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Race: Yan-ti pureblood

Age: appears to be in his late 30's in truth closer to 70

Gender: male

Appearance: Ramius stands just under 6 feet, his shoulders are quite broad, but his arms and legs obviously have not been used to physical work. Upon the first look the man looks quite ordinary if a bit effeminate. Upon closer inspection there is just something off about him. For instance his skin is nearly gray in color and his eyes are slitted - even their striking blue color isn't enough to hide that fact. His left cheek looks like it has a burn mark on it - which in fact is a patch of scales extending from under the eye all the way down to his neck. His thin dark hair - which extends to his shoulders even when tied - is kept away from the eyes with a strap of red cloth that hides his ears.

Judging by the horrible scars that crisscross his back the man has felt the lash a few times. The area around his right shoulder blade is also covered by scales - as is most of his right arm apart from the fingers and palm.

Clothing/Armor: Ramius wears very simple clothes - usually wide cloth pants and a loose tunic that extends below his knees. The clothes are made of cheap cloth and have been colored brownish-green. The only part of his clothing that is a bit more expensive is the wide belt of his - made from some scaly leather and has a wide brass colored buckle. Over his other clothes the man wears a gray cloak - it too made from some cheap cloth, the cloak has obviously seen better days judging by the tattered hem.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Weapons: A thin bladed dagger with a noticeably curved blade. The handle is adorned with two small emeralds and has a silver wolf's head pommel. Ramius keeps the knife hanging from his belt.

Skills/Abilities: Ramius possesses extremely good reflexes - so good in fact that he's able to dodge or even catch arrows if he knows from which direction they are shot at.

His ability with the dagger is below average at most.

He is a bard by trade so his skills in story telling, singing and flute playing are exceptionally good.

Ramius is the self titled 'King of Liars' - his skill in lying is so great that he can make the even most impossible story sound completely plausible and believable.

As far as talking to other people goes those who do not let his rather odd looks distract them they'll find that Ramius is actually a very verbose fellow.

Magic: Due to his Yan-ti heritage Ramius is able to see well in dark places, he is also able to spit acid at his foes - though that ability is highly limited.

He can break curses and other magical effects by playing his flute (countersong).

Ramius possesses a limited planar walking ability - which he got by angering one of Faerún's many fickle gods. He has no true control over the ability, but he does know exactly when a shift is going to occur.

Inventory: A rather battered rucksack containing food and water for roughly a week, spare clothes, a beautifully crafted silver flute, two money pouches, one with 50 gold coins with odd markings that are not recognized by anoyone - they are still solid gold so people don't often compalain. The second pouch at the moment contains 11 copper coins and two silver ones.

Backstory: Ramius - as he has chosen to call himself during his travels - was born in the Underdark to a society of Yan-ti. He became a spy and courtier at a relatively young age. His travels and odd jobs took him all the way from Amn to Luskan and Neverwinter. Somehow he ended up as a part of an adventuring group of very distinct individuals who set out to find an ancient artifact. During the adventure Ramius somehow managed to anger a god who cursed him to another plane of existence.

His first excursion to planar walking brought him to Castle Grayhawk where Ramius had to contend with all sorts of horrors, lies and intrigue. After what had felt like an eternity something pulled him away to a different plane again. The Yan-ti found himself in Barovia and again joined an adventuring party of sorts - these ones were actually on employ of one Strahd von Zarovich, whom had his own goals in mind. Ramius was forced to spend several years in Barovia - taking in even more horrors and bad memories - before another planar shift again happened.

The thus far last planar shift occurred nearly four years ago and Ramius found himself in Estermere. He found himself in a much pleasing environment - atleast in comparison to his last two planar excursions. Though people still are wary of the odd bard at the very least he has an audience to tell his weird stories to. He has integrated himself well to the society - or at least the part that visits taverns. In reality Ramius doesn't care if he'll ever see Faerún again - he has found a new home where his worst enemies are his dreams.

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There had been so many homes, so many different lodgings and the occasional safe haven. Some had been damp and dark, unwelcoming and drab, some had reminded him of the old times, better days. Leaping Stag easily belonged to the small group of welcoming and safe places that he had seen over the years. He had seen hundreds of places like it, most of the welcoming ones in fair Faerún - a place he didn't miss nearly as much as he should have. The few people he had known were either dead or still trapped in horrible places with no hope of escape.

The Yan-ti shook his head as words pulled him away from his thoughts. "Could you tell the story about the dragon again?" The blue, slitted eyes opened a bit more, gleaming very slightly from the small shadow caused by the hood as he lifted his head to rest against the back wall on which he had been more or less sleeping against. Ramius seemed to ponder the question and forced a little smile to his thin lips as he examined the person who had asked the question - a youth of perhaps 17 summers, dark haired and eyes full of the joy of a simple life - the cloaked bard nodded his head ever so slightly. "Very well, but mind you there will not be much excitement since I'm sitting here telling the story to you." The boy nodded and waited patiently for the cloaked man to pry open a bottle of wine with his teeth.

"Years and years ago in a place called Faerún - a normal enough place with normal enough people it was as far as I can remember - there was a city called Neverwinter. For a time only misfortune happened to that city - none my doing, or so I hope... Though there was that one time with that noble, but that is a completely different story." Ramius paused to take a hefty gulp from his wine and scratched the burnmark like scales on his cheek. "Neverwinter and it's noble lord Nasher Alagondar one day had the most wondrous plan of hiring a sort of an adventurer's company. I somehow managed to end up becoming a member in the company and we were given our task. It seemed like an easy little job with a good pay. We were to find an old sculpture of sorts from a seemingly abandoned mine complex..."

The middle part of the story wasn't very exciting, but at the very least the storyteller kept it interesting. The group got to their destination without much of a hassle and began examining their surroundings. Every now and often Ramius took a sip of wine. Then he reached a part of the story where the group finally came face to face with a dragon. "...That's when we realized that we were not alone - at the back of the cavern slept a scaled being, nearly 200 feet long, with wings at least twice as wide. If we had all been wise we could have gotten out of there without any casualties, but no. There were untold riches down there with the hideous lizard and the more greedy of us were already eyeing around with that certain gleam of greed in their greedy eyes." Again the Yan-ti paused to take a sip of wine and now placed the empty bottle next to himself. "Some of us tried to dissuade them from touching the valuables - we were certain that the dragon would wake up and roast us where we stood..." He paused, glanced longingly at the empty bottle of wine and lifted his right hand slightly - showing the scales and scaleless fingers with the pointer finger extended towards the sky. "Give me a brief moment - I shall get myself something for these horrible symptoms of sore throat and then return to tell the rest of the story. Calmly the cloaked man stood up and disappeared inside the Leaping Stag.

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Tirarian sat in the corner of the yard, overlooking the motley crew. The Leaping Stag was one of the inns in the city that both was refined enough to attract the upper classes and yet cheap enough for the poor (well, probably not the poor poor). After a few drinks all of them would be toasting before forgetting it and going back to hating each other in the morning. But there was a fellow this place didn't attract often. Grey skin, slitted eyes and covered ears. She had seen him performing here and there, and she knew just what would satisfy her curiosity.

The Gnome lifted the brim of her hat up, and raised the flute to her lips. Tightening her lips into the appropriate embouchure, she thought to herself "Because if there's anything a bard loves to do, it's to tell other instrument players they can't play."

She started a steady song, hardly impressive. There was a distinct lack of other musicians out in the backyard and it wasn't hard to be heard at this distance from the bonfire.

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I have made it to Estermere...

 The silhouette of the great city had been growing on the horizon since high sun. Livet's sojourn from the south, the path of which had meandered all over the countryside, was nearing its intended completion. She knew that once she got to the city she would have some pivotal decisions to make, but she had confidence that even though it wouldn't be easy, she could somehow make some sort of hold there. She knew magic was not welcomed by those unaccustomed to its use (that was to say most people in general) and thought that the best way to hide herself was in the crowds of Estermere. Not only that, but she was curious about the city. Many rumors existed about the grander of Estermere in the surrounding country, some scandalous, some outrageous, some horrifying; most were undoubtedly just tales told by those with fierce imaginations. Livet had approached the imposing gates of the city with sweat on her brow at the same time the sun crossed the point halfway through its descent to the earth. Her exchange with the guard was awkward, but civil. She thanked him as he let her through.

 Long shadows played on the cobbled streets as she hesitantly stepped past the threshold, the large apparatus behind her groaning as it sealed her inside. The guard had suggested the infamous Leaping Stag Inn. She hadn't much money left and didn't know the best way to go about getting more. She had thought about inquiring around the city to get employed as a serving maid or something of the like, but didn't want to be at the mercy of some perverted innkeeper. Her hand rested on the pouch containing her funds at her belt, the rumor of cut-purses one of the many thoughts clouding her mind. The city had a colorful crowd although it was small in the few final hours of the day. The sorceress set off at a brisk pace in the direction the guard had given her, keeping her hood up and worn cloak closed.

 Hazel eyes roamed the picturesque expanse of the city, a sight she hadn't seen since she was a young girl. Colorful flags and tapestries waved in a slight breeze. The citizens she had the chance to observe were obviously preparing for the end of the day. To have to step around and through the obstacles of other hustling patrons, collapsing street carts and displays, and workers carrying odds and ends was something Livet had never experienced before. More than a few times she caused a collision after backing away from one in front of her. She had to ask for directions multiple times, and was relieved when she finally saw the Leaping Stag emerge from the cityscape. A weary smile appeared on her face. She didn't know if she had enough to cover a night, but if not she could inquire about a cheaper inn or maybe even if there was any work available.

As the young woman approached the door, a muffled roar could be heard from the street and got louder until she pushed open the door, and like a bubble popping, she could hear the sharp cacophony of the lively crowd inside the inn. Livet smiled; once she had adjusted to a more populace scene, she found she enjoyed the festive atmosphere. Her eyes widened as she stepped into the inn proper - it wasn't much larger than others she had visited, but there were so many more people! The room wasn't packed to the point in which no one could walk, but she could see through windows to the backyard that there were many more patrons than those who lingered inside. The air smelled of fresh cooking meat, and in here away from the more intoxicated of the bunch, lacked the subtle sour undertone of vomit. The sorceress swallowed hard; once she initiated conversation, she had no problem upholding it but had trouble getting to that point. Having been raised in semi-isolation, she still hadn't gotten completely over a few awkward tendencies.

Two pale hands came up and brought down her hood as she strode toward the bar. She wanted to ask the price of a room, though she doubted she had enough with what meager currency still rattled in her coin purse. As her hand touched the counter, her stomach growled, and she made a note to ask the price of a meal. Livet also wanted to inquire about any rumors of work going around, but she didn't know if it were better just to go to the guard and ask about bounties. She didn't know if it was a good idea to just put herself out like that; she hadn't much experience in a bigger city environment. She paused for a moment at the bar, not really sure how to proceed, avoiding getting the attention of a barkeep.

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Ramius stopped to glance behind himself when he heard someone playing a flute. His eyes scanned the crowd and located the flute player. A gnome? Hmh... I'll sate my curiosity a bit later... He shook his head ever so slightly and headed through the door to meet the ear aching sounds of the patrons that seemed to love their little drinking establishment.

He moved through the crowd with ease, stealing a few coppers here and there from people too drunk to notice his sleight of hand. His swift hands also found a half empty tankard of ale - the owner of which had fallen in to drunken sleep. The Yan-ti did not particularly enjoy the taste of ale, but a free drink was always to be enjoyed if you had a chance for it.

Ramius emptied the tankard with few sips and placed it back on the table while leaning over to the sleeping man and nudging his shoulder "You shouldn't fall asleep like that, neighbor." The man flinched awake and blinked his eyes. He let out a little yelp due to the piercing blue eyes that were staring at him from under a hood. "W-wha? Uh... Y-yeah... I Sh-shouldh be headin' back to m' lass already..." Ramius smiled surprisingly warmly to the man and nodded. "That you should, neighbor." He nodded to the man before again continuing onward to the bar.

His eyes caught a new sight - a brown haired woman, quite attractive by the Yan-ti's standards, a new face surely. Ramius hid his right arm under his cloak and made his way closer to the woman while making sure the hood of his cloak covered his head. "I'm surprised to see a new face in the Leaping Stag, what brings you to this fine establishment li'll miss?"


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Age:17

Personality & Bio: Humorous and vivacious, along with being very nosy and somewhat laid back. He always tries to find interests in many new things that look to him as appealing, and shows favor and compassion to whoever needs it, whoever it may be. His parents live out of town so he stays with a close friend of his while attending high school, and off hours he makes what free time he has to do personal writing on his life and his encounters as a small hobby.

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After Mr. Noonan finished, giving a positive answer by telling Avery that she can stay with them, the girl replied with a thank you, following up by stating on what help she could be around their house, like cleaning and cooking so that it would be like paying her way to live with them.

"I wouldn't expect that of you," said Mr. Noonan to Avery, "But I think it would help the missus out a little bit."

"We need to make arrangements and stuff sir, you know?" said Roland, butting in the conversation with a situation for solving, "Like where would she sleep and all of that."

"Oh trust me, I know" replied Mr. Noonan, "We will get to the bottom of it. Maybe have a family meeting or something so we can get it figured out."

All of a sudden, Roland stomach had started growling, forgetting that he didn't eat anything before they left. Once Mr. Noonan heard it loud and clear, he asked the boy a question.

"Wow Roland," he said, "Must be starving, huh?"

"Huh?" said Roland, looking as if he was a little embarrassed by the loud rumble his stomach had made, "Oh…..uh…..yeah I g-guess so."

"Tell you what," stated Mr. Noonan to both Roland and Avery, "I'll go find a vending machine or something and grab us something to eat ok?"

"That's fine I guess," said Roland, "You want me to go?"

"You stay here with Avery, I can do it by myself," said Mr. Noonan, then walking towards the door and opening it to exit, but before going he had one more question. "Roland, anything specific you want?"

"Anything is fine right now sir," replied Roland

"Ok then," he said, then turning his attention to Avery, "What about you Avery? Anything in particular?"

[Assistant]
Avery just watched the two talk and laughed a bit when she heard Rolands stomach growl all of a sudden for she thought it wass cute and funny. She watched them talk and just sat there. She was not hungry for she had eaten but her stomach was still off a bit.

She listened to them and looked at Mr. Noonan before shaking her head. "No its ok the nurses should be bringing me food and they ahve a cafeteria down the hall to the left were visitors can get food I mean if you want that is." Avery Told Mr. Noonan fr they served more food then what the vending machines offered.

Soon the nurse came in and placed the food on her tray. "Here you go Mis. Jones some extra food to help gain your weight back. SHe said before leaving the room to take care of some other stuff. 'So yeah I am covered." Avery said with a small smile.

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Avery answered Mr. Noonan's question of offering with a refusal, stating that one of the nurses would come in and bring her something to eat from the hospitals cafeteria, also implanting the idea for the man to try and eat something from there as well. Then after, a nurse came in to give Avery her food on a tray, handing it to her and stating it'll help her gain her weight back. After doing so, the nurse had left the room, Avery then stating that she was good to go in terms of food.

"Well, alright then. I'll be back in a couple of minutes," said Mr. Noonan as he left the room, leaving Roland and Avery there by themselves.

Once he left, Roland leaned back into the chair, attempting to get comfortable once again. As he laid on it, he turned his head over to Avery to see what she was doing, curious because of also knowing on how bad hospital food is as well.

"Wonder if the food here is any good," said Roland to Avery, "I've heard nothing but bad things about it."

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Avery watched Mr. Noonan leave and looked at Roland as he asked about the food. "Well to me its better then nothing since I was starved most of the time but it is bland and stuff for they do not seasn it and its based on the food groups mainly but your dad might ahve better luck since he is going to cafeteria so he can pick and decided what to get while patients do not have much say so." Avery xplained to Roland as she lifted the lid to her fod and started to eat her food at least.

Avery just ate not minding much for she was just hungry she would eat anything these days just to eat and to satisfy her hunger. "Its not that bad unlike the last hospital I wa at now that food was bad but then again it was a chap hospital this is a nice one so it should have better food." Avery explained as she finsihed the food and ate the cake they gave her wanting to give her some extra calories to help her gain weight since she was so thin.

Avery finished all her food and relaxed a bit in her bed as she got the remote and turned the TV on and tried to find a channel that was not about her and soon found one playing a movie and she left it on that channel for them to watch and relaxa bit at least.

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Avery hearing his question, Roland listened to her as she explained to him on how she did not mind eating the food given to her whatsoever, refreshing his memory on how she had starved beforehand. She had also added that Mr. Noonan could pick whatever he wanted near the cafeteria the hospital had appetizing, or at least looked good enough to eat, so hopefully he would pick something good, or at least Roland hoped so.

"Yeah," said Roland, "I don't know though."

Once he finished, Avery kept the conversation going by telling him of how nice the hospital was, unlike her last one stating on how cheap it presented itself, stating also that the food was better here than the other place.

"Maybe," said Roland once more, "Hopefully Mr. Noonan will get something good for us……I mean, me and him, to eat."

After finishing the food topic, Roland decided to relax himself, turning his head back to the front, staring down at the end of the chair he was laying in. All of a sudden, he heard a television come on, along with a constant sound on remote buttons being pressed. He turned over once more to see Avery was flipping channels, trying to find something to watch to let the time fly by. Finding a movie that caught her attention, she kept it on the channel playing the program.

Roland looked over at the television for a moment, uncertain as to what they were watching. Instead of keeping quiet and enjoying the movie, he questioned what it was in particular the both of them were viewing.

"Hmm" said Roland, "Never seen this before. Do you know what it is?"

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Avery looked att the show for it was a cooking movie Julie and Julia and she like it. But she heard Roland and looked at him and shrugged at him a bit for she did not know. "I do not know I just thought it looked interesting for its seems to be a bit about cooking and I happen to like cooking." Avery said to him as she relaxed in her hospital bed as she watche the movie and giggled at some parts. "The only time I watched Tv was when I wa at your place dad forbidden me to watch tv sicne he was always in front of it watching wretling or what ever else he watches." SHe explained to him.

Avery then relaxed into her bed as she yawned a bit for she was still a bit tired at times and her energy levels were still pretty low at times because how thin she was and weak at the same time. "Sorry is the Tv bugging you for I can turn it off and you can take a nap." Avery said to him as she laid back in her bed wile it was in the sit up position as she looked at the Tv and watched the Movie enjoying it a bit while relaxing.

A nurse soon came in and took Avery's arm and took some blood for blood work and left without saying a word wnating to let Avery rest and not get stressed out.

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Avery replied to the question that was asked by Roland, answering that she wasn't certain either of what the program was, but attracted her attention due to the fact the movie had to deal with cooking.

"Oh," said Roland, not knowing of what else to say.

Afterwards, Avery continued on how the only time she got to watch television was back at his house, stating that her father was nothing more than a tv hog and how he wouldn't let her see or watch anything. Roland didn't really have anything to say because of the weary feeling he kept having, so instead just stared at the television, trying to watch the movie with tiresome eyes.

Then, Avery asked if the television was of a bother to Roland, insisting that she would turn it completely off so that he could rest. It was nice to see that she was being considerate, but he didn't want to ruin her enjoyment just so he could rest.

"Oh, no," replied Roland to Avery's question, "You don't have to. Leave it on and continue watching it. Besides, food will be here in a few for me anyway, so I don't have no choice but to stay awake."

All of a sudden, a nurse had came in so that she could take more blood from Avery, and while doing so, Roland tried best to keep focus on the television.

[Assistant]
After having her blood drawn she then just laid in her bed as she watched the movie while waiting for Mr. Noonan to return with Rolands food and decied to be quiet to let Roland relax and rest since she cold be a talker when she finally can talk to someone. She justed watched the movie and actally liked it a lot and laughed at some parts that she thought was fnny and cute.

After awhile a social worker came in with paper work. "Helllo Avery I am Mrs. Harth I am your social worker and I was informed that you had a family that is willing to foster you." She siad as Avery looked at her and did a small nod. "yes and Mr. Noonan is at the hospital but he went to get him and my friend Roland here sometihing to eat." She siad to the social worker and she nodded. "Alirght I will wait then for I have a few things he needs to sign and you will be all set to live with him.' Mrs. Harth said to her as she sat in a simple chair and started writing down some stuff.

Avery felt weird having her in there and cruled up under her blankets not knowing what to do and was getting freaked again for she had very little trust in people after the utbreak with the press.

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Roland tried his best to keep focus on the movie and stay awake so that he could eat when Steven's father came back with some food, but instead his eyes had began to fade a little from the relaxation and comfort he was in from the chair he was laying on.

A few minutes later, Roland had awoken, realizing that he had fell asleep, in amidst to find Avery and some other woman who presence had arisen into his sight. He questioned himself for a moment as the woman sat in a chair across from, also noticing that Avery wasn't saying anything either, so it seemed they had both discussed something while he was asleep.

"W-what's going on?" said a confused Roland.

[Assistant]
Avery looked at Roland when he asked what was going on and the social worker decided to answer. "I am a social worker for Avery and I came for I have papers for Mr. Noonan to sign if he is going to take custody of her if not then I have to start looking for a foster home for her and right now there is no home in this city that can take her in she would have to be sent to anothercity or even state." The social worker said and Avery did not like the idea of moving again with peple she did not trust. "So she told me he went to get you and himself som food so I thought I wait here and get things takn care of or figred out now so when she gets realeased from the hospital she can just go home and not have to wonder what happens next." The social worker siad to Roland.

Avery just stayed curled up in the bed not knowing what to do or anthing at the moment for she was to nerrvous to even talk to the social worker after she explained everything to her and now Roland. "Why are the curtains closed its is dark in here." She said about to open the curtain. "DON'T OPEN THAT!!" SHe freaked and the social worker froze as a nurse walk in after hearing her yell. "Oh dear you tried to open the curtains sorry the press has been hounding her so she hates the crrtains to be open." The nurse said as the social worker nodded and sat back down as the nurse went to Very's iv and injected something in it antd it slowly made Avery sleepy until she was fast asleep.


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Alias
Janus and Mars

Age
17

Gender
Male

Appearance
Pascal stands at a rather short 5 foot 9, and has a thin, yet slightly muscular physique. His hair is a bright blonde, and has a very irregular style that he assures everyone is cutting edge in Italy. His costume consists of a two piece suit, custom tailored to look more distinguished.

Personality
Ambitious, cautious and kind, Pascal has all it takes to be a hero. His rough upbringing has left him with a conflicting moral compass. While he has a good heart, and would help out anyone that needs it, he is not afraid to go against the law to do this. In accordance with his power, he values life greatly, and will do all he can to save as many lives as possible. Furthermore, while he is not against killing an enemy who has inflicted damage upon innocent people, if he sees the potential for this person to reform he may spare them.

Skills

* Good with a gun if it comes to it
* Good at improvising
* Makes a mean Margherita pizza

Powers
Pascal has two sets of powers. The first are his own and the second are the powers of his 'Guardian Angel'.

His power is life manipulation. Don't worry, it's not nearly as powerful as it sounds. He is essentially to change anything inorganic that he touches into something organic. For example, he could turn a bullet into a ladybug or a lamp post into a tree. If the ladybug were to be attacked, however, it changes back to it's original state, and inflicts damage on the attacker equal to that of a quarter of the damage they would have inflicted on the animal.

Along with this, he is able to grow and reduce plants and the like at will. For example, he could drop a seed on the ground and grow a tree from it as a defensive manoeuvre.

His second set of powers comes with his 'guardian angel'. Essentially it is able to move at speeds greater than any man, and can punch far harder than any human. Pascal can summon and de-summon him at will, but it will always appear when he is in great danger.

Equipment
He carries a snub nose revolver with him on missions, but never really uses it as his power makes it essentially just a backup.

History
Pascal was born in Rome, Italy to a prostitute mother and a father who he'd never meet. His mother did her best to raise Pascal, but it soon grew to be too great a burden, and she eventually sent him to be adopted by a priest who lived in the coastal village of Positano.

Pascal grew up under the expectation that he would become a priest. Unfortunately, however, the priest who he had grown to call 'father' grew very ill around the time Pascal was 9, and regrettably died. Not knowing what to do, Pascal simply called an ambulance and ran away. He had no idea what he'd do with himself, but he knew he wouldn't be sent to an orphanage.

He wandered the streets a loner, begging and pick pocketing for a living. However, things changed drastically when he turned 11. A woman ran up to him in the street, crying hysterically and begging him to forgive her. It was his mother, after hearing about how he had run away she had launched a community operation to find him. She had reformed her ways and was now working as a social worker.

When she took him to her home, he felt a sense of illness. Something was wrong and he couldn't tell what. It was only when she showed him a picture of himself just after his birth that everything changed. He felt like he'd been impaled on a spike, and stumbled out of the home in his pain, eventually falling unconscious in a nearby alley. When he woke up, a robotic demon floated before him. He came to know this 'demon' as Mars.

After investigating it with his mother, she revealed that she was initially supposed to birth twins, but Pascal's brother had died in utero. Discovering that Mars, his brother, had given Pascal powers along with having a few of his own, Pascal set out to clean up the streets of Italy. Gaining reputation and fame within some circles.

He was soon contacted by a few like minded teenagers from the states about forming a group called 'The Teen Titans', he accepted of course.

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Titans Go!

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Central City, 10:37 AM

The day had started off like any other, the sounds of the city stirring to life as people began to bustle about and set off to start their daily lives. The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, its rays only being obscured by the occasional cloud that drifted by. Countless hordes of people scurried to and fro carrying out the thousands of tasks that made up their days. Cars revived their engines and honked their horns in dissatisfaction of being caught in the congestion of morning traffic. Despite the overall clamoring that coursed through the city there was a unmistakable calm, one felt as safe and secure on these streets as they would feel in their own home.

The peace that filled Central City was unfortunately absent in the recently formed young hero group known as the Teen Titans head quarters as a nearly deafening alarm rang out through the whole of the facility. Though they were quite the new group the team had already had their share of troubles to deal with so alarms such as this was nothing too new for them. The only question was what exactly was this one for? Was it another robbery in progress? Was there a hostage that the heroes needed to help defuse? Or was there some superpowered mad man running rampant in the city threating the lives of everyone? Unfortunately for the young heroes this alarm was sounding for a problem that was much closer to home.

"Cease you machine of fire and baked goods!" Was the words that bellowed from the orange hued young man that was known to the public as the hero Nova or rather to his fellow team mates as the alien Korand'r. The otherworlder was currently in a fight against the cloud of smoke that was pouring out of the stove that held what looked like a flaming pan. Korand'r managed to reach through the black fog grab the mini inferno of cookware and pull it out of the stove, this act may have been unimaginably painful for the average person but luckily for the young alien he was made of a sturdier stalk than most. He moved the flaming dish over to the sink and quickly stuck it under a flood of running water, effectively putting out the fire but doing nothing for either the smoke that still blanketed the room nor the alarm that roared through the base.

Korand'r looked down upon his charred, and now also soaked, attempt at cooking and let out a defeated sigh. The young man may have been quite the adept warrior on the battle field he was still very much in the dark when it came to the more domestic skills, especially those of the Earthly verity. "The making of the cake is quite challenging." He said to himself as he scrapped the remnants of his failed baked good into the trash. "But it is the challenge I will master!" Korand'r declared with vigor as he set out on retracing his steps of preparing cake batter, all the while as the fire alarms still went off around him.

[Assistant]
Light, or otherwise known as Toon Girl to those who didn't know her, often spent her time in the living quarters of the tower. She was usually seen playing some sort of game with someone or watching TV, was passing the time clicking through channels looking for something to watch when the fire alarm went off. Jumping out of her seat at the sudden loud noise, Light tumbled to the ground, landing on her side. Getting to her feet, she looked around the room to figure out what was going on until she noticed the smoke coming from the kitchen. Sighing to herself, she made her way to the kitchen.

Poking her head through the doorway, she saw Nova messing around with the stove attempting to cook again, putting out whatever he was attempting to cook in the sink. "I am not eating what he burnt this time. Not after when he tried to make 'waffles'." Light said to herself, visibly shaking in terror. Unfortunately there wasn't much she could do with the huge plume of smoke causing the fire alarm to go off, so she was hoping one of the others could do something about the situation. Pulling out a small music device from her dress, Light rested herself against the back wall of the kitchen, making way for the others as she began to listen to some music to try to drown out the alarm.

Of course she wasn't really paying too much attention to where she was standing, what with a shelf above her with precariously placed pots and pans and whatnot. Hopefully one of the more 'stompy' members of the team didn't disrupt them in the commotion...

[User]
Tori kept pressing the plus symbol on the tv remote, flipping the channel every second. Football channel, Swimming channel, Spanish channel of some soap opera, uggh, it was all so boring. Tori pressed the power button on the remote and threw it up in the air as the tv turned off, and the remote landed squarely in the crack between the two cushions of the sofa. Tori sighed and leaned back as she was bored over the fact that there was nothing good on the tv. Maybe I'll go over to the headquarters, Tori thought to herself as she grabbed a beret and her communicator before walking out of her house.

As Tori walked, she took in the sights of Central City for the upteenth time. At least one bird was singing amidst the beeping cars, and she passed by the florist's shop where the flowers had bloomed. Not a bad day for those kids in the playground to play a game of catch. Life was good and peaceful. However, it also meant that it was boring. It was all so uneventful. Where were the sounds of screaming? Where was the chaos? Life wouldn't be so bad without an event like that every once in a while. Ehh, I'm sure there will be some where I'm going, Tori thought as she walked.

Entering the front door to the Titans' headquarters, Tori sighed in relief to be out of the sun. It was starting to get hot out there. Not too long after, though, was the sound of an alarm and the bellowing of a familiar alien voice. Under normal circumstances, a normal person would be panicking and confused, but Tori was smiling as she walked over to the kitchen. Ahh, there's the screaming, Tori thought as she was greeted with the sight of what looked like another failed product of Korand'r in the sink. Tori merely conjured up one of those paper folding fans and began fanning the smoke away from her face. "Hi Light. Hey Nova," Tori said in greeting. "How many times does this make it now? I've lost count after that pie. What'd you even make this time?"

[Assistant]
Central City
8:00 AM
Titans Tower

Pascal woke up to the sound of an alarm ringing out through his in ear headphones. He'd realized very quickly that his team mates weren't too fond of waking up as early as he did, and that his original, louder alarm that woke not only him, but everyone else up as well was probably not the best choice to keep on using.

He rose from his bed with a stretch, taking out his headphones and laying both them and his phone on his bedside cabinet. He rubbed his eyes, sweeping back his long blonde hair from in front of his eyes. One of the reasons he woke up this early was to style his hair, it wasn't exactly the easiest cut to style. He went to the bathroom, had a shower, styled his hair and then got dressed in civilian attire. Suffice to say, with hair like his, his identity was known to the public. With such a reputation he had to dress classy at all times, selfies were one of the many burdens of the 21st century. He wore a black Harrington jacket over a plain white t-shirt coupled with jeans and a pair of trainers.

He quickly retrieved his phone from his bedside cabinet, put in his headphones, set it to play his favourite song by his favourite band and set out of the Titans Tower for his day out on the town. Central City was less hustle and bustle than say, Metropolis, but it still had its charms and to be honest, Pascal preferred the shopping district in Central City, you didn't have to fight anyone when a sale was on and the smaller shops had unique, rare items that wouldn't be snatched up as quickly.

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Central City
10:45 AM
Titans Tower

Pascal entered the main living area of the tower to a shock. It was covered in smoke, Korand'r seemed to be trying to make a cake again while Light and Tori didn't seem to be bothered by the situation as a whole. In his arms, Pascal held two boxes of assorted doughnuts from 'Krumbly Kreme™'. Behind him, however, was his brother, Mars holding various bags filled with clothes, cds and various other items. He had an anguished look on his face, as anguished as a spirit could look anyway.

Pascal blinked a few times before quickly walking over to the table and setting down the boxes. Mars knew what to do, the two had a sort of telepathic connection in which they knew what the siblings knew what they wanted each other to do at all times. Mars floated on up to the fire alarm, before pressing in the reset button until the alarm finally stopped. Meanwhile, Pascal opened as many windows he could and walked over to the rest of the group.
"That makes it 17 times, with the cake I mean, I lost count how many times it's happened in general." He folded his arms, not out of disappointment or anything, just out of habit. "I brought doughnuts anyway, so you can take a break from setting the tower on fire, Kor" He joked, his heavy accent coming through like a train.


[System]
Species: Geth

Age: 376 years since program's creation

Gender: N/A

Appearance:

Weapons/Equipment:
-Geth Pulse Rifle v3
-Geth Plasma SMG v3
-A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit.

Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine.

Background: For most of Avatar's existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics.

After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth's efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth's planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition.

Eventually, Avatar's role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested.

Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar's assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

[User]
Tacticus started staring off at the grey metal wall as the cabal checked their gear for the final time and gave what they all assumed would be their final words to each other. They were all preparing themselves to die at this point but Tacticus thought there had to be a better way to do this. He began to wonder if the interceptors were even going to be of any use to... he stopped for a second. The blood rushed to his face as he came up with an idea. He dropped his shotgun and ran over to Sura who was still studying the map. Before Sura managed to get a word out Cactus blurted out "I may have figured out a way that does not involve us all dying."

Sura looked at Cactus as if she was waiting for him to say something. It him a moment to pick up on this but when he did he quickly went into idea. "The interceptors that are also docked with the station that we were planning to take anyways? We could just grab them first instead and use them to kill all the hostiles. We don't need to worry about air as after a couple of seconds the shields will fill in the holes we just made. I assume either RK or Avatar can fly one of them and since they're machines they should just be able to fly the interceptors remotely. Obviously we would need a way to get them past the mercs and the milita but that shouldn't be the hardest thing ever since the Geth has a cloak. We also still have access to the lights which we could again use to help mask their approach. If that isn't good enough we can try to make a diversion at the left door here." Tacticus said pointing to the left door on the map that Sura was still holding up. "Either this spares us all or most of us. But it's better than us trying to fight our way through superior numbers."

Sura was visibly surprised for a moment and took a second to think about it. "That might work... we would need to talk Avatar and the other AI into it but... it might work." She raised her left hand to her mandibles for a second to think and then turned to the geth. "Well would you be willing to put your "body" on the line like that Avatar. We'll try to cause a diversion at the other door and give you the best chance of not being seen unless someone else has a better idea."

[Assistant]
Shortly after Avatar received the credentials it required from Corporal Angelica, and Donny shared his equipment among the cabal, one of the Turians, Tacticus, proposed an alternative solution, one that Avatar's initial projections found potentially favorable. It posed significantly greater risk to its own platform, but that was preferable to risking the others' lives. Although, the plan still did not eliminate the risk to them entirely.

"This platform is expendable." Avatar answered to Sura as it was running simulations on potential outcomes for this new plan. With the security credentials Seraph provide, RK and itself could upload to the interceptors in only a few seconds, and since the hull of the station was not as heavily armored as a military vessel, they would be able to pierce through into the room from the outside.

"This plan is approximately 23% more likely to succeed with minimal civilian casualties. However, the distraction will be necessary. The estimated time required for me to reach both interceptors is twenty-seven seconds. The estimated time before the station VI restores power to the room is twenty-one seconds. You must hold the enemy forces' attention both during and after the outage in order to minimize my risk of detection. Since this plan does not require an escort force for civilian forces, I recommend all civilians wait in the room the Human forces are currently occupying, and all combat forces, including Humans, aid in the distraction. You will be able to use the doors as a defensive chokepoint, but you will still be at a significant numerical disadvantage. Once you begin your attack, you will also need to hold the right door in addition to the left, as they may use it to gain a flanking position. RK, I recommend you upload into my platform now." It explained as it sent a download request to RK. Avatar's firewalls would prevent her from accessing motor functions and other commands within its platform, but she would be able to observe its software and hardware architecture.

Avatar moved itself into cover around the corner from the right entrance to the airlocks. It had its shotgun drawn, though ideally, it would not be necessary to use it. "I will disable power to the room as soon as you begin your attack. After another five seconds, I will activate my tactical cloak and advance."

[User]
Rk wasn't thrilled at the plan. Not at all when she was informed and liked it even less when Raa attempted to coax her into it. Her face frowned on the digital pop up from Raa's omnitool as the Quarian attempted to convince her this plan was the best option, her eyebrow raised in protest. RK's jawline tightened with the words before she finally gave in.

She hadn't spoken to the Quarian for several movements as she turned her sight away, her eyes narrowed into space. Even she already had given into Raa's request. Sighing, the AI keep her disgruntled face when the Geth started making recommendation, causing her to snap back with a sarcastic, human reply. "No, I thought I would try to walk my ass over there on my own."

"RK.."

"Don't RK me, Raa. It's bad enough you risked your healthy for a complete strange, even knowing it might've killed them or worse, both of you, so don't RK me. I do this, you better stay with the civilians." RK said, eyeing Raa up and down.

"You don't have to worry about that, RK. I will. Just… be safe." The Quarian stated timidly as she looked at the retreating Asari, her expression fell a little into worrying, causing RK to speak again.

"Will you stop worrying over her? She's going to be perfectly fun unlike Avatar and me, which still seriously irritates me." RK began to download herself into Avatar's plate form while also making a digital, simple grade copy to leave behind. Not that she would admit the idea of going neck deep into a possible gunfight made her fear 'death'. After all, how could one really die if they could always reload themselves into a new body but even that had its limits and data was still corruptible in the end. Sighing a little, RK grudgingly finished downloading before she commented. "This better work."

She watched Raa head back to where the other diplomats were collecting for safety.

RK made one last sarcastic, half-hearted statement under her breath. "I think I liked the Turian's suicidal plan a lot better."

[Assistant]
"Better idea Avatar, we'll get in position at the other door and mine it. We'll sit back at the end of the hallway and fire down it. But first take this." Sura said to the machine. She pulled a grenade off her belt and tossed it to the Geth. "When we're ready we'll signal over the comms. When that happens blow your door wait a few seconds and then cut the power. Once the lights go out we'll blow our door and try to coax them out of their positions towards us. If we time it right they won't even have time to see you with any thermals or low light they may have. Turning to Solares Sura finished off the plan. "Your job is going to be to drop anyone you see wearing a helmet first. It should make the AI's jobs easier if no one can see them. Figure that widow of yours can accomplish that." She turned back to her cabal who had all been ready to go for awhile. "Space out any barriers you can into the hallway so we have more firing points than just the corner. Our goal is suppression not necessarily accuracy. You have my permission to do what you need to."

Tacticus and the whole cabal knew what she had just implied to them. He had heard stories of Sura's earlier career in the cabal corp. They had to execute some cowards who had broken when facing a group of Krogans. She repeated that final sentence them whenever she even vaguely mentioned it. Given what she had said about the Humans earlier... they all knew what it meant. Everyone gave off a yessir and stacked up on the hallway and began to file around the corner towards the hallways leading to the lounge. When they got there they all stacked up on the left side Sura gave Tacticus and Numso each a widow mine. With out saying a word she pointed Tacticus to a small alcove and Numso to the door. Since the door was automatic it would only take a couple of seconds to activate so he would have to place the charge down fast. They both nodded to her and jumped into their biotic charges. Tacticus quickly brought the mine up and put it roughly at ankle level in the small alcove and pointed the laser to run across the hallway. If anyone came running down the hall they would trip the mine. He quickly turned catapulted himself back behind the lip of the wall. Seconds later Numso did the same. Taking care to not set off the mine Numso came out of his charge about a foot in the air in an attempt to not blow himself up.

Sura then signaled the Geth over the comms with ping notifying it that they were ready.


[System]
Male
Age 31
Appearance
6'2"
Blue eyes
Long neat blonde hair that reaches down to the shoulders.
Bangs can easily cover his face if Felix doesn't keep them pinned to the side.
Felix has a rugged face with scruffy patchy facial hair (constant five o' clock shadow)
Felix wears glasses only for reading, and heavy arch-mage robes.

This is what Felix basically looks like.
I'm
Magician Savant: Felix is well versed in virtually every magic style the Catholic church is aware of. He is a master of both combat and defensive magic, as well has healing magic. Felix has always been exceptional at magic, to the point of even creating his own spell and combat style.
Manaegis: At the age of twenty he created Manaegis, his flagship ability. Manaegis forces latent mana within the user out into a physical manifestation of a bright blue full suit of armor and a weapon. Both the armor and weapon are essentially weightless, but are slightly stronger than steel.
Manalysis: Due to Felix's mastery and large mana reservoir, he has an ability known as manalysis. Manalysis allows Felix to comprehend mana in a way most people cannot. First off, Felix can physically see the auras of other Talents. These auras each have colors unique to the individual's aura. This color has to do with the type of magic the Talent has a mastery in, as well as their personal morality alignment. The size of the aura is directly correspondent to the size of the Talent's mana well. Manalysis also allows him to feel small shifts within mana waves in the air. Nature exudes its own mana waves, which are disrupted by other mana users who have their own magic wave radiation. Felix is able to feel this discrepancy and interpret use it to sense others. He can use this in combat to predict his enemies moves, as well as out of combat to detect mana users. Manalysis while not rare, is very difficult to master to the degree that Felix has.

Felix also has a mastery of spacial magic allowing him to levitate and teleport on a whim.

Felix was born in New York City, New York. When Felix was an infant, the Catholic magi scouts detected a large amount of mana residing within the Felix's household. Knowing about the newborn and the massive reserves of mana held within him, the scouts approached Felix's parents telling them of the situation. Felix's parents, having seen small displays of magic from Felix decided they were not equipped to raise the child and relinquished the custodial rights to the Catholic Church. Throughout his childhood, he studied and lived at the NYC Catholic cathedral. At around the age of sixteen, he showed such prowess and proficiency with magic, that the NYC cathedral had nothing left to teach him, so he was sent off to the Vatican to learn from the best of the best. After studying at the Vatican, it wasn't long before Felix achieved the status of Arch-mage and earned a seat in the inner council. At the age of twenty Felix developed his own magic style, manaegis. After developing this magic style, he was asked to become an instructor at the Vatican and teach others to master the magic style. This is where he resides to this day.

Armor looks essentially like this
But is completely smooth without bolt marks and bumps, and is also a bit transparent as well with a blue ethereal glow.
The weapon looks like this
but completely blue with the same transparency and ethereal glow as the armor

Felix is headstrong, intelligent, and very wise (although only 31 years old). Felix does his best to be passive, but has no problem fighting if he deems it necessary. Felix hardly ever gets angry, and when he does it is always justified. Stuck in his ways, he can be a little too headstrong. This resulted in him not leaving the Catholic church until recently, even though he knew some of the problems the organization had. Felix loves music, and is very musical himself. He carries with him at all times a Hoener Marineband Special 20 B♭ harmonica. He knows how to play the harmonica, piano, and guitar. As a professor, he is very instructive, and is a great mentor. Felix is very friendly and tends to think of everyone he meets as a friend. Even when Felix has a problem with someone, he will not hold any ill-will toward them.

[User]
Felix scratched his head for a moment at the, "smell on you is weak," bit.

"I'm not quite sure if you meant I smell weak, or the smell of the church is weak on me. Hopefully it's the latter and not the former, because with the former I'd tell you that your senses are off. Though, the latter would certainly mean you have a keen olfactory system. I am no longer with any church, and in fact, my goals run contrary to the Arcanocracy at the moment. This places me in the predicament of dealing with them as adversaries for the first time." Felix began to explain, "I can't begin to tell you why, or how. But a few weeks ago I had a dream. In this dream I was told to collect the ancient artifacts known as the Paragons, and that the consequences would be dire should I choose to refuse this request. Dire as in, world ending apocalypse dire. I was also told to gather specific people, and form an alliance with them. This was a peculiar request and placed me in a precarious situation. The day before my dream the arcanocracy had just voted to ascertain the paragons for the betterment of the Catholic order. You could see why that might be contrary to the status quo as it were. When I awoke from that dream I found myself sitting at my desk instead of in my bed, in front of me was a list of names and locations written in my hand writing." Felix continued, "So, I set out to find these names, and find them I did. I brought them back to my headquarters, and they quickly set out to find the first paragon which was close by. They found the paragon, but encountered the catholic arcanocracy along the way. An old colleague of mine, Arch-Magi Thadeus. I stepped in before he could harm any of the team, and he quickly retreated at my appearance. This all happened yesterday. After I got the group back to the headquarters, I ended up having a second dream, with more names on a new list in front of me when I awoke."

Felix flicked his wrist, a blue flurry of flames consuming has hand briefly, then quickly subsided, leaving a thick piece of parchment in Felix's once empty hand.

"Your name is the last name on this list. The others I have visited have agreed to join Paragon's End, the alliance to collect and seal the paragons. The road ahead of us is fraught with perils, enemies who were once my friends seek our blood. We have already lost two of the names from the first list, one dead by Thadeus and his gang before he could even answer the request to join the alliance, the other dead by a trap in the catacombs where the first paragon lay. With all of this said, will you consider joining our team?" Felix requested.

[Assistant]
An asian looking man greeted Ava in very authentic German. Ava was slightly taken back from this, but was non the less relieved that there was at least somebody here who could speak her native language. After all, being isolated for most of your life doesn't exactly allow for a healthy understanding of foreign languages.

"Guten Morgan! Ich habe nicht erwartet jemand meine Sprache sprechen. Wo hast du gelernt?" she asked.

[User]
She looks at the ground, "My position in the Convent has lead me on long stretches without companions. My visage is not the most well received of forms, either. Knowing this, I give you a chance to reconsider your request. I am not the most easy of companions you could wish for. I do, however, possess a set of skills applicable to your mission. Your terms are not counter to my obligations or observances, nor my duty. Assuming you take no trouble with me, I take no trouble in our temporary alliance."

She looks him in the eyes, and for the briefest of moments the illusion drops around her, super-positioning both images together. As things stand, she seems to be accepting the request.

[Assistant]
(Nemo isn't asian)

"ich lernte in das Vaterland, naturlich." Nemo replied pleasantly. "Und das ist mein bester Freund und Kamerad, Raiya Mamushi." He added seeing Raiya didn't seem too interested in pleasantries herself, glancing at Raiya before turning back to Ava. His positive introduction of her was odd considering what polar opposites they were. However with Nemo's pale ghostly visage and Raiya's heavy metal appearance, they made for a rather intimidating looking duo.

"So, tell me Ava, what brings a young girl such as yourself here, in such a dangerous and precarious situation?" He asked.

[User]
Felix smiled and blew out a sigh of relief.

"Luckily for you, we do not get the luxury of deciding our allies. Only those written on the lists can be one of us. And your name is here in bold black ink. We all treat each other with a certain amount of respect, even if Raiya is a bit rough around the edges when it comes to respect... You have no need to fear negative reception of your true form. I mean, our group consists of an ex-hitman convict who is pure white from head to toe, a yakuza leader who is part snake even sheds her skin every so often, a talentless magi scholar who gets by on his advanced intellect and quick thinking, an old enemy who was just trying to kill us yesterday, a girl who has no memories, and a hungarian girl who is actually part bird with wings and all. Oh, and of course me, an insane ex-Arch-Magi who has dreams and decides to listen to them as a good source of information. We are the motley-ist of crews there can be. You'll fit right in. I am sure." Felix explained.

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All these plesentries made Raiya a bit sick to her stomach. Raiya didn't know german, but she knew enough to roughly understand what they were saying, and she was not amused. Best friend? I don't even have friends, only subordinates and circumstantial comrades.  She thought. She was used to being the leader and giving people orders that they would follow with no questions asked. She wasn't really used to actually communicating feelings; in fact, she was sure she was allergic to it. The only reason she told Nemo as much as she did was because she was drunk, and also because she wanted to give him a false sense of companionship with her so she could find out any weaknesses he might have.

Raiya stuck out her tongue and made a overacted gagging sound. She promptly stood up and walked over to the kitchen to make some alcoholic beverage that could dull her senses. That was the only way she was going to make it through the day.

[Assistant] "Hmm.... I think that I'm here for two reasons." she said, after a brief pause of thinking. "I guess first and foremost, to see the world. I've lived in my home village all my life so far. I've never really seen what the rest of the world is like. I've read about it when I could, talked to the rare outside who might stumble into town, but never had the chance to go very far from my home. The mountains of the Alps are pretty much all I know." Ava smiled a bit. "But now, I'm getting the feeling that by the end of this, we'll have seen a lot more than the Austrian countryside. Secondly, I want revenge against the Church. They've hunted my family for generations, calling us abominations and an affront to their beliefs.... " Ava motioned to her large wings. "... I, along with my father and my grandfather, are the last of the Kuriers to carry this curse. It's why I've never left the village I come from in the first place. So when Felix just showed up out of nowhere, offering the save the world and screw over the church, well..." Ava giggled a bit. "You could understand my eagerness."

[User]
Nemo gave a slight laugh in response to Raiya's reaction before she left to the kitchen. "Peachy as ever."

"Ah yes, the Alps. Beautiful, are they not? I once spent a whole night at the summit of Mont Blanc, truly a breathtaking view. I've always felt home in the cold, so the climate didn't bother me none. In fact, it only enhanced the experience for me." Nemo explained.

"We have some things in common, you and I. The church certainly never held a very good opinion of me either. Abomination is a title I know quite well. However sometimes I feel that I can't blame them for thinking that way. I haven't done much to dispel their accusations. They hunt me, I hunt them, who will be left standing in the end? I'm not sure. But I like to keep it simple."

"However I doubt the persecution you've felt from the church will end with the church. Witchhunters are always a rather judgmental bunch, the Cult will always be a stick up somebody's rear end for some reason. The world we inhabit is filled to the brim with characters just waiting for a conflict. It's why we both are where we are right now." Nemo said, keeping a rather upbeat attitude through his ramblings.

"I'm curious, have you even been in a fight before? Have you taken a life Ava Kurier? Do you carry a weapon?" He asked.

[Assistant]
"Uh.... no. I've never really been in a proper fight before... I only know a little bit on how to fight from my father and some of the villagers. I've gone hunting before, but I don't carry a weapon on me." Ava said, almost disappointing in herself that she didn't even bother to grab a kitchen knife, let alone a proper weapon, before leaving her home.

"But my grandfather did warn me about something. Apparently this," Ava held out her hand. A ball of condensed air began to form in her palm, becoming almost visible. "... power, he called it, can be very dangerous. They kept me from practicing or experimenting with it, especially when I accidentally blew the wall of a barn when I was curious a few years back. But I don't really know much about it, or why I can control the air like this..." she said, at least feeling a little less useless.

[User] Zoey raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. Looking about as if trying to memorize the place, she nods and walks to within touching distance of Felix. "Very well, I am ready. Take me to this team, then." She makes sure that her illusion is very much up, thus looking very normal and not disturbing in the slightest. In fact, she looked pretty average for an American all around, if a little bit like a slob with her sweats and tossed t-shirt. Nobody would be particularly swayed either direction at the sight of her as she was.

[Assistant]
Felix nodded, and turned around, opening a rift in front of them, the shimmering surface displaying a comfy living room with a fireplace, and many people gathered together.

"Let us away, then." Felix said.

He stepped through, and appeared in front of everyone in the living room.

"Mission complete!" Felix beamed, sticking his hand out in a thumbs up.


[System]
Species: Half-Bear
Age: 8 (physically adult)
Gender: Male
Appearance: 10ft, 550lbs. Unusually long torso. Tawny brown fur with dark brown grizzling.
 Claws are aggressively trimmed and filed down to thick nubs. Concealed in thick holocaust cloak/robes, gloves, and heavy boots. Carries a coarse wooden staff. Cloak decorated with typical druid paraphernalia. Colorblind (Yellow-green)

If disrobed, and on all fours, would pass easily as just a very large bear.

Bio: Offspring from the "sordid" (depending on who you ask) relationship between a forest hermit and a she-bear. Learned his craft and appreciation for honesty, integrity, and reverence for natural beauty from his dad. His "Good looks" from his mother.
Shy/sentimental. Has a brother the same age, and numerous younger siblings. Due to events in his home province before his birth, his father is magically connected with a rather expansive magical woodland, which suits him fine. Local logging town and his dad have a 'mixed feelings' relationship about each other. Cedar helps with diplomatic solutions. Is still young and naive in many ways, but shockingly adult and mature in others.

Skillset:
Woodcraft,
basic potion lore,
basic anatomy,
ecology.
Possesses "Speak to animals" spell-like ability.
Superhuman strength.
Superhuman sense of smell.
Low-light vision

Spells:
"Enhance/grow vegetation"
"Entangling roots/vines"
"Light heal"
"Detect magic"

Equipment: Dark brown and green 'holocaust cloak'/robes. Large wooden staff. Small hand axe. Small boot knife. Ball of twine. Antler knapping tool. Flints.

Other: Will arrive 'later' than other players.

[User]
[NPC Post]

The day could've went better for one Constable Aaron Delving. It was supposed to be a quick check up to ensure no trouble had come to pass, yet it turned out there's a bunch of nosey no-gooders stomping around what's arguably the most important site under his responsibility. Unfortunately he had went in expecting a bunch of scammers that could be easily hauled into the dungeons with some harsh words, and that led to the noose of various circumstances tightening around his neck.

For one, he had the mistake of acknowledging the rabid dog of Rosenving as a noble. That alone massively reduced his options, considering that his men would be very much disinclined to dip hands into nobility conflict. Then there's the royal seal that now unfurled on the ground for all to see, and he could practically feel the unrest building up behind him. Just as the soldiers were stuck between a rock and a hard place, the constable too were torn between keeping his hard stance or accepting the implied ceasefire.

"Men, escort these people off the premise. No one is to enter until I personally permitted otherwise." The constable eventually said, stomping the butt of his pike twice on the paved ground. There's audible sigh of relief from the rank, but he pretended he didn't hear those. "The court will want explanations on how these mannerless scums managed to acquire a royal seal." It wouldn't be too late to arrest these lot after the king was pressured to deny the knowledge of their existence.

With a gruff snort, Constable Delving stomped off the premise as most of guards hurriedly jogged to follow. Was it sheer noble pride that caused this behavior, or were there more sinister motivation lurking underneath? Regardless, as the marching footsteps faded into the distance, the rest of the guards politely but sternly showed the party the exit. One of them even very carefully retrieved and patted the dust off the order before handing it back to Jazdia.

With the prickly constable gone, it's probably best to not cause any further disturbance for now.

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

The fort by the river was, at one point, one of the various defensive installment to prevent unwanted naval presence from sailing inland and wreak havoc in the underbelly of Kindeance. As time passed and the kingdom's navy grew in strength, however, the facility gradually lost importance until a great season of deluge many decades ago caused the river to shift and engulfed most of the fort.

The wooden structures had long since decayed and swept away, leaving no more sign of the great hall. The outer wall had all but collapsed, though the two towers at the land-side still persistently stood albeit slowly sinking and tilting over time. The keep too had partially collapsed as the motte it stood on was eroded by water, but somehow it wasn't uncomfortably tilted unlike the two surviving towers.

Matilda entered through a collapsed wall, into what should be the lord or commander's mess hall. The entire place was devoid of furniture, any trace of it already taken away when the fort was abandoned. The stench of horse dung permeated through the room, coming from the far side where a pile of feed and an open barrel filled with now stagnant water.

The last bit seemed to be a slightly more recent addition to the aged fort.

[User]
Keeping up with Cedar's bear-like speeds, Henri was then caked in mud and it irritated him, slightly. Nothing that can't be fully undone, however. He began walking towards the entrance of the ruins. As he did so, steam rose up from the mud on him, drying up quickly into fine dirt which then began collapsing off of his body. It looked quite like Henri walked out of a dirt-coloured smoke cloud, and he was then fully clean again.

 The amount of control it must have taken to remove every speck of dust at the same time... Training his control for decades with the thousand minuscule parts of this pocket watch is worth it. Truly, he can repair it himself without having to use Inorganic Repair.

 He looked at the collapsed wall, then glanced at Cedar. This wouldn't quite do. He held out his hand and began tearing off as much brick as he could to make Cedar fit without collapsing the ceiling. At the same time, he cast Temperature Increase on Matilda's left shoulderplate that was affected by Core Spreading, not enough to burn her but just to signify that they've arrived. The cyan marking on the shoulderplate faded slightly, but it's still quite there.

 He walked in, fully unable to smell anything, much less horse dung, but could at least tell that the water in the barrel is dirty and not potable. They haven't been here for far too long. He sighed. Even now, the only thing they could do is find more clues?

 Invoking his Metal Sense to look for traps and anything useful in the ruins, as well as Matilda's unique armor.

[Assistant]
As the situation settle downed by a ceasefire. Chōnan make a small bow on his party after exiting the park. By reflecting himself from action before, he keeps being quiet and focuses to guide the party as the team leader's wish. Still on his awareness on his surrounding and never let his guard off.

He keep guiding the party with the shortcuts and will cover the fees for showing a compensation from his action and show more hospitality to his party.

[User]
Jazdia watched the man depart with mixed feelings but then decided not to make more fuss of it. Well, wasn't that just nice? That constable left, nobody got hurt and they both can preserve their pride. The only lamentable things about this state of affairs were Jazdia swatted hand and their access to investigate the site had been cut off.

She tied the ribbons and left, thinking about how Fredricus would deal with the incoming storm.

 ***

Nobody knew what Jazdia was thinking right now, not even herself. As they walked down the street of Rascade, the elf remained quiet, and her companions too until someone broke the ice by informing them that he will go for an errand. The Chounan guy did it again, asking to do questionable deeds at the worst possible time. It was apparent that Jazdia started to question the cohesion of her group.

"What a prick. That Delving." gruffed Yvonne, both seemed to ignore Chounan who already excused himself to God knows where.

"Oh, you know him? I guess such feud is indeed common amongst every house across this continent."

"Yeah. Not too well though, and it's been eight years." She shrugged. "The man wasn't incompetent or anything, but he's at best above average in just about anything he put his hands on. The Delving name carried him far though, and he ain't shy about flaunting it. From what I've seen, he's practically unchanged."

Yvonne hardly needed to remind Jazdia of that. Their brief investigation alone had revealed a sheer incompetency so blatant it looked very unnatural. The other half of the explanation suggested that it could be the case, however; a prominent house means great political bargaining power and support, something that Fredricus couldn't afford to lose. And Jazdia knew a man like him would not think twice to pander a noble oaf by giving him a strategic position. And that decision had almost proven to be his undoing five days ago.

Jazdia patted her shoulder. In order to give them a sense of progress, and encouragement Jazdia couldn't help but be technical with her words. "What happened back there was indeed regrettable, but let's not get sidetracked. We got what we needed, that Black Serpent sounds like a solid lead."

The elf looked at the red sundown at the west and wondered how was the investigation going on Matilda's side. She hoped they have reached Hdur as planned. It was such a shame that she, as the one who planned the rendezvous couldn't keep her word and be there as scheduled.

Their stroll from the Memorial park to the city boulevard, again, was uneventful, to say the least. Jazdia brought them to a place called Angel's Share. A large, three-story building, with extravagant decorations that made it look like a bordello. There was a sign on its door that read Closed, but the lower windows showed lights behind thick curtains.

As they hesitated to get inside, a spacious common room greeted them, with a hearth, long tables, and the smell of ripe cheese, beers, wines, and fresh loaves that makes it feel homelike... or tavern-like? Upon closer inspection (if one could bother). the inn looked well-maintained and seemed to be designed with the utmost sense of hygiene in mind. The floor was tightly nailed, the tables were stainless, and the bar, Instead of wooden, its surface layered with granite tiles, ensuring no detritus or any kind of filthy scraps unfit to be mentioned resided. Jazdia told them beforehand that this inn underwent a partial facelift to make it more presentable and up to the standard she had back in Helvetia.

"Good afternoon, Miss Jazdia! The meeting went well I assume?"

At the counter was a handsome young man that seemed to be in his early twenties. He wore a dull evening shirt with a black tailcoat and had his face adorned with gold-framed glasses. Behind him were large cabinets with the usual assortments of kegs, flasks, and clean mugs shelved neatly. Among other things were a dozen or so bottles of wines that seemed to be added just recently, and a full-sized calendar nailed at the beam. The artwork for September presented a certain elven blondie clad in questionable two-piece swimwear posing with an irritated expression.

The elf immediately had herself seated. "Afternoon, Lucas. It was, yeah, as expected from Fredricus's court." Jazdia looked around before placing her bag on the table. "No angry mob stormed this place in my absence I assume?"

The bartender shook his head, smiling as he headed into the kitchen. When returned, he brought with him a tray laden with kettle and other crookeries. "I saw no patrons, let alone undesirable characters walking through our door today, milady."

The tea was served in a blue porcelain cup, followed by a slice of freshly baked Helvetian-style spekkoek not long after. Jazdia then asked for a pen and paper and requested Lucas to prepare a pair of homing pigeons.

After providing all of her requests and the elf began to compose her letters, the bartender faced Jazdia's newfound companions and humbly asked. "How can I be of service?"

[Assistant]
@A5G @Grade

Matilda was glad that her helmet was blocking out the smell of horse dung and mold. Scanning the area where she should go next, heading towards the middle door. Treading carefully as she made her way further into the fortress. The sounds of water drops and other strange sounds did not help with her paranoia. But she assumed that she could be heard, because of her heavy armour. Stopping to check her surroundings, making sure there was no one waiting to ambush her. After a few silent moments, she could see the mark on her shoulder plate starting to glow red hot. Signifying that the others had arrived, walking further out towards what she presumed was the commander's office.

The large orc was searching everywhere for any kind of clue, it didn't matter if it was some sort of paperwork. What would be even better if she could find one of the kidnappers to interrogate. She hoped that the culprits were here, just so she could give them a well deserved beating.


[System]
* Age: 228
* Gender: Female
* Race: Sentient Undead (Human)
* Appearance:
 Though at one time as shiny and luminescent as pictured, Tyaethe's armour has lost much of its lustre due to a combination of two hundred years of constant use and an inability to perfectly clean it whilst in use. The result is a blurring of the intricate detailing on the paladin's shield and armour, and the shining metal is now a dull grey verging on black—when not coated in blood. It got cleaned. The scarf obscures how the throat is heavily armoured, beyond what one would expect of such an ensemble.
Though none still in the knights can say for certain what she looks like underneath all the armour, her eyes are clearly an unusually brilliant red and her hair white. Since the armour's on the intentionally bulky side and doesn't come off, it's not quite clear what Tyaethe's height is... though probably over six feet. Currently, she seems to be trapped in appearance as a child... though her armour's size doesn't quite mesh with the old paintings.
* Personality: If there's one thing that all her instructors tried to do, it was to cure Tyaethe of her temper. Fervour and determination in a battle is all well and good but carrying that attitude over to your everyday life? Despite their efforts, it was a fruitless endeavour and the tall paladin is as irascible as ever, though with enough self-control to avoid the worst outcomes.
At heart, Tyaethe is a dutiful knight and a good person. So despite her frequent anger, she has never once backed down on her duties or struck out at a child or someone truly innocent, even if rather aggressive verbally. Her unfaltering devotion to her duty—or anything else, as she seems too stubborn to ever back down—is best exemplified by her continued presence in the Iron Rose Knights, despite the drift from being a religious order.
Something more familiar to the newer recruits than the veterans is her sullenness and risk-taking. Not a behaviour always evident but at the same time a concerning trend, as if her patience for something is running out.
One trait carried over from her normal life is a dislike of being seen out of her armour. Since Elionne's death, this has exacerbated into a full refusal to remove it for any reason short of their first captain's return. Partly, at least, this is to prevent anyone from learning of her undeath and to preserve the idea of an immortal knight.
* Brief Backstory: Tyaethe was born to a minor noble family and, as the only child, was expected to carry on the family's duty as knights. To this end, at the age of seven, her education was entrusted to an important but highly religious duke that owed her father his life. It was for this reason that instead of continuing on to be a squire, the young Tyaethe pledged her service to the church and became a paladin.
As an adult, her strength and steadfast service was admirable, even though her hot-headed attitude caused friction with some of those she had to work with. It was for this reason that she was granted the honour of protecting the High Priestess and, when reports of an incoming force surfaced, left Falthir in order to conduct the fighting when she wouldn't be at risk. Naturally, this backfired and it was only Elionne's intervention that prevented the deception from being successful due to the diversion of the guards.
Owing the maiden for fulfilling her duty where she could not, Tyaethe swore to serve her in life and in death, second only to the goddesses. Part of the Iron Rose Knights since their inception, Tyaethe's death came in a pitched battle where their foes managed to split herself, Elionne, and some less experienced knights from the majority of their comrades.
The reason for her survival has never been perfectly explained. Some of the knights assumed it was just sheer luck and the high level of mana in the region and the more religious assigned it to divine intervention. Some of her detractors have even accused Tyaethe of dabbling in necromancy. As for the paladin herself, she cites her oath and willpower, as well as a refusal to go down whilst Elionne was still in danger. The fact of her undeath has been kept a secret within the knights, to cultivate a reputation as an immortal holy warrior, though doubtless people have guessed the truth.
Tyaethe has been unsurprisingly steadily more bitter since the original captain left, wanting to know why and find out what happened. Despite this, she has faithfully explained new captains their duties and guided them through it, even as the knights have drifted further and further from the religious unit she joined.
* Equipment: Forged nearly two hundred years before, the styling of Tyaethe's armour is antiquated to say the least—though the decorations, obscured as they are, resemble the current pieces made on the behalf of the church. Few people can move efficiently in such weighty protection, let alone adjust to how it restricts movement in order to fight but even going for its vulnerabilities leads to a difficult time in scoring a fatal injury. Of particular note is the one addition made before Elionne left: a reinforced gorget, to make even accidental decapitation even less likely.
Her other armament consists of a sword that most refuse to treat as one and an immense shield. Both are as long as she is tall and the sword itself unreasonably broad and tough; it crushes as much as it actually cuts. The shield, scratched though the design is over the years, contains a wolf rampant in its design—a lesser-used Mayonite symbol.
All three pieces were blessed and enchanted to regenerate under moonlight, since even before Tyaethe's death they took vast amounts of punishment and repairing them manually was prohibitively costly.
* Skills: Raised as a member of the nobility and intended to become a far more ordinary knight, Tyaethe knows falconry, board games, how to ride, and the social graces needed for polite company. All of these skills, save the riding—and that relies on draught horses in her case—are incredibly rusty skills due to neglect. Her literacy and ability to recite scripture on a whim, due to her training as a paladin, are as strong as ever.
In combat, Tyaethe's immense strength and armour leads to an approach best likened to an oncoming tide: she's not the most agile or that hard to hit but actually stopping her or resisting the offence is futile. Her speed can also be deceptive; she chooses to adopt a slow approach for psychological reasons and is more than capable of surging forwards to strike down a threat. Though a shield might seem redundant with such armour, she happily uses it as a second weapon or to force an opening from someone hoping to budge her defence.
With over a century of experience on her side and an initial training in the arts of warfare, Tyaethe is also a valuable tactical and strategic source—provided that you ask her opinion when she's not agitated in some manner and ensure that the reason Tyaethe suggests she be put in the thick of it is due to needing an immovable obstacle.

[User]
The sky was painted orange. The light played across the clouds, and cast that splash of color along the landscape beneath it. This light stretched the shadows of trees and other objects across the ground, making them seem almost jagged. Quite a large number of these shadows were moving.

The horses's hooves clacked as the hit the ground on a steady rhythm. Due to the large number of them, this created almost a chorus of clopping hooves. At the head of the group was a white mare, a young and sturdy horse clearly well-cared for. On her back was a girl, no older then sixteen, wearing armor with a flowing white and gold cape. Her armor was pristine, cared for with exceptional attention, shining in the light of the sunset. Though she had never been in any serious combat before now, the level of care to her armor would not falter even after doing so. Her hair was blonde, eyes blue, and skin pale. She had a rather intense expression on her face.

Bandit King Jeremiah. That was the name of the man they were riding out against today. He led a band of thieves and criminals, vicious bandits who had pillaged even small villages by this point. They had preyed upon the innocent. They had killed the defenseless to claim their belongings. And their leader had the gall to claim himself a "King". Reports told of how he had cut down soldiers sent to destroy his band. Of how he had sent a dying man back to the capital to tell of how he would ransack it, as well. Of how not even the Iron Rose Knights could stop him.

So, it had been decided it was time to put this to the test. To destroy these vicious and cruel men before they could take more innocent lives. Thaln's soldiers were unable to eliminate Jeremiah, but the legendary Iron Rose Knights...

Fanilly gripped the leather in her hands tightly. They... had to win. She had to prove she could do this, and they had to destroy such cruel, wicked bandits. There was no question of it. The bandit's camp was not far off, not even too distant from the road. The Bandit King's brazen attitude had grown, leading to little fear from his band of criminals at remaining so close.

She looked back over her shoulder.

"It won't be much longer that we will need to proceed on-foot," she said.

The strategy was a simple one. To position themselves around the camp, advance inward, and destroy it. While the bandits were powerful... an attack by the famed Iron Rose Knights when they unprepared could surely eliminate them. Even though she doubted herself... deep down, Fanilly felt that the Bandit King was more of a braggart then a powerful warrior. He had likely exploited whatever advantage he could to take down the soldiers sent to eliminate his band of thieves.

Her knights were prepared, however.

Fanilly could only hope she was as well.

[Assistant]
Tiral let out a sigh as his horse plodded on, his eyes restlessly flicking about as the two continued on. A call to arms was a rare incident, and the knight was itching to go test his skills against a real opponent. While the Order was by no means an organization for adventurers, the resources they had at their disposal combined with the quality of their training regimen was far more enticing than what most guilds and such offered.

So here he was now, following behind a girl barely reaching for adulthood, as they all rode forth to go and suppress a bandit 'king' and his troops. For some reason or another, Tiral found the whole situation to be... Well, sort of surreal. Wouldn't it be more rational to send in a more experienced knight to lead the charge and let her gain experience as a second-in-command? Sending someone onto the front lines like this seemed like a recipe for disaster...

"Better than cleaning the stables, at least..." he sighed to himself as he stared at the road ahead, a frown on his face. "Whatever happens, happens; no skin off of my back."

The teenager spoke now, mentioning that they would have to leave their steeds behind to continue their assault. That seemed a bit strange to Tiral. Did the enemy have some sort of anti-cavalry measures at hand to justify that course of action? Even if they were to enter a forest, it wasn't as if riding horses was that much of a hassle... Right?

Regardless of that hint of doubt, though, orders were orders, and he would have to comply when the time came around.

"...I wonder how far they'll push me, though... It's been a while since I've had anything more than spars on hand..."