? Some nerd has turned himself into Viktor, and now you're scared that he's going to capture all of us, who have also magically turned into League champions, and make us join his Glorious Revolution?" She gestured at everyone there, who, though perhaps not the most normal people she could have collected in a room had that been the goal, were certainly not a bunch of yordles, dragons, horrible Void monsters, and super-powered humans.

"Okay, a few things. Who is to blame for funding this monstrosity? How the heck is tax money going towards this? I mean, assuming we believe you. Which I don't, because I haven't suddenly turned into a smurf in bondage gear, like you're saying I should have. But, assuming what you're saying is true, are we allowed to leave? You've kidnapped us 'to keep us safe,' but what if we don't believe you, or would just rather take our chances elsewhere?"

But the Gregory (as he introduced himself) claimed to be Bard, and Iris sat down shaking her head. Fine, maybe they just had lots of crazy people, or maybe they weren't lying, but she certainly hadn't turned into Evelynn, the closest thing to a main she could claim. And that was good enough to tell her that at least she had been dragged into this mess by mistake.


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: male

Personality:
Always smiling, day or night, good or bad. William is commonly taken light heartedly due to his seemingly clumsy nature and light hearted way of taking things, but he is always smiling and sometimes it seems there's something else beyond the smile.

Backstory:
"I ran away from my academy"
If asked about his origin this is the most one will get out of the smiling mage, some have pierced some information together over time from remarks William has made, some notes have been written down on his past;

Is a noble borne from the empire
Was at his 'academy' most his life
Holds a grudge towards the empire?
Ran away just before his graduation

As its been laid out so far no one knows much of before he chose to take up arms, maybe he doesn't know himself, but William does remind himself deep down why he chose the path he did.

For William this path is the only way to save the Empire from ruin, for being born into failing nobility he got to lay witness to the foul play of the aristocrats that hide behind the throne at a very young age.

His life felt like a blur for many years, from being sold by his family to take part in a military scheme to develop strong loyal soldiers, loyal to who though would probably be a good question.
After being sold off though, the boy was found to have an aptitude in magic, making him perfect to enroll in a strict magic academy that was quite bent on pushing and overworking kids to truly develop their magical abilities and force them into submission in the process.

Years William spent at the academy, studying, fighting, dreaming. Dreaming of the day he would escape, for the boy who was nearly a man at the time had never given in no matter the punishment. Planning for it took years, but it was accomplished, alone for William could not trust others.

With that William spent a few years on the run until he somehow ended back on the side of the empire, luckily due to the shadowy dealings behind his past if he was recognized its not like it could be acted on in public

Class: Pupil
Affinity: elemental
Inventory:

Abilities:

Unbreakable wills-
+2 to allies def while adjacent to them

Spells/Weapon Arts: fire, wind, thunder

Stats (All stats start at E rank. You may choose 3 stats to start at D rank, and 2 to start at C rank)
END: C
STR: D
MAG: C
DEX: D
SPD: D
DEF: E
RES: E
LCK: E

Talents: Black Magic

Experience:

Support:

[User]
|Trace Retloth
Merchant Row
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Trace heard the bandit archer die and swung his spear sharply to reduce the amount of bandit blood on the blade. The immediate area had become more dangerous with spreading fires and more bandits likely to arrive any minute. But, his mind was preoccupied with the person that he was staring at currently.

Artimesia... the Dark Mage... with whom he had spent the afternoon. It wasn't a terribly enjoyable afternoon, but he had experienced far worse. He had suspicions about why she was seeking a sick person, but even a casual examination revealed those thought and feelings to be based almost exclusively on stories he was told as a child. There was probably truth to those stories. But, he had learned that few things are really as black and white as they seem.

He took a look back at the guardsman's stunned face. That guy was loyal to the boss/Prince... whatever... Leaving him behind wouldn't look good unless he was taking his wounded self to the Castle. But, Trace had a strong feeling that his employer was probably in the thick of the worst combat zone right now. He had seemed that type.

Dead men pay poorly.

"Artemisia." He said, closing the distance between them while they were still out of the guardsman's hearing. "Here." He took out his vulnerary and offered it to her. "I need to keep my employer alive and paying. You should go to the castle with that guard. He's wounded but better than nothing. Use this on him if you need to help him move faster."

His tone was as simple as ever, but it felt out of place now... as though that flat mundane voice was a cloak that kept the truth in shadow. His eyes were a different story. Even shaded by the edge of his helmet, they shone with a raging mix of emotions. But, the strongest one wasn't fear. It was something else, perhaps... respect.

There wasn't much time to talk in the midst of an attack and evacuation. As much as he wanted to have a more substantial conversation with her, there really wasn't time and this wasn't the place. So, whether she accepted the vulnerary or not, he said, "I'd like to talk more... In a quieter place."
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Status: Uninjured and DeliberateClass: Recruit
Inventory:* Iron Lance
* Vulnerary(Offered)

Exp:10 |

[Assistant]
|Artemisia
Merchant Row, Garleton
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 They were never ready. One Flux did the job, eliminating the thug on the spot. For a brief moment Artemisia bore a dry smile, but it vanished as she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, straightening up. Behind her, Trace dispensed with the other marauder. The whole fight lasted mere seconds, and by all accounts it seemed a decisive success. "Should have known better," she muttered in memoriam before turning away. War would engulf this town in no time, so little effort could be spared for the dead.

Instead, she focused on the guardsman, wholly impressed by the others' efforts. "Not bad. Had my father warriors like you, ours would already be a household name."

Artemisia gave him a confused look. "What?" Before she could get any closer, Trace accosted her, telling her to do what she'd already planned on. He offered her a vulnerary, at which point she opened her mouth to say 'I've already got one' before realizing that he meant it for the guard. "Uh, okay," she replied instead. She moved away to offer the guardsman her shoulder to help him back into the thinning crowd bound for the castle. He resumed speaking, but Artemisia cut him off, knowing that could come later. "Let's just get out of here, mister." She offered him the vulnerary given by Trace, and he accepted the medicine gladly. The two couldn't dally long given the spreading fire, and the dark mage doubted the city's attackers would stop at just one Resonant Flames.

Before pulling away, however, the Artemisia cast another look at her other new acquaintance, that obliging but lead-tongued spearman. His voice contained no inflection, but his face bore an offputting expression. She knew he knew about her vocation now. True, she didn't exactly bother keeping it a secret when the situation called for violence, but dark mages typically kept their status secret for a reason. What did he intend to do, she wondered. When he did speak, he voiced a desire to meet and talk with her again. Artemisia really didn't think she wanted to, since he didn't have much else to offer her, but what she said was, "I guess," before disappearing into the flow of people heading to safety. |

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Status: DisengagingClass: Occultist
Inv: Vulnerary, Book of Secrets |

[User]
|Kyran Cynmaer

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Garleton, En Route to Stables
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 Well this is certainly a change of pace. thought the young squire of Reynes as he dashed through the now blazing streets of a once bustling and lively Garleton. Mere moments ago a myriad of mercenaries, merchants and other travelers filled the streets near to bursting. Yet now it seemed that the sole inhabitant of this castle town would soon be the ever-growing inferno threatening to consume all within it. People all around him were running and screaming, with varying degrees of hysteria alongside. Kyran couldn't
blame them, Nobody had expected this, not the imperial scouts, nor the other knights of Reynes had any clue that an attack, let alone one of this magnitude was imminent. All he truly knew was that of his orders, directly given to him by the Brigadier General: To lead the Imperial Prince Alnard and his men safely back behind the Reynes border. The task sounded simple enough, yet truly daunting in it's importance and potential for hangups, though there was one rather major hitch. By the time that the General finished informing Kyran of his duty the Princeling had already up and left the castle. Through some quick inquiry he managed to gather that his charge had decided to spearhead the evacuation himself, and though his cause was brave and valiant, these circumstances made the squire's job yet harder. So now he dodged and weaved through abandoned stalls and the hysterical horde of evacuees trying to swarm their way to the castle as he searched a blazing castle town for a certain lordling.

To say he had his work cut out for him would be an understatement, and a grave one at that.

Firstly he would head in the direction of the stables, if he needed to search a good part of the city he could do so immensely faster on horseback, and Lei would more than deliver in terms of raw speed. As he sprinted Kyran overheard the sounds of battle, all around him blades clashed and telling dull thuds of the defeated finding their final rests. Guilt rose up within him, he should be helping these people! Though at the same time he couldn't afford to stop, he had a job to do and he needed to move hastily, from what he gathered the prince and him were much alike in the way that they oft bit off more than they could chew. If he took too long he risked the well being of the Prince, and potentially...

No. Now is hardly the time for that. I have this under control. It's just a simple task. Get Lei, Find the Prince, Get the hell out of here. Find the Prince, Get the hell out of here.... The squire internally repeated to himself as he approached the stables, the building being thankfully untouched by the growing inferno for the moment. Entering the building the horses within were seemingly either undaunted by or unaware of the growing carnage outside.... save for one, thrashing at it's binds like the wild animal it could have once been. In stark opposition however, was his mount, Lei. The familiar pitch black coat adorned with leather barding coloured a cobalt blue, both eyes affixed on her rider as he drew closer to her. Kyran wasted no time hopping onto Lei and releasing her from the post she was hitched to, before turning back to the wild seeming horse. Perhaps another nearby rider was attempting to call their steed to them? With haste, he unhitched the other horse whom bolted soon thereafter before re-mounting Lei.

"Come on Lei, the time for rest is over. We have ourselves a prince to find." He said to his steed as they swiftly took off into the streets of Garleton. Alas, the pair would not get far before running upon an... interesting spectacle. What seemed to be an armed bandit was accosting a would be evacuee in the middle of the streets. Doubtlessly the assailant would've noticed his less than subtle arrival, and as such Kyran would now have to deal with this situation as well. Wonderful, just wonderful... If he wasn't careful the woman could be put in harm's way, bandits held no morals after all, what's one innocent life in exchange for riches to them? Out of the corner of his eye, the squire noticed an archer taking aim upon the lowlife, and it also seemed that he'd not yet noticed his would-be assassin. Perhaps if I can keep his attention... A wry smirk appeared on his face, albeit briefly before Kyran began slowly pacing towards the assailant. "HEY, LOWLIFE! LET HER GO!" The Reynes squire bellowed, his somewhat cocky grin re-emerging as he continued his slow and meticulous advance. "Picking on unarmed civilians are we? Bah, what did I expect, you lot are all the same kind of cowardly. If you're looking for a fight though, I'll more than happily oblige." Kyran said as he made a big show of drawing his blade, flourishing once before locking eyes with the scumbag, Pacing in such a way as to expose the back of his opponent's head to the unseen archer nearby.

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Status: Alive, Alert and AntagonizingClass: Squire
Inventory:
Iron Sword
Vulnerary

Experience
0/0

Stats
END: C
STR: D
MAG: E
DEX: E
SPD: D
DEF: D
RES: C
LCK: E

Action
Attempting to draw a Bandit's attention |

[Assistant]
The jolly inn, evening

I think it's time to leave william thought to himself as he decided to head for the exit, with a hop, skip and a jump William casually tried to leave the inn by opening the door. When doing so though there was a bandit walking past at the exact same time Damn my E rank luck William thought as he stared at the bandit. Then one second passed, 10 seconds, maybe even longer, the mage was snapped back into reality before he could react by a bright light. When he could see again William saw the bandit unconscious on the floor, but before he could properly react to see who had helped him, an arrow wizzed past almost hitting his benefactor.

Before the owner of the arrow could notch another arrow William quickly opened the tome that was already in his hand as a reaction to his very recient encounter.

"Thunder" as soon as the book was opened William released his magic.


[System]
* Class: Saber
* Appearance: Both unarmoured, and armoured.
* Personality: In many regards, Lancelot is the perfect knight: virtuous, honourable, protecting the weak and honouring women (though this last part often causes misunderstanding), and loathing evil or cowardly behaviour. Except... well, for one: he's entirely too serious and composed, which does nothing to help with the misunderstandings or any envy of his status.
The other major flaw is that even now, he still thinks that Saber is a completely unsuitable class--too noble for someone responsible for the fall of Camelot. At least the punishment has been meted out.
Mutual enmity with Agravain.
(To literally quote his character info: "Heroes possess both sides of light and shadow aspects within them, but Lancelot can be said to consist only of the side of light.")
* Stats: Everything bar Luck can temporarily have another + modifier.

	+ Strength: B (A)
	+ Endurance: B (A)
	+ Agility: A (A+)
	+ Mana: C (B)
	+ Luck: B (A+)
	+ Noble Phantasm: A++
* Class Skills:

	+ Magic Resistance: B.
	+ Riding: B.
* Personal Skills:

	+ Eternal Arms Mastery: A+. Said to have achieved the greatest mastery of combat of anyone of his era, Lancelot is able to fight at full ability regardless of any level of mental interference.
	+ Knight of the Lake: A. Raised from infancy by the Lady of the Lake, Lancelot is constantly affected by her blessing. Except for perhaps the obvious effect as shown by King Arthur's blessing (walking on water), this allows him to temporarily add a + modifier to any of his parameters except Luck.
	+ Protection of the Spirits: A. A blessing from Elementals; the ability to increase Luck in dangerous situations. Activation is restricted to battlefields where feats of arms can be achieved.
* Noble Phantasm(s):

	+ - Name: Arondight: Unfading Light of the Lake
		- Rank: A
		- Type: Anti-Unit
		- Appearance: A sword larger than King Arthur.
		- Effects: Primarily, Arondight is simply an indestructible sword with extra effectiveness against dragons. When activated, at the downside of phenomenal mana consumption, all of Lancelot's parameters receive a rank up and the effectiveness of saving throws is doubled.
	+ - Name: Arondight Overload: Severance of the Binding Chains - Lake's Overflowing Light
		- Rank: A
		- Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Army
		- Appearance: "The blue light of the vast magic energy that overflows from the severed section has been alluded as like a lake."
		- Effects: By overloading the sword with magical energy, it can unleash another attack--either a slash of light with an anti-army effect, or the release can be withheld until the blade cuts the target and unleashes the same amount of energy on a single person.
		Most likely the closest Arondight can come to Broken Phantasm--the blade simply won't break afterwards, which would make the effect closer to A+.
	+ - Name: For Someone's Glory: Not For One's Own Glory
		- Rank: B
		- Type: Anti-Unit
		- Appearance: None.
		- Effects: At its simplest, it can be used to mask Lancelot's appearance, distorting much like invisible air and concealing parameters--quite likely, even without the physical distortion, reading his statistics can be prevented. When fully activated, it allows for taking on the appearance of another person--even if this includes masking his presence as a Servant.
	+ - Name: Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die With Empty Hands
		- Rank: A++
		- Type: Anti-Unit (mostly)
		- Appearance: None.
		- Effects: Short version: can use anything he recognises as a weapon as if it's his Noble Phantasm, even if it's somebody else's Noble Phantasm. Complete with impeccable mastery of its use.
		In the event that the weapon in question was not a Noble Phantasm to begin with, it is raised to the rank of a D-Rank Phantasm, and mundane items have their capabilities significantly enhanced. This is not limited merely to things that are normally considered heroic weapons: firearms, telephone poles, and modern fighter jets all count. Projectiles retain this enhancement after firing (or even after throwing) for a brief period, making them useful against even Servants.
* Alignment: Lawful Good
* Changes: Just noting that I'm following the Berserker stats not the Saber one; everything keeps mentioning finesse.
Based on actions in GO, Arondight has no sealing effect in this class.

[User]
Jason Liu
Until Hakuno had roused him from his apparent stupor, Jason had simply been staring at the ground, his mind almost completely refusing to accept what had just transpired. Not only was Mary dead, but the one making use of her—no, what was left of her—had made her suffer as she died. Not only that, but she had used him and his own ignorance about the situation to...

"...I really am the worst, aren't I...?" he asked shakily as he turned his head upwards, only to see the shadowy visage of an all-too-familiar Servant. Far from what he had been the before, the shadow in front of him (in Hijikata's image, no less) seemed to induce even more despair in his heart.

So, in other words, he hadn't died at that time.

He had simply been brought here to 'die' instead, then?

"I..."

Before he could say a single word, though, the shadow Hijikata clashed blades with the Saber in front of them, and Jason, still half-dazed, slowly followed the other two out as they left the room. Before he had left, though, the Kiara behind the shadow Hijikata licked her lips, staring at Hakuno as she moved before glancing towards Jason.

"You were never going to amount to anything, anyhow," she said, mimicking Mary's voice as she watched the young man visibly freeze up, his legs shaking as he was apparently dragged out of the room by her counterpart.

"Ah, how foolish a child he must be to react to that, knowing all that he does now," Kiara said, staring at the Saber who remained in the room before smiling. Forming another set of hand seals, Kiara raised her arms above her head and created a ball of magical energy, from which hundreds of arrows seemed to come flying out of in an attempt to strike at both Benienma and the humans that were attempting to escape.

@RolePlayerRoxas

Alter Ego — Meltryllis
At Nanako's response, Meltryllis sighed and shook her head. As docile as she had become the day before, the version of her Master today seemed to be more defiant—more self-assured than she had been. It was a bit of a nuisance, really, but if her experiences from the day before persisted, then this would be a one-time thing.

"I don't care about that thing getting stronger. We're Master and Servant, are we not? If you die—"

Before she could finish her lecture, though, Nanako's shout caused Melt to turn her head towards the crater. In an instant, she dove towards Nanako, knocking the girl towards the ground as an arrow whizzed by overhead. It had barely missed her Master's heart, if its current place lodged in the wall was any indication, and that was more than enough reason to finish her job.

"Get to cover now. I can't guarantee that he won't aim for you if my attention is on him," she said, rising from her position on top of Nanako as she turned towards the shadow Servant. "In other words, stop being so foolish, or you'll put both of us in danger."

[Assistant]
Saber - Benienma

In a single swing, Benienma came to understand the entire fighting style possessed by this puppeted version of Hijikata. Their previous clash had indicated he possessed a high degree of skill. He had been an opponent worthy of respect in terms of his capability with the blade, between two practitioners of swordplay. But for all the power that had been behind this swing, there was little of the technical skill that had once been there. Only the barest hint of it remained.

And the way in which the other Kiara spoke... it only served to make the fury burning in Benienma's heart blaze even hotter!

"The battoujutsu possessed by the enma is said to be used to sever the tongues of sinners," the redheaded Saber said, her eyes narrowing even as she placed one foot down, geta clacking against the floor as she began to redirect the shadow Hijikata's blade, "But it will sever far more then that when I reach you dechi!"

Unfortunately, the slaying of this most vile of sinners was becoming more and more complicated by the moment. Even as she deflected the shadow's blade, forcing it to the side, she detected a surge of magical energy. Kiara had gather a great orb or mana above her head, and from it issues a hail of arrow like projectiles, curving through the air towards the enma and towards her Master and the others as well!

With no choice to to disengage from her battle, Benienma sprang back as the arrows burned their way into the floor where she had been standing seconds later! She had to get there...!

The sheer speed at which the Tongue-Cut Sparrow moved whipped her ponytail through the air as she skidded along the ground, interposing herself between her opponents and her Master, the first Kiara, and Jason.

Smoothly, her katana left its sheath once more. Benienma had to intercept every last one! She couldn't let even a single shot get through!

Sparks flew as the first of the arrow-shaped projectiles struck the side of her blade, then the second and the third as she swung it up and back. Then more, and more, as the small girl's katana cut through the air over and over, back and forth, her feet shifting as as she adjusted her position to keep deflecting the blasts of magical energy. The moment even a few curved slightly to come from a different angle, Benienma threw herself into their path, blade flashing to deflect them!

Not a single one! She wouldn't let even one get past her!

@RoleplayerRoxas

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Mihama Nanako

"Ah!"

Meltryllis had jumped forward and pushed her down.

Rather then intercept the shot directly, or dodge, the Alter Ego had gone out of her way to shield her body with herself.

For a few moments, Nanako was only able to stare up at Meltryllis. She'd gotten into a position to watch for threats. She'd broken off from the fight to put herself between potential attack and Nanako herself... for everything that Melt had said, for what she'd done with her virus... This wasn't what someone who didn't care a single bit about her would do, was it...?

Nanako tried to run through everything that had happened since she had summoned the Alter Ego.

The way she had spoken...

The way she had worded things...

This whole time, had Nanako missed something? It wasn't adding up. Someone who really thought she deserved that treatment with the virus just for that... Someone who genuinely believed that her only worth was as a bag of magical energy... would Meltryllis have even bothered to come with her and keep an eye on her when she went to get food if that was all? If... if that was really it... if Meltryllis truly had nothing but hatred for her in her heart and no concern for her wellbeing, wouldn't she have simply destroyed Nanako's ability to leave her apartment at all and left her nothing more then a battery? Given what Nanako had seen, she was more then capable of that, but she hadn't.

She'd gone with her even when she thought it was a bad idea...

The others had escaped.

"I'll get out of the way and let you fight, Meltryllis," Nanako said, finally, getting back to her feet and quickly heading for cover behind the nearest wall.

The figure in the crater sprang out of it, raising a shadowy crossbow as it sprinted, firing crimson bolts far more rapidly then any human could have!


[System]
22 years old

Sarah is a bubbly, upbeat and happy person who has a passion for Chocobos. Because of this passion she has a bad habit of getting kicked, smacked and knocked around by the wild beats and it should come as no surprise that she's been thrown off once too many times. It's not uncommon seeing her limping back to the ranch after locking a feisty Chocobo back into barn.

Her bubbly personality makes her someone who follows her gut and, more or less, it gets her into trouble pretty regularly; sometimes she gets caught where she should be or hurt/bit/pecked/stepped on for doing something she shouldn't. However nothing can stop this happy person from being… well just that, happy.

As for self-defense she has always found guns fascinating but the exploding sound from the gun always frightened the Chocobos, and incidentally frighten herself so she never was able to give it a full try.

Unknown to all except the farm owner; Sarah is homeless without a family to her name and lives in the farm's loft which the owner deducts the amount of rent from her pay. Her dream it to attend the university in Insomnia and expand her knowledge to help the Chocobos but… it's more expensive than you'd think!

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His comment about finding them in a shop on the way here she beamed brightly at him. He was such a bright and fun guy, so much like her and it made her happy to find such a charming and fun spirit. Though he seemed a bit shy at times… that just made him all the more adorable; which in turn made her grin brightly.

Then he asked the question why she was out so late and she gave a small shrug. A gentle innocent smile moved across her face as she tucked her hands behind her back. The embarrassment crawled across her face as her cheeks turned red. "I… I thought it would be the best idea to stay at the ranch so if we wanted to leave early tomorrow we could." She said with a nod, refusing to admit to him that she lived and paid rent at the ranch… much less up in the rafters.

"Besides," She responded with a grin, her hands loosened up behind her and she pointed up. "Nothing beats that view." Her head rolled up to show the amazingly star sky overhead with constellations viewable. "Actually…" Reaching over, she took his large hand in a small one. "Come with me, just a view minutes, I promise." With that he pulled him back around the corner and down the barn toward the end until they arrived at a ladder. "You're not scared of heights right?" She asked playfully as she climbed up.

At the roof she offered her hand again. "The best view ever." She said brightly.

[Assistant]
"Aw, you didn't have to leave your place for that, Sarah." Prompto offered her a sympathetic look. He had no idea Sarah's home was on the ranch, he merely assumed there was another trailer on the property, and she'd rented it.

"Appreciate it, though! I know Ignis will, too. If we can get Noct out of bed...maybe we'll have a chance of leaving early," he laughed lightly, sliding the strap of the camera over his head. "But I wouldn't count on it."

When Sarah referred to the stars, Prompto started to look up when he felt her hand take his. "Huh? Where are we going?" Like a curious puppy, he allowed her to lead the way, unsure what she had to show him at such a late hour. Were the chocobo chicks up to mischief again? It wouldn't have been out of character for them. Amused by the thought, he followed her around the barn to where the ladder was propped up against the building.

"Bugs, yes. Heights, no." Prompto chuckled, keeping on the ground until he was sure Sarah made it to the top safely. If she lost her footing, he wanted to be sure to cushion her fall. After she got to the roof, he climbed the ladder and accepted her hand up. Thanking her, he moved away from the edge, surprised by how soft the section of roof was. It was covered with hay, providing a comfortable seat in which they may view the stars in all their glory.

"So this was what you were up to." Prompto smiled knowingly at the girl, relieved she hadn't been out to practice shooting on her own. Drawing his legs to his chest, he looked up at the sky for the first time that night, amazed by how brightly the stars shined. There wasn't a single cloud to block the view, nor were there any lights to interfere with their beauty.

"Wow..." Prompto breathed, awestruck by the sight. "You never see stars in the city...not like this."

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His knowing smile left her embarrassed as she turned her attention to the ground and sat down. "Maybe….." She said dragging out the word letting him know that he was correct but she wasn't willing to admit it. Though her small giggle and word stretched gave her away completely.

Crossing one long leg over the other she braced herself with her hands behind her as she followed the young man's gaze up to the stars, "That's the good thing about being out in the country area, the stars are always out." A smile danced across her lips before she tilted her head to one side, her thoughts carrying away before she got a chance to speak. "The city has its own version of stars though. I hope I can see your version of stars sometime." She said with an innocent smile towards the sky. "For me, something like that would be an amazing sight. Well, any of the city would be neat. I've never been to Insomnia."

Life had always been… odd for the poor girl. After losing her parents and finding a home at the Chocobo ranch getting out to do anything turned into a distance dream. Granted she loved the Chocobos and playing with them; her skills of training them became something the farm valued and there was no doubt that she was a special staff member. However, the idea of attending the university in Insomnia was something had wanted to do for a while. If she could study economics or gardening she would knowing full well that knowledge could be beneficial to the job and the chocobos!

 Her head rolled to the side as her attention moved from the stairs to the young man next to her. "Are you always so brave and willing to help out people… or on our case, yellow feathered friends? I know I've said it more than dozen times already but I-we all appreciate your guys' help with Deadeye just… just… please be careful tomorrow okay?"

[Assistant]
"Really?" The mention of the crown city was enough for Prompto turn his attention away from the stars dotting the sky. "I grew up in Insomnia," he hugged his knees to his chest, his eyes settling on the Chocobo Ranch sign across the field. "It's nice...but they don't have chocobos," he reminded her, a smile pulling at his lips. "Aside from that, though...I think you'd like it." He hesitated, feeling tongue tied. "If...you ever decide to visit, I'll give you the grand tour!" Did he just say that out loud? He did. Hopefully she didn't think him too forward for saying so, but the offer was there regardless.

When Sarah called him brave, Prompto's eyebrows rose a little in surprise. He never thought of himself as brave. Far from it. His offer to help came instinctively. Helping out was second nature to him. "Ah, it's nothing," he leaned back, keeping upright by bracing a hand against the roof. "Glad to help! Anything for the chocobos, am I right?" He chuckled lightly, falling serious when the girl made the request to be careful.

"I'll be careful," Prompto promised, touched that she would be concerned enough to warn him a second time. "You too though, okay?"

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"Now I have a reason to visit." Sarah said with a smile to him. Something about being led around the city by Prompto seemed like a good idea, maybe hand and hand? Who knows?! Or she's probably getting ahead of herself because she thinks his cute. Yes she finally admitted it to herself, she found him cute. She couldn't be grinning any bigger at him when he said that he would give her the tour. Now she had a reason to get away from the farm; something she hasn't had since they fateful day.

His statement reminding her to be careful nodded with a soft smile. "I promise." Sarah said softly. The two chatted for a little while longer and finally said their good nights before Prompto returned to the trailer and Sarah disappeared back into her room.

The next morning rolled around and Sarah was up, dressed and had done most of her chores on the farm before the boys were evening moving. After getting the Chocobos fed a scent reached her nose. "What is that?" She questioned sniffing the air, the blonde deposited her buckets of feed before following her nose towards… the trailer.

"Mornin'." She called out arriving to it seeing the Prince stepping out into the fresh air looking groggy and tired followed by Gladio who seemed more awake.

"Good morning." Gladio said with a grin as Noctis rubbed his sleepy eyes and grunted something that sounded like 'morning'. "Don't mind him, he doesn't wake up easy."

A laugh left Sarah as she placed her hands on her hips. "I can tell. I hope everyone slept well."

[Assistant]
After returning to the trailer, Prompto put his camera away, climbed up to his top bunk, and fell asleep within a matter of minutes. The day had been a long one, and the following would only be longer. They had Deadeye to take care of.

Morning came sooner than expected. Prompto lie on his back, snoring lightly with his forearm across his eyes. After a few taps on the shoulder, Ignis woke him, eyed him curiously, then moved to wake up Noctis.

Prompto groaned lightly, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes with his fists. "Morning already?"

Ignis nodded, shaking Noctis by the shoulder lightly. Noctis was ten times more difficult to waken. "We have have quite a bit of travel ahead of us," he informed the younger two, straightening once Noctis started to groggily sit up. "If we wish to reach Deadeye, I suggest we leave as soon as possible."

After a quick, yet expertly prepared breakfast, the four were ready to face the day. All except for Noctis.

Jumping down from the doorway of the trailer, Prompto skipped the stairs, landed lightly on his feet and smiled brightly upon seeing Sarah. "Heya," he greeted cheerily, fully awake despite the early hour. "I slept great! You?"

Noctis ran a hand over his face, inwardly cursing his best friend for being a morning person. "Any chance we can drive to Deadeye's location?" He questioned, failing to suppress a yawn. "Or do we have to...walk." The reasoning behind his asking, was because he wished to sleep in the car on the way there. The more sleep he could get, the better, and even then it was never enough.

"Aw, come on, Noct! It's a beautiful day!" Prompto elbowed him lightly. "The walk will help you wake up!"
Being the conscious soul that he was, he glanced behind Sarah's shoulder, viewing the buildings and chocobos in the distance. Sarah offered to help them, but he knew she had plenty of work with the ranch. "Need any help with anything before we set out?"


[System]
"Hey, I think it's fine. This entire mess could be so much worse."
Appearance:

Her hair is light brown, and her eyes are a soft shade of green.
Age: 19, thank you very much for asking!

Instrument(s): She can play the harmonica. And isn't too bad at rap. Nothing worthy of being on stage, though. Co-manager, takes care of most of planning, scheduling... The nonmusic side of things.

Description: Fairly chipper and laid back, Brandi's generally an easy person to have around. To say she's outgoing isn't exactly right--she's perfectly willing to talk to others, but doesn't seek it out. Nor does she seek being alone, either. She's generally in the moment, conscious of what's going on around her more than whatever else might be going on in the brain of the youngest Michaels sibling.

It's often said, however, that what truly defines a person is how they act in times of crisis. And as the scheduler, planner, and day-to-day manager of a fledging band, there are a LOT of crises. When the pressure's on, Brandi's mind refocuses to a nearly scary degree, rearranging time and resources to an extent that would utterly surprise any teacher who had the rather lackadaisical girl in high school. The only outward indication of the intensity of her thought is the fingers of her right hand--when thinking, her second knuckle on each finger bend and unbend in a pattern that only really makes sense to her, before abruptly stopping when she reaches her final conclusion. It's a nervous tick. Whatever.

That's not her only function in the band, however. In a group of artistic, emotionally fluctuating and unfiltered individuals, Brandi's a rock. Igneous, to be exact. Nothing fazes her too much. Occasionally peeks of vulnerability show through, but they're few and far between unless you really know her. For the most part, she's a constant, sturdy companion, willing ear and willing shoulder. Being easygoing and generally positive can have its perks.

Favourite Genre(s)/Band(s): Classic Rock, some Alternative. Scottish Pirate Metal, though she could just be making that up.

Brief Backstory: Brandi's the youngest of 3 siblings, and the daughter of Scott Charley and Ginny Michaels. She graduated from the same high school as everyone else, though her personality and general attitude made her fly under the radar of most of her fellow students as anything more than a peripheral acquaintance. She's never come off as the most responsible individual, but she seems to have an uncanny knack for time management.

Miscellaneous Info:
She sang in the talent show in middle school and was actually pretty good. Hasn't sung for years as far as anyone knows.
Always sat in the exact middle of every class she was in.
Never speaks too loudly.
Can drive stick. Which would help, if anyone had a van.

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Appleford, a small town in northern Washington. It doesn't have a lot going for it, but it's not a terrible place either. Generally just a fairly quiet place where not a lot happens. There's one high school, one McDonald's, and only the one music store. If you've lived here your whole life, the chances are that you know at least half of the relatively small population. Most kids leave after graduating high school, to find bigger better things out in the world. But some stay, preferring to keep to the quiet comfort that Appleford provides. Or maybe they just haven't figured out what they want to do yet. It's not a bad place to try to figure that out.

Marcus leaned against one of the tall bar tables that were scattered around the crowded club. He held a bottle of beer with both hands, idly peeling the label off with the bails of his thumbs. He was alone, looking out at the sea of people from behind the hair that covered most of his face. He recognised a lot of them, of course. It was a small town after all. But he didn't really know any of them. He wasn't close with many people, preferring to keep a small, tight-nit group of friends. Because of that, whenever they were out of town, which they currently were, he was left on his own. He normally wouldn't go out without his friends to act as a buffer between him and the unfamiliar, but his favourite band coming to town was worth fighting the social anxiety. It's a good thing he had two dear friends to help him with that. Alcohol and MDMA. He scanned the crowd of people, to make sure he had no one's attention, before deftly popping a pill in his mouth and washing it down with a mouthful of beer. That'll calm his nerves, for sure.

The reason why the small pub seemed like it had half the town crammed into it, was Arctic Monkeys. In support of their new album, they just started a national tour, and much to everyone's surprise, Appleford was on the list. Gig goers from the small town were used to have to trek down to Seattle to see a band, but it seemed like Arctic Monkeys liked to play small towns. So of course, it got a good turn out, with a good mix of fans, and people who just wanted to see some live music.

Marcus stayed at his table for now, watching the stage as the opening act got ready to play. Some new, up-and-coming band that the Arctic Monkeys took along for the tour. That's the dream. Well, it was Marcus' dream anyway. He was a musician, been playing guitar since he was a kid, and his biggest goal in life was to tour the world with a band, playing his music. But, he needed a band to that. In such a small town, finding like-minded musicians was difficult. Most other musicians he knew were retired friends of his dad's, or had left for college. Still, he hoped. He had put fliers up around town recently, "Guitarist/Vocalist looking for a band." No calls yet, but it'd only been a couple of days. Can't give up yet. Who knows, maybe he'd meet someone at the show.

[Assistant]
"You know, most people wait until after their big break to start mixing drugs and alcohol. Oh, and check your blind spot before you do."

A soft voice came from behind Marcus, in the one spot his cursory scan hadn't turned up. Brandi was barely audible above the ambient noise of the club, her voice seemingly almost intentionally modulated to exactly that level. Her right hand was holding a beer bottle by the top, her left waving away any concern of her being a snitch. Her expression was her usual one--an airy, slight smirk that seemed to totally lack concern for much of anything beyond where she was at the current instant.

Brandi Michaels didn't really know Marcus Ainsworth. Marcus Ainsworth probably didn't really know her either, not more than anyone else. She'd not done music for years at this point, but his ad had caught her eye. Not because she was interested in responding to it, mind, that boat had sailed a long time ago--but because apart from the Arctic Monkeys coming to town, not much was going on for her right now.

She also didn't really know anyone in the bar, and that ad at least gave her an in to conversation. And she was so interminably bored.

Her eyes danced a little as she smiled, leaning back against the same bar table he was. "How's it going, Marcus? You come here often?"

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Marcus damn near jumped out of his skin as he heard the voice speak up from behind him. The immediate thought that went through his head being OH SHIT I'VE BEEN CAUGHT I'M GOING TO JAIL! He calmed down quickly after the voice identified itself as someone he recognised. He didn't know Brandi very well, but he knew her well enough to know that she wasn't a snitch. One of the few things he did know about her, is that she sung in the school talent show back in middle school. He remembered it being pretty good. Maybe she could be someone to jam with?

"You scared the shit outta me..." He mumbled with an uneasy chuckle. He took a few moments to breathe and calm himself, before draining the last of his beer and setting the bottle down on the table forcefully. "I'm doing okay. I'll be doing a lot better in about twenty minutes..." He answered with another awkward laugh. "How are you?"

[Assistant]
She looked at him for a second, her green eyes wide with slight curiosity.

"Well, I only meant to startle you a little. Any more than that I apologize for, but maybe you should work on your nerves before becoming a full time substance abuser. I hear that makes 'em worse," she teased, as her slight smirk reasserted itself. A pop and the cap of her beer was gone--she took a sip, almost lazily, then looked around the bar. The bottle clanked on the table as she set it down.

"I'm doin' alright, thanks for asking. Bored, mostly, but that comes with the territory." Brandi gave him a once over. "You look like you've been doing okay since high school. Music dreams panning out yet? I saw the ad."