[System]
Codename: Quake

City of Operation: Cleveland

Appearance: Short brown hair with some blonde highlights. Grace is built tall and lanky, and without slouching is 6' 3". She often wears simple clothing that she can hide her bulletproof vest and gear inside. This often means hoodies and jeans or cargo pants with pockets. Since she's not concerned with a secret identity she doesn't wear a mask and thus is called Quake only by the inhabitants since they needed something to call her.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Superpowers:
Earth Control: A Caught ability. Can move any kind of rock, but cannot move metal or refined rock. Hand movements are key to manipulating earth and thus if her hands are bound she cannot manipulate earth in a controlled manner. Using her mind without her hands lowers her upper limit for controlling earth of one ton to one hundred pounds.

Lie Detection: A Caught ability. Inherent sense of a lie without training of any kind. Innaccurate, however, Grace can't pinpoint which statment is a lie unless they're all said separately.

Skills/ Talents:
Customer Service: Through years of waitressing and doing customer service, Grace has learned to keep a cool head and a straight face in the worst of situations.

Practical Plans: Grace has learned to be practical in most of what she does. Her plans aren't usually the most creative, but they work the best.

Equipment:
Cheap self defense items mostly including mace and a cute cat charm that doubles as brass knuckles.

Weaknesses:
Cannot use powers effectively if her hands are bound or if Grace surrounded by metal.

Only wants to fight as a super hero to stop the craziness of the supervillian rampage. Anything beyond that will take convincing and a sincere effort to make her see that becoming a super hero is the best idea. However, seeing how she's been out of work a few times due to super hero fights, this is unlikely. She leans more towards becoming a hero than before, however.

Psyche:
Grace has no interest in being a superhero. In fact, if it wasn't for the whole incident with all ther heroes in Cleveland suddenly lighting on fire, Grace would have been happy to remain a civilian in all cases. Beyond seeing that fighting the supervillians is a good thing to do, Grace doesn't much care about the 'fight of the week' as she calls it. If anything, her lack of concern for the city aside from fighting for 'the poor schmucks that get caught in the crossfire' is quite alarming, and as such it's not surprising that she could also turn her back on the ideal if she makes sure that no one gets hurt by it. Grace has no interest in becoming a big shot hero. She can however, say that maybe she does like being a hero a little bit more than before.

History: I don't need more than one or two paragraphs here, but the more detail the better.
Born into middle class Grace had an average upbringing. If something exciting happened during her childhood it might have been that her father got a promotion at work so that they all moved into upper middle class. She started work early at the age of fifteen and saved up for a car. She got one as a gift a few years later. It was a plain sandy color and didn't stand out much. At eighteen she graduated with slightly above average grades and started to attend university the same year. She stayed in Cleveland with her parents for a while before moving out to stay in her own apartment.

Senior year was when the White Rain event occurred. She heard the thunder and saw the clouds but did not leave or seek shelter as she was more interested in getting her groceries home than worrying about getting wet. However, when it started to rain milk she decided to slowly move to shelter then seek out the government's help. She remained at university for four years then graduated. The summer that she graduated was mostly uninteresting and she remained in a waitress job until she was fired due to the hero epidemic destroying her workplace.

Shortly after the event she got registered and returned to her life. She had no interest in her powers besides honing them in secret when she could and using them to help with any landscaping jobs she had the potential to do. As the superhero and supervillian threat rose, she found herself out of a job very often due to her place of employment being destroyed in the battle. As a result she's held many jobs, and learned to avoid trouble. However, when all the heroes of Cleveland 'got fired', Grace stepped up to restore balance.

[User]
He missed, that was the first thing that happened. She'd moved and then he'd rolled to face her...

Then she was engulfed in a whole load of fire, so much so he had to throw his arms up over his to shield himself. He felt pain as the intensity of the heat burned away at the skin of his arms as he let out a stereotypical "Uryghaaaaaaaaa."

When he brought them down the only thing left was a burning corpse.

Damn.

Damn!

He was burning mad now! Why did that have to happen? He just wanted to....urghhhh! Where was that stupid armor girl? Where was she? She was so stupid that, if she were still in punching range, he was going to knock her across the park for being stupid. Stupid! Stupidstupidstupid!!!

(Basically readying an action. If Pearl is still close to the impact zone and hasn't dodged or been hit by Ifrit's fire he's going to sock her one! If she was hit by it he's still going to punch her, just not as hard. If she dodged out of punch range Danny's going to close distance to her.)

[Assistant]
Wyoming Street

The small disc hit Striker but with no avail as they were easily melted with know his whole body covered in the acid. The pavement below their feet was even starting sizzle with the green goo slowly melting it. "You really think these little things will stop me!!!" Striker yelled looking at one of the disc hit him in the arm but rapidly disintegrate but looked up to late as the hero slammed him with his shield. The impact was strong enough to knock the villain a few feet into the sidewalk. He was not expecting such an attack from his opponent but quickly got up as his brother shot the arrow into his abdomen melting it.

"Your next." He said with a smirk and then turned his attention back to the shieldman. Striker saw that the shield was almost done for the acid and bullets had done their job and as he starred at it another chunk dropped to the pavement.

"I'll say it Roman-or I mean Greek man it's been fun."He then focused on his right arm as it started morphing and stretching into a blade like construct made from his vile acid. "But sadly it comes to an end!" Striker then rushed the man with his construct aiming right for Ajax's chest where hopefully it would go through the shield.

[User]
Alistair Krim
12:00 AM
Diamonds Are Forever Workshop

The sound of metal clanking and striking. The hiss of metal quenching gently. The slow sound of a gemstone being cut into smaller pieces for further work. Such were the sounds that the neighbours of Diamonds Are Forever had become used to in the years that the Krim family had lived and worked in the shop that was now owned by the young business man Alistair Krim, heir to the workshop and inheritor of the skills his father and mother both held. The red haired youth adorned in a smith's apron slammed the hammer down on the thin bar of silver he was using to craft the final ring of the set he had been commissioned for. Alistair wiped the thin layer of sweat from his brow that formed from the heat of the the metal. He huffed gently, his wrist sore from the repeated hammering that the rings required. The setting complete for the ring, Alistair looked at the small jade stone he had set aside previously. The Jade stone had a small coiled snake designed in the center of the stone. Alistair set the green stone into the ring and placed the finished ring into a small case that help two gold rings and another silver one. Alistair smiled gently and took off the smiths apron, needing a shower before he stepped out into the city.

A shower and a change of clothes later, Alistair pulled on his set of rings on to his fingers. The gold and silver sets sparkled slightly in the sunlight. Alistair placed the gilded blackened helmet over his head. Alistair Krim had become the masked 'villain' known as Mythica. Holding the briefcase in one hand, Mythica clenched a hand in to a fist as he stepped out. The feeling of gravity losing its hold was immediate as the ring of the Phoenix released a small portion of its power. Mythica shot into the sky, enjoying the feeling of freedom his 'powers' gave him. Alistair was one of the Caught, though his power was a little less obvious than most of the Caught that had become active in Cleveland.

-Some Time Later-

Mythica dropped to the street gently, the Phoenix ring glow settling down in to nothing as the power seeped away. Mythica was meeting with a man that called himself The Chairman, despite the fact that most people know the underground magnate's persona and his identity. Mythica stood in the dark of a parking garage of the city. Happy he decided a mask needed an open mouth plate, Mythica took a cigarette from his pocket. The Dragon ring glowed gently as a small flame ignited on his finger. Using the flame to lit the smoke, Alistair took a long drag. The acrid smoke filling his lungs, Alistair felt slightly calmer with the tobacco in his system. Mythica stood and waited, the only light in his dark corner being the small tip of his cigarette igniting with every drag.

[Assistant]
Pearl continued to fire until Ifrit moved into the sky in his fire form. Losing sight of their target, the LADs moved back to Pearl and the soldiers, who switched target to the dragon that was approaching. "Shit, is that a real dragon?" One of the Xeaforge personnel asked, as he let off some shots. Out of the corner of her eye, Pearl saw Mama Bear dodge something-

And straight toward Pearl and her forces. This meant that though the bullet hit Mama Bear, the twin efforts of the dragon's fire and Ifrit's fire hit both her and Mama. The impact itself was enough to send her to the ground, and while the other humans used their LTPs to escape the fire quickly, the four drones melted extremely quickly. Thankfully, Pearl's armour held up against the flames, however inside she felt very hot. "ANAI, overflux, now!" She shouts. Of course, with the jetpack offline to conserve energy, it took several seconds to get it online, all the while, Pearl was moaning in pain from the heat, feeling her left arm being burned slightly as the armour struggled to hold back the heat. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound, and Pearl shot out of the flames at full speed, impacting on a nearby wall before her pack could her slow down. "Warning! Warning!" ANAI cried out. "Suit power overload! Disabling systems. Warning! Warning! Suit overheat! Requesting Essence-Crystal ejection." ANAI's words made Pearl think. The suit was extremely hot, but was rapidly cooling, however disabling her only weapon by removing the artifact inside would make the progress a whole load faster. "Denied." She says. There were too many people around, and she couldn't risk someone else getting hold of the weapon. "Keep the overhead view online, but keep most systems offline to power up faster." She says. In the overhead camera, she could see the Xeaforge security moving into position around her, keeping her still, injured form protected. However, seeing that they were very heavily outnumbered, they didn't fire. Even Pearl knew that they wanted to surrender, and she agreed with them. "ANAI, announce our surrender. We shouldn't have helped the criminal." Pearl says sadly.

"Attention, attention. We surrender. Repeat, we surrender." ANAI declares through the exterior speakers, in a loud voice. The Xeaforge Security forces keep their guns raised but not firing, scanning for immediate threats such as the National Guard. Two mean had their rifles trained roughly in the direction of the blue man, who looked like he lifted cars instead of weights. Faint mumbling could be heard from the soldiers as they communicated under their helmets, through their radios. "Arron suggests getting out of here. The national guard don't look very friendly. Paul agrees and claims that they wouldn't follow them into Xeaforge. He'd heard people make up rumours that we have defensive systems that can keep out the entire city of Washington DC." Pearl chuckles, and figured that she'd need to thank the team later. "I agree. Get a MK1 ready, just in case anyone follows when we head back." Pearl says, laying still. It felt kind of nice, being surrounded by men trying to protect her, and just laying there.

[User] With every step she took, Dean backed away. "Help? You can not help. You may think we see the world wrong, but there is truth to it. He just has not found the right way." Damn, she wasn't letting up. Dean continued in a sideward manner, if he could only just make it past the girl. But he couldn't help but put on a huge grin at the mention of killing Uprising. "Ha, kill him? What use would I have for him then?" He gazed over at Tess who was only mere feet away. A grin of laughter turns to wickedness. "Your friend on the other hand… Very stupid angel girl…" He aims the revolver directly at Tess and pulls the trigger, making a break for it right after. The car was right there, he was so close…

[Assistant] "Hey stupid guys!" Danny said, climbing to his feet before the Xeaforge security. "Do you not understand what surrender means? It means put your guns down, morons! Otherwise it's not a surrender! Do you want more people to die today or something!? Huh!? Are you still that eager to shoot somebody!?" He stomps his foot. "Surrender for real you dumbasses!"


[System]
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Type: CR-85a Corellian Corvette
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance
Synopsis of Role: The Intruder is a CR-85a Corellian Corvette, designed toward the end of the Clone Wars as a pirate hunter. It is 30% larger than the CR-70 or CR-90 class, but that space is devoted to launch bays for shuttles/boarding craft/landing craft. While it retains a similar number of turbolasers to the CR-90, it adds the capability to lay sonic mines in its wake and a tractor beam. Other modifications have been made. Currently, it holds three U-Wing transport/fighters, each modified to provide close-air support once the troopers have disembarked.

Name: Uslam
Type: Location
Faction/Unit: Contested between the Rebel Alliance and the Galactic Empire
Synopsis of Role: Mining planet in the Outer Rim, its inhabitants are descended from a variety of different settlements, notably with a lot of Mandalorians 4 millennia prior to the current day. The planet is notable for being colder than most, with a band of temperate zones around the equator and otherwise arctic conditions and flora and fauna adapted to it. The planet is extremely mineral rich. Primary industry is resource extraction and refining, along with a robust capacity to maintain and repair industrial equipment necessary. Uslam fell to a sustained and reinforced Imperial assault after a five month long battle on its surface.

Name: Uslam System
Type: Location
Faction/Unit: Contested
Synopsis of Role: The Uslam system has a very rich asteroid field and lots of zero G mining.

Name: Uslam Liberator Regiments
Type: Military Unit
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance
Synopsis of Role: The Uslam Liberators started out as the an amalgamation of the Uslam Defense Forces and banned mining unions that the Empire tried to suppress. Their activities in stockpiling and organize were extensively abetted by Prime Minister San Verek, whose government ensured that the disappearing supplies and equipment were accounted for in audits and in the system. After the public execution of San Verek, the Uslam Liberators rose up and took over the Imperial Garrison at Lorya, using their experience with mining charges to breach the facility. During the 5 month siege, the Liberators distinguished themselves while fighting a losing battle on Uslam's surface. They were overwhelmed by the Empire, but some elements were evacuated at the end and continue to fight on behalf of the Rebellion. The Liberators are rated 'veteran; highly motivated to fight' by command.

Name: Execution of Prime Minister Verek
Type: Event
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance and Empire
Synopsis of Role: Prime Minister San Verek was executed during the absence of the planetary governor after it was discovered that he was a Rebel sympathizer and was working with insurgent groups, along with most of his government. It is safe to say, however, that the Empire did not understand the true extent of Prime Minister Verek's operations. His death set off a chain reaction of events that led to the Uprising.

[User]
Corte V
Phase Line Bravo, Grolsk Reserve

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The order to retreat came over the comms soon after the orbital strike began, the green lances raining from the sky and falling on Phase Line Alpha and the no-man's-land between Alpha and Bravo. The ground shook under the defenders' feet as the turbolaser fire obliterated trees and cracked the earth. The soldiers stationed at Phase Line Bravo had cowered nervously behind the fortifications when the first turbolasers smote the earth of Uslam. As the order to retreat came through, and as Phase Line Bravo took a direct hit, the line descended into chaos.

"Rose Command, this is Rose Two Actual, requesting evac instructions!" Corte shouted over into the commlink, struggling to be heard over the turbolaser fire, explosions, stray blaster fire, and shouts and cries. Privates Prevec and Miklovic, sweating bullets as they worked, were breaking down the Mark II's as Sergeant Valkheva shouted orders over the din of turbolaser fire. Another turbolaser touched down dangerously close to the line. "Come in Rose Command!"

"Rose Command to Rose Two Actual, your evac is Rally Point Sigma, marked on your pad." Corte looked down at the tacpad on her wrist and pulled up a small holographic map, which marked their escape point with a green icon. Rally Point Sigma was one of a half dozen or so clearings in the Reserve that the Liberators' engineers had made to facilitate air landings. "Please proceed to Sigma for air extraction."

Corte relayed the instructions to her platoon over the commlink, and then turned on Prevec and Miklovic, who had finished breaking down one of the Mark II's and were struggling with the second. Screams echoed through the air as a turbolaser struck the line. "Leave it! Take the one and move!" The two privates split the weight of the freed Mark II, rifles slung over their shoulders, and rushed out of the gun nest, Corte behind them.

The platoon ran through the forest, the soldiers doing their best to ignore the screams and explosions around them. There were just over a dozen among hundreds of the retreating, all of them terrified. Orbital strikes were every soldier's nightmare. Life and death were matters of luck and misfortune, every emerald lance a draw from a Sabacc deck.

They made the clearing after a four-minute sprint. Their ride, a jury rigged BT-45D, hovered a foot off the ground, ready and waiting to take them. The flight personnel waved them on as they approached, and the door gunner grabbed Valkheva's hand and pulled her up. Next were the sisters, the Musvec twins, and the rest of Glaato's squad. Valkheva's was next, and then Vash. Finally, Corte, the last on the ground, reached up and grabbed a hold of Glaato's outstretched arm. The Nikto sergeant pulled her up with a single arm, demonstrating his strength, and the transport began rising.

They were fourteen when they left Phase Line Bravo, and they were fourteen as they boarded the evac shuttle. It was a successful evacuation for Lieutenant Adala, for whatever that was worth.

Rose Company's Second Platoon took seats in the passenger bay. The door remained open even as the ship took off, and Corte, holding onto the door, was able to observe the evacuation as they sped toward Lorya. Hundreds of soldiers, on foot and in vehicles, moving on the forest floor, falling back under a hellish rain of green fire to defend Lorya from under the canopy of the city's shield generator.

The true fight for Uslam would soon begin.

[Assistant]
Aboard Ancestral Right

"...and finally, Gamekeep, with all 120 souls," said Lieutenant Mavdi, looking up from his dataslate to the Admiral.

Xen sucked his teeth and shook his head, "Butcher always takes his bill."

The Admiral was quiet for a long moment. He was sprawled lazily across the Captain's Throne in the center of the command bay, legs draped over the left armrest, a goblet of Moff Wyte's wine in his be-ringed hand.

"Hers was higher, though," he said at last, and sipped his wine, "Not that she cares an ounce for her scraping little lackeys. She'd shoot 'em all into space if it got her an audience with the old witch doctor on the throne."

The command staff paid him little attention as they busied themselves with their tasks. The half-sober pontifications of Adamantius Xen were just another fact of life in the Alliance to Restore the Republic.

Ancestral Right was idling in deep space, the hyperdrive cycling and preparing to fire once more to take them to the Bitter End, the not-so-affectionate nickname rebel deckhands used for Xen's base of operations deep in the Semiramis Asteroid Cluster. Only a handful of the fleet from Uslam clustered around the Right, the others had made other jumps to pre-designated deadzones. It was Xen's practice never to jump directly between a base or stronghold and an engagement, to confound enemy trackers. Since joining the Alliance, Xen had been given jammer systems designed to prevent Imperial hyperspace plotting, but a pirate's instincts are hard to overcome with new toys.

"We're ready to jump sir," said Mavdi.

"Take us home."

[User]
Josten I
Nammor Quarry, Groslk Reserve

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"SK-1024, repeat your coordinates." SK-1024 read the coordinates off the tactical readout displayed across his visor aloud into the open comm. "SK-1024, are you in a river?"

"Negative, Command, we are in the field due west of Central. We have vision on some kind of quarry. Moving to investigate."

Lieutenant Josten Kannik, designation SK-1024, motioned for his partners to advance. Each of the scout troopers cradled an E-11, sights forward and prepared to fire. There was some kind of malfunction with the tactical network that had them jumpy, but orders were orders. Scout the periphery for the advancing column in the wake of the orbital bombardment, execute limited engagements with the local rebels, report in with coordinates where they found pockets of resistance.

Josten took a position on the lip of the quarry and looked through the scope of his E-11s. It was a depression hewn into the rock of Uslam by the local mining guilds. There were a few industrial structures down there that stood to be cleared. The scout troopers had dismounted their speeders and had proceeded on foot. Reports had come in that the rebels had cleared their line positions in the face of the orbital bombardment, so all that was left was to clear out any holdouts along the way to protect the Imperial column's vulnerable flank.

His fireteam had been given the order to kill on sight. They'd found a couple of ragged stragglers, who he scoped out and put down himself with two precise shots from his long rifle.

He did a slow sweep over the quarry, and found movement. Something—someone—had made a dash from a structure built into the wall of the quarry. Two more followed, carrying blasters and garbed in the irregular combat outfits of the Uslam militia.

"Command, this is SK-1024, we have contact," Lieutenant Kannik reported in. No response. Static. Had the comms gone down? "Command do you copy?" He heard blasterfire from the quarry. They'd made contact. He switched over to his fireteam's commline. "Rebel contact confirmed, open fire and fall back," he ordered, but again, no response.

Swearing, he raised his rifle to his shoulder and peered through the scope to line up covering fire for his team. He lined up his targeting sights on a woman emerging from the building, tall, dark hair, and squeezed the trigger.

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Corte tripped. At that same moment, she felt the heat of a blaster bolt across her shoulder blades, inches from burning a lethal hole through her from shoulder to shoulder. She caught herself with practiced athleticism and rolled into cover behind one of the quarry's buildings.

"Sniper!" she shouted over the din of shouts and blasterfire. Vash, emerging from the mine rail entrance, raised his A-300, in its targeting rifle configuration, to his shoulder and searched for the enemy above them.

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Lieutenant Kannik swore as the woman fell. He knew it was a miss just as the blaster bolt flew. He searched for a new target, bringing the sights back on that building's entrance. Rebel soldiers were pouring out of the entrance now, dozens of them, maybe more.

Target rich environment.

Lieutenant Kannik lined up a shot. He went to squeeze the trigger, but saw a glint from a corner of the targeting display. He paused for a heartbeat, or half of one.

He saw a red flash.

[Assistant]
Back at the base, the Intruders, despite the slovenly, by Core Worlder military standards, appearance, were already turning their X-wings around on the maintenance. The techs were on it while the pilots rested, but once the pilots got their sack time, they were back in the effort to run diagnostics and scheduled maintenance. It wasn't as simple as just parking the X-wing like an air car, it was a combat spacecraft tuned with performance in mind, and that meant maintenance was intensive.

There were never enough techs to go around, but this band of junkers, smugglers, survey spacers, pirates and systems defense force veterans were used to having to do it themselves.

Readiness was important because if they might have to launch at a moment's notice. It'd happened before.

So when one of Xen's flunkies came around with an invitation for Shan, it was met with annoyance -- he was greasy, dirty and sweating from the intensive work of overhauling one of the engine units in his X-wing that came up with a questionable status, some sort of wiring issue or a gasket or one of the many different forms of wear and tear that could befall highly and precisely tuned performance craft. With sweat on his brow and goggles over his eye, an arc-welder in hand, he shrugged and left the gear on a wheeled table.

If Xen was asking for an audience, he'd get Shan as the invitation arrived. And so even with the cocked eyebrow of the aide asking a silent question of his attire and presentation, he stomped, in reinforced work boots and stained coveralls to meet the CO.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
 Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.

Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.

Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.

After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.

And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.

Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.

Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.

Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.

Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.

Other: Wears this most of the time

He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks

He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother.

[User] Graham laughed when Magdeline mentioned getting rest. "Haha, the night is when I'm awake." He said as a joke. He liked Magdeline, she was very caring, a good quality to have. "And I'm booked out for most of the week. Well, see ya next week everyone!" He said with a smile and a wink before putting on his goggles and started to run, he turned back quickly "Or one of the nights if you're about that!" He said as more of a kind offer to hang out than promoting himself as a DJ. Graham decided to take the rooftop route as he managed to find an access ladder when he got outside. Graham reached the rooftops and smiled. He had a good week ahead of him and hopefully a mission at the end. Fun nights and fun fights, his kind of plan. Graham vaulted and slid under pipes and generators, leaping from close rooftop to the next till he reached the residential district. He found his way done and walked home, carefully taking the back alleys and other alternative routes than the streets. His house was a small one but he lived by himself and could do what he wanted. Graham went straight to his room and took off his goggles, chucking them on the bed. He went straight to packing his DJ set, he had a long night tonight.

[Assistant]
Sapphire had shook her head, smirking at Slime telling her to go home. "Oh, yeah. I'll see you there." The cat-girl gives a cute little purr as she waves at Slime when he leaves. Several seconds after he leaves, she says. "Yeah, I'm gonna follow him." She gives a smile, pulling up her hood and walking out of the door, making sure that Zanislash was with her. She did not know the kind of trouble that she could get into outside, but knew it could not be good if she didn't have her weapon with her.

Walking outside, she quickly but stealthily followed Slime. Being a cat Faunus helped with this greatly, and she easily stalked him. That was, until he got himself into a fight. Quickly, she scales a roof, and stares down as she watches him fight. Her heart thumped and her tail fluttered as she watched him. "So purrrrfect!" Sapphire purrs quietly. She had, for a long time, had a major crush on Slime, which didn't seem like it was going to die any time soon.

This was one of the main reasons, as well as the need to make sure her friend would be safe, that the second there was a gap Sapphire leaped from the roof as far as she could, landing perfectly on her feet. She rushes full speed toward the truck, before leaping onto the roof, not making so much as a rustle as she did. Her reddish eyes watch Slime as he defeats all of the men, leaving one alive to drive the truck. She lowers her head, hiding herself, before feeling the truck moves moments later. I wonder where we are going. Sapphire thinks to herself.


[System]
The Chimera of Lynore

To the south, the province of Lynore was home to schemes most foul. Ideas cooked up to create life rather than simply control it led to a partnership between a druid and alchemist. Their intention was to harness the strengths of the wild and tame them through combination as to make profit off of anyone who would pay for their creations. Bear-shark-humanoids, snake-dogs, and what would later become Luciel was a shift in direction from simply making monstrosities to appealing the everchanging tastes of humanity.
Luciel is one of about 60 such creations intended as servants, the exotic features of otherwise docile creatures serving to doll up what was essentially a small human. Ears and the tail of a rabbit, antlers of a deer and the eyes and fangs of a cat, this variant became popular in the region and were kept by nobles as pets, servants...and such.
Luciel appears around 14ish for his relatively short stature of nearly 4'9. He was personally tailored for the duke's son and carries wavy pink, shoulder-length hair from which matching bunny ears poke out from. Their left ear holds three small silver studs, linked together by a fine chain. Sports two antlers, each with three points. Ruby red eyes cut with cat-like pupils.
Luciel could be described as beautiful in an androgynous way; a lithe slim frame and a porcelain pale doll-like complexion from being confined indoors for most of his life. This is marred by a darkness under his eyes from nights spent laying awake and lingering bruises of various forms, hidden under his clothes from treatment which only ended roughly two or three days prior.

Observably (at least at the start of the thread), Luciel is shrouded in a large section of tapestry likely stolen from the manor of his previous master and wrapped around his figure to obscure all but the shadow of a nose poking out from how he bundled it all like a cloak. The material is tattered and torn in places from a very inconvenient walk through bushes and brush.

Underneath this is his 'servant' attire consisting of a short sleeved white buttoned down shirt under a black vest. Snug black shorts adorned with a long chain wrapping around his waist with slack hints to a pocketwatch, likely stolen. Knee-high boots (3 inch flat-soled heels) with black mid-thigh stockings fixed with garters running up his shorts.

Not his first choice of attire, it lends the question of what his purpose was.
Inventory: A simple pocketwatch, a simple shortsword pillaged from a dead sailor as well as a light crossbow. Two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen. A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set. Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).

Enhanced senses - The splice of cat-like eyes gives Luciel superb vision in most lighting scenarios. However, pitch black is still pitch black. His ears allow even a very weak form of echolocation due to their discerning sensitivity (However, this makes him susceptible to sonic damage)

Lockpicking - Leading up to his escape, Luciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are beyond his expertise.

Natural Weapons - Animalistic by a latent primal nature; though his fangs may be small, determination and their sharpness make a bite from Luciel a suitable deterrent in a pinch. Alternatively, the points of his antlers are whittled sharp.

Through his pact with the abyssal entity which he refers to as "O'Distant Fish", Luciel has an affinity for illusion and ice magic.

Examples of illusions usually work in the way of camouflage which is especially effective in the shadows which he can almost seamlessly blend into if not moving.
As for ice, his strength lies in distractions. Chilling moisture in the air, Luciel can summon small clouds of chilled moisture to distract or temporarily blind those it consumes with the exception of himself. This is mostly to buy time for a precision strike from conventional weapons or to obscure his movement.

Most variations of these spells require verbal and somatic commands to conjure. Being bound hinders their effectiveness while being silenced in any way prevents spellcasting.
Personality: Luciel is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times. Outside of this, Luciel is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way.

Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Quickly collecting what I could, I fled from the shore with no direction or plan.

I was free, whatever that meant. It didn't take long to find a suitably large cave which I intended to take shelter in while endeavoring to collect myself for what was now where my new life began.

Other
- Given the region which he learned to speak in, Luciel carries a bit of an accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers. On top of this, his linguistics are shoddy at times and the prose with which he speaks is often either over formalized or abstract like internal musings, a testament to the depth of his mistreatment.
- Opposed to the nature of the entity he made a pact with, Luciel is a less than impressive swimmer. If anything, he has a bit of hydrophobia for any amount of water more than waist deep.

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"Hey." She said, exasperated Victor put his hand on Luciel's back and directed him away toward the group. She had seen stubborn mules be dragged off with less resistance, and as the little guy glanced back she wasn't sure what he expected from her. She hopped from one food to another anxiously and looked back at Rose. The whole point had been to get away from that witch woman and now her only pretexts was gone. Reluctantly, Gish made her way forward.

Rose said a bunch of stuff about the Endless Halls that she didn't even know what to make of. There were as many stories about the halls as there were fish in the sea, but only the bravest of all adventurers came down here seek the countless treasures and court the countless dangers. She hadn't ever heard of anyone being brought here without seeking it, but then again that's isn't the sort of person equipped to make it back. Someone exactly like her, come to think of it.

Then again, maybe she had been seeking the Halls. She couldn't remember. How would she know? Her head hurt.

"Gish." She quickly answered when Rose asked, then quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. She'd gotten so distracted thinking she'd just gone a given her name to a witch just because she'd been pointed at. Not her real name, thankfully, but one you used so much it's how you think of yourself in your head surely had some power, didn't it?

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The spider woman visibly relaxed and appeared more than willing to hold to her word. Extending her legs out she hoped to get them back in working order. Even if Mathias meant her no harm there was no telling what else might happen by. Being prone would not do either of them well. Keeping an eye out she did not pay a terrible amount of attention to what the man was doing but she did listen. "I am slightly peckish but while I was in the water I did not expend very much energy." Her gaze was drawn downward at the sound of something dropping beside her.

Taking the small portion of food she pulled a small bit off and sampled it. Human food was not something she ever had much of, preferring meals that were fresh and liquified. The staleness of the biscuit was irrelevant to her, entirely unsure what the taste and texture should be. Still she could eat such food most of the time. "Thank you." Finding the taste tolerable she ate it while Mathias spoke.

Her attention returned as introductions were made. By the tone though she could tell that he was ill or the like. She showed some concern as she replied. "It is a pleasure, Mathias. You can call me Lila... Are you injured?" Making an effort she got up off the ground on her eight legs. Her movements were surprisingly silent given her size. Moving over to Mathias she tried to identify any wounds.

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The whole group introducing themselves after him was certainly useful... though it was obvious to him that Rose knew of his true 'nature'. He gripped Luciel's shoulder a bit tighter as she had winked at him... though it seemed she was in no hurry to reveal what he was to the others which was certainly good. The group went about introducing themselves, Rose went first clearly being a witch, but trying tokemnly to hide that fact. Next was his chosen prey, the little rabbit eared boy introduced himself as Luciel 'The Lost' in his rather strange accent. After him the sqat woman from behind approached and revealed her name was gish, the strange little human like creature with a fittingly strange name. Well, he supposed it was his turn.

Although I have already said it, no reason not to again. I, am Ser Victor Guttman, no title to my name but hopefully one may be forthcoming.", he smiled at the little group, all was going quite well... and he liked the sound of this 'Endless caverns' full of riches and power. "Well, now thhat we are all aquainted I believe we should press on no? If these 'Endless caverns' are full of treasure and power I see no reason for us not to seek it, eh Luciel?", he smiled as he tussled the boys hair, attempting to manufacture a relationship between himself and the prey so that when he seperated from the group to feed it would be less suspicious. He turned to Rose, the other important member of the group seeing as she clearly knew what he was, "How much do you know of these caverns Madame Rose? Shall we simply amble in the first direction we can think of, or do you have more of aa path in mind?"

Honestly Victor hardly cared, he was certain there were riches to be found and a fight to be had no matter what way they went, be it Drow or other subterranean beasts... possibly even deeper more dangerous and mysterious things may lurk... well, they would never know if all they did was sit around this damnnable fire all day long would they?

[Assistant]
The grip on Luciel's shoulder worked a wince from the chimera as the armored fingers kneaded at one of his bruises. It was funny...no, it wasn't funny...how the sting of a thrown shoe could be invoked so simply by a heavy hand. The way Victor reacted to the woman's looks struck Luciel as being a bit odd as her smile seemed enviously genuine on top of a playful wink. Where anyone else, even the antisocial creature in Victor's grip, would feel even the slightest bit of reassurance, the knight appeared uneasy.
It was more aristocratic tact, she knew something and knew Victor knew what she knew, that much was obvious. However, it was his behavior in response and the dull ache resonating from Luciel's shoulder that gave cause to worry what kind of information it could be.
Regardless of the context of their exchange, Luciel had no intention of being further harmed by humans caught in the emotional heat of conversation. A casualty of lingering passions, he was free from such pointless exertions and was not about to let himself be dragged back.

"Zeht hurts, you know" They grumbled, reaching to pull the hand off before it lifted to tussle his hair. The shift was a bit surprising as he froze, the gauntlet scratching at the base of his ears as hair fell down his face. Quickly recovering, Luciel swatted at the hand with his own two in a flustered manner before going to work finger-combing the wavy mess back to the way he liked it. In the effort, he almost dropped the cloak which didn't have any means to be fastened as to hold itself up. "P-please do not do zeht, Sir Guttman" he growled, the shake still in his voice and a light blush slightly obscured by the tapestry.

Their ears stood up with a small jingle of the chain at the mention of adventuring deeper into the cave. Luciel's plan had been to rest a day before moving on, but the logic of remaining in the cave began to settle in. Outside, the world might swallow him up at any moment, a single human with the notion of greed could have him back in irons, but this small group didn't seem to have such intentions. On top of this, the idea of power was tempting as the strength to protect himself was worth more than his preference of being alone. Sir Victor and Rose appeared to be accomplished in their craft, and the opportunity to claim treasures for himself would almost certainly present itself.

"If zee halls are endless, zehn vould it matter?" Luciel asked in response to Victor's question regarding which way they should go, a bit more energy in his tone as he started to warm up to the idea of being a part of the group. He then suggested, mostly out of the anxiety of standing around in the light, "Vee need only take zeh first steps"


[System]
Abigail / 'The Tempest'

Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality:
Proud and persistent, to most people Robyn comes off as snobby at first glance. Her elite aura and ladylike behavior does not help to change this view. She has an adventurous side to her however, which opposes to this idea. Being raised in one of the greener parts of England, Robyn could often be found trailing off tracks to explore the area. She would always get bruised and stained while venturing out, much to her mother's disapproval who still has the idea her daughter is supposed to represent her family, one which has a long history. Robyn sometimes likes to rebel against her mother's view on the world which in her opinion is archaic, which has made their relation somewhat tense. Robyn now no longer runs off into the woods, but instead has made her escapades into the literary world. The girl loves reading and has developed an above average knowledge about English literature, specializing in what can be seen as the classics: Shakespeare, Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde...

Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Storm

Psychological weakness:
It seems the gained ability has come at a price; the once balanced girl is now emotionally unstable. Robyn has developed anger issues and sometimes has panic attacks. The problems seem to have gotten worse after her father's death. She is starting to fear that at one time she may lose control and, in her words, end up like King Lear.

Powers:
Inheriting her powers from a storm sprite, Robyn is able to manipulate and create both lightning and wind. However, since the storm sprite has passed the powers in the form of a lightning strike, Robyn masters lightning better than wind by a considerable amount. Robyn mostly operates at long range as her powers require charging up. Her powers are greatly influenced by her emotions and vice versa: the longer Robyn uses her powers the more emotionally unstable she gets, mostly resulting in her getting enraged but occasionally in a panic attack.

Lightning Strike – Robyn can cause discharges of electricity, which have effects ranging from devastating to very useful or even lifesaving. Average to larger discharges are easier for Robyn to create as these require little precision and focus. She may use these to harm her enemies or use them on electrical devices or other objects to destroy them. If she concentrates well and charges up long enough, she is able to produce huge bolts of lightning which she may use on large metal constructions to form a barrier. However discharges with this amount of power are very hard to control so Robyn hasn't fully mastered this yet. Although pointless at first glance, tiny discharges can actually be very helpful: they can be used on electrical objects to activate them (getting through an electrically secured door, starting a car) and even on people to revive them (think defibrillator). Needless to say, these actions are very risky and require utmost precision and patience. Because of this last aspect they aren't exactly an expertise Robyn; she has very little patience for most things.

Static Electricity – More of a side effect of using her powers than an actual ability. When Robyn charges up the clouds in the area she creates a tension in the air which gives anyone a sense of calamity. People become restless and unfocused.

Whips of Wind and Lightning – Robyn can use her ribbons to lash out at people, empowering them with either electricity and/or giving them a boost or lift using her control over wind. She may also use the ribbons to trip or capture people. Once captured she may then send electricity down the ribbons to shock her opponent.

History:
Robyn was born into one of the wealthier families in England. Her mother originates from a once influential family with a long history and her father was a successful business man. Although the house was spacious to say the least, it was never quiet or empty. There was always someone roaming the chambers and halls of the estate, so Robyn never felt alone. She had her two older brothers to play with and often had children from her school or neighborhood come over. She was a bright, playful child but got somewhat restricted in expressing these characteristics as she was raised to be a representable young lady.

One summer day, Robyn had decided to go on a little camping trip with her friends not too far from home; the estate was adjacent to a large patch of woodland which seemed like the perfect location. However, as the hours went by, dark clouds settled in and before long rumbling could be heard in the distance. The children were in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek when thick drops of rain started to fall from the sky. Robyn was surrounded by pines, stretching out into the sky. She looked around for any trace of the other children while she tried to find her way back to the estate as quickly as possible, but knowing Robyn, she had trailed off way too far from the camping site. With every step she could hear the thunder drawing in and felt the wind increase in speed, tugging at her dress. Filled with fear the little girl ran through the forest, searching for a stretch of plane where the lightning had little chance of striking. Seeing no other options she stopped abruptly, kneeling down and making herself as small as possible. Flashes filled the sky, the air resonating around her like dark voices as she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. One more burst. That was when she felt an agonizing sting in her chest. The lightning had struck her. Was she going to die? These thoughts flashed by her in what Robyn thought would be her last moments. But they weren't. The girl survived and she soon understood what had caused this miracle. Initiator of the storm, a sprite had decided to spare the girl and instead give her a part of its power as it deemed her body strong enough to house the energy. Still in shock, it took Robyn a few minutes to regain herself and stand up and walk again, to finally arrive at her house, where she was welcomed by her friends who had luckily all returned safe and sound.

Robyn was eight when this happened. In the mean while things have changed for her. She has since learned of demons and practiced her abilities, albeit more out of boredom than out of need. More importantly though, her situation at home has also altered... Around the age of eleven doctors found out her father was terminally ill after he had collapsed at work. He would not live to see his daughter grow up; they give him two years, but even this estimate turned out to be longer than her father lasted. He passed away nine months into therapy. Her father's death left the family broken and it was obvious that things would never be the same again. Robyn's mother gained full custody over the children and inherited her husband's company. Having her hands full with three adolescents as well as a blooming business, she became more stressed and easier to snap out to people, including her daughter. Robyn in turn lost some of her softness and cheerfulness, replacing it by what can be seen as brashness. It was during these days that the girl sought refuge in her father's study. At first she came there just to be reminded of her father and the moments they had shared, later she became interested in the large collection of books that he had left behind. This was where her interest in literature was sparked.

At present, Robyn is now fifteen years old and attends high school. She scores around average grades in most subjects, but excels in English and History. She doesn't have many friends; most of her former friends have left her, some because they have simply moved elsewhere or go to a different school, others for her change in attitude. New friends come scarce as most find her hard to approach. The few friends she has though she cherishes and Robyn is very loyal to them.

Lately something has been stirring inside her, a feeling which cannot be fulfilled. A sensation which she can only describe as wanderlust, a desire for adventure; not just into the imaginary or dream world, but into the wild parts of the human world, the depths of the earth.

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"Just call me Terra Breaker. But I didn't come here to chat with some cherry girls."

That was her only reply to the other girls, as she set off immediately towards one of the ever multiplying birds. If this bird was multiplying, there had to be an end somewhere. If the bird regenerates immediately into other birds, then all they had to do was completely destroy the body, leaving behind no trace. With just one swing of her arm, a bird exploded to pieces as she punched it. Hayami was feeling a bit better from her last fight, but her clothes were still tattered, and her vision was still slightly blurry. Fighting low leveled demons such as these wouldn't exactly be a challenge though, not even to a newly made magical girl.

"Oi, start killing faster. I don't want to babysit you people longer than I have to."

Just as she pulverized one more bird however, one shot out at her, though it seemed more thrown than any sort of attempt to attack on the bird's part.

Thrown...

Obviously someone who had reason to attack a magical girl. Who was also a demon. Obviously.

Crushing that bird effortlessly, she landed near where she thought the bird was thrown, a seemingly empty roof devoid of people. It could be a demon masquerading as a roof however. She wouldn't put it past them, especially with her experience with demonic pastries and utensils in the past. Certainly almost harmless, but frustratingly annoying to exterminate.

"Come on out." Hayami looked around nonchalantly, hand in one of her pockets. "Or I'll hunt you down like the animal you are."

[Assistant]
Tali began walking, into the suburbs from the treeline. Thankfully nobody was around to see a girl with a walking stick and a sleeping pack rolled up on her back. She studied the time period and adjusted her clothes accordingly, taking her belongings and moving them into a red backpack before donning a navy-coloured school uniform. It was strange to be back in human time again, she could nearly feel it slink past as she entered it. She wondered if her family was still around now, she wondered how old her baby brother was. She knew she was somewhere outside of London - maybe they had moved here? Did they need her? Maybe her intuition led her back to them to save them somehow. She could only wonder.

Her bare feet touched burning sidewalk and she jumped back, hissing at it. She donned shoes, even if this hindered her senses through the earth. She walked funny in them at first, but soon remembered the feeling of them. She made her way to the city nonetheless, keeping her mind empty. Thoughts would only crowd out her intuition and she would likely lose her way if she paid any mind to them.

Suddenly she felt her stomach drop. Her body felt heavy and gravity seemed to change. She turned and began sprinting in the other direction to escape this danger, dropping to all fours. She panted as she tried to outrun the sinking feeling, but once it touched the tip of her toe, she was sucked in.

Tali came out from the other side of the portal in full feral mode. She was crouched on the ground and growling lowly. Her senses readjusted to find an overwhelming amount of beings around her. Thousands of bodies moved around rapidly as if she were shrunk into an ant hill. She looked around at those immediately near her. It was a group of children near her biological age. They stood around and chatted happily, or at least comfortably.

English. She hadn't spoken this language or any at all in a long time. She raised up, not lowering her guard one bit. She managed to speak, 'Who you?' she demanded as she glared with a golden eye.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

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Wickedly close the orcs were, Saeril used the speed of flight and aimed for the hole her companions just jumped into. Swooping down at great speed and aiming for the incoming warg, the she-elf collided with the beast, and rolled with it into the hole. Her wings cocooned around her, she rolled down the rock; the body of the wild creature falling dead with her. Looking down at it, her luminous eyes were glowing with rage, and she bared her teeth at it. Panting to calm herself down, Saeril retracted her weapon.

Shaking her head at the energy, the she-elf's wings retracted back into her cloak. "...I'm sorry. That was intense; it's been a while since I flew that fast", Saeril apologized to the stares of the others. She had to keep herself under control before the concealed power decides to unleash itself.

[Assistant]
While most everyone stared in mute, shocked silence, Kili broke into a wide grin. "Saeril! There you are -- are you alright?" The youngest moved past the dead warg in order to reach her, but he stopped in his tracks when she bared her teeth at the creature. He'd never seen Saeril this angry, and it was a little alarming.
Thorin viewed the she-elf with skepticism, though he kept his comments to himself. "Kili, retrieve your arrows," he commanded, as his youngest nephew had spilled some when he'd fallen into the cavern. Right now, he didn't want Kili near her. There was an unsettling feeling in his chest. "Fili, help your brother."

Bilbo fell back in surprise when the warg toppled in with Saeril. The hobbit gripped his Elven sword in order to help take down the beast if need be, but there was no need. The warg was dead. "T-that was a bit too close," he stammered, then mumbled his thanks when Bofur offered him a hand up.
Dwalin paced some, then followed their only available route. "I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?"
Bofur hastily moved away from the corpses of their attackers. "Follow it, of course!"

[User]
Fili nodded quickly, and kept a slight distance from Saeril. Not that he was afraid or despised her, but felt slightly intimidated and uncomfortable at the way she fought, and acted a few seconds ago. The she-elf looked at Kili and his brother in guilt, hoping that she didn't cause too much of a disturbance within them after seeing this side of her. She got a little too carried away, and her battle anger only have them a glimpse at her other self.

"I think that would be wise", Gandalf nodded in confirmation since it was the only way to go that was safe at the moment. Following the path in the tunnel, there was a waterfall with a small city in the distance; Saeril trailed behind with the brothers, but kept her distance, her cloak following her. "The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it's known by another name", Gandalf recited. "Rivendell", the she-elf butted in, as she gaped in astonishment at the great city before them. "Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea"

[Assistant]
Kili didn't say anything as he went to retrieve his arrows from the cavern's floor. The youngest looked to Fili with some concern, though he knew better than to voice his thoughts. Something didn't feel right. Without a word, he added the arrows to his half-empty quiver, then moved to rejoin the others. Like Fili, he kept his distance, though he wished he did not have to.

The path lead to a new clearing, one that overlooked a giant waterfall. The air smelled perfectly sweet, almost as if it had just rained, though there was not a cloud in the sky. A few small birds flew by, and Bilbo looked the city over in awe. Rivendell. He had only read of such a place.
"This is beautiful," Kili breathed, then stepped forward to obtain a better view. Was this Saeril's home? He wanted to ask, but he wasn't certain if now was a good time. Their godmother seemed upset.

Thorin was not impressed by the sight, he was angered. "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." The king shot Gandalf an accusatory glare. "You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us."

[User]
"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield", Gandalf scolded the dwarf sharply. "The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself! We have a map that we cannot read, Lord Elrond can help us to read it! Now, if this is to be successful, you shall leave the talking to me or Saeril, as we will need to be tactful with a small degree of charm, which it seems you dwarves certainly lack in the presence of the Fair Folk", Saeril couldn't agree less of the arguement to her mentor's point.

She did, in fact, make side glances at her godsons, still hoping they weren't being distant with her. The she-elf regretted to ever show such an expression that would twist their view of her. "I will assist you, Gandalf", she spoke up. As they entered the beautiful Elven city of Rivendell, they are met by some elves. "Mithrandir", Elrond's right hand man, Lindir, greeted to the wizard. "Ah, Lindir", the wizard returned the gesture. "We heard you had crossed into the Valley", Lindir spoke in Elvish. "I must speak with Lord Elrond" "My Lord Elrond is not here" "Not here? Where is he?", that was until the hunting horn was heard with the returning elf war party coming towards them.

[Assistant]
"*Ifridî bekâr!" Thorin barked the order, his weapon at the ready. This was Gandalf's doing -- they would be attacked for trespassing onto the Elven grounds, he was certain of it. "Hold ranks!"
The company and Bilbo gathered in a circle of sorts, each with a weapon gripped tightly. Kili had a hand on his bow, though he did not draw an arrow. Surely the elves would not harm them with Gandalf and Saeril there, would they? Troubled, he looked towards their godmother in hopes of getting a feeling for what was going on. As it was, he did not know. Thorin thought so poorly of the elves, and Kili worried that the elves may feel the same way towards them.

A group of riders arrived on the scene, and the tallest there dismounted and separated from the others. Elrond nodded in acknowledgement to Gandalf, seemingly unperturbed by the dwarves being there. "Gandalf," he greeted him, then moved to greet his friend with a hug. "**Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui."

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translations:

* Ready weapons

** We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.

[User] "Ah, that may have been us", Gandalf confirmed Elrond's case. The lord's right-hand man had his gaze turned to the cloaked and horned woman. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment to his leader. Saeril kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "Lord Elrond, call me Saeril", she said to him in the Elvish language in a kind tone. "It is a long story, my friend", Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to she-elf defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We really would require your assistance".

[Assistant]
Elrond looked to Saeril, though he was careful not to stare. The same could not be said for Lindir. "I look forward to hearing it, Gandalf." While some of the other riders did not seem quite at ease, Elrond was calm and collected. If Saeril had come with Gandalf, he knew there was a reason for this. As such, there was a reason for Thorin being there.
"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain." Despite the fact that all the dwarves had their weapons drawn and whispering among themselves, Elrond spoke as if they were already allies.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin was curt in his response, and he did not hide his contempt.
Elrond was unphased. "You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain." At that, he looked towards Saeril briefly, then back to the much shorter dwarf before him.
"Indeed; he made no mention of you." Thorin was rude in his response, but he did not care. For what Thranduil had done, he blamed many, and their betrayal was something he had never overcome.
Elrond ignored this, then turned to Lindir and the others. "*Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."

Gloin bristled with anger. "What is he saying?" Gilmi's father held his axe at the ready. "Does he offer us insult?" The others uttered their varying opinions, and Bilbo felt smaller than he had in a while. Kili wasn't sure what to think, and for once he held his tongue.

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*Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.


[System]
Nicknames: M, Emu
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese

Appearance:

Notable Talents/Skills: Emu is a skilled gamer, in more than just the Digimon game. Online he used to play under the moniker of M, the "genius gamer". Beyond his gaming, Emu aspires to become a doctor, and as such has already begun learning medicine.

Card Deck: Emu uses a Deck built around accuracy, precision, and firepower to capitalize on Commandramon's use of Gun- and Cannon-based weaponry through out his forms.

Personality: Emu keeps himself quiet and reserved for the most part, as if intentionally detaching himself from bonding with others. It's a common trait of some surgeons, using that kind of persona to allow them to make the right calls without letting personal investments color their judgement. But that's more of a front than anything, Emu is actually much more kindhearted than he lets himself appear to be. His kinder sides can only be glimpsed when something fires him up, stokes his passion or just outright makes him angry enough to show that side of himself.

Background: Makoto Houjou has been accustomed to fending for himself for as long as he can remember. Both his parents had to work two jobs each just to afford their home, and with no siblings that meant Makoto often turned to toys and games to keep him company. He spent many a Saturday morning watching the first Digimon anime on TV while playing with his Cards and Agumon action figure. Even before D-Connect popularized professional gaming, Makoto was already making a name for himself by topping the charts in several online games of varying genres. When the D-Scanners were released, it became yet another game for Makoto to excel at - having already become well known on the internet as Genius Gamer M. People in real life who knew his online identity started calling him "Emu", a sort of exaggerated annunciation of the letter "M" in reference to his online persona, and the nickname stuck.

Despite such a promising career as a professional gamer, something happened three years ago. The genius gamer seemed to disappear from the internet. M no longer appeared to be logging into any of the gaming networks, most notably that of the Digimon game. In truth, there was an accident - one that severely injured Emu. It was an act of heroism in all honesty, Emu shoved a small kid out of the way of a speeding vehicle only to be hit himself. Emu owed his survival to a kind but brilliant surgeon named Hongo. Dr. Hongo's knowledge and medical skills saved Emu from what could have been a tragic death, and this made the gamer rethink his life. He resolved to focus on school from then on, and become a Doctor like the man who saved him, so that the life Dr. Hongo saved could repay him by saving other lives. Makoto intended to put M and the gaming world behind him, but decided to re-enter it one last time when he received a certain letter of invitation.

Nickname: None
Species: Commandramon
Appearance:

Gender: Male
Evolutionary Line: Bommon -> Missimon -> Commandramon -> Sealsdramon -> Tankdramon -> Darkdramon
~Attacks~
* M16 Assassin: Fires rifle for a projectile attack.
* DCD Bomb: Throws a small bomb for an explosive grenade attack.

Personality: Commandramon is usually very good at following commands. Not surprising, given his soldier-like appearance and persona. In fact he has a tendency to salute and remain at attention unless told otherwise. He's also a "professional" - in that he prefers going into a battle with a well-thought plan in mind as opposed to "shooting blind" as it were. That's only what he's like in battle though. Outside of combat, Commandramon is easily amazed by human world luxuries, especially the flashing boxes humans call Television.

[User]
As Haruka was familiarizing himself with his new D-Scanner, Zakai had also reached out and taken the D-Scanner that seemed to call out to him. It was a dark, almost midnight purple. He traced his fingers over its design. It didn't seem too different than the ones all the tamers used to play games. But he saw first hand a Digimon emerge and take form from one of these D-Scanners. Which Digimon did he pick? Or, what Digimon picked him?

He wasn't about to wait any longer than he had to. Without hesitation, Zakai held up his D-Scanner and activated it, lost in his own world and paying no attention to the conversation going on around him. His face remained surprisingly neutral as the bright light illuminated from his device, but once pixels started flowing from out the D-Scanner and literally forming a data file right before him, his eyes lit up with a fiery curiosity. Within a few moments, the pixels had shaped a small form with what would appear to be long ears and a tail.

Another moment later, and the frame began to populate with a light purple fur that covered the Digimon's entire body, save for his grey under belly. The Digimon's tail had three small buckles wrapped around the more distal part of his tail. Thick, black claws could be seen on his feet and hands (or four feet, depending on how you look at it). The Digimon continued facing away from Zakai and the others, before a voice suddenly boomed.

"Well it's about time!"

Zakai raised an eyebrow as his jaw dropped slightly. For some reason, hearing a Digimon speak was different than seeing one. Also, that wouldn't have been the first line he expected to hear from a Digimon.

The Digimon turned around now and lowered a pair of stylish sunglasses, revealing his blood red eyes as he looked over all the Digidestined.

"The name is Gazimon, or you can just call me Gaz. Now who's supposed to be my 'partner'? Who thought they were good enough to summon me?"

Scratching the back of his head, Zakai angled his face as Gazimon looked the others up and down. He was clearly standing right in front of him.

"Umm. Well. I don't know about thinking "I'm worth it", but I guess I'm the one who summoned you?"

Gazimon's eyes were now locked onto Makoto, but as Zakai spoke he shifted his gaze. His eyes then gave Zakai a quick once over.

"So you're the Digidestined?" His voice was almost apathetic. Taking a pause, he pushed his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes with one of his claws.

"Well, we'll just have to see how "destined" you are, or rather, what you're actually destined for." Now Gazimon shrugged carelessly, however his head soon snapped violently in one direction as he realized something.

"Oh great, what's he doing here?" Gazimon sneered in Bakumon's direction. "A vaccine Digimon? I mean, figures, of course he'd be on the roster. But what are we doing here next to each other?"

[Assistant]
Whilst every one else brought out their Digimon to meet them for the first time, Makoto instead gave his new D-Scanner a closer inspection. It looked very close to the ones you could find in a store, but it had subtle features that made it stand out a bit more to someone with a sharp enough set of eyes. For one thing, this model of D-Scanner was a bit larger than the store-bought variety. That made sense, holding a live Digimon probably required a larger memory space than the store-bought models could provide. Makoto also noticed a small switch on the side opposite of the Trigger-Scanner. Normal D-Scanners didn't possess such a switch, and close inspection the reason became apparent. It seemed the switch could toggle the trigger between two functions. One setting allowed the user to pull the trigger in order to send out and recall the Digimon within, while the other setting made the trigger activate the scanner system as it would on any normal D-Scanner.

"Hmm..." Makoto aimed the D-Scanner like a pistol with the intention of calling Commandramon out of the device once again, but dropped the device to the floor when he suddenly felt a sharp migraine in his head. It made him cry out, but the pain was as brief as it was sudden. He scooped the device off the floor and looked around, "I'm okay... I think." he said, assuming everyone would be curious about what happened. He looked around at Ms. Chase, Mr. Kuroda, Haruka, Zak, and... and...

"Where'd the girls go?" Makoto asked, noticing that Mirei and Houkoushi were no longer present.

"What girls? The only female here is Ms. Chase, you see." answered Kuroda, thoroughly confused.

"No she isn't. There were two girls who came in with us... right?" Makoto shook his head, feeling less certain about this with every passing second. After another moment's thought, he found he couldn't remember these girls he'd insisted were there with them, "I... guess I was just imagining things. Sorry about that..."

With that awkwardness passed, Makoto finally released Commandramon from the D-Scanner. The soldier-like dragon stood at attention and practically saluted its partner, "Commandramon, reporting for duty! Sir!"

[User]
Haruka was still trying to wrap his head around this. The Bakumon before him looked way too real, but just couldn't be. Waving his hand around the D-Scanner in his hand, he began looking for some sort of hologram projector. With none being found, and no flickering appearing in the image of the Digimon, he waved his hand above it, expecting the projector to be above.
 "Register entity name?" the creature asked in a soft, neutral voice.
 Haruka was stunned, and incredulous, "Ex-... Excuse me?"
 "Potential Partner detected," Bakumon spoke, only now turning its gaze to the boy, "That is you. Please affirm identity to accept partnership."
 "Haruka Nobunaga," he replied, still in disbelief.
 "Welcome Haruka Nobunaga."
 The Digimon's eyes then flashed, and it rotated in the air, its cloudy tail billowing as it did so.
 "Unanalyzed Virus Digimon detected. Offer input."

[Assistant]
Zakai, still in slight disbelief, looked back and forth between Gazimon and Bakumon. What were they going on about? Their types?

"What'd ya say your name is again? Gazimon asked dryly as he stared Bakumon down.

"I didn't. But it's Zakai." Crossing his arms now, Zakai was slowly becoming accustomed to the talking Digimon in front of him.

"Right, well. Virus Digimon don't exactly get along with Vaccine Digimon, you see. So I don't know what kind of team you're putting together, but I'm not so sure this going to work out." Gazimon nodded his head over in Haruka and Bakumon's direction.

Before Zakai could comment, Makoto suddenly cried out and then there was a flash . . . wasn't there?

As quickly as the thought came to him, it was soon replaced with a question. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he felt something and Makoto's question made Zakai whirl his head around in confusion.

There were more people here with them. At least, it felt like there were. He wasn't really paying attention . . . and Kuroda said there was no one else there . . . Kuroda . . .

Gazimon's voice snapped Zakai from his thoughts again.

"Ah, another Virus Digimon! Maybe I wasn't the one who got the wrong invitation."

Zakai looked over at Makoto and his new Digimon, Commandramon, and decided to walk over in their direction. He didn't want to interrupt their introductions, but wanted to see if Makoto was feeling okay.


[System]
Character Gender: Female

Player Name: Alexis Snow

Player Gender: Female

Player Age: 16

Personality: Generally care-free and up-beat and slightly shy, slightly child-like in the way she acts as well. Generally a kind person all around.

Skills: Nanorepair, First Aid, Nanohacking, SMG's.

Stat Focuses:
Nanotech
Intelligence
Dexterity

Character Appearance: She's 5'4, since picture alone cannot explain height.

Player Appearance: Exactly the same as above except she has blue eyes.

Player Bio: Alexis is pretty much a normal kid doing normal kid things, go to school, hang out with friends, etc. She has a love for J-RPGs, RPGs, and the like. Often playing them for hours on end in favor of hanging out at the mall.

When her friends told her about Full Dive gaming she immediately became hooked on playing them, both for the competitiveness of it all and for the sheer amazing fact she could BE the character.

[User]
Alexis Snow

Alexis had been walking to the mission board, excited that she had finally reached level 15 and could finally enter quests and stuff with other players, almost nothing could ruin her good mood. That was, until she was nearly trampled and knocked over by someone that was either clearly more excited than she was or simply didn't care about other players. "Jerk!" She shouted, flipping him off.

Of course, her words met nothing but pixels as the man was transported to an instance. She sighed walking over. She was by no means the most skilled player, but she felt she was still pretty good and wanted a chance to show others.

First thing she had to do was get past the introductory quest. Barely containing her excitement she practically punched the holographic 'Accept' button. She was instantaneously transported to the back of a troop carrier...with the guy that had nearly trampled her.

She glared and crossed her arms "You could watch where you are going, you know?" She spoke. She didn't figure it would be all to hard for people to not run into her, especially with the hues her clothes were. I mean, c'mon, who can't see bright pink shorts?

[Assistant]
Driftl0rd776, more commonly known as 'Jason' sat, staring at the glare from his computer screen as it played loud new wave music and more importantlydisplayed his Full Dive character's stats.

Driftl0rd776
Level 15
Health: ███
Stamina: ███
He loudly crunched cereal as he leaned back on his old and half broken chair. He sighed, at this rate he'd never get all the cool flame embroidered weapons and would be stuck with the stock sniper rifles for all his in-game life. How would people know he was better than them without a decal that didn't really even matter? He scratched his chin, putting his bowl down next to his computer monitor. If he wanted that decal then he'd better start gaming, otherwise he'd have to settle for nought. He picked up the helmet and practically knocked himself out with the force he put it on with.

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Driftlord leaped out of the bed, holding his slouch hat securely onto his head as he sprinted out of the barracks and to the mission board. He quickly accepted the mission, and was subsequently transported onto what looked to be a troop transporter containing two other people.
"Sup' nerds and/or noobs" He said confidently, his accent coming through as obviously as a jack hammer.
"Any of you guys got any decals yet? I'm really wanting to get the flame decal for my rifle" He said, motioning to said rifle as he did.

[User]
It had been a long day, but Alana wasn't going to let that stop her from enjoying her game. Not too long ago, she received the VR system and became absolutely indulged in this online MMORPG, one that she'd never heard of and could recall being told that it was brand spankin' new. Regardless, it seemed like it had taken an eternity for her to finally reach level 15, which pulled her out of the "newb" category. At least, she thought. What it did mean, she knew, was that she could, at last, join quests and parties with other players.

As she sat at her desk, she cracked her knuckles and began the process of logging onto her account. Then, she reached over and plucked the VR helmet from the far-right side of the table and secured it onto her cranium. It was her day off from work. She was going to enjoy it.

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When Mewgirl appeared on screen, rising from a virtual bed, it surprised her a little bit. She'd forgotten that this was where the game opened. Immediately, she headed outside of the building and approached the mission board. Of course, there was only one option for her current level. She was filled with enthusiasm and excitement as she selected it and was taken to an area where three other players were waiting with her.

"Hello," she said just as she'd heard the words flame decal for my rifle.

[Assistant]
Alexis Snow

Alexis simply waved and smiled at the two new people, giggling a bit at the Scotsmans accent when he said 'noob'. At-least these people seemed more friendly than the man that had decided Alexis was a new form of sidewalk.

"Hey." She told them smiling, waving excitedly. The team was actually filling up quite quickly, Alexis expected a bit of a wait seeing as how most of the players were either advanced or too new to join.

"Um, no I don't have any decals yet..wish I did..I want that pretty pink one for my P-90." She told the Scotsman, holding up her sleek black P-90 momentarily. "What about you?" She asked Mewgirl.

Strange how she was one of the few people to play the game with a normal human name, especially given it was VR, but eh to each their own, she thought.

[User]
Naomi wasn't feeling up to much today, especially because there were blizzard conditions outside and the thermostat never seemed to be warm enough during the winter. Huddled under three quilts she gave another glance at the papers and notebooks spread around her desk. All the worked seemed to be finished- but she'd planned this "outing" for a week now, and being able to stretch out a pair of perfectly fit virtual legs was worth the consequences she'd get from forgetting a problem or two. She rubbed her hands together eagerly and grabbed the VR helmet, eagerly fitting it onto her head. She logged in and, as she sometimes called it, entered the dream.

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Lyonesse rose from her digital bed and stood up, wiggling her toes. It had been a spell since she'd started playing, yet the magic hadn't worn off at all. She grinned widely and equipped her armor, feeling a little weighed down but otherwise extremely cheery. Level 15. She'd achieved it, and this was her chance to start the game for real. She bounced from one foot to the other and took a deep breath. Of course, she ran every chance she got while in-game, but it still felt strange when she didn't have time to get used to it.

She sprinted out of the barracks and entered a lobby, wasting no time. There were people waiting there already, and she had a good look at each of them for about a minute, assessing them. Not quite staring. Well, maybe staring a little. Not a bad team. Or so it looked.

"Hello," she said, meaning for her greeting to be louder. It instead came across as something slightly louder than a whisper. A little embarrassed, she hung back. She would get to know her teammates when things got going, she was sure of it.

[Assistant]
Wing looked up and frowned with a weak laugh. "Sorry, just a bit excited. It's been a while since I've done any party quests." He said, addressing the first entry. It was mere seconds before others started piling in. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the scotsman's comment.

"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon.

He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.

It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line.

[User]
"Dammit, those non-Full Dive games distracted me too much..." A man sitting on a comfortable semi-sports bucket seat facing a computer muttered.

He quickly proceeded to close the somewhat primitive game he was playing, booting another application which displayed some kind of stats of "Ars_Magna", indicating they have reached level 15, and some indication of their statuses such as health and stamina. The man seemed to smile a bit before he swiftly reached out for a helmet-alike object, fitting it into his head with speed.

What the man saw next was a ceiling, which wasn't his room's one, but still familiar to him. He knew he was lying on a bed, quickly waking up like if it was his bedroom before making the bed he was in. He then sprinted outside and located a board with a holographical "Mission Board" sign, noticing a small holographic screen appear in front of him. He quickly decided to touch a red row which was nearly on top of the screen, before touching the "Accept" button which appeared on the screen, completely ignoring the "Refuse" button near the button the man touched.

Soon, the man realized he was in an area which seemed like the back of a troop carrier, seeing five people there.

"Hello everyone, sorry that I almost got late." The man apologized.

[Assistant]
Alexis waved at the new arrivals to their little group, which now made their group full. "Hey." She told them. "And no worries, we were just talking to pass the time. I don't think it would've started until the party filled anyway."

"Since we're all gunna be in this mission together, what do you guys specialize in?" She asked, looking from person to person. "I specialize in healing and hacking, kinda fun."

Alexis didn't really know much else to say, she didn't really know these people well enough to carry on a decent conversation.

[User]
"Healing and hacking? They can be really helpful when it comes to enemies who rely on nanomachines to attack enemies. By the way, I specialize in shields. For both protection and offense."

The new person briefly and awkwardly smiled at everyone near him, noticing a surprisingly even ratio of male and woman, counting the new person himself. Suddenly, a stream of somewhat perverted thoughts started flowing into his mind;

"Wait, so each man is to be paired with at least one women? Does that mean romance? My friends might've told me that most players use their actual gender, since being a female character aren't a pleasant experience, since most, if not all of us are used to having a male body and being in a body that we aren't used, doesn't feel good... But whatever, I'll just take this chance and make the ladies hopefully fall for me at least online."

While the thoughts weren't directly spoken and he was attempting to look away from everyone, the new person's eyes and mouth would end up revealing what kind of thought he was having, to observant people.

[Assistant]
Lyonesse smiled a little, feeling a little better now. She reminded herself that she was not the same person here as she was in the real world. These people didn't know her other identity... her real self. The short, brick-shaped sheepish physics major confined to a wheelchair. She looked to Alexis, happy to have a question to answer and a conversation to participate in, even if her involvement in it was minimal.

She waited politely and quietly for the user "Ars_Magna" to respond. Shields. Useful. He'd be an asset. She hoped. She felt a spark of nerves and forced herself not to show them: after all, she was someone else now.

"I suppose I'm a sharpshooter," she answered her tentatively. "More into bows and arrows than guns and all, but I can fire three at once. I think. ...I've never actually tried that trick yet, but we'll see soon, yeah?"

[User]
Viper laughed a little. "Nothing any good for actual battle at low level, that's for sure," he said, regarding the question of specializations. "I guess technically I'm a tank," he laughed. "I doubt anyone here has as much HP or Stamina as I do. I can take damage like nobody's business... I also have some real heavy artillery," he explained.

He then looked to Magna and couldn't help but smirk. He'd seen that look before. "So, how many kids do we have in the party?" He asked. "Need to know how much I'll need to curb my language.

After a while, it seemed nobody else was coming. "Well, I guess we'll be it." he explained. "So, if you're ready, We can all set ready status."

[Assistant]
Alexis all but slapped Magna for the obvious thoughts he was thinking judging by his facial and hand expressions. The obvious look of disgust was there, but she didn't slap him, yet.

Sighing she spoke "Ready when you guys are." She was truly excited, her first mission with real people. She hoped se wouldn't mess up, but she most likely would find a way.