[System]
Dr. Richard Lester

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Character Summary
Aliases: Professor Lester
Age: 44
Birthday: December 21st, 1946
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: San Francisco, California
Residence: 3 Graze Street
Gender: Male
Major/Minor:Doctorate in Business Administration
Occupation: Professor at Pacific North University
Languages: English (Fluent), Japanese (Fluent, Learnt for Business Travel)

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Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 169 lbs.
Build: Average, Lean
Eyes: Ocean-Blue
Hair: Brushed-Back, Medium-length Brown Hair
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style:

Professor Richard Lester dresses plainly, with corporate and dress code interests in mind. He wears a two-piece suit, which is either a hint of dark-blue or dark-grey; he typically wears either a red or blue tie. Richard wears a On his wrist, the professor always wears a well-crafted golden watch, and his old wedding golden ring. As expected, the rest of his style retains the same feel; he wears matching slacks with his suit jacket, with black dress shoes. As per the professor's expression, demeanor, and way of carrying himself, there are usually no dynamic emotions; few smiles leave his face, as also he stands up straight whenever possible. His brow is usually tame, at which point demonstrates a chilling degree of austerity.

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Psychology
Intelligent * Cold * Mild-Mannered * Easily-Aggravated *  Frank * Mildly-Possessive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality:

When you see the white-collar shirt, tie, and slacks, it's easy to assume that Richard Lester is a simple, nine-to-five job employee with a wife and two kids. The reality is much different – far different. Richard Lester is a man that possesses a 151 IQ, and is quite potentially as cold as ice, although, that appearance is only so because Lester has truly odd and peculiar ways of expressing his feelings, which has led to an emotional dependency on his children, after the courts decided to confer parenthood with his wife. Although passive and mild-mannered in nature, it was always what Lester never did for his wife besides provide the essentials for living, which lead up to his divorce five years ago.

Lester is easily aggravated. It may be a simple nuisance in his day that drives me to reply with a passive-aggressive comment, an angry glare, or even potentially a rant; this proneness to aggravation has led to Lester target shooting for anger and stress relief. This most devolves from an honest, frank nature about Richard that encompasses a level of intellectual honesty. Lester is also mildly-possessive; Richard wants to control the narrative of his life, whether that is through his children wanting him, or wanting a promotion at work.

Habits:
- Smoking
- Alcohol
- Nonchalantly Staring off into the Distance

Hobbies:
- Shooting
- Chess

Fears:
* His Children not Needing Him Anymore
* Anything Happening to his Children (or ex-wife)
* His Deceased Mother miraculously finding out that uses Firearms

Likes:
* Money
* Black Coffee
* His Children
* Going to the Firing Range
* Quiet, Midnight Driving
* Computers

Dislikes:
* Bosses
* Smoking
* The Majority of University Students
* Loud, Heavily-Populated Places
* Big Egos at Work
* Tabloid Journalism

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Business Administration
* Strategy
* World Literature
* Persuasion
* Grit
* Critical Thinking and Analysis
* Research
* Manipulation
* Advanced Education

Combat Skills:
* Brawling [Childhood]
* Pistols [Shooting]
* Riflery [Shooting]
* Stamina [General]
* Driving [Drives Forty Minutes to work every morning]

What Is On Your Person:

* Clothing
* Wallet – ID, $350 USD, Pictures of Both of his Children
* Suitcase
* Lighter
* Cigarettes
* Pager
* Golden, Well-Crafted Watch
* Old Wedding Ring

Residence:

* M1911 Caliber .45 Pistol with Two Clips [16 .45 Cartridges, 8 rounds per clip, Ammunition Stored Seperately]
* Winchester Model 70 Bolt-Action Rifle [10 .308 Cartridges, 5 round capacity, Ammunition Stored Separately]
* Bookshelf with Various Books and Textbooks in Business and Math
* IBM PS/2 Personal Computer
* Chess Board with Chess Figurines
* Alcohol
* Cigarettes
* 1985 BMW 733i Sedan

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History
Life Before the Murder:

Richard Thomas Lester was born in 1947 in San Francisco, California, and was effectively apart of the Baby Boomer burst in the population of America. Richard's father, was a World War 2 Marine Corps Officer, and fought in the Pacific Theatre. Richard's mother, alternatively, worked as a midwife in a hospital in San Francisco. Richard's upbringing was mostly humble. However, at the age of six, Richard's father was involved in a hunting accident with his own firearm, and died from the wounds. Richard's mother made him swear, at the age of six, that he wouldn't ever touch a firearm, or he'd end up like his father. It was a harsh reality, it all made sense in the youth's head, that a man could die just like that – but a fatherly figure is essential, and that figure was never properly replaced.

Richard's personal growth, in certain aspects, was stunted at a young age. He became overly-attached to his mother – a quintessential mother's boy. Richard's one redeeming character trait, was his intelligence, that blossomed at a young age, and was tested with a 151 IQ at an official federal standard. Realistically, it's well understood that the IQ test is not the measuring stick for gauging intelligence – however – it does relatively measure someone's potential for maneuvering through a standardized system of education, which is precisely what Richard excelled at, was school. The only factor that held back Richard was his short-fuse and his tendency to get into fights in school; it was seen as an outlet for him.

Richard's success in school lead him to a scholarship at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1971, he worked his way through the system and earned a Master's Degree in Business Administration. While in college, he met his future wife, Cerys, and married her in 1972. Cerys was much more of the emotional type and struggled with her existence as a result, whilst Richard was of course much better kept; Cerys saw this as a sanctuary from her problems, and thus they married. Richard worked for several businesses as a financial consultant along the Pacific seaboard. They settled in Seattle. They gave birth to their first daughter, Caitlyn, in 1978, and their first son, Jack, in 1980. Although, the humble life, somehow, ate away at Richard – slowly – but surely. In 1985, Cerys and Richard divorced, after Richard displayed continually showed a lack of initiative, while the neurotic Cerys had grown sick of Richard's embrace.

While disgusted with his wife, Richard still loved his kids – more than anything – it wasn't about arrogance or spiting the spouse, he wanted to provide to his children what his father couldn't – but he couldn't win the court case. One year after the court case, in 1986, Richard retired to Silver Falls to work as a professor at Pacific North University – a homely rural town – to get away from his past. Ultimately, Richard sank into Dysthymia, succumbing to alcohol and nicotine. This was later harvested into anger, and broke his vow that he'd upheld since a child; the calculated, well-kept businessman could only succumb to shooting with a firearm, for sport, as a form of releasing his pent-up rage. The year is now 1990.

History with Lucy Taylor: Professor Lester had received the relatively minimal contact with Lucy Taylor. However, Lucy Taylor, as a branch, wasn't about to fall far from the tree. Lucy Taylor, as a senior, was enrolled into the Fall Semester at Pacific North University, and just after receiving her schedule, Lucy Taylor called all of her professors to introduce herself, and one of them was Richard Lester. Richard Lester received three outgoing calls from the Taylor Residence, before the girl's disappearance. This now complicates Lester in the matter.

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Extras
Character Quote: "But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated." –Ernest Hemmingway
Deviances:
Theme Song:
Anything Else: fuck pundii

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

[User]
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Scarlett Cromwell

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Location: Community Center
{"Have fun in hell, bitch!"}

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 This entire thing was a sham and as far as Scarlett was concerned, the entire place smelled like rotting, oily, sweaty flesh. She pinched her nose with her hand in order to keep the offending stench from registering, hardly even bothering to pay attention to the FBI agent. She heard the gist of it -- blah blah investigation blah blah curfew blah blah blah. Of course, one thing that Scarlett didn't hear was her own name. And that, in itself, was infuriating. She was Lucy's best friend and they didn't even have the decency to mention that fact during the town meeting? Huffing a bit, Scarlett considered briefly flicking her wrist and making the fire alarm go off, to teach them all a lesson, but she decided against it.

 "Okay, everyone, that's enough!" Scarlet wailed, tears pouring down her face. "Lucy, my bestie, is dead. And would she want us to hide inside in sweatpants and cry? Of course not. It's an insult to her memory, people!" Scarlett paused, certain that the entire community center was captivated by her. Her voice had a way of carrying. "In the memory of my best friend, Lucy, I'm going to be hosting a memorial shindig at my house. Think of it like Scarlett-o-ween but, like, a thousand times better. You all better come, otherwise you're as lame as Sniff-and-Scratch over there," Scarlett finished, motioning towards the supposed reporter. "Party starts when curfew goes on, bi-otches!"

[Assistant]
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Whitney Carlyle

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Location: Community Center

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Whitney pulled up easily enough. Traffic was a bit heavier than usual but that was to be expected. She got out of her car and made her way inside. She wasn't here to have fun so she didn't bother looking for anyone she knew, though she was sure a lot of people from school and work were here. She waited along with everyone else before the speaker finally came up.

It shouldn't have surprised her to hear the FBI was going to be involved. The mystery surrounding Lucy's death was a lot and the manner in which she was killed screamed "TV Special". Of course the FBI would be involved. She was kind of miffed at the curfew. It meant she would have to leave work early every day and that cut into her paycheck. She wondered if perhaps she could squeeze in if one of the officers gave her a ride home. Surely that would be ok?

He opened it up to questions and Whitney just listened. She noted the school nurse spoke up. And she was right. Nothing like that happened here. Another question from some reporter asked another question. It struck her as...odd. A strange smell? What would that be? Was the killer wearing cologne or purfume? And how would she know that.

Interesting, to say the least.

However, the highlight had to be Scarlett Cromwell. She just HAD to make this about her. Lucy's best friend? As if. If her run-in with the popular group taught her anything it was that none of the populars liked each other, they just pretended they did. So, of course, Scarlett would take over the get-together and plan a party. She didn't want to go.

But she would. It was a way not only to get more insight, but to show everyone else she was ok.

She kept quiet though. Hopefully, the FBI agent would be around the police department and she could poke him with her own questions, but she didn't want to in front of anyone else.


[System]
Age: 23
Species: Human

Keyblade:

Keyblade powers: When the Power of Rip Jaw is invoked, the user is given the ability to lose all sense of pain and given a slight power increase. However, the down fall of this power is: should the user continue the battle for a long period of time. His sanity slowly diminishes until he can no longer tell friend for foe becoming a sort of wild animal that's lost all sanity. The power of the Keyblade can only be invoked by calling out its name and saying, "Give me the strength to protect those around me."
Heart type: Heart of the Guardian
Spells: Cure, Fire, and Thunder
Bio:
From the very beginning Seth was a fighter. He would protect those who couldn't protect themselves and living in an orphanage in Radiant Garden, Seth found himself as the other kid's protectors. When the heartless attacked he stood between them and the children of the orphanage. All he had was a wooden sword and his fists as weapons, but he soon found out those wouldn't destroy the heartless. He wished for a power to protect everyone, to keep everyone safe. That's when the Keyblade appeared in his hand. He could hear a voice in his head telling him its name. Rip Jaw, a fearsome looking weapon. However, it was the perfect weapon to protect the children in the orphanage.

He was only 14 when he fought off the heartless and protected the orphanage and everyone in it. However, he knew the heartless would be back and he needed to stop them before they could return. That's when he found out about the Keyblade War. He has trained for nine years with the various warriors in Radiant Garden to hone his skills and unlock the capabilities of his Keyblade and his own power. When he returned for training one day he stopped dead in his tracks. His home, his friends, and family. All were screaming in pain as the orphanage burned to the ground. Standing in front of the burning building was a man. A Keyblade in his right hand and flames in his left, but what Seth saw on the man's face was the most disturbing. He turned to Seth and his sadistic crooked smile only grew. The man talked about how he had tracked down a Keyblade warrior to this very orphanage and instead of just finding them, he simply would destroy everyone to make sure the warrior of light wouldn't survive.

Seth's Keyblade instantly appeared in his right hand. The anger inside of him continued to rise as he continued to listen to his family and friends suffer in the flames. He didn't know why this man wanted to kill innocent people. However, he would never forgive him for what he had done. In the years of training he had discovered what his Keyblades power was. One of his mentors told him he shouldn't use the power with heighten emotions because his sanity might slip faster, but at that very moment he didn't care. He invoked his Keyblade power and in the end: he destroyed the man who made his family and friends suffer. In the man's last breath, he told Seth about the Keyblade war and the two factions. Seth decided the heartless would need to wait. Those who fought for the darkness had to be stopped, had to be destroyed before anything like this could happen again.

Seth now finds himself in Twilight Town. The train from Radiant Garden took him to this place for some reason. Whatever the reason, Seth knew he needed to end the war. For his family and friends, for those who had been hurt by the chaos of the war, and for the sake of all worlds corrupted by the battle between light and darkness.
Theme:

[User]
Arthal finally lay his head to the pillow and rested, his room silent. He felt as if he was back home, relaxing in his tree house. Strumming on his harp as he watched the priestesses care for the world tree, his life had been simple yet now he was expected to be strong, yes he had been taught and even traveled to other worlds before. His teacher had fought in that first great battle that buried the temple. Yet now he was without guidance and he was leading them, what he knew came from his heart and his head. He just had to hope it would be enough to protect his home, the war could not reach Elf Burrow, he wouldn't let it.

He finally drifted off to sleep when he could have sworn he heard the sound of rain. He was dreaming, bowed before his master the rain hammered outside against the dojo. He master summoned his blade and Arthal summoned his, his master spoke in a quiet voice but one that commanded respect. "I will try to his the target dummies behind you, your goal is simply, stop me." With that the old Elf charged.

Arthal and his blade met Arthal shoved him back the to the other side of the room. "Come on old man! I thought you Thon Sho, not Thon Slow!" Laughed the young apprentice, as he was suddenly froze in place Thon walked over smacking each dummies head into him.

"You failed boy, now clean the dojo and start again." They practice that fight for five years before Arthal won his first match. Not by defeating his master but stalling him while he moved the dummies outside of the dojo where his master couldn't get to them. He felt so proud in that, he treated himself to trip to the World Tree, the source of the forests and food for all Elves. Their he gathered fruit and and bathed in pools, even attending a cutting ceremony for newly weds. He missed it, he the days when he was in hundreds, barely more then a child with Thon teaching him and training him.

The dream fell away and the World Tree moved farther and farther away, the safety of its branches the warmth on the sun glittered through its leaves leaving him. He stood up two keyblades in his and hands and turned around slowly, he was back to somewhere he didn't remember, Thon remembered it though. Fire burned around him, a village under attack? By who, he froze when he locked into house and saw something terrifying, Orcs. Orcs had raided and attacked Elves years ago, at the time of Arthal's birth they had been wiped out however. He saw the Knights of the World Tree, the order Thon had founded to train warriors who could fight anywhere any time with magic and blade.

As things happened around him he could only watch, the knights fighting and cutting down Orc raiders. Yet after the Orcs ran they chased, it he saw Thon upon a hill looking out in horror as the Orcs homeland blazed and burned Knight of the World Tree cutting them down. He saw happening again and again, the Orcs attacked and the Knights responded with something even more brutal.

Then it happened, Thon helped the Orcs. He thought to save their race from genocide at the hands of the knights he had formed. Yet when the last battle between Orcs and Elves ended, every Knight lay dead as well as every Orc. Thon returned home, in the years to come he would take one apprentice, Arthal. Naming him the last Knight of World Tree, Arthal thought he would be a hero, now he knew a truth. The people he had so long revered were monsters as much as the Orcs were, he would not be them. He would not commit genocide even if it was for the greater good.

[Assistant]
As Azazel lay awake, waiting for the morning to come, he reflected on his journey through the worlds. He reflected upon how he watched Heartless consume worlds, how he documented the effects of losing one's heart. He watched innocent people become consumed by Shadows, noting how they screamed as their bodies were torn apart. He looked into the mirror and saw it in his eyes. His own Heart screaming to save those people and his cold logical Mind silencing it so that he could find out how to control it. Control the Dark, so that the rest of the multiverse could live without fear of the shadow.

As Azazel lay awake, he tried not to reflect on before. Before the Darkness ate Eden. Before every time he closed his eyes, he saw the death of everyone he knew. Before he unlocked his Keyblade, before he slaughtered thousands of Heartless with Magical Destruction. Before he used Wind to tear apart Soldiers, before Magnets could be used to create a black hole from which nothing could escape, before Ice turned all it touched into a tundra. Before he knew Magic was a weapon and before he was even Azazel.

He was Chen Chideta, a simple magician in a simple world. He entertained children, he solved problems. Not once had Chen imagined that life could be anything but happy. Sure there was minor stuff, like a bad breakup, a family member dying. He could never imagine another human being dying of something other than time. He couldn't even fathom the idea of any being hurting another being. Not in a world where violence didn't exist, the closest thing to perfection one could imagine. But that passed.

The Darkness came. Never-ending Darkness, swarming through the streets. Where there was once boys and girls playing in the streets, now there was nothing but Shadows. He once remembered laughing with his best friend at the ice cream store on a bright Sunday morning. Now all he remembered was the screaming coming from the open windows as a Fat Body crushed the lady who owned the store. Chen remembered the smell of freshly baked cinnamon pie rolling through his window as he looked at another person's problem and wondered, 'How can I help?' Now all he remembered was the burning flesh as swarms of Red Nocturnes fired upon those he had called friends. Every time Chen closed his eyes, he saw burning. And he screamed, he pleaded, he cried and he prayed and he wished for just one chance. To turn back time so he could tell everyone, nobody was safe, tell them that they needed to run.

But his prayers remained unanswered. On that day, Chen Chideta died. Only Azazel was left, Azazel and his insane goal to grab the Darkness, to grab it and direct it. Azazel would make sure that no family, no child, no city, no world was ever destroyed like his. Even if he had to throw away his Heart in the process. He would become one with the thing he hated most. But not yet, now he would journey with these Keyblade Wielders, those who remained in the Light he had fallen from. But for now...

For now, Azazel lay awake.

[User]
Arthal awoke that morning feeling worried and alone he steadied himself and collect the dark vessel, storing it safely in a bag. He then walked into the warp room carefully setting the orb on the pedestal near it he a map of the universe, pulsing dark locations appeared over world. He began to check the co-ordinates and positioning getting the close to the piece after they arrived it would simply be a game of hunting and finding the piece. More importantly avoiding getting attacked by either side of the war or individuals out their who would want to take the pieces for themselves.

Arthal finally got things together then he headed into the main hall reaching into the cupboard he paused pulling out two fresh fruits from the world tree. He reach back in and a cup of honey tea sat before him he pulled out sitting down he carefully took a bite from one of the fruit before sipping the tea. Perfect as if he made it himself or another elf had, it even had a hint of cinnamon in it. It was as if the temple itself had read his mind and brought him what he wanted.

The Elven man smiled and at then slowly sipped on his tea until it was completely finished, after putting his cup in the sink and fruit cores in the trash he went to each door and knock."Wake up, get yourself something to eat from the cupboard and get ready. I know where were going." He told them each after he knocked upon their door, finally he finished that and moved to wait by the warp room. He wondered if the cupboard would give them each what they desired for breakfast.

[Assistant]
Seth sighed as he moved his arm away from his eyes. After the nightmare, he wasn't too eager to get back to sleep he didn't know when the nightmare woke him up, but after about four hours (He assumed) Arthal knocked on his door to wake him up.

"I'm coming," Seth said as he sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. This is going to be a long day Seth thought as he stood up and stretched. He walked over to the door and opened it. As he stepped out into the hall, the uncomfortable pit in his gut came back. I know, it's terrible isn't it the voice said.

"it's way too damn early for me to be dealing with you," Seth said before he headed to the kitchen. He looked around, but didn't see a fridge or even a stove. He scratched his head and said, "How the hell are we going to cook?" Seth opened the cupboard and was surprised to see a mug of coffee and a bagle with cream cheese.

"Guess that answers my question," Seth said as he took the plate and mug before sitting down and eating.


[System]
Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Skills: Survival, Sneak, Melee Weapons, Small Arms, Animal Husbandry

Weapons & armor/clothing:
1x Mismatch of tribal and raider leathers as armor
1x Hunting Shotgun
1x Hunting Knife

(Previous) Occupation(s): Caesar's Legion (former), Wanderer

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory:
Royce hails from the Hangdogs, a tribe located in northeastern Colorado near Denver, the tribe mostly kept to itself and with it's obsession with hounds, it was inevitable that Royce was trained to running with his own pack of wild dogs from the hordes that infest Denver. The worship of dogs was common among his tribe, seeing them as their spirit animals. Royce was 12 when the Legion tore through his tribe's encampment and enslaved them to become legionnaires.

Royce spent the next 16 years within the legion forced into becoming a soldier against his will. It was 16 years of forced conflict that hardened him to the horrors of war and made him grow to resent his platoon's leader; little more than a slavemaster to his people. Little did Royce know that the life of the legion took its toll on his superior too. In the dead of night during a cold September, the slaver fled his camp eastwards. Royce didn't waste a second taking the brief chance given to him to flee east and chase the man down, hellbent on making him pay for the atrocities he has committed onto Royce's people and the ones who got in their way.

After months of travel, Royce's hunt lead him to the commonwealth. It was there that he tracked his former slaver, who has picked up mercenary work for quick caps. With vengeance still driving him on, Royce made quick work of locating him and confronting him.
The slavers current employer intervened, only to turn out to be an extra scalp on his belt. Without the fiendish drive of vengeance to spur Royce on in his travels he now wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose in this unfamiliar land.

Appearance/Personality:
Royce is a large man, withered by the never-ending wars raged by the trials that come with three decades of survival. Enslaved for more than half of his life to a ferocious army hellbent on ruin, Royce thrived as little more than a conscious weapon used against interlopers before his recent escape. If he ever had a name beyond this one, it has been long forgotten. The story of his youth is burnt into history through the scorch of flame and the spilling of blood on soil.

Running with wild dogs by night and day, his dark skin is littered with grisly scarring from the jaws of hounds. Each one is received as a blessed penance, for his people worship these apex canines as deities. His body is unkempt and unshaven, with dark wiry hairs running over the bare patches of sinewy skin, halted only by aging scars and scattered lacerations.

Like the hound, he is known for displaying the extremes of loyalty and ruthlessness. He is unforgiving to those who trespass him and persistent with his desires. His slavery has stripped his morals to bare bone through the years and alleviated him from much of the restrictions of fear, leaving him an intimidating opponent and deadly enemy. Though world-wise and experienced in many ways, he is oblivious to the sciences and technology, robbed of any means of education.

[User]
Rook - Boat Dock

Rook had spent nearly half the day hauling the ship in. He had helped to reset the ropes as well, making use if the additional pulleys he had brought to add more mechanical force to things. It didn't ever take long for a number of things, but this took a lot longer than Rook had expected it to. It did remind him of hauling a car out of the water to be used for making a lot of metal tools when he was near one of the Great Lakes, as it had been called.

Still, by the end of it, Rook was sweating, his body was sore and hurt, and he would need a few hours to recover. The boat had been another beast to be beaten, something else claimed from the fires of a war far older than anyone could dream of. The fact they had so little working boats was something that Rook had always wondered about. He had seen a man restore a pre-war tank and modify it to use the nuclear motors of various other cars, but he so rarely had seen boats...

Well, there was one raider gang based out of a Marna. They had sail boats, but they weren't anything special. He used rocks and grenades to skin those. When it was all said and done however, Rook sat down on the side of the dock, looking over the water.

"Can man get it to work? Boats can be useful. Boats can be helpful. Rook only hopes we have enough to keep raiders away who might want boat."

[Assistant]
Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Outside Adam's Home

Adam and Rook had worked for hours, hauling the rope inch by inch. It was exhausting work and he made no mistake in acknowledging Rook was the man who did the brunt of the work and he and Bessie were more the help on the project. By the time they were done, Adam collapsed onto a small milkcrate on the wall of his shack, sitting in the noontime shade. His forearms ached like a thousand knives, but he reached for two bottles of water, one for him and one for Rook. He passed Rook's bottle to him and the mutant spoke up, "Can man get it to work? Boats can be useful. Boats can be helpful. Rook only hopes we have enough to keep raiders away who might want boat." Adam sighed from exhaustion, "I don't know, man. I haven't looked yet." He sourced an old handkerchief from his jeans and wiped away sweat and got up with a groan and walked down to the coastline with Rook, "I only looked to make sure it ain't got holes in it that'd sink it when we pulled it. I figured if we got her to shore, then we'd worry about what's under her skirts." He climbed over the side and opened the hatch to her engine with a yell of "Oh, holy hell!" and went silent as he continued looking around inside. Then slammed it shut in mild anger and looked back at Rook. "Yeah, she'll run, but it'll take a few days. Engine's flooded with sea water and a few common components are rusted, but it'll take a few days talking to some of the guys I know on the road. They'll bring the parts but it'll be about two to three days. I can get this dried out by the next few days. But the dang thing's gonna need a lot of TLC before she's truly seaworthy again." He half-waved his hand in the air in frustration and sighed, "Thanks, Rook. You're a good man. I don't think I'll be needing you for anything else. But if I see any of them crabmen about, I'll give a holler. That said, don't think I'll forget that you done right by me. The deal still stands, a crate of fish from every catch I bring in whenever you want, just stop by and ask whenever you're in the mood for fish." Adam dug around in an old chest left by whoever used it before the war and dug around for the small pumps he'd need to drain the water and spoke as he set them up, nothing fancy, just a small electric pump, "Uh, right now though. I'm going to take a walk about town to blow off a little steam, get my mind off the boat while she drains the sea outta her belly." He went in his shack, putting on his trader's jacket and slung his sack on his back. He went back to Rook and shook his hand, "Again, thanks, friend. I couldn't have done this without you. We're bringing a whole new venue to the town. Might even make Salem relevant as a key trading hub in the region." He smiled a genuine smile, not his phony trader smile, the traces of his hidden sadness in the lines, "I've met a lot of people in my time on the road, not many of them good ones, but I'm glad you're not one of those many.". He turned and made his walk into the town proper, putting back the mask of happiness he kept for the world firmly in place once more.

Salem- Sandy Coves Inn

Adam had overheard some woman was camped out in a place that used to be an old retirement center and figured he might try to see if she'd let him dig around in her place for things to scavenge. Most people weren't willing to part with their goods, but some were....for a price. If he was lucky, she'd be one of the latter. If not, well, such is life as a roving trader. He finally found his feet in front of the inn and opened the door and was taken aback to see it was a robot behind the desk, not a lady. "Hello, sir! I'm Archie and welcome to Sandy Coves. Will you be requiring a room? It's only eig-", Adam put up a hand to halt the Handy, "Woah, slow down there, hoss. I ain't here for room and board. I'm uhhh, here to speak to your boss. Tempeste? Selista? Somethin' like that?"

((@skrtwithaweaponI'm sorry for the light CC of your character, I hope you don't mind. I just figured since it attends the desk he'd be there at some point, so I only used a basic 'welcome' line to reduce any possible conflicts of personality. If you have a problem with that though, please let me know and I'll correct it promptly. :) ))


[System]
Age: 30
Appearance:

(Sorry about the chinese characters xD)

[User]
Lilith smirked as Yerbol described his sister's less frequent delinquent side and simply thought of what things that could lead to or how she got that kind of personality. She could relate to his sister a little because, after all, to live the life of an agent she needed her own wilder side to life with the 'excitement' that can come with it. Then again, she thought, her wild side and his sisters might be entirely different beasts. "She sounds like a handful." She simply responded with her smile before turning back to her book and placing her earbud back in. Hours would past and soon enough she would catch a glimpse of their destination lightning up as their plane went down through the clouds to land.

 While Yerbol appreciated the rain for what it brought, Lilith appreciated it as it allowed for an excuse to wear a hood to both prevent her from being seen in a distance as well as well as the sound dampening it added. An agents best friend in terms of weather when aiming to be unnoticed in her mind, unless she was back in training and didn't have the hang of avoiding the splash of a puddle. Another part of her appreciation was the cool air the rain brings with it. She did though; find herself a bit damp as they entered into their hotel room. Placing her jacket onto the coat rack and walking in she replied aloud "Not always, I've had to stay in a dirt shack during one mission in the Middle East. My first one to be exact, I'll spare you the details though as it was simply a cut and clear takedown mission for a member of a group who soon became a part of ISIS." After which she walked to the window and took a look at the skyline quickly while adding on. "I can take the room on the left and you can have the one on the right. Deal?" she said, though it was less of a question at the end and more so a pleasantry as it didn't matter so him agreeing was really the only response that fit. As he took out his phone and checked the time she took turned back and listened before the door suddenly was knocked on.

 Once the force was affirmed she didn't instantly take her pistol as Yerbol did his, and she didn't expect gunfire when the door opened. Due to the fact if the enemy wanted to open fire in the hotel they would also likely bash the door in just as fast. A firefight already isn't discreet. "Well it certainly was someone." She responded as first as she slowly approached from behind before he then opened it. A few feet away she caught sight of the box and said. "It's not going to explode if you are worried. There are far easier and less convoluted methods someone could use for such things than leave a box and knock. Ornate boxes are easier to find out where they came from after all after the pieces are gathered by forensics." Bending over she gently picked the box up and examined it while holding it at her fingertips. "It is a nice box, after I check it for any dirty intent I may very well wish to keep it." Turning back into their room she said. "Close the door quickly, and keep your guard up. If it is a message from our friend it means they know where and who we are already." Her guard seemed very relaxed at this point, but that may be because she has been through worse and she was used to it. After which she would pull out a small toolkit that had a pick-lock set and aimed to open the lock while also making sure she wasn't headed in for some crazy trap by opening it.

[Assistant]
He complied with her instructions, standing on the left hand side of the closed door, gun in hand. Every so often he would press his ear against the door, the silence in the hallway making him uneasy every time he heard it. How on earth would anyone know that they had arrived? Their information had been encoded, false names used, and so on. Interpol didn't do half as much as the IMF in terms of securing information, so to know that there was a remote possibility that someone could have already intercepted them was...unsettling.
"Able to get it open yet?" Walking from his post to Lilith, he watched as she worked studiously with a kind of precision that he couldn't help but admire. A few moments passed before a soft clicking passed through his ears, the lock falling off. The box was opened to reveal a red velvet interior laced with gold trim. There was nothing else except a cell phone, a plain looking bar style device that had a post-it note on the screen. He squinted, looking down at the note.
"Chinese characters." He knelt down, picking the phone up(which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea) and examined the note closer.
"Two numbers...thirteen and twelve. Odd. Make anything of it?" He handed the phone to Lilith, deferring to her expertise. After all, she was the far more experienced in dealing with espionage. Before she could respond, Yerbol's phone buzzed once...then again, this time more forceful. He withdrew the device to find a picture message from an unknown number. The image was of a red and yellow colored tram sitting in the near darkness except for faint lights within. Beneath the image was a cryptic message:

"Find me here. Have info. M."

"M?"

[User] Lilith concentrated as she worked before smiling slightly as the click came and the lock fell off. "Piece of cake." She stated before she lifted the lid and found the contents inside. "Interesting," she added afterwards as she let Yerbol pick it up and examine it before telling her what the Chinese characters are. As he handed her the phone she was going to respond before his phone went off and his message read. As he spoke the letter she then replied. "M is our contact. As for the phone they gave us, it might be connected to a secure line or is a phone to use in place of ours out of suspicion and security. After all, using a phone that isn't your own is harder to track you with and doesn't contain any other information until you use it. Also, perhaps the numbers are the password to the phone it's on or a number to input. Go ahead and try it." Handing the phone back over to him she then examined the case once again before saying. "I didn't find any bugs in or on the box, so it seems to be clean. I think I'll keep it as a souvenir~" Smiling again to herself as she put it on the table and stood back up.

[Assistant]
"Better your hands than mine." He holstered his sidearm before his phone buzzed yet AGAIN, the number the same.
"An address..." He punched the address into the maps application on his device, a smooth feminine voice informing both agents that their destination was ten minutes away on foot.
"Let's hit the streets, then. I'd rather not keep someone like this waiting...right?"

The rain had ceased, leaving a low hanging mist that coated the streets in an ethereal glow which was accented all the more by the half moon hanging in the sky. Foot traffic was still dense and fast, although not at the normal speedy clip Yerbol was used to. Leaving their hotel, Yerbol's device commanded that they take a left, then another left that careened down side streets. A few deviations and turns later, the agents found themselves outside the entrance of the Hong Kong Botanical gardens. The gates were cracked open just enough for them to slip through, the message rather obvious. Yerbol glanced at a security booth next to the gates, which was illuminated, but unmanned. A bribe to get the guards to take a long bathroom break, perhaps? He smiled to himself as he pushed the gate ajar just a bit further to allow passage. Lamp posts with elaborate vines swirled around them were lit with an orange-reddish hue that gave them just enough light to see the concrete path.
"GPS stopped talking...guess we'll have to find it on our own." He stepped forward just as he thought he saw a flicker of something red on the path in front of him.
"Did you see th-"

THWIP

A minute hold in the ground formed at Yerbol's feet, then the red flicker came back in the form of a dot.

Sniper.

"Cover!" Spotting a nearby bench, he ran towards it, bullets cutting into the stone path. He jumped onto the seat of the bench before hopping behind it, withdrawing his pistol.
"Tell me you have a read on where he's shooting from!"

[User]
Lilith nodded as Yerbol suggested they take to the streets. "We'll have to go towards another lead later then it seems." She replied before standing up from her seat. "I'll go dry off and change." Quickly leaving to her room of the two with her bag, she did as she had told him and a few minutes later come out dry and with clean clothes. "Ready when you are."

Lilith allowed the device to lead them as she watched their surroundings for possible tails and other such occurances. "A beautiful moon on this otherwise ominous night." She commented at one point for no particular reason. A moment later she was letting out sigh soon afterwards in brief relaxation. As they reached the gardens she whispered, "Well, I guess it's a location no one would think to look." Slipping in behind her companion she examined the lamp for a moment with a small smile. It was nice to come to a place like this, or so she thought as the firefight soon erupted. She caught glimps of the movement just as Yerbol did, and as the bullet hit the ground in front of him she was already diving to the right and positioning herself behind a large trash container that had rock siding to make it seem more natural in the gardens. "Son of a-" she said before a few shots hit her cover as she tried to peak out behind the corner. Doing so once again from the opposite side she caught a shimmer of a scope before pulling her head back just in time for a shot to hit the ground. "They are at Ten o-clock, down a slight opening in the trees before being stationed under a bush; they're about a hundred yards off as well." She gritted her teeth she then grunted out in annoyance. "Maybe M is compromised. But, I think he might have given you a warning shot at your feet. You could have been pegged right then!"

[Assistant]
"True enough!" He popped out of cover and delivered a few shots in the direction Lilith had mentioned, the sweat forming on his hands making his gun slick and grimy. Yerbol waited a few moments after his delivery, watching bullets careen in the grass just beyond his location. Was Lilith right? Was the sniper just trying to scare them into submission? Or was he just playing with them, teasing them out for a killshot?
"Cover me! Going to move forward!" The operative took a deep breath, exhaling as he sprinted towards the next bench, his footing unsteady from the wet surface beneath. He crouched down, the glint of the scope now visible. He came out of cover just as he heard a crack thunder through the gardens. A few moments later, a thud, then silence. Standing up, he could hear footsteps from behind him, the operative wheeling around to find a rather slightly built Asian male with his hands up, one of those hands occupied with what Yerbol instantly recognized as a M24 anti material rifle, capable of taking down a heavily armored assailant with one shot.
"Hey, I'm on your side, bud. Put the gun down."
"Who are you?"
"I sent you the text. Duh." The Asian placed his hands down, his face breaking into a mischievous smile.
"Lilith? That you? Awesome to see you in one piece. Didn't think you made it back from the last time you came here." He laughed, slinging the rifle on his back.
"I'm your contact here if that isn't obvious. Come on. Need to get out of here before the cops show up."
"Couldn't you have avoided them showing up without firing that gigantic rifle of yours?"
"You wouldn't be alive."
"A fair point."

The unnamed operative led them through grassy trails and thickets of trees off the beaten path before finding themselves as the pictured abandoned tram. He led the operatives inside, which revealed a steel colored interior with computers running at high speed, monitors mounted on both walls that were streaming all sorts of video feed. There was a cot in the center of the room along with a few bags of Doritos.
"Command told me you guys needed tips on how to find the White Queen."
"White Queen?"
"Ling. That's what they're calling her in the underworld, anyway." The man who Yerbol assumed was "M" pointed at a video feed that was continually looping footage of Ling in sunglasses talking with a taller white man.
"This guy right here. Big problem. Executive assistant to the U.S. ambassador."
"What were they discussing?"
"Don't know. That's what you need to find out."


[System]
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Age: 17

Element: Wind.

Appearance:

4'10", 85 lbs. Absurdly small and narrow. She has short, straight auburn hair atop a short and wide face, with low and prominent cheekbones. Her ice blue eyes appear dull and vacant - almost lifeless.

Most of her garments consist of an earth-tone tunic under a sleeveless doublet, with earth-tone pants tucked into perfectly fitted, dark-green boots.

A tattoo is visible on the back of each hand. Both are reminders. On the left is the message "I have amnesia.", and on the right is the message "Check the journal."

Personality: Brunhilde is generally friendly to those around her, often very cheerful, and extremely confident in herself. She speaks very clearly and carefully to avoid being misinterpreted. Around people she's comfortable with, she tends to be much less careful with her choice of words, which often backfires. She is fiercely (and often violently) protective of herself and the things she cares about. Since coming to the Academy, she has been pushing herself much, much too hard, which has been problematic, to say the least.

She suffers from anterograde amnesia, constantly forgetting that she has ever met people or that events in her life have occurred. Generalized knowledge, facts, skills, and the like seem to be completely unaffected, thankfully - and she's able to remember certain things about herself if she reads it like it doesn't pertain to her. On account of this forgetfulness, she continually finds herself in unknown situations, and when she doesn't have several clear lines of escape, this puts her on edge.

She despises and fears cows, and because of this, she has dedicated her culinary preferences to taking revenge one delicious bite at a time.

Key words: Friendly. Confident. Periodically insensitive.. Aggressive. Amnesiac. Fearful.

History: Brunhilde's childhood was, for the most part, good. Her parents were farmers on an island nation somewhere between Greenland and Nunavut, just a couple miles south of a moderately large (if very poor) fishing village. At the age of 6, she was identified by her family as having some elementalist tendencies, but was forced to keep her abilities hidden from her friends from the village, out of fear that she may be barred from ever entering the town again. Her parents' fear for her safety led them to enroll her in a local martial arts school for two years, where she met a number of good friends. The school taught what was merely referred to as 'self defense', and incorporated techniques and philosophies from a wide range of other martial arts. She eventually lost interest in formal martial arts training, however, and left the school just a few months before she would have taken her exam to become a black belt. Her parents were satisfied that she could protect herself.

At the age of 10, she was playing and practicing her elementalist skills out in her family's fields when disaster struck. One of the cattle was afflicted with Mad Cow Disease due to a farmhand's incompetence and lost control, trampling crops and chickens alike. Brunhilde took a hoof to the head before the cow was put down, and although she made a full physical recovery, she had lost the ability to form new biographical memories. Her parents brought the farmhand in question before a tribunal to seek retribution for her injuries and the lost livestock. Brunhilde was brought to the witness stand, and when questioned, she was unable to recall anything had happened at all. This, of course, was used as evidence that she had been altered as a result of her head injury. The farmhand was found guilty and forced to repay the family with one cow and one goat, as well as serving a two week sentence in the stocks for gross negligence.

Her parents scrounged up what money they could for her to be seen by a psychologist from down south. Money was tight, but they managed fine regardless, and through years of therapy, she began to be able to cope with her disability by means of keeping journals and by identifying the ghosts of feelings of familiarity as reminders. Eventually, she even started learning to recognize whether or not she knew her friends or not. Their identities were still usually a mystery to her until she checked her journal, but a vague sense of deja-vu caused her to check in the first place.

During the seven years after the accident, she continued learning wind manipulation in the safety of her own land, until she made a single mistake. She didn't realize that her parents had company one day, and was spotted hovering three feet above the ground by one of the town's butchers, who had come to take one of the cattle. He said nothing to her family, but brought this news to the town hall. The local government recognized that she had not been a threat to the town, but that elementalists were abominations that must be removed, and they held a vote. The decision was 5-4 in favor of banishment over imprisonment. One courier later, her parents pulled her inside, helped her pack her things and many days' worth of provisions, and wrote two words on the most recent page of her journal: "The Academy" before sending her southwards on a plane. Under this, she wrote a reminder to herself to stay in contact with her parents as time went on.

Her arrival at the Academy was, unfortunately, too late for her to observe the opening ceremony for the semester.

Equipment: An enormous travel pack with a mess kit, a sleeping bag, several sets of clothes, a large heap of empty Slim Jim wrappers at the bottom of the travel pack, an enormous journal with a steel cover, and more pens than any normal person would know what to do with. Her only weapons are her fists.

Initial Wind Talents: Hovering a short distance above the ground, creating small breezes, cow tipping, and putting some extra force behind her fists.
Adjusted Wind Talents: A bit of focus in the classroom is leading Brunhilde to become increasingly creative with what skill she does have, and she is currently learning airsense, which will both allow her to feel her environment and control the wind more effectively.

[User]
Emi

Her body was being moved. She could feel it. He was taking her somewhere, she felt kind of happy for him doing such a thing for her helplessness. Hopefully he would be taking all her stuff too. Well knowing it was a not so much used room and inside the building the stuff would probably still be there after the night. She didn't need tp worry as much as she did. She had gathered a fair amount of pages. Not every page contained much important info so it was fine, truly. She was raisen upon Luke his back. Her chest lightly pressed against his back as her body kept trying to slip away from him. Stupid gravity was making it harder for the boy. Her head was resting on her own arm, he mouth was fairly close to his ear making the breathing rather audible. She hoped he didn't have any problems with her being so slacky as this.

As they left the room her eyes opened a little. The light of the hallway was enough for her to get back to conscious again. He sight was blurry and her headhurt a lot but she was able to know a little where she was. She straightened her head a little but wasn't able to help Luke by shifting her gravity point to the right place so it was easier for him to carry. She could barely move her body in this state. From her face alone you could tell she looked tired. Her mouth slowly opened up a little.

"T..nk .ou..."

She muttered softly as she displayed a small smile on her face before going back to sleep again. She was placed in his bed and curled up under the sheets in a small ball emitting the light bubbles again. Her body pulled the sheets towards her, covering her body as close as possible as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Emi yawned as she stretched her body in the bed. She pushed the sheets aside with her feet and still looked a little rather tired. She scratched the side of her head for a bit clearly trying to wake up as she sat stil on the bed. After a few moment she pushed herself off the bed and opened the curtains. A small rose again in the distance shining bright on Emi her face. Her expression rapidly changed to a more woken up and happy girl. She looked around the room and wondered how she ended up in her dorm room after having fallen in the dark room. That was right, Luke had brought her over... She had to thank him. But before that it was time for a morning ritual. He had left her sleeping in her old clothes, what a reasonable thing to do was. But they smelled a little off now from the ground and her own smells from in the bed. It wasn't enjoyable.

She pulled off her clothes and stepped in the shower. Not untill she had stood under the shower for about 2 minutes she had noticed that her shampoos weren't anywhere in sight. Instead there were much simpler shampoos instead of them. They smelled boy like. Oh crap, she was in Lukes room wasn't she... Her face turned bright red as she turned off the shower and left. She quickly dried herself off in the shower and made sure it was clean. Her clothes were still out on the floor in front of the bathroom door. She wrapped herself up and wrapped her hair up too in another towel. Emi made sure no one was in the room before entering and quickly put on her clothes again. With a bright red face she left Luke his sleeping room entering the main room. If he was still there he would recieve a soft pardon from the girl with a bright red face or else she would leave. Either way she had taken one of the towels hostage to keep her hair drying.

[Assistant]
Vlad was doing things he'd never do, since that fight yesterday something felt different about him. Although it was barely noticeable, he was more energetic than ever and this kept his mood pretty positive. He didn't expect the girl to laugh like that, honestly he was expecting a slap, and was ready to grab it. This was a pleasant surprise, her taking out a snack and offering it to him however, was even better. Vlad took the bar, trying to smile but forming a half assed grimace instead, he didn't smile often.

It was her way of apologizing, about the fight from yesterday. Vlad's arm was completely healed but she seemed like she was still wounded. Had she been weak, Vlad wouldn't even bother talking to her nor even approach her. While opening the wraps of the bar, Vlad looked at her with a serious look. "You're strong, and I noticed that. I want to see more from you"

He then turned toward the gate, with one hand in his pockets and the other with the bar which was already headed to his mouth. "I dunsh minnsd" he said while walking forward with the bar in his mouth.

[User]
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It was a rude awakening for Luke, and it wasn't a comfortable night either, the pads for the couch weren't fluffy at all. They were rock-like in texture, did the Academy skimp out on his dorm's couch? He grumbled to himself like an old man, until he felt and heard water flowing. He sat upwards, his hair unkempt and messy, four strands standing upright against gravity. He patted the table inbetween him and the tv for his glasses, after finally finding it he put his glasses on,

"... Does she now know this was my dorm?" Luke uttered silently, slight embarrassment and awkwardness laced in his tone. Then the flow of water seemed to stop abruptly, and rushed shuffling could be easily heard from the main room, she came out red as a beet.

"Good Morn'." Luke greeted her, it was still kinda weird that a girl had slept in his room and used his shower but he subconsciously chose to shrug it off. His back ached slightly though, probably from the rather stone-hard couches he had, "... I'm gonna have to write a very angry worded letter about this painful couch." he joked, standing up and stretching whilst yawning a really long yawn, a tear almost coming out of his left eye.

"I hope that it was fine I brought you to this dorm, I tried asking where yours was but you were fast asleep." Luke exclaimed, scratching his head, "Ah! Don't forget your bag, I left it on the table next to your bed, seemed like they were important to you seeing as you fell asleep collecting them. I didn't manage to collect all but I think I got most of it."

"Ehm... If you're hungry I can make something." Luke continued, remembering his Uncle's words to be welcoming and greet people with hospitality.

[Assistant]
Day 2, 7:42 AM

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She finally awakened. The air smelled clean, disinfected - or, perhaps more accurately, it smelled like nothing at all, which was rather unusual, and it was quite chilly. There was a sense of warm weight over her body, and she felt that whatever she was on was both soft and firm at once. A bed, perhaps, with a relatively thick blanket. Wherever she was, she couldn't see a thing, and couldn't move. The sleep paralysis hadn't quite gone away yet, preventing her from doing so much as opening her eyes. It was a very familiar sensation, lying there, only half-awake in an unknown place. It was like that every morning for her, but this one was ever so slightly different. It felt like the very first time she regained consciousness after the farm accident, though she couldn't remember it. Perhaps a sense of having very narrowly escaped death.

Everything on and in her had the ghost of an ache, but she couldn't tell if that was just from her body, or if it was simply her mind playing tricks on her. Curiosity took her when she heard the sound of voices outside, and she allowed her senses to wander toward the source of the faint vibrations in the air. Younger students were walking somewhere or other - maybe five or six of them.

"...and did you see how fast he was? That guy's a monster! I feel sorry for whoever's in his class."
"Yeah, he's fast, but he seems pretty nice. At least he's not like Headmaster Hargor. I heard a student almost exploded in his class yesterday."
"Woah, really? How the heck does that happen in a water class?"
"It wasn't water, idiot. It was one of the lightning kids."

Words, words, and more words. While Brunhilde could understand them, she didn't entirely know what they were talking about. It was like some sort of bizarre dream, hearing them speak of monsters and lightning, but she knew better. Her own air magics meant to her that there were almost certainly other elements, and she continued listening, more out of boredom than any real interest in what they had to say. The conversation had moved on during the past few seconds of rumination.

"I really hope there's not another fight in the cafeteria today. I couldn't pay attention to my homework."

"You think you had it bad? I was standing in line when that tall fuck shoved me over and stole my voucher."
"I dunno, I almost wanna see another one. Hope it's better next time. Didn't even get to see anyone throw any fireballs or anything - just that flash."

As the voices faded into the distance, Brunhilde found herself almost alone in the silence. Birdsong could be heard faintly, but it wasn't particularly beautiful, and she found herself trying to close her senses off from the grating, staccato squawking and clicking. More birds answered the calls with loud caws - the cries of ravens or crows of some sort, she thought. Or at least something that sounded like them. Those had always been some of her favorite avians - their regular use of tools was, in a word, captivating. Not many creatures could do that.

The darkness took her once more, and she drifted back to sleep. She had had a rather exhausting first day at the Academy, after all, and merely eight hours wouldn't make up for how draining it had been.


[System]
Age: 14

Her Soul Gem is Teal and is on the ribbon her chest

Nationality: Polish

Personality: Serafina is always upbeat and filled with energy. The amount of energy and pep in her step she displays is merely a fragment of her true potential. If the full power of her upbeat happiness was to be released, the world itself would be changed forever. As one would expect from someone as energetic as her, her happiness is often infectious. It is really hard to be pessimistic and or sad around her, and one of her smiles is sure to make everybody who sees it smile as well.

Of course, Serafina isn't all smiles and sunshine. She understands the world around her, and is well aware of the horrible dark things that are around it. Her faith in her fellow man is quite low, and isn't willing to trust anybody easily. She definitely isn't an optimist, but calling her a pessimist would be wrong as well. She hopes for the best, but expects the worst. Needs a hug.

Serafina's blood and soul are for Poland. Poland will always be number one in her heart, and she believes that one day Poland will return to the global powerhouse it once was. While the past few hundred years have been dark, with a few incredibly bright moments, Poland will achieve another Golden Age in the future.

Also likes plants.

Wish: "To return my physical body to the state it was the day prior to the accident that killed my mother"

Biography: Serafina was born to a wealthy family in the city of Poznań. The children in the Wawrzaszek family have been serving in the army for as long as the family can remember, and Serafina wasn't expecting anything else. From a young age she trained physically and mentally for her future in the service. Serving her country was the highest honor Serafina could think of.

When she wasn't training, she was taught History, especially that of Poland. She was told the long history of the former superpower, and how it has been bullied over the years by its neighbors. Of course, she isn't searching for revenge (Germany got plenty of that), but she has a general dislike and distrust of Germans and Russians. She isn't fan of most foreigners in general, outside of Americans, though she isn't hostile to most. Tourists are fine as they help the country, but anybody who plans to immigrate to Poland must learn to assimilate.

Outside of this, Serafina was a pretty normal girl. That was, until she got into a car accident with her family. Her father and eldest brother survived, but her mother and youngest brother didn't. The accident also caused a spinal injury that didn't allow Serafina to move any part of her body below her torso. Obviously, in this condition, all of her hopes and aspirations were gone.

She lamented over the death of her relatives, as well as her injury for months. The doctors said there would be no way for her to regain movement in her lower body, and the world that was so bright before became bleak. There seemed to be no hope for Serafina, at least until she met a strange space ferret named Kyuubey.

Of course, she understood that this deal was going to be shady. Nobody is going to allow you to wish for anything without the deal being heavily in their favor. Serafina made sure to word her wish as perfectly as she could.

With her body back to the way it was, Serafina could continue working towards her goal of serving her country. If anything, this was a plus, as she could defend her people now instead of when she was older.

Skills:

Physical Strength: Serafina is incredibly strong for a girl her age, and could probably beat up the average adult. Don't mess with this loli.

History: Generally speaking, Serafina knows basic knowledge about every place in the world, but knows just about everything when it comes to Poland.

Gymnastics: Serafina picked this up when she was little to give her more flexibility. She dropped it when she was injured, but picked it up right away.

Charisma: As a future soldier, it shouldn't be a surprise that Serafina is charismatic. Her speeches can change the tide of battle, and bring hope to those who hear her.

Threads of Fate: 6

Magical Weapon: Herself? A Koncerz sword

Experience: 3

Magical Ability:

Body Modification: Serafina has the ability to change any part of her body into something else, though most of her body can only be modified to a minor degree. The cost of magical energy goes into the initial change, and is rather cheap. It is possible to change the properties of her body, making it stronger/faster/more durable, and so on.

Left Arm: Serafina's left arm can be manipulated farther than other parts of her body. Her imagination is the only thing limiting it, and she has a very active imagination. Generally speaking, it is better to call her arm a "thing."

Right Arm: Serafina's right arm can be manipulated farther than other parts of her body. Her imagination is the only thing limiting it, and she has a very active imagination. Generally speaking, it is better to call her right arm a "thing."

Signature and Finisher:

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[User]
MARY BETH

There was little that had to be said. However, precisely because this was the case, much will be said regardless.

-The rampant denial of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」, a fool who had become locked into repetition. A cockroach in a glass, seeing its fate but unable to hasten the pace.

-The mediation attempts of the sidekick. A poor sidekick, then, if they would aim to restrain the action of the protagonist. The sort of sidekick who would be swayed by worldly desires, rather than one who had escaped the cycle of that 「Six-Twain Wheel」.

-The audacity of a child. A fool who does not understand that they are but a speck in the hand of the Bodhisattva, that the 「World」 they hold so dear is merely a forgotten veil. Simulation, falsehood, dream, illusion, craft of a demon, prized domain of a narcissist pariah, altar of a corrupted god, plaything of an incomprehensible is-not. Pathetic. Impermissible. Disgusting.

How dare she state that the visage of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 is superior to that of the original?

...the declaration had already been made. Ah yes, there's no possible means it could not be known.

Declaration. Sentence. The world starts, the world ends.

As the warning had been given and ignored with reckless abandon, there was no reason to hesitate.

Fall into nothingness.

Condense into nothingness.

Shatter amidst nothingness.

Become naught under nothingness.

"All candy received by the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 shall henceforth be made with inferior quality control standards and shall be given a mark-up of approximately four hundred percent additionally!"

The announcement that called for the end of Being pierced the world. Like an army of insects, innumerable points cut through space, cut through time, cut through the foundation of reality's hastily-made "logic" as though it had never existed.

"Furthermore, all allies of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 shall incur the same detriments! Verbal abuse will be meted out as time permits! When total verbal abuse is infeasible due to temporal constraints, an overly terse and upset demeanor will be adopted! The soul will be broken apart and reduced into the dust from where it arose before it can enter the cycle of reincarnation! All applications as prospective sidekicks will be denied on face!"

So it goes.

[Assistant]
There seemed to be plenty of action going on around the city. It isn't a surprise, Gdańsk was a very busy city all year long. Of course, with the resurgence of Witches, it was busy for all the wrong reasons. While Serafina should have been hunting for Witches, she preferred a nice day off. When the day was up, she'd be back into the fray, but for now, she needed to relax. Now, in a huge city like Gdańsk, what could a cute little girl like her do to relax?

Eat some ice cream with a good friend. Kazimiera Sienkiewicz came to Gdańsk around the same time as she did, and quickly struck up a friendship. Working alone might have been beneficial, but it could also lead to a quick end, and that wasn't really how Serafina did things. Working with another person still allowed her to get as many Grief Seeds as she needed, as well as reduce the risk factor. Having company was also nice, it made a boring life seem more complete.

Of course, Serafina wasn't actually at the location yet. She overslept, and missed her ride, so she had to take public transportation. Now public transit in Poland wasn't too bad, but it wasn't the preferred method of transportation. It also didn't help that the nearest stop was still a decent ways away, so that required Serafina to run as fast as she could to make sure her friend didn't wait too long.

With all the training she had been through so far, the running wasn't too bad, but she couldn't hold her excitement when she finally caught sight of her friend. Serafina ran faster upon seeing Kazia, almost as if she was running into her.

Actually, Serafina didn't slow down, and continued to speed up. She was crashing into her.

"Kazia~~~~~!!! "

[User]
Kazia was adapting well to Gdańsk better than she was initially worried she would. Originally, she had been worried about making new friends, being at loathe to leave her old team. They were a tight knit group once, broken apart not by some tragedy in combat but the plain necessity of her parents moving to a new city.

Her worries had been quickly quelled when she met Serafina. Immediately striking up what she could safely call a friendship, the two had fought together through several battles in (un)surprisingly busy Gdańsk. While it was not the same as having a full team, having just the two of them seemed to have its own comforts. Namely, the much reduced risk of disagreements and interfighting which her old leader had dealt with so efficiently with a charm and charisma Kazia was not confident she had.

Being the proud owner of a bicycle, Kazia did not take public transportation like Serafina did. As such, she had much more leeway when it came to getting to places on time - not only could she fail to miss her bicycle as opposed to a bus or train but if needed be she could always take several shortcuts. Side-streets, Alleys, parks, forests, people's lawns. Despite all of this however, she had barely made it to the prearranged meeting location and locked her bike when she heard her name being called.

Turning and looking towards the source of the sound, she saw Serafina completely disregarding any idea of slowing down as she plowed right towards her. Kazia only had a brief moment to spread her arms to accept either an incoming hug or tackle, something which was only possible for her through months of dealing with life and death situations.

[Assistant]
Running around at the speed of sound,

Got places to go, gotta follow my rainbow.

Can't stick around, have to keep moving on,

Guess what lies ahead, only one way to find out!

Actually, Serafina was fully aware of what was ahead of her. It was her friend Kazia, with her arms wide open. It appeared to be that she couldn't handle her excitement either. Serafina jumped towards her friend, arms stretched outwards to greet the other in a hug. Of course, since Serafina was fairly strong as it is, on top of the fact she was running at her top speed, this was more of a linebacker trying to sack a quarterback then two friends hugging.

And, as one would expect from such a powerful collision, Serafina brought her friend to the ground. If Kazia wasn't a Magical Girl, she'd probably be in a lot of pain, but she was fine! What was a tackle to a big, strong, magical girl?! Serafina was fine of course, landing softly on her friend. This was probably a very awkward situation to the onlookers, but Serafina paid no attention to them. She had urgent matters to talk about.

"Kaiza~! I heard that more foreigner girls showed up! I hope that they understand that Poland is number one, and that they're learning the ropes around here! I won't tolerate them if they insult or disgrace our beautiful land! "

A cute little scowl appeared on Serafina's face. She understood that her friend Kazia wasn't as, well, insane for Poland as she was, but that didn't mean she could keep quiet about it. Of course, Serafina would mind her business, and let them do as they will. However, if she finds out that they were disgracing her beautiful Poland, Serafina would not be pleased.

Poland is number one.

[User]
Kazia allowed herself to be knocked down by Serafina. Had it been anyone else Kazia would have taken it as an attack of some sort and she would have responded - probably violently - but Serafina was a friend. A little roughhousing was not out of the place at all - the fact that this looked really strange to the bystanders notwithstanding, of course.

As Serafina talked about the foreigners, Kazia couldn't help but be a little excited. It was always good to meet new magical girls - in a world where magic was unknown it was nice to meet other members of the really small number of magical girls compared to the rest of humanity. They already shared the common bond of "being a magical girl", that alone should be basis for getting along, no?

"Well I guess there's only one way to find out if they're learning the ropes or not." Kazia commented, deciding to play on Serafina's occasionally disturbing but mostly likable patriotism. Much like Serafina's love of Poland was obvious to Kazia, it was no secret to Serafina that Kazia hoped for cooperation with other magical girls. No doubt she would figure out Kazia intended to approach them and talk of potentially making a team.

[Assistant]
Serafina understood exactly what Kazia was referring to, and her scowl became sour. This was a topic they've talked about plenty of times in the past, but it wasn't one Serafina enjoyed talking about. She didn't like foreigners as it was, let alone having to work with them in something as serious as this.

There was also another reason, one a bit more serious.

Serafina's voice became a tad more serious, hoping her friend would pay attention to her words. "Kazia, understand that not everybody is willing to be nice and cooperate. You might be used to working as a team, but many prefer to fight on their own. They'll have no qualms leaving you to die, and would never want to share. Just because we're friends doesn't mean everybody will be. "

The life of a magical girl was usually that of being alone. You have much more to gain working on your own, and most would probably see it that way. Kazia might be used to working with magical girls, but she was probably just lucky in the past. Luck like that wasn't likely to strike twice, and Serafina had to make sure her friend was aware of that.

She'd also only work with fellow Poles, but Kazia probably knew that already.

Probably.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] "Thunder Punch!" Kinoko charged at Deoxys, one of her arms sparking with electricity.

[Assistant] "Ice Punch!" Liam called.

[User] The battlers' attacks connected and Kinoko was barely holding on. "Seed Bomb!" Kinoko's tail started glowing green as she charged at Deoxys again.

[Assistant] "Skill Swap!" Deoxys went to defense form took Poison Heal away from Kinoko again. Deoxys was hit and barely holding on.

[User] "Facade!" Kinoko charged in for another attack. Since she was poisoned, the Breloom's attack would be twice as powerful.

[Assistant] "Protect." Liam ordered.

[User] "Facade once more!" Shiranui called. Kinoko was repelled by Deoxys' protection shield, but charged in for another attack.

[Assistant] "Iron Defense!" Liam ordered. Deoxys upped its defense stat in order to prepare for the incoming attack.

[User] Kinoko's attack connected and a cloud of dust covered the battlefield.

[Assistant] Liam was hoping Deoxys survived the attack.

[User] As the cloud subsided, Shiranui saw that Kinoko had succumbed to the poison.

[Assistant]
Deoxys was on a knee, panting heavily. Deoxys wouldn't last much longer.

Liam-vs-Shiranui
Pidgeot-1-Starmie
Jolteon-2-Breloom
Dusknoir-3-Mawile
Deoxys-4-Latias
?-5-Kyogre (Primal)
?-6-?

[User] "Majin, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Hoopa out. What came out was much bigger than the little hooped djinn he was used to seeing and it had six disembodied arms. This was the Unbound form that Shiranui was told about.

[Assistant]
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Jolteon-2-Breloom
Dusknoir-3-Mawile
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?-5-Kyogre (Primal)
?-6-Hoopa (Unbound)

"Recover" Liam ordered.

[User] "Dark Pulse!" Deoxys recovered its health while Majin channelled its fury into an orb made from a series of dark rings and threw the orb at Deoxys.

[Assistant] Deoxys was hit by the move, and had was almost back to where it was before the recovery. "Signal Beam!" Deoxys morphed to Attack Form and fired the Bug move.

[User] "Phantom Force!" Majin dodged the Signal Beam by vanishing to Arceus-knows-where.

[Assistant] "Iron Defense!" Deoxys went to Defense Form and and upped its defense, in hopes of surviving the Protect/Detect immune move.

[User] Majin reappeared and struck Deoxys for a super-effective hit.

[Assistant]
Deoxys stumbled and started to fall. Liam called quickly for a Signal Beam. Deoxys managed to shift back to Attack form and fire the beam before loosing consciouness.

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Jolteon-2-Breloom
Dusknoir-3-Mawile
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?-5-Kyogre (Primal)
?-6-Hoopa (Unbound)

[User] "Protect!" Majin's six arms conjured a shield that blocked Deoxys' last ditch attack.

[Assistant]
Deoxys was deemed unable to continue. "Sylveon!"

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Dusknoir-3-Mawile
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?-6-Hoopa (Unbound)

"Moonblast!" Liam ordered.

[User] "Gunk Shot!" Majin's six arms threw gobs of slimy garbage at Sylveon before getting blasted for major damage by a Moonblast.

[Assistant] Sylveon was hit by the poison move. "Draining Kiss!"

[User] "Phantom Force!" Majin vanished before Sylveon could drain the Unbound Hoopa's energy.

[Assistant] "Dig!" Sylveon burrowed underground, so she could not be hit by Phantom Force.

[User] Majin reappeared and with Sylveon underground, the Unbound Hoopa could not hit its target.

[Assistant] "Now Draining Kiss!" Sylveon jumped out from the ground, attempting to use the element of surprise to latch onto Hoopa and give it a big kiss, and suck away some of its health.

[User] "Gunk Shot!" Majin rained slimy garbage down on the latched Sylveon while it felt its energy drained away.

[Assistant] Sylveon was too close to avoid the gunk. "Fairy Wind!"

[User] "Hold the wind back with Psychic!" Majin's six arms went into a defensive formation as the Unbound Hoopa used its psychic powers to try and block the Fairy Wind.

[Assistant] "Shadow Ball!" Liam called. The black ball of energy was fired into the vortex of pink, and made an appealing combo.

[User] "Break up the combo with Psybeam!" A bright iridescent beam of energy was fired from the hole in Majin's torso. The beam struck the combo of attacks.

[Assistant] "Yawn!" Liam called. Sylveeon launched a pink bubble towrd Majin while it was distracted with the combo move.

[User] "Destiny Bond!" Majin applied a little hex on Sylveon before it stopped using its moves to hold the combo back. The Unbound Hoopa was buffeted by the vortex of moves and the damage was enough to cause Majin to fall over with a mighty crash.

[Assistant] Sylveon was linked by the Destiny Bond. Dust shot up, sprinkled with grass when Majin hit the ground. It could not be seen if Majin was KO'd, and thus Sylveon was as well.

[User] "If Majin is down and out, it will go double for Sylveon," Shiranui mused as he waited for the cloud of dust and grass to subside, "I still have Jolteon to contend with and my hunch about Liam's last Pokémon could still be half correct. With only Kaishin left, I'll need all the luck there is."

[Assistant]
When the dust settled, Majin was on the floor, as was Sylveon.

"Neither Pokémon is able to continue, this is a draw!" The Ref said.

Liam-vs-Shiranui
Pidgeot-1-Starmie
Jolteon-2-Breloom
Dusknoir-3-Mawile
Deoxys-4-Latias
Sylveon-5-Kyogre (Primal)
?-6-Hoopa (Unbound)

Shiranui only had one Pokémon left, and it had seen combat already. Liam had Ohm and one other left, so he was in good shape. "Ohm!" Liam called.

[User] "Kaishin, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Primal Kyogre back out and torrential rain started falling for what seemed to be the umpteenth time.

[Assistant] "Start with Thunder Wave!" Liam called.

[User] "Kaishin, Earthquake!" Kaishin was zapped into paralysis. The Primal Kyogre was mobile enough to slam its bulk onto the battlefield and start a devastating Earthquake.

[Assistant] "Ohm! Double Kick off the ground!" The Jolteon used his hind legs to kick off from the ground, and avoid the powerful quake.

[User] "Sheer Cold!" Kaishin fired a blast of energy that measured at absolute zero in temperature, intending to intercept Ohm in mid-air.

[Assistant]
"Thunder!" Liam called. Ohm launched the bolt of lightning before being it by the frgid air. Liam sent his final Pokémon, Goodra out.
Liam-vs-Shiranui
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Jolteon-2-Breloom
Dusknoir-3-Mawile
Deoxys-4-Latias
Sylveon-5-Kyogre (Primal)
Goodra-6-Hoopa (Unbound)

"Thunder!" Liam called.

[User] Lightning struck Kaishin and Shiranui felt he had to make the next attack count otherwise lightning would strike twice and he'd lose the battle. "Kaishin, Blizzard!" Shiranui called, doubting Sheer Cold would hit twice in a row. Since Kaishin was faster, the Primal Kyogre summoned a Blizzard that compounded the torrential rain. Electricity was arcing between Goodra's horns as the sky above the battlefield was lighting up to deliver the lightning strike that would knock Kaishin out.

[Assistant] Goodra launched the attack as he was hit by the ice move, and frozen solid.

[User] Kaishin was struck by lightning and knocked out. The Kyogre changed back to its normal form and the torrential downpour had stopped. "Kyogre is unable to battle!" the official ruled, knowing that a frozen Pokémon was still able to battle, "The winner of the Hoenn League Grand Final is Liam Coleman of Blackthorn City!"

[Assistant] Liam was happy. He ran onto the stage and sprayed Ice Heal on Goodra and pointed to the screen. Goodra saw it said Liam won the tournament. "Goodra!" He cried happily as he picked Liam up in a hug. When he let Liam go, Liam's front side was covered from head to toe in Goodra's slime. Fireworks exploded across the night sky as Liam was presented a gold trophy by an offical, and a slightly smaller silver trophy was presented to Shiranui. Liam was informed that he had a week to prep before his battle with the first member of the Elite Four. Liam took to research on the Pokémon each of them was known to use.

[User] Shiranui helped Liam in his research while his Pokémon were being healed. "According to what it says here, they specialise in Dark, Ghost, Ice and Dragon-types respectively," he stated, "From someone who's faced and defeated the Kalos Elite Four, I can tell you that your competition would be on par with my level of skill. Having defeated me twice in a Pokémon League tournament, you'll have no problems succeeding."

[Assistant] "Especially since I have fought Drake twice before, thanks to the Dragon Cup." Liam pointed out.

[User] "Except this time you'll be facing his full team of five," Shiranui rebutted.

[Assistant] "True, but he has used all five of them throughout those tournaments." Liam noted. He was trying to figure his most effective team to take on the Elite and Champ.

[User] "I would recommend Fairy, Steel and Dark as the types of choice for taking on the Elite Four," Shiranui suggested, "As for Steven, the only Pokémon we've seen him use is Metagross and I did recall seeing a Metagrossite attached to the top of its head."

[Assistant] "Well, I'm taking Jiriya and Sylveon in for sure." Liam said.

[User] "Jiraiya can definitely cover for several types thanks to his Protean ability," Shiranui agreed, "You'll still need some back-up in case Jiraiya falls and against Metagross, Sylveon has a disadvantage."

[Assistant] "Well, I'm looking at Jiriya, Sylveon, Scarlet, Goodra, Grimm, but the last one is where I'm stuck. I don't have many particularly strong Pokémon with an advantage over Sydney, and he's first up." Liam said. "They will however allow me to heal my Pokémon, but I am not allowed to switch anyone out, unless Joy orders that they be rotated out to heal from serious injuries."


[System]
Alias:
Meteor
Age:
18
Appearance:
Celeste stands at a short 5 foot 6 and has a skinny physique that betrays her true strength. Her skin isn't really tanned or pale, just somewhere in the middle. Her most notable features lie above her neck though, with her hair being at the top of the notable list. Her hair is long, and stretches down to about her waste. It's colour could be described as purple, though that wouldn't portray the majesty of it very well. The colour changes hue from neon pink, to deep purple every time you turn away from her. While at first glance, most of her hair would be purple, with only shades of dark pink here and there, at second glance this could change into being almost entirely pink with only small hues of purple here or there. While this may sound gaudy and unappealing, the iridescent nature of her hair is actually rather beautiful.

Sticking out from her hair are two small horns, a staple of her former race and a reminder that she is far from human. Her eyes match her hair in the nature of their colour. While most of them are an aqua blue, the bottom half of both of them fades into a sort of light green. Along with this, further adding to the alien look are here ears, which give off a sort of elf-like touch to her.
Gender:
Female
Powers/equipment:
Celeste's main power is her sheer strength and durability. She is far stronger than any human, and even then most superhumans. Along with this, she can withstand the full force of a train hitting her head on and only sustain a broken arm or so. Her healing factor is increased, but not overtly so, she could heal a broken limb in about a week or so. She is also able to fly, albeit at only a minor speed faster than her running pace. Her durability factors into her lungs, and she is able to fly through space without fear of death.
Weakness:
Enough damage can kill her just like anyone else. Along with this, her naivety and lack of knowledge about earth can be her downfall, as any villain who convinces her that they are a good guy can put a deathly turn on the situation. Quicksilver also severely weakens her, and can even kill her in large enough quantities.
Personality:
If you had to describe Celeste in two words they would be 'Overtly optimistic'. Celeste refuses to see the bad in a situation, whether this be due to her naivety or something else altogether is unknown, but she never lets anything get her down. Kind and thoughtful, Celeste will often pick up on a minor thing a person has said and try to find out as much about it in order to become better friends with the person.

However, there is a downside to this overtly happy personality. She is rather bold and outgoing in what she says, and can often offend with her blatant observations. Along with this, she knows very little about earth and this lack of knowledge has been a great nuisance for her.
History:
Celeste was born on a planet far out of the milky way. It was a planet mainly filled with various faunas and forests, hardly even breaking past the pre-historic stage of its cycle. Nevertheless, do not think it's inhabitants to be cavemen, they were just as adept and smart as the modern human being, but their culture was centred extremely around tribes and whatnot.

Celeste spent a lot of her youth hunting and exploring with her siblings, tracking various birds of prey and carnivores before fighting and killing the animals to bring home for dinner that night. Everything seemed to be going well in her life, that is, until the Empire of Jahanos attacked. The Empire of Jahanos was an extremely advanced army of aliens, dedicated to mining out planets for their resources whether the inhabitants liked it or not.

This lead to the tribes forming together into one massive army, and managing to hold off Jahanos for a few weeks or so, before they began pulling out the big guns. They slaughtered entire towns without mercy, and began starving out the ones that caused the most trouble. Soon enough bombings began occurring and the tribes began having less and less chance of winning this fight.

Celeste would never discover who won the war, as she was kidnapped before it had even properly gotten into full swing. She was to be used as a bargaining chip, but fate saw other plans for her. She broke out of her jail cell using her incredible strength and managed to make it to an escape pod on the ship she was being held on. She pressed just about every button in the pod before it put her into deep sleep and sent her shooting off into space.

She slept in that vessel for 4 months or so, tumbling and spinning through space until she finally reached her stop. Earth's moon. She exited the vessel fully rested and ready to get revenge on Jahanos. Unfortunately, that revenge would have to wait. She explored the moon, finding nothing but a few rocks and craters. She leapt into the air, only to discover her ability of flight, and managed to make her way to earth before subsequently getting lost once more.

She found her way into society and adapted as well as she could. She managed to get a small job, an apartment and became inspired by heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman to start doing it herself. A few months later and there she was, joining the Teen Titans.
Other:
* Her favourite food is hamburgers
* Obsessed with 'future funk'

[User]
The Titans Headquarters

Hadrian stood in a large entrance hall of the Teen Titan's new headquarters and his mind was full of anxious thoughts. Today would be his first time meeting the entire team and that would mean he would have to hope that their first meeting together would go smoothly. For a long time Hadrian had fears that this idea of a group of teenage heroes would be a disaster and they would all get killed, but he would have to rely on faith that everything would work out.

"Their files are fine and they all have great power, but I just hope that they will work well with this team" he said to himself as he waited for their arrival. Hadrian wasn't use to working in groups and this was all going to be new to him. With how much trouble that the Justice League had to handle nowadays ever since the trinity disappeared and the world's troubles had risen, it was his hope that this team would help bring some order back into the world.

They would be in for a wild ride when they begin to do hero work as a team. Their headquarters was built with the help of the League and it was located in an obscure part of the woodlands of New York State. A hidden base was wise now that so much hatred against superhumans was everywhere and they would need to stay hidden. Hadrian never thought that Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman were so integral to keeping the civil peace in the world.

Now there were all sorts of hate groups both human and metahuman going around attacking those who did not follow their ideologies. There would need to be order brought back into the world if peace was going to ever be achieved again. Some of the League members were still wondering what happened to the trinity, but Hadrian was more focused on making sure that entities who had given him his powers did not return and bring complete chaos with them.

Hadrian wanted to focus more on helping bring down criminals and fighting against the hate groups to keep the public safe. Deep down in his mind something told him that it may be a bad decision to not focus on finding out what had happened to the big three, but he looked past that and wanted get into combating villains and using his powers for good.

[Assistant]
Ever since arriving in this new world, Light had to get acclimated to quite a few things. For one, it had a lot of entertaining books and movies. Another, there were a lot of 'special' beings with super powers. And third, while the Justice League was fairly nice to her, normal people as she learned, weren't super keen on seeing her at times unless she was fighting crime or something. It made watching movies really akward when most people gave her a wide birth minus a few people who well... She wasn't fans of them.

Light made her way to the location of a new base, having been told to be part of a team called the 'Teen Titans'. She kinda understood why they put the building in the woodlands of New York, but was still annoyed with the location being so far away from a city. She arrived at the base second, which confused her since she wasn't in much of a hurry to get there. Noticing one of her new team members, she pulled out a hole from inside her dress and jumped into it, another hole appearing in front of Hadrian in which Light popped out of.

"Hiya, I'm Light, who are you?" She said with a smile on her face, extending one of her hands for him to shake. "Is this a duo thing or...?" She said, puzzled.