[System]
The Mundane
Age:
 16

Sanctum City:
 Norba

Description:
 Crystal stands at 5 feet 7 inches and weighs 143 pounds. She has above-average musculature, built from good genes and rather extreme physical training. She has black hair usually tied in twintails and hazel eyes that seem to pierce through what they look at. She tends to be slouched somewhat when she's not taking something seriously, which is most of the time.

Personality:
 Crystal is a mixed-bag of personality traits, according to the psychologist she visits on a monthly basis. She is not shy, but is quiet and keeps to herself. She is not outgoing, but can become overexcited by the things she enjoys. She is usually calm, and often confident, but the times when she's not she tends to reach the other extreme of hyperactive or pessimistic, respectively. She tends to spend her free time drawing or reading, often both being based around manga, though she also enjoys drawing more realistic styles as well. She is also almost always preoccupied with writing stories to go with her art.
 Crystal has the bad habits of chewing gum and, strangely, blowing air up from her mouth towards her forehead, usually messing up her bangs. She has the affliction of obsessive compulsive disorder, though with her medication one would never know it. When she is unable to take them, however, she becomes a nervous wreck and her habits explode in severity.

Background:
 Crystal von Caelestis is a part of the extended family of the Jupiter family of the Duodecim. That is to say, she is a cousin of the heir to the family. Or rather, she would be if her uncle had a child. As it stands, she and her cousins are all later in line than a nonexistent relative for purposes of succession. Once her uncle marries and has children, they will be the next generation of the Jupiter family line. As such, she was raised in a very noble-esque environment in which she was given great freedom to pursue her interests while also being taught and trained at a higher level than most. She is skilled in the arts not because she wished to be, but because she must be in order to properly represent the Caelestis family. She is in good physical shape and skilled with weapons not because she has passion for it, but because she must be able to defend herself and others if necessary.
 She only recently discovered that she has access to magic, and was very quickly enrolled in Nova Lux Academy. As such, she feels rushed and out of place.

The Magical

Armgaus Name:
 Frozen Blue Sapphire

Gladius:

Parma:

Elementum:
 Ice

Elementum Abilities:
 Crystal can both form ice from nowhere and remove heat from an area, causing coldness to form. She is able to freeze things with a touch, or with some effort do so without physical contact. While she cannot do things like throwing spears of ice telepathically, she can certainly create them in such a way as to pierce a target without needing to be moved. Her ability to remove heat from an area usually manifests as control of the temperature surrounding her, and a distaste of heat means that she often uses this trick when she is able to use magic at all to help keep her cooled off. Somewhat strangely, her magic has minor purifying properties; freezing water with her magic will also remove most impurities from it.

[User]
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Aoife stood outside of the room in which she'd been debriefed for some time before continuing on with what was life now. The small popsicle she'd swindled from support staff had mostly melted, as she finished it off with a big bite. She thought about how she'd answered the questions they asked. About how she felt, when dealing the finishing blows to the void they'd all fought. Amongst the ruins of what life once was, to take a stand on the side of existence itself.

Aoife shivered as she felt an inkling of that anticipation creep through her once more. Her grin turned acrid as she supressed a chuckle. It was all too much to bear, and yet.

"I'm excited to get another opportunity to prove myself to you all," she had said. As if describing Everest as that small protrusion from the Earth near Kathmandu, or what once was.

"Ms. Stuurmgard, do you need anything?" A hall monitor doing his diligence asked of her. Aoife almost didn't hear the words through the euphoric buzz that permeated her skull likes millions of swarming bees. She didn't even really know what she responded with, other than the sentiment being largely, no.

Aoife buried the sensation, storing it for when she would need it. For now, it was time to eat.

The cafeteria bustled, no doubt some of the excitement was part in parcel to the actions of Aoife and her fellow Ars Magi. Aoife hopped along the line to procure food, a small drink and eventually locate a table with the mountainous woman and her fiery compatriot. Aoife smiled at them as she plopped down across form them, immediately digging in and speaking at the same time.

"I wanted to say," she shoved some food into her mouth. "You guysh were 'eally impressive," she swallowed. "I think you would've got on alright even if I hadn't come!"

Before long another girl came and sat at the table. Aoife recognized her as the girl who was most injured during the skirmish. It was too bad, Aoife thought. She looked as though she was managing it well, however.

Aoife heard the thanks offered to her and offered a toothy grin in return. "You're quite welcome!"

"I saw your handiwork up close Chie; I think you could've handled that void all by yourself if you were pressed enough." Aoife's voice had taken a turn to the thoughtful, as she really seemed to believe what she was saying was true.

"Earlier, they told me I cleared my test. I'm... no, we're Ars Magi now. It's almost a little surreal how fast it all went." Chie remarked. "I'm still having trouble accepting it."

Aoife carefully considered what the other Ars Magi was saying, but she couldn't really relate. As soon as Aoife had begun her first transformation, everything in the universe seemed to shift ever so slightly into place. It all made sense to her. The thought of none of this making any sense was troubling, even to a rather carefree spirit such as herself.

She cleared her throat, her demeanor once more shifting. "Think of it like this. If you weren't right for this role, you'd be dead, not sore," she untactfully offered. "If you're still having reservations, I'd consider speaking to a professional about it, you'll only get yourself and others hurt by hesitating." Aoife's gaze trailed across Chie's form before the seriousness drained from her expression entirely and she went back to scarfing down her meal. "We'll be dealing wif wursh than that!" she excitedly remarked, mouth still full.

[Assistant]
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"S'right," came the reply from the verdant monolith seated to the right of the pair, opposite Crystal and Rivka. A small bandage had graced her brow in the whirlwind aftermath of their initiation testing, a result of the otherwise sterling medical examination. It was telling of their newfound potential that the practitioners weren't terribly surprised that a scrape and some bruising was all she had earned for her meteoric descent— Selma had to admit, even she was a bit concerned after she'd felt her bones shake a little with the impact. "We just took our first steps today. Only goin' up the mountain from here."

Biting deep and heartily into a drumstick, her emerald eyes slid over to regard the two newer arrivals as she mulled over their conversations a while longer. Rivka and Crystal weren't always terribly much for idle chatter, but she'd managed to pull them into some friendly nonsense before they'd showed up— and it had stepped away from the forefront after this had taken root. for her part, she hadn't really given too much thought to whether or not she was really ready to acknowledge herself as Ars Magi...

How did it feel to use your powers, Miss Rosmarie?

"It rocked. I wanna do it again. I felt like I was invincible, unstoppable. Nothing in the world could beat me."

"But, hey, we did just start being 'em. They'll still be training us, y'know? It'll probably sink in more once we really put our noses to the grindstone on it. It's like, uh..."

She paused momentarily, eyes floating between the two girls as she searched for the comparison.

And do you, now, feel differently about yourself since the transformation?

"I'm trying not to. But I gotta say, it does feel like I'm a lot closer to what I've always wanted."

That being?

"Protect people from the Voids. Take back home. That kinda stuff. But aside from that I wanna make sure I stay the same ol' me."

Inspiration flashed as the memory faded back out, and as she swallowed, she raised the bone aloft as though a pointer finger, the classic gesture of "Eureka!"

"It's like dancing. You don't really feel like a dancer after you first shuffle to a nice beat, but if you keep working at it and learning how it all works, it starts to feel right."

The bone unceremoniously clattered back to the plate as she wiped her fingers. That made sense, right? It did to her— it should to the other ladies, then. For all their personal misgivings with themselves, all their uncertainties, all their needs of a good solid hug every now and again, Selma was pretty sure that if she could grok something, they could grok it too. They seemed smart. Surely they'd also needed to train stuff from the ground up before— and they probably didn't need to fight stuff like a gangly build, but the point remained.

She made to clap Chie on the back, good-natured and fraternal as ever—

How did you feel your peers performed, in that case?

"I'm glad everyone's okay. It got a li'l touch 'n' go at the end there, but poor Chie still gritted her teeth and fought through her injury like a champ."

And decided instead to venture north, tousling the smaller girl's long brunette locks in between bites of food, favoring her with a confident smile. After a moment, it graced the rest of the table in turn— Aoife, Crystal, Rivka. They'd been through a lot together in the past three days, nobody could deny them such. They'd faced the fire head on even when they weren't meant to— nobody could have predicted that train station going the way it had— and always come out swinging for the fences, even if it wasn't the perfect concertos someone like Sokolov had expected of herself. They'd always found a way.

And for her, their hard work was gonna be a badge of pride.

So regarding your encounter with the Void...

"Heh heh heh. Kicking them around for a change was fun."

That'll be all, Miss Rosmarie.

Congratulations, cadet. Today,

"Just watch. If we could handle all this before we start learning from the best in the business? Before you know it, we're all gonna be cracking their masks like old pros. They shoulda got us on that train when they had the chance."

Her grin passed confident and into wolfish, as she returned to her food with redoubled vigor. Payback Time was a-comin', and she'd long set her clock.

You are an Ars Magi.


[System]
Age: 10
Appearance:
Faction: Omnibus Scientia

Personality/Backstory: Long story short, Alice is a genius. At the age of six, she was zooming through advanced calculus problems at a pace that made her father's college students quiver with insecurity. However, because of her high intelligence, she was always something of a loner - children her age were so stupid it was obnoxious, and adults never understood her idea of fun. As a result, Alice grew distant from others, viewed them as inferior. They treated her like the outcast she was, and soon, Alice learned that cruelty was the only way to protect herself from the ridicule of others. After the plague wiped out her entire family, Alice decided to make a change - she would project a kind, bubbly image to the world, to endear herself to others, for she could not survive on her own. Her ruse worked all too well; before long, the marriage of her feigned innocence and ruthless intellect had given birth to companions, and, with the help of a few well placed lies designed to revive the dashed hopes of the unsuspecting, Alice turned her companions into followers, and Omnibus Scientia was formed. And, oh, the fools kept joining and joining...

Other: Alice's greatest tool is her intellect. She is useless in a fight, and relies on her followers to defend her. However, Alice does have a talent for hiding herself, when she must. She is very paranoid about what she eats and drinks out of a fear of assassins. Nonetheless, on rare occasions, she may let down her guard if offered chocolate chip cookies.

[User]
"Well, I suppose bringing the internet back is impossible," said Drake. He chuckled. "So getting yuri doujins is probably out of the question." He started back towards the shop. "Life goes on, Abe. And as much as I miss the internet and Xbox Live, I'm glad in a way.

"Not that I approve of billions of people dying, but the government we had was screwed up. What was wrong was the people on the far right, and far left. Nobody got anything done. Just politicians with fat wallets and their thumbs up their asses, being elected by morons. Garbage in, garbage out."

[Assistant]
Abel laughed, and he trailed barely behind Drake as they walked to the shop. "I know. We have to keep going. Personally, I wasn't very attached to the way things were, either. I just try to salvage the good things that I can. And even then, I just want to feel close to someone again." That was only as close as Abel ever got to talking about depression. He was numb, hollow, and without purpose.

The blond put his hands back into his pockets as he and Drake stepped into the pawn shop. "Yeah." He accidentally stepped on the back of one of Drake's shoes. "Sorry." Abel went quiet after that, and he waited for something new to come up, to distract him from his thoughts.

[User]
Alice flinched as the madman before her started yelling. How dare he yell at her? He deserved to die several times over now, but... those samples might not be a bluff...

Without realizing it, Alice began chewing on her lip. She looked weak right now - she knew she did! But what was she supposed to do when her own life was being threatened? She didn't want to die... the guards weren't supposed to have allowed anything so suspect in...!

"Oracle," whispered a soft voice. Alice jumped a little, but turned to find Katie, a nineteen year old blonde girl who was among her loyalest, longest-standing servants. "It's not safe for you here - nor is it prudent to dispose of a medic. Please, retreat to safety and allow me to handle this. I will not fail you, I swear."

Safety? When was the last time Alice had really been safe in this messed up world? She was always putting herself in danger... it was ludicrous to expect one of her followers to be able to protect her from doing so! But, still...

An image flashed before her eyes; water surrounded her on all sides, and her arms flailed weakly, uselessly, as the last of her breath left her. Then, as if from nowhere, a woman's face - her mother's - emerged from the blue, and she wrapped her arms around Alice, pulling her...

Katie. She was like Mama.

"F-fine," said Alice, hopping to her feet. She allowed two armed guards to escort her toward quarters; there, she would be able to observe the scene from a safe distance. As she hurried through the door, she heard Katie ask, "Now, Charon, you have shown disrespect our Oracle, chosen by the Highest, and by extension, you have insulted us all. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

[Assistant]
Charon stopped his rant and lowered his arms, his head tilted so slightly. When it was clear that he wasn't going to be immediatly shot, his awful visage of madness relaxed quite a bit. "Defense? Girl, You can't be serious. 10 year olds should be able to fool around and play, not be God-Queens of a cult. I tried to play by the rules and civility. Then I tried to offer both the opportunity to hone her mind even further, and even perhaps fool around in the last remnants of her already ruined childhood."

He folded his arms. "There was no harm intended. Haa, I tire of this rethoric." Charon took his glasses off and began cleaning them, sighing loudly. "Truth to be told I thought she was like my kid sister. Little cute loud 10 year old thing. And then she puked blood on me and died on my arms. The usual story." Charon's voice didn't waver the slightlest when saying it.

"Alongside three hundred odd patients which also died on my arms back then." He added his eyes glaring at Katie. "And 12 accidental infections, plus having to forcibly learn 5 years of medicine in just two because all the good doctors kept dying." He paused.

"Not only the doctors, but pretty much everyone. I had become, at age 19, the world's last adult, in theory. But I'm rambling aren't I? My bad." He then snapped his finger. "Chosen of the Highest, too! Might as well, cause otherwise I can't understand why my life has been a shitty hell of death and impotence." He put his glasses back on.

"So stop wasting my time. Kill me, evict me, or let me read those goddamn books." He finished snarling. "I don't like posturing nor self-entitlement."

[User]
Kin stopped crying. His grief hadn't passed yet, but its sting felt weaker than it did before, weak enough that Kin could try to start pulling himself together. He sat up leaning against the wall and opened his bloodshot eyes to the world. The light of the sunset burned his eyes, and he had to blink several times before his vision returned to him. He felt numb and tired, but mostly just tired. From the shouting, gunfire and fighting from the raid, and moving the bodies of his once-friends to the graveyard, Kim was drained.

While he had been crying, Kim had sat next to him, keeping him company. Kim wasn't the type of person to pressure him into talking, and Kin was thankful for that. He really couldn't summon the energy needed for a conversation, and besides that, her mere presence was kindness enough anyways.

It felt like he had been crying for an age, and yet the sun was still crossing the horizon. For a while, Kin sat there, motionless, staring at the sky watching it gradually change color from amber to red, his mind calming. The home of the Forgotten stood before him, engulfed in a bright orange light like a bonfire. Somewhere within were seven empty spaces where people used to be. In the back of his mind, he remembered that the Vikings used to place their dead on a burning boat.

Kin took a jagged breath, the fresh air displacing the clammy air inside his lungs. The dead were still in the front of his mind. Some time after the sun sets, he would stand up and walk back to his room. He would wash his face in the sink. He would get in bed, and lay there awake for God knows how long until exhaustion finally carted him away to a restless sleep. This happened every time they lost somebody. For now though, the sky was turning a dark rust color.

[Assistant]
Alphonsé Akiyama
The Forgotten Base of Operations

@MissCapnCrunch @Jangel13

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As soon as the stench of dead human reached him, Rōnin froze in place. Warning sirens rang in his head, telling him to run as far as he could. His senses dulled, a tingling sensation waking in his mind. It was not the 22 year old "Wandering Priest" anymore. It was the fourteen year old 8th Street runaway, firing blindly into the hideout of a rival gang. Memories fired at him, flashes of blood and murder festering in the dark places of his brain. Frail, willow voices howled at him, emotions dropping and falling like a wave.

'You think you can run from me, fool? You thought wrong!' Alphonsé felt as he lost control of his body, feeling being lost everywhere. His rage grew as his Inner took control of his body. 'NO! YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME TODAY NOR EVER AGAIN!' He bit back, his body twitching wildly as the two fought for control. Using his mental strength, he overpowered the voice in his head was beating it into the corners of his mind.

Rōnin strained to look back at the pawn shop and walked back. He was using this to show defiance against Inner, showing who was the boss of his body. The smell was getting more powerful as he walked further and as he reached the door, he thought about what he was doing. He has always been alone, his certain "tendencies" made sure of that fact. Maybe this was a change, the possibility of some sort of therapy around comrades. 'This won't work if you don't even get through the damn door!'

Alphonsé agreed and opened it, looking at the interior of the pawn shop. The man who carried the corpses and immediately recognised him. Fox was one of the stragglers he often came across and was one of the few people that knew his true name. He nodded in his direction before going up to the counter. He looked up at the shopkeeper's eyes and said, voice straining "How can I join The Forgotten?" The silence was deafening.

[User]
The Cyclops

Scope and Spy

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Matted blood-red hair, one piercing green eye, and two steel-booted feet. The small figure watching from under a hat the slopped down her head, wasn't all that imposing. In fact she was passably ignorable. She counted at least five fresh graves among the Fallen Forgotten's quaint cemetery. It was almost funny. The world crumbles and what do people do? They just make it worse. If there was a God, then this was one sick and twisted way of destroying his little mortal toys.

Nah. There was no such thing as the Christian God. To say there was bordered between delusional and complete insanity. But whatever helped those kids sleep at night, Cy thought. A tall figure, dressed in what she considered pretty odd attire, caught her attention. The short nineteen year old frowned in distain. Looked like someone older than her. Great. Well, if they thought that made them better than anyone else, she'd give them a nice punch in the gut, no charge.

Cy still wore the patch of the Gamers on the sleeve of her jacket, realizing that it kept most people off her tail, so as long as they weren't Scorp Scum. The territory battles between the Gamers and the Scorps were getting worse by the day, and she didn't need to get involved in any of that. She already had more than a few people breathing down her neck.

Tailing the tall samurai-looking guy, she kept her distance, but watched intently. What made Creepy McSlinker over there sudden turn tail and dart back to the pawn shop. Nothing against the Forgotten or whatever, but they weren't exactly the most respected gang around. In fact they were more like a big version of one of the pathetic groups that organized to keep their hearts beating. Okay, that was a bit harsh. Everyone deserved a chance at life. But then again, tell that to the quickly decaying world.

Peering through her treasured binoculars, Cy frowned again. The ex-Cyote was in there too? Well, well, maybe she had underestimated the Forgotten. They got Mister Tall McSlinker and a rouge Cyote inside their walls, they were a bit stronger than the last time she had come around to gather info. What, were they hiding an O.S. doctor in there too? Smirking, she put away her binoculars and started her own approach to the pawn shop, booted feet trudging forwards in a mockingly languid saunter.

[Assistant]
Alice slammed the door of her room shut, locking it behind her before turning on the monitor at her short desk. The video feed loaded just in time for her to hear that stupid Charon compare her to his little sister. She folded her arms angrily. She was nothing like that dumb girl must have been - she had lived, after all!

Katie, who was standing next to Alice's now vacant seat, responded calmly to the medic's criticisms.

"Regardless of your feelings about the Oracle, she was sent to us by the Highest. Yes, she is a girl in stature, but most of the living would be considered children by old world standards. The Oracle founded an organization of hundreds, one that is doing its utmost to find a cure for the virus. That's more than you can say for yourself."

Alice nodded, though she didn't expect an idiot like Charon to understand Katie's reasoning. He was blinded, and would probably just continue to judge her by age alone.

"Now," said Katie, "I would prefer not to have to kill you, so I will give you two options. You can either die now, or you can read your books and join us in our cause. If it's your intention to abandon the noble cause of this world's redemption, then there's little point in leaving you alive."

Alice frowned, amusement battling annoyance. This dumb doctor really did deserve to die, but she couldn't deny the value in holding the services of a medic for however many months he had left. Of course, the point was hardly to redeem the world - the Highest was just something she made up to convince people to obey her. No, Charon's purpose would be to preserve the lives of her silly followers for as long as possible. After all, without them, she would be just as vulnerable as Charon's dead sister. She needed them!


[System]
Gale has a red ribbon wrapped around the base of his left ear.

"You're still out there, right Breeze...?"

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Species:
Minun

Sex:
♂

Age:
Adolescent

Ability:
Minus

Moves:
Quick Attack
Growl
Tearful Look

Guild Rank:
Recruit

Equipment:
Gale carries around a scrapbook, filled with memories of him and Breeze. The pages are filled with little glued-in trinkets, doodles, and even a picture of the two of them with their adoptive parent, Hurricane.

Personality:
Far meeker than his twin sister, Breeze. Gale isn't short on courage, but he does lack a certain decisiveness. He tends to waffle and mull things over before jumping into action, which can make him come across as a bit of a coward. Gale's also a bit one-track minded, hyper-focused on whatever goal he does eventually settle on. Still, this doesn't mean Gale is completely alien to the world around him- he's a pretty good listener, all things considered, and very determined. If push came to shove, Gale pushes.

Bio:
'Gale' and 'Breeze'- an odd pair of names for a Minun and a Plusle. If they'd ever known their real parents, maybe they'd have wound up with different names. As it stands, though, the one who raised and cared for the two of them was their adoptive father, a Staraptor named Hurricane. Hurricane is a veteran of the Oblivion war, sure, but hardly enough to be called a legendary hero. No, he ended up retiring before the war had even ended, retiring after making a snap judgment to bring back two abandoned pokemon eggs to his home.

One hatched first- a girl, and a Plusle, given the name 'Breeze'. Even when she was very very young, not knowing what she was doing, Breeze would spend a lot of time near the other egg. Not long after it, too, hatched. That egg turned out to be a boy this time, the Minun that'd be called Gale. Gale and Breeze would be inseparable, doing anything and everything together, much to the dismay of their adoptive father. He wanted to teach them independence, to have each be on their own two feet. His pride, and his being a different species, made him not understand the siblings' magnetic attitude towards each-other.

Still, for a while, they didn't live a bad life, the three of them. Hurricane clearly cared for his children, adopted they may be. Thinking it was best for them, he decided to split the pair up. He made Breeze go out into the world when she was old enough to take care of herself and forced Gale to stay behind. To comfort Gale, Breeze left him their scrapbook, as well as tying a ribbon around his ear. Breeze had both a red and a blue one, so she'd take the blue one. This way, both of them had something as a reminder of the other.

Hurricane took care of Gale on his own for a little bit longer, until Gale got fed up and set out on his own as well. He wanted to find Breeze again, not be separated like they were, and so began an adventure to find her. A solitary, rough journey across a slowly healing world. He didn't have much money, or many personal belongings, but he made do, somehow. Taking an odd job here, doing a favor there. The wanderer's life wasn't much sustainable in a land as broken as this one, though. That, and no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to have a clue on who or where Breeze was. At some point, after having taken on a job, Gale heard about these "Rescue teams" being a thing. Pokemon who form teams to aid those in need, travelling all around the world to do so. Given that he needed both a steady line of work and some manner to search for his sister, Gale figured it might be something for him. So he sauntered off to Mandalay, the place he heard had the organisation's guild hall, to apply and become part of one such rescue team.

Secret:
?

[User]
Gale continued to chow down on his food. Each time both Fio and Ting took their eyes off him for a moment, he'd grabbed something else to snack on. Currently having his mouth stuffed with one of the ever-shrinking supply of omelettes, the Minun got to thinking. "Hm..." he hummed to himself as the question of their first job hung over the impromptu party's head. Making sure to swallow before speaking up this time, Gale said: "I don't think we'll be sent after a scary Pokemon yet... maybe we'll do something small like look for someone's lost item?"

Gale put his paw to his chin again. "Then again... but maybe..." he started to mutter to himself, wandering off from the table for a bit. He looked really deep in thought. You'd think the Minun was considering the question seriously, but in reality, it quickly became apparent he'd just wandered off towards the pastry table to grab a few confections. Not missing a beat after returning to the now-extinct-omelette table, Gale sat down to take a bite out of a tart. "...Mhm. Delicious," he said with an approving nod.

The minun then looked up at the other two. "I think we might get the same job. Maybe it'll be like a competition."

[Assistant]
Songstream Hall, Mess Hall --> Songstream Hall, Kick's Office

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As Ting munched on his bits of toast and omelet, he began to consider what the other two said about what their first mission would be. While Ting certainly hoped it would be something easy, given the state of the world, it likely wouldn't be that easy. Granted, this small piece of the world seemed... less affected than the rest. What was the reason for that? Was this place able to recover quicker somehow? Or did the destruction here have less of an impact? He'd store those questions for later, as he responded to his other two guildmates.

"Well, I don't exactly think we'll be beating up any baddies. We're just starting out after all. And even if we did, it would likely just be some small-time crook who would probably give up without much of a fight if they found out the guild was on their tail. As for bags, well... I don't know about that either." Ting at this point had finally finished his food, and had felt quite full. He hadn't eaten like that in quite some time. It felt nice to finally have a full belly.

"A lost item definitely sounds more like something for first timers. I just hope it doesn't require us trekking all the way to somewhere like Starfall Bay. Even by cart that would probably take a few days, maybe even a week if things don't go well." Then the idea of them all having the same job hit. Did Kick say "mission" or "missions"? A competition would be a pretty weird way to start things off. But then again it might help to see just who is capable of what. "You know, we never really did get told how party composition works here. Given that there's so few of us, solo missions seem like it would get more done, but that would also be extremely risky. Maybe Kick will tell us more? You guys finish up, I'll go wait by his office."

Ting gave a short nod, and hopped down from his seat and sauntered down the hallways, until he was back in the main hall, standing in front of the entrance to Kick's Office. The door was slightly opened, and he could see a few details inside. Kick was in there, looking over a few papers at a desk. It seemed pretty cluttered from what he could see, but from such a low angle he couldn't tell for sure. Once his other two guildmates showed up, he knocked on the door, and opened it the rest of the way, stepping inside. "Well, here we go..."

Upon stepping into the office proper, he could finally see the rest of the circular room. It seemed... kind of messy. Papers were strewn about haphazardly, along with various bags, trinkets, fabrics and boxes. A few more posters like the ones in main hall were strung up here as well, though these were smaller, and were framed. A banner was also adorned on the wall, with various colored strips of metal in a case underneath it. The banner had gold edges, a purple background color, with the center emblazoned with a large golden star with a light blue circle around it, connecting the points of the star. Was that the emblem of the guild? If so, why wasn't it anywhere else?

Kick's head turned towards the door. "Ah, my new recruits! Come in, come in. Forgive the mess, it's been a wild week." He stood up from the chair he was sitting at and stood to meet the Ting and the others. Not being up on stage made him significantly less intimidating, but the size difference still gave Ting a bit of hesitation to move forward. Still, he pushed through his minor fear and walked over to Kick.

"So, I trust you all have had a good morning thus far? Anyways, let's get down to business, eh? It's time for your first mission. I'm sure you'd all like to go on some grand adventure to rescue someone from the clutches of evil, but uh..." He looked down endearingly at the three young adventurers, before he continued speaking. "Well, before I can really send you out to do any of that in good conscience, you'll need to be a bit more experienced, and perhaps a bit more uh, 'learned' as it were." Kick let out a sigh and put his hands on his hips, it looked like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"Look, long story short, when you go out there, you're not just going out there as yourselves, but you're also going out there as representatives of both the guild and myself. You have to learn to carry yourselves a certain way in a few instances, that way people will take both you and the guild seriously. As you complete missions, I'm sure that you'll learn this through exposure, and you can even watch how a few of our more experienced members present themselves in these situations, Astram or Pandora might be a good place to start. But enough about that, it's time for your first mission." Kicked waved his hand, as to dismiss the earlier conversation, and to start a new one.

"About half a day's travel south of Mandalay, or uh..."  He leaned a little closer the trio of small pokemon. "...Maybe closer to a day with those little legs of yours. Anyways, there's a farm there called the Azure Orchards. They grow a lot of food there, and are one of many farms that provide the city with food, and in return, we provide them with protection. We've recently gotten reports from some of the merchants that their supplies have been coming up short, and the farmers have reported a series a thefts from the farm as well. Your mission will be to go to the Azure Orchards, and see if you can find any clues that may have been left behind, or see if you can establish any patters, such as what is being targeted, or why."

Kick cleared his throat before taking a couple of steps over to a bag on a nearby chair and began rifling through it. "Normally this would be something we could send out someone solo for, but given your inexperience and whatnot, I think it would be safer to send all three of you. Safety in numbers, and all that. Plus, heavens forbid you actually run into our thief or thieves, you stand a much better chance against them. Not to mention the farmers would probably be willing to lend a hand or two just out of revenge." He finished fishing through the bag and pulled out a trio of wooden medallions on red ribbons, each carved with the letter "R" on the front, and on the back, seemed to have some text, stating that they were official recruits of Kick's Guild. He handed one out to each of the three pokemon before him.

"These are your recruit rank badges. Once you complete your first mission, I'll swap these out for the bronze ones. These show that you're officially part of my guild, so don't lose them. I'd advise you get prepared in whatever way you see fit, whether that's getting supplies from Cloud Street, or getting your fortune read by Pandora, our resident seer, if you're into that. She should still be here, likely downstairs in the barracks doing someting with that crystal ball of hers. Otherwise, do you have any questions?"

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 Interacting with/Mentioning: @Ammokkx(Gale), @The Irish Tree(Fio)


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific.

This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings.

Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.

Joyous Guard
Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance
B. Lloyd #8 of 7

An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted.

Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.

Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.
Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable).

Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'.

Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.

Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards?

This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on.

Color: Steel Gray

Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device.

Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.

[User]
Luke Schwarz-- Hallway Navigation.

"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.

Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.

He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:

A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!

Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.

Such was his way, as we all knew by now.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Hallway Navigation

A green-grey satchel slung across her body, her black jacket and checkerboard-grey skirt tidied up for a new semester, concentration utterly focused on a simple white booklet in her hands rather than the hallway around her, Gratia Mindaro appeared to be no less than another diligent student, familiarising herself with the mathematics curriculum one last time before she jumped in classes proper. The fact was, of course, that she had not actually found the time to read up on the semester's work until right after combat class, when she needed to distract herself from the irksome outcome of her spar. The frantic rush of arriving in a new country had been quite overwhelming as well.

Rates of change, differentiation of polynomials, integration ... so it appears there will be a focus on calculus.

That was not particularly worrying. She had touched upon the study during her time at Haven, and it was not something that she had experienced struggle with; in fact, the situation was quite the opposite - the Mistralese huntress had taken to the subject quite well. Not that it was surprising. She was superior in all aspects. That was a fact.

Gratia skillfully weaved herself around a student she would have walked into, eyes still scanning the booklet in her hands even as she stepped around the crowds moving to class. The incessant and annoying chatter of the youths were of absolutely no importance to her. There was no point in listening to what she cared nothing about, and the presence of her headphones around her head, quiet music flowing through the cans, was emblematic of her complete apathy for the unwashed, inferior masses.

She snapped the booklet shut, dropping into her satchel with a smooth motion. That was all she needed for now. Nothing more, nothing less.

[User]
Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation

Hm?

A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.

Ah. Miss Gratia.

The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...

Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?

Poor form. Definitely poor form.

I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!

And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.

It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.

[Assistant]
Emerald Felicia - Hallway Navigation -

Emerald had been resting in the stands, watching any last matches as it was announced that it was time to move onto the next period. Emerald seemed to become visibly depressed when she saw the words 'Math'. What did a huntress need math for anyway? To count how many grimm they killed? She thought it was dumb.

Still, she made her way there, though more slowly and with far less enthusiasm as she had for combat class. She decided to think about something else, like the duel she was going to have with Krysthane after classes. It would be glorious, she just knew it.

With the impending doom of math class forgotten, she became more upbeat as she skipped and dodged passed various students as she made her way down the halls. She noticed that she was quickly approaching the Luke guy who had fought against Shiro in combat class, and that Gratia was a bit further ahead...though Emmy didn't really want to get too close to Gratia she was kind of scary.

Luke though...she didn't really know much about him, other that what she'd seen when he and Shiro dueled. So she caught up to him, matched his pace and sort of just stared at him with big, curious eyes.

[User]
Sangue - Hallway

Though Sangue had lost, she was glad that she did not lose within thirty seconds of the battle. Fighting without complicated surroundings was something she definitely needed to improve upon, as she will not always have something to confuse her opponents with.

She had to wonder, however, whether "Emmy" would do something drastic to her when she enforced some sort of friendship upon her.

The Huntress quietly entered the hallway and shifted amongst others, using the people around her as a guide toward her Math class.

[Assistant]
Ben really, really didn't want to move. His body hurt, and he'd only gotten the trickle of blood wiped off his face a few moments before. But given the fact that he wasn't technically incapable of going on to his next class, he was going to have to. BASL's leader pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his bag, stepping out into the hall after Goodwitch's closing words. He spotted Sangue, not far away, and followed after her. He was pretty sure Lauren wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't seen Amy for a while.

The fight had been great, though. Even if it did hurt like hell afterwards. Calculus probably wasn't going to be anywhere near as interesting.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Perhaps it's a result of spending his formative years around the dead, but at some point in the last decade Kichiro just sort of stopped caring. Saying he has no regard for life wouldn't be entirely fair: He does think twice before killing anyone. He certainly doesn't want to die, and he wants the few people he has any attachment with to stay whole and healthy. It's more that he has the chronic habit of not taking anything seriously, approaching the world with cynicism and detached amusement.
 He has Manic-Depressive tendencies as well, making him a difficult person to form long term friendships with. Kichiro is frequent user of intoxicants, mainly alcohol and psychotropic drugs, as a way of staving off the general breakdown of sanity associated with his condition, but worries he is fighting a losing battle.

Equipment: Kichiro carries a number of spiritual and shamanic, mainly things that produce smoke such as sage, palo santo, and frankincense. He doesn't actually know if these items actually make him more effective, but they do make him feel more confident. He doesn't carry any physical weapons as he generally avoids fair fights.

Abilities: Kichiro is an ectopath: he lives deeply in tune with a phenomenon he calls "the Ghost Soup", a sort of psychic smog made from the remnants of dead mortals as well as ambient spiritual and elemental forces attached to any given area. He can channel and redirect these forces to produce a number of paranormal effects.

Communication: Kichiro can receive simple messages from the spirits around him in the form of short phrases and sensory inputs, manifesting in a sort of "enhanced intuition". As it turns out, holding in-depth conversations with ghosts is like pulling teeth from a spastic wild cat: Only the recently dead and particularly strong willed individuals retain their rationality, leaving the majority flighty, emotional, and unreliable.

Obfuscation: Kichiro channels the energy around him to hide himself from view. He isn't invisible while doing so, only significantly harder to detect with normal senses or esp, and completely obscured from electronics. In a dark room or deep patch of shadow, it's nearly impossible to know he's there unless one were to walk directly into him.

Manifestation: Kichiro directs large amounts of energy into an individual spirit, giving it physical form. Once released, a spirit manifested this way is not under his direct control. He generally uses this method when in a tight spot to create havoc and distract any pursuers while he slips away.

Inverse Possession: Kichiro can channel a specific spirit through his body in order to utilize their skills through muscle memory. For example, channeling a highly skilled martial artist would temporarily give him a deep instinctive knowledge of hand-to-hand combat. Maintaining this state for any extended period can be very damaging to his psyche, however, as he must struggle against the emotions and personality of any entity being channeled through his body.

Ikiryo: Kichiro separates a part of his mind from his physical form to become it's own free roaming entity. His Ikiryo is significantly stronger than most average humans and is able to physically manifest and move physical objects, but lacks higher function and rationality. His body still functions on it's own, but is completely emotionless. He has yet to find a practical use for this ability, as reuniting his body and soul is very difficult.

Skills: Kichiro's main focus lies in espionage. His talents make him ideal for information gathering, information which he relies upon for trade. He's very skilled in deception and manipulation as well, displaying a knack for playing people off one another to keep suspicion off of himself.

In terms of non-profitable skills, Kichiro has a peculiar way with animals. Domesticated animals such as dogs and cats tend to gravitate towards him and give him an unusual amount of trust.

Brief Backstory: Translated roughly to English, "Kichiro" reads as "lucky son". It's widely held by those that know him that whoever named him must have done so as a mean spirited joke. He keeps a tight, heavy lid on his childhood, so all that is known about him by the Agency starts when he was sixteen.

It was at the scene of a murder, five high school students torn to bloody pieces in a locked apartment. The young Kichiro had slipped in amongst the agents as they investigated, looking gaunt and filthy as though he had been living on the streets. He claimed to know how to help them, and indeed proved his worth by tracking down and assisting in subjugating the rogue entity that had done the deed. Kichiro was offered a job, which he declined, on the grounds that he couldn't bear the idea of bonding himself to any group. He did accept a large sum of money under the table for services rendered, however, being proud but not a fool.

Since then, he has worked as a sort of "freelancer" for the Agency, assisting whenever his particular talents would be most effective. He mainly makes his living through the black market and organized criminal groups. Officially he owns a small occult shop in a dark back alley, directly above which is his small apartment. The items he sells are advertised as "very haunted, possessed, and otherwise hexed", so most of his sales go to eccentric collectors.

Allegiance: Outbreak Agency (Mostly, and unofficially)

[User]
Minami Fuuka

... Alright, that was it. All that crap he'd just thrown out? After he'd been the one who was annoying people and screwing with the room? Fuuka wasn't okay with that. Taking a step forward, she drew one fist back... and found a shinai placed right in her path to prevent her from following through. Before she could do anything about it, the man had already left down the hall. As much as he'd pissed her off, she didn't feel like running down the hall to pursue him so she could knock him clear through a wall. The schoolgirl jammed her hands in her pockets and huffed.

"Tch, jackass," she commented, simply, before turning to face Tamako. The entire cafeteria was pretty annoyed at the moment, though thankfully lightbulbs were already being brought in to replace the ones that had been damaged.

"Ohh, Tamachan's already on the move," she added, watching the robot girl, "Oii, let's go, White-san."

With that, she followed the girl. Pizza would help calm her down."

[Assistant]
Diego Reyes//Raijin

Diego walked out of the mandatory meet-and-greet with some of his less-socially-inclined coworkers feeling much the same as he did when he walked in: disappointed. He'd been disappointed before the meeting, not knowing just how many sticks-in-the-mud he actually worked with, just waiting for him to ply his trade on. And he was even more disappointed now, since the meeting had barely just begun before people started trickling out of the room like particularly-hostile (and bored) maple syrup. What a let-down this day was turning out to be- perhaps he should pull a fire alarm or something, liven things up. Though, a fire alarm was a bit too juvenile for someone of his talents and experience. Uncle Coyote would be such disappoint in him for stooping so low. Hm. This might take a while.

Hmph. A shameful display in there, boy. You spoke scarcely a word, and slouched in your seat like a peasant. You are host to a god, need I remind you- I expect a more suitable demonstration of our might the next time we encounter your subjects.

Speaking of things taking such a long time... Diego rolled his eyes at the booming voice in his inner world. They're not my subjects, Raijin, they're my coworkers/prank targets. And need I remind you, you're not a god. Also, don't call me "boy-" I might actually be older than you.

I will call you "boy" if I so desire it! Truly, never have I had such a witless and shiftless host before! You should be raising armies! Claiming territories! Making this land bow before your feet! Anything other than your insipid pranks and childishness! As the god of storms, I would expect a half-blood storm spirit to offer more respect for one his better!

Look, I get you're used to the whole, "sucking your own dick" thing, but hear me out- I've met gods before. Maybe- it was hard to tell to what extent Uncle Coyote really qualified for divinity, sometimes. And I've also met jumped-up elementals, spirits, and dead guys with an over-inflated sense of self-importance. And based on how long I've been doing this whole spirit-walker thing, I think I'm experienced enough to tell the difference.

Raijin sputtered at this, which translated to rumbling thunder echoing across his inner world's sky. Worthless! Worthless child! I should simply tear myself free from you and have done with it!

An empty threat, just like all the other times Raijin had made it. The two of them knew very well that any attempt to separate their essences would mean the death of both of them. And Raijin loved itself too much to just let his will and being dissolve back into the Light Rainbow. He smirked, knowing Raijin would feel the audacious gesture, and knowing how badly it would nettle the narcissistic spirit.

Keep telling yourself that, windbag. In the meantime, I'm gonna go find Kichi-chan.

Another, quieter rumble of thunder. Your dalliance with that poor excuse for a medium troubles me, boy. Surely you can find a more fitting consort than a mercenary. Much less a male.

For the last time, Raijin, I'm not flirting with Kichi-chan. Or was he? Did it even matter? Probably not. Besides, what would it matter if I was? What exactly is it with this country and your hangups about two-spirits?

Name it in whatever way you will, but such behavior is unbecoming of the king I expect you to become. Feh. I tire of this nonsense- I take my leave for now, but mark my words, I will be pondering ways to punish this insubordination of yours. And on that note, Raijin retreated deeper into Diego's soul, prompting the man himself to sigh in relief. Raijin was getting more impatient with their situation, which could cause problems. He didn't know what would happen to him in his current situation- he'd never been so deeply entwined with a spirit before- but a disconnect between a shaman's motives and those of the spirit he was channeling was bad for their connection. It might interfere with his ability to use Raijin's powers, leaving him with his own admittedly-less-impressive suite of abilities.

At worst, it could dissolve the connection between them entirely, killing them both. And that was no bueno.

Regardless, there wasn't much he could do about that now. Right now, at least, his and Raijin's mutual desire to not die should, in theory, be enough to keep the two of them connected. But that was all he really had right now, was theory. As far as he knew, spirit-fusion like theirs happened about as often as Uncle Coyote gave out his teeth, or as often as Susitna woke up from her sleep.

In short, not often at all.

Diego glanced up from his reverie to realize he'd made it outside, somehow. Odd. He seemed pretty far away from the building, too, considering how short of a time he thought he'd been reminiscing. What street was this, anyway?

Confound my poor sense of direction, he growled in his head, curious how even a half-spirit like him could get so easily lost. Just how far did I get off track this time? Now I'll never find--

His thoughts stopped abruptly as he spotted the current object of his attentions attempting to scrub out an impromptu summoning circle he'd seemingly sketched onto the sidewalk. Diego smiled, unfurling his wings from the ether and levitating off the ground by a few inches.

Ha HA! Take that, poor directional sense! Your attempts to foil me have only brought my evil plan to fruition! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! He floated lazily over to Kichiro, who was currently smoking one of those sins against good tobacco. He resisted the urge to grimace, leaning an arm on the ectopath's head casually, as one would at a bar or similar establishment.

He, of course, was still floating.

"Kichi-chaaaan~" he purred, ruffling the other man's hair slightly. He nodded in the direction of the symbols Kichiro had been unsuccessfully trying to scrape away. "Whatcha got here? Homework?"


[System]
Appearance:

Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.

Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*

Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.

Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.

Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.

[User]
Bristlebane was just minding his own buisness when suddenly his vision was assailed by a vibrant red color nearly as attention grabbing as himself flaied around in the wind and stuck upon his face. He carefully detangled himself from the strange parchment and exaimned its contents, it appeared to be a job request of some sort, ohhh action and adventure, and for some reason it had a jumble of text at the bottom, didn't make any sense to him so he threw it away. Bristlebane did love himself some action and adventure, unfortunatly it wasn't until tommorow.

 Alas, he contiuned his journey curious about the prospects the job offered, and on his way to a bar to play for some coins his 7th sense began tingiling and alerted him to the presence of magic, he wasn't sure how it worked yet but it had never failed before. Looking about he noticed the source attentivly looking at the very same annoyingly bright flyer he had just thrown away. Carefully Bristlebane subtly moved through the crowds of milling poeple and got a closer look. The man had a veeeeery shiny necklace, he wanted it. Bristlebane fake tripped putting his foot in front of the unknown persons and slamming into him. As they hopefully fell to the ground he would grab the mans necklace and rip it off while turning over landing with his back towards the stranger and stuffing the necklace into one of his many pockets.

[Assistant]
Salazar woke to sunlight bursting through the drawn shades of the room he had been given by a local lord at court in New Torrea. His reputation had preceded him, not a strange thing to happen in cities such as these. As much as Salazar had wished anonymity, the exertion he would have had to endure to completely wipe his identity from the minds of the people would have put him in no state to travel for at least a year. Sighing gently and sitting up, allowing the naked lady that had been sharing his bed the night previous to gather up her underclothes and scamper from his sight, Salazar caught his reflection in the mirror. He had been wearing one of his favourite Masques the night previous, white hair and a thin scar that curled around his neck, and he watched it melt away. The flesh became less full and the returned to normal flesh. His hair suddenly shifted into brown and he was once again himself. He grinned, revelling too much in his power was something his teacher would quite often reprimand him for.

Well…She was pretty.

"Quiet Grim…"

Oh you are so grumpy in the morning.

"Because I always have to listen to some snide remark from you, dear teacher"

Salazar gave a short growl and dressed in his customary attire; shirt and tie, black pants and a well worn in jacket. He had to look presentable today…there was court to attend to.
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Salazar strolled through the mingling nobles of the gathered court, a ball of some lesser noble attempting to gain favour from the stronger houses the vied for control of the merchants and land within the city. Salazar loved this game…he was a natural with his gifts. A simple riot of an aggressive emotion from one would incite a rambling argument, a quelling of fears could allow Salazar to illicit information from the tightest of lips. It was a help that Salazar could imitate the idea of consummate ladies' man. Salazar gave short nods and curt smiles to the lords and ladies fulfilling their noblesse oblige. He felt nothing as he watched arguments cut down alliances in favour of more beneficial ones. He never really felt much when it came to the nobles…they were just secrets to be sold. He finally caught a conversation worth listening to. Shifting closer, he waited and listened.

"Did you hear?" a whispering voice peeled out.

"what?"

"It's hidden in those red fliers getting thrown out?"

"The 'monster hunting' ones?"

"Yes, the ones posted by Hazael of the Triumvirate…Donat is a betrayer"

The gasps gave Salazar his sign to leave. Hazael…Salazar smiled and clenched his fist gently, a small blue bird coalescing from the energy in his fist "fly to Hazael of the Triumvirate, inform her that I will be joining whatever investigation she is planning."

The bird nodded and shot into the air above the nobles, flying off to find its target.

"This will be fun…"

I agree….

[User]
Dante

Dante was working on his forge, making trinkets and weapons for travelers who requested. It seemed awfully busier as of late, with Kingdown Expansion came the need for tools, and he had to deliver. He just returned a gun to a new customer, who needed the handle fixed. However, Dante took his time, disassembling it and examining how it worked, before fixing and returning it. The prospect of forging a gun was always so exciting! After wiping his brow, beaded with sweat from the heat and work, he noticed a poster on the wall, alarmingly red colored. "Hm? What is this?" he said, reading the big poster, then looking at the small writing. "I'm afraid I can't decipher this just yet..." Dante muttered, taking the poster and going inside to properly examine the small text. He left a sign that said, "Out for lunch!" although if someone looked enough, they could see his thin frame's shadow in a window, peering over something.

[Assistant]
Bristlebane had definitely had taken Yunan by surprise however upon contact and pressure during mid-air a yellow barrier appeared that surrounded Yunan. It had knocked away the assailant considering what he was trying to do, which was obviously trying to knock Yunan over. However, It was obvious that it would take more than simply the body to take down Yunan. To Yunan the spell that surrounded him, was an automatic spell that Yunan had came up with that required only the assistance of his Golden Staff that he carried around, as people around who noticed the two could see the thing shimmering faintly as it was supply energy for the barrier before it had went transparent. It was obvious that the magical shield was still up, as now that his assailant at such close range could see the space was subtly warped around Yunan indicating the barrier.

Yunan's assailant had chosen the wrong person to steal from, however he decided that he would let them off easy... considering they haven't done anything bad, yet. So with his staff it gathered its energy taking its time before the staff shot down a tiny green orb into the ground right beneath the ground where Bristlebane was knocked back to. The green orb had grown vines from the feet of his assailant and had slowly crawled up from his feet and up to the top. The vine gave little resistance and was relatively easy to get out of it you had at least a little bit of strength, the rate of travel of the climbing vines were also slow giving Bristlebane more than enough time to escape. With him busy, Yunan waited to see what the man would do with his spell slowly entangling him.


[System]
"Won't you join me?"
Nicknames
None

Age
16

Species
Ashe City Creature Log: Ningyo

 A species of fish like humanoids. With the amount of fish qualities being different for each member of the race itself. They have varied diets though most prefer the taste of raw fish. The specific abilities of Ningyo aren't very well known, as they are extremely uncommon. It is known that they have great swimming abilities and can breath underwater. Though it is believed that Ningyo start off as a sort of blank canvas. Born with no personality, they are said to mimic the personality, habits, disposition, posture, and quirks of anyone they speak with.

They appear to be an extremely friendly race, though their taste for raw fish may give some insight into their true nature. Ningyo use the personalities they have mimicked to deceive people and lead them to do work for the Ningyo themselves. And once they are useless, Ningyo abandon their victim, killing them, leaving them for the police, the method of disposal depends on the Ningyo.

Weaknesses that Ningyo have are not plentiful but they are present. They adore fish, and will always eat it of they have the chance, as long as it's uncooked. They also copy a persons weakness when they copy their personality and disposition. So weaknesses mostly depend on the Ningyo. A very intelligent species.

Gender
Female

Job
Criminal
Mastermind behind a series of murders committed by other citizens

Behavior
Sakana has a sweet and innocent personality. She daydreams has a habit of rolling dice when bored. Sakana is also calculating and intelligent, and she doesn't seem to get mad, though it is easy for her to be bored. With a love for swimming and photography, Sakana takes a large amount of pictures, constantly taking a camera with her, and is almost always in a swimsuit.

Bio
Sakana was abandoned when she was young as a result of the first personality she copied was that if a depressed young woman who desperately wanted death. After abandonment Sakana spoke to many more people, copying their personalities, and forging the perfect one for herself. But the first personality left Sakana with scars of attempted suicide.

Sakana's criminal acts started when she was a teenager, a girl of thirteen. She convinced a man to rob a bank and then commit suicide. After finding joy in the act of convincing people to do evil she began to forge herself an even better personality, one built for deceiving people.

Abilities
Deception
Underwater Breathing
Fast Swimming
Large Intelligence
Siren Song - An ability unknown to most carried by all Ningyo. A last resort ability allowing Ningyo to sings songs capable of changing ones heart. However the songs themselves are only learned when absolutely necessary.

Other
Sakana is unskilled around electronics, and weak to electricity.

[User]
Chapter 1: The Start of a New Year

Welcome to Ashe City a city that may seem normal at first glance. With people going from place to place, your usual crimes going on everyday, and maybe that old lady down the street is yelling at her cat again. However a closer look at this city reveals something interesting, the supernatural. Yes, this city holds not only humans but supernatural creatures as well. Some of these creatures coexist and live in peace with the humans. Others however some creatures terrorize and commit crimes. A Detective Agency was founded in order to capture these criminals this is the Ashe City Detective Agency, Scarlet Ashe.

January 1st, 2020: Ashe City Detective Agency, Scarlet Ashe

It's the new year for Ashe City as Leon was turning on the lights of the agency, he had just arrived to open up. When he turned on all the lights in the office he went down the hall towards the morgue as the motion detecting lights went on. Leon opened the doors and turned on the lights to see Xander sleeping on one of the tables.

"Xander, hey Xander wake up." Leon said as he gently nudged Xander.

Xander slowly woke up as his upper body rose to sit up. "Oh hey Leon when did you get here?" Xander said completely awake

"Just now." Leon replied "I thought Zombies didn't need to sleep?"

Xander who was getting off the table towards his desk to grab his lab coat and put it on looked over at Leon. "No you would be correct on that note." Xander said

Leon was poking at a brain that was in a small silver bin watching it jiggle as Xander rushed over screaming "Don't touch that! Don't put your filthy hands on this delectable treat!" Xander screamed as he took the bin away from Leon.

"Well geez sorry" Leon said as he walked towards the door "I'm heading back into the office. I'll come back once everyone is here and we have our first case." Leon said as he began to walk away.

"Yeah yeah okay." Xander said "Just dont touch anymore of my treats when you come back" he added in a yelling voice.

[Assistant] Zio woke up from his sleep by a ray of sunlight shone in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes a little as he got up from the couch he was sleeping on, he turned to his tv that was still playing. Zio grabbed the remote and turned of the tv, when he turned it off he threw the remote on the couch and got to get a change of clothes and a shower. After he took the shower and put on some new clothes he grabbed his phone, wallet and his keys. He started to go to the door of his apartment and was almost going to leave without taking his sword with him, so before he clodes the door he quickly grabbed his sword. He now went on his way to the Scarlet Ashe agency, wondering if he could help Garo with a job.

[User] The somber sound of piano music would begin to drift up from the holding cells of the Scarlet Ashe detective agency, just as it did every morning. If one would be so inclined to follow the melody down stairs and into the dark, foreboding corridor they would find rows of cells that flanked both sides of the hall. The hall stretched for a good distance before coming to a stop at one last cell, but this one was unique. Instead of bars this cell had a reinforced glass wall as its barrier, unlike the others this cell was not a bare room with cement walls. No this cell was fully furnished from a decorative rug to a small crystal chandelier that hang from the celling. The soul occupant of the room, a shockingly pale fellow in a even whiter inmate's uniform, sat at a grand piano with his fingers skillfully gliding over the ivory. To most this would be a odd sight, but to those who worked at the agency would be used to this as well as the monster who was causing it. Ever since his capture Damien had made it a daily ritual to meet the morning with a song, much to the distain of the members of the agency.

[Assistant] Eris bolted upright in her spinning chair her hair color slowly brightening and her ears perking up as she regained her baring. After realizing she was in her workshop still she relaxed and stood up to stretch before taking over a small RC car and driving to the break room all the while avoiding peoples feet and parking it right under the counter and powering off the car before grabbing an apple. After started walking back down the hall driving the small car while waving to others as she went until she reached the the elevator where she pushed the button to go down to the holding cells and waited listening to some of her favorite calming music. She wanted to start the day with a visit to the criminals and run some security checks.

[User]
Noah woke up with the sun in his eyes after cursing the sun for the fifth time he decided to get up. Deciding to get a better layout of the city he got dressed and got his Glock 17 and hid it in his jacket and his combat knife in his boots, he left his apartment and began heading to a near by park that he had not gone to yet simply passing it by. Once there he began walking in circles around the park, this early in the morning the park was empty and quite Noah hated it, in his experience quite usually meant an ambush or an enemy sniper waiting for him to get out of cover.
He sighed and decided he had memorised enough stratospherically advantageous areas in the park and continued walking to his next destination.

[Assistant]
Leon walked down another hall to an elevator and presses the button to go to the bottom floor where the holding cells are.

"Wonder if Eris is already down doing the security check?" Leon thought to himself. He reached the bottom floor as the elevator door opened. Leon noticed the little rc car on the ground and looked up to see Eris. "Hey thought you would be down here so I came to check on things with you." Leon said as he waved to Eris.

[User]
Eris jumped a bit at the sound of Leon's voice and her whole body flickered before she calmed down, "oh... Hi Mr
Leon everything's fine as far as I can tell" she said as she put the car on autopilot and continued typing on a terminal "though the way I see it, some of the locks could stand to be replaced with some that don't need a manual key and key code, but that's just my opinion" barley looking up to hand him a list of numbers 1-6 as well as an ear piece that had a small screen on it.

 "if you could be so kind as to check these cells manually I'll keep in contact through this and have visual contact too"

[Assistant] Emmett drifted in the car he was driving speeding heavily over the limit. Gun shots could be heard not to far behind him. Two cars moving at a very similar speed stayed on Emmett's tail. "Crap!" He shouted as a bullet grazed his car door. Emmett had to lose these guys quick before the cops interven. He turned on a sharp corner and drove at about 90 mph down the alley. The thugs in the following cars followed and chased him down the alley at a similar speed. That alley was clearly a dead end but the thugs were to busy shooting at Emmett. The end of the alley was coming closer and closer within seconds. Emmett smiled as his car colided into the wall and exploded. The thugs were speechless and unable to stop smashed into his fire ball of a car increasing the flame and also causing a domino effect with their cars blowing up. Emmett walked through the agency doors wearing a tuxedo and a giant smile. He knew teleporting would come in handy at some point in his life. "I got documents on one of the gangs in the city!" He shouted walking through the offices. "But.....they're useless now. If you wanna know why just check the news for fiery casualties." He said laughing and throughing the paper documents into a shredder.

[User] "Call me Leon, Eris no need to be so formal." Leon said as he was handed list of cells 1-6 and an earpiece. "Check cells 1-6 manually? Can do. I may be lazy but when it comes to security I'm serious." Leon put the ear piece on his ear as he hit the little button on the side turning it on. Leon began to head towards Cell Block A which contained the first 6 cells as well as cells 7-10. "Ok first cell 1" Leon tapped away at the keypad doing the simple checks in the system. (time laps to go through cells 1-5) "Alright Eris I'm on cell 6 doing the final check." Leon said in the ear piece. "Ok do that, do this, and..." Leon mumbled to himself as a quick electrical surge went through the keypad "Woah!" Leon said as he jumped back and grabbed his sword but not unsheathing it. "Hey Eris did you experience a surge of electrical energy on your end?" Leon said into the earpiece.

[Assistant] Noah had after some walking and taking a bus he had finally reached the observation tower from her he could view all the city and find potential sniping spots for any potential targets, he did this for every city he went too and had become a useful habit that had saved him trouble in the past. Looking around the city he spotted what appeared to be a car chase for a second he considered tracking down the driver out of pure curiosity but found that decision to be dangerous so he decided against it. Once had gotten down from the tower he began heading to the area where he saw the car crash. Once there the police seemed to all ready be at the scene of the accident Noah walked around to get a better look at the front of the car "No driver what the hell?" he muttered to himself this was strange even if the driver had managed to jump out of the car before the impact a human would have been on the floor enough time for law enforcement to arrive a none of the doors where open so what happened.


[System]
Eudora Esmeralda Erebus

"Would you mind getting inside the oven to clean it?"

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Character Summary
Aliases:
Mama Joon - Grand Mama
Age:
???
Birthday:
???
Ethnicity:
Beyond Such Frivilous Things
Birth Place:
???
Place of Residency:
Untamed Forest Area in Altsoba
Hometown:
Nature is her Home
Gender:
Female. (She thinks.)
Highest Level of Education:
No Formal Education
Occupation:
Witch
Languages:
The Tongue of Animals, and Old/New English. Basic Understanding of All Dead Languages.

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Appearance
Height:
5" 11'
Weight:
Weighs the Same as a Duck
Body Type:
Stout, Large, and Made of Wood
Eye Color:
Black as the Coals She was Burned In
Hair Color and Style:
Silver grey, frizzy and light as the morning mist. Frequently described as a storm cloud on her shoulders. Never combed, nor cleaned, simply left to do what it pleases.
Skin Tone:
White as Bone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Varius small scars and bruises from accidents.
Personal Style:
Dust caked rags was all she ever had. Eudora had no need for Gucci bags or designer clothes. She prefered to work with what she had, like a "true witch." Extracting materials from silk-worms, cotton plants and discarded clothes left in her realm. True, she could use a bit of hocus-pocus to create brilliant leather and the smoothest silk. But with time outside her little hut, she learned people seemed to adore her look. Fingerless gloves, shawls, etensive jewlery, and silly hats hats were seemed to be normal for the modern witch, and Eudora didn't have the heart to dissapoint (what she assumed) were her fans, and thus kept the look of raggty old street begger.

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Psychology
 •Crazy •Independent •Wicked •Dangerous

Sexuality:
Open to One and All
Relationship Status:
Single (For now.)
Personality:
Eudora is mad. Just, mad. She cackles, and chuckles over a cauldron, she laughs after the most gruesome of murders just because she thought of a joke. She dispises those who take life too seriously. People who refuse to smile in the direst of situations, where a smile would be the most helpful. Eudora adores the shock of the unenlightened as she rants on about touchy subjects without a care in the world. Why take life seriously when you're immortal?

Eudora, despite using curses of the non-magic kind more than the magic kind, is a gentle person. Though her lack of social skills and love for morbid humour caused her to be shunned by everyone save the most disgusting of freaks. Whom she called friends. Sadly, those crazy few have now been long gone from Eudora's life and so Eudora took up a life of solitude. Wandering about her many huts in the most reclusive of places, but Eudora herself is not reclusive. She's a good host and a great cook. Welcoming in any wanderer who stumbles upon her cabin with open arms and a pot of soup. Frequently disguising herself as a beautiful woman to calm those nervous few who get lost in their hiking trips.

Because past all the hexes, and Eye of Newt Stew lies a good woman with a twisted sense of humour.
Habits:
* Hexing
* Cackling
* Staying up till the Witching Hour
* Offering Poisoined Apples to women in huts owned by dwarfs.

Hobbies:
* Wearing a Witch Costume in September
* Communicating with Eldritch Abominations
* Inviting Guests to her Home
* Cooking

Fears:
* Fear of Betryal
* Fear of Alienation
* Fear of Fire
* Fear of Religeon

Likes:
+ Animals

+ Nature

+ Cooking

+ The Supernatural

+ Crafting Spells

+ Getting Lost in Nature

+ Dark, lonely Areas

Dislikes:
- "Normal" People

- Brightly Lit Areas

- Religion (Guess why.)

- Highly Industrialized Areas

- Rude People

- Unclean Homes

- Arrogant Witches

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Skills
More Mental Skills:

* Extensive Knowledge on Cooking
* Master at Witchery
* Telekinetic Telepath
* Knowlegble on Nature
* Beast Tamer

Physical Skills:

* Knowlegble on how to Use Various Knives
* Surpringisly Resilient and Driven
* Higher Endurance Towards Harmful Magic
* Sleight of Hand Expert

Day to Day Belongings:

* Grad-Mama's Book of Spells and Homemade Cooking
* Copious Amounts of Make-up
* Shrunken Head of a Voodoo Priestess (Capable of Giving Sage Advice)
* Switch-Blade
* Small Vials of Enchanted Herbs and Liquids for Good-Luck
* Enchanted Broom
* Ghost of Her Long Gone Cat
* Ritual Knife
* Various Enchanted Jewlery

Home:

* Giant Ingrediant Stash (For recipies or other things)
* Cauldron
* Cabniets Full of Enchanted Food That Never Spoils
* Fine Collection of Bones
* Black Goat she Believes is Possed by a Guardian Spirit
* Stashes of Magical Items (For potions, spells, etc.)
* A Tap that Never Runs Out of Water
* Alter to the Gods
* Various Protection Spells Around Her Home (Keeps away anything not strong enough to break the charms, or anything Eudora doesn't permit in her home)

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History
Life Before The Apocalypse
Eudora can never remember a day where she wasn't a raggedy old hag. Thinking back as for as she could care to remember, Eudora only saw herself in the same position forever. Living in a hut outside of a small town, lonely, and constantly working. Sometimes she'd get snippets of memories from her past life. Cooking for her family, who all now have been hanged for witchcraft or never write, or taking care of her kids' kids. She can barely remember the times she left her shabby hut.

Eudora does remember some events that happened outside her home. Salem Witch Trails, Industrialised Era, playing some "Pong." She was enthralled by how the world accepted magic so readily! They used sorcery to communicate to each other on tablets made of the smoothest stone and rode in giant metal bugs. The way they pronounced "thaumaturgy" as "technology" bugged her a bit, but she didn't mind too much.

Her favourite ritual of hers in the new world was by far the festivity of Halloween. She still couldn't believe there was a day celebrating the eldritch and witchy instead of hunting them. Eudora still vividly remembers being cheered on as she rode away on a broom.

Times, however, is quickly passing her. Her memory fades further and she retreats deeper into her forest. Wishing never to be seen.
Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba
Eudora had no attention to ever leave her home again. The world was quickly growing more cynical and strange, ever so more sensitive and blind to the world around them. She gazed with contempt at the little down past the lush trees and fine soil. Until now.

Eudora felt many vile energies and even more vile news as the days passed on. She'd frequently hear locks shattering with every bad news she gained. Tall tales of witches and demons killing people. "Hog-wash," she'd spit every time that damned shrunken head whined about another tragedy or another spell being cast. She was convinced it was all just a few miscast spells by young witches with no idea what they were doing.

That is until she felt the shudder. Powerful, intense magic was used that even the most mundane of mortals could feel. A warm aura of peace filled her damp hut and for once, Eudora almost felt relived. There was nothing to do but go out and investigate. She just had to! She never felt a spell that great, the rumours of the world ending and demons escaping were worth risking just to take a peak at what caused that powerful blast.

The world ain't so bad after all.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Deviances:
Eudora has never shied away from the dark arts, she knows the Underworld like she knows the back of her own hand. Eudora is a master at sensing magic, and detecting intent. Any curse or blessing you place on her or anything or anyone else and Eurdora will notice instantly. She may not be able to know exactly what the cast spell was, but she will have a vague idea about it and be able to discern if it's dangerous or not.
Extra Information:

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
"Turtles are such boring pets, I prefer dragons as scaly companions."

[User]
Seraphina Adams

Location: The Church
Interacting With: The Church Crew

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Sera watched as Aloise and Amy went to tend to her wound she closed her eyes as she groaned slightly as they went in to remove the bullet, then Trevor came in. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as he gave her the bad news that Sylvia died, Seraphina wiped away some tears she felt like it was her fault now that both Katsumi and Sylvia were now dead. "Thank you, you did what you could.." Seraphina said softly, maybe if they did go to the hospital maybe Sylvia could have actually lived. Maybe if Sera had done it another way she could have been able to save both of them, and maybe she and Sylvia could have been friends. Seraphina made a note to bury Sylvia's body whenever things calmed down it was the least she could do.

She looked towards Belladonna for a moment asking Amy some of her blood, she watched the two of them Seraphina wasn't sure what the strange woman wanted Amy's blood for. But it wasn't her concern anyway as she watched Javier lifting up Sariel off of the ground, she froze seeing the archangel's hand move and then her name being called. And then another voice, it was always a common thing for her growing up she did hear these voices. Sera closed her eyes and tried to tune out the voices again.

"I wished these damn voices stopped!" Sera said out loud, she opened her eyes again and realized that she had said it out in the open and looked at the group around her she wasn't crazy they always came and went but since everything started they were extremely frequent. Sera just hoped that no one would start asking her about it.

[Assistant]
Trevor Martin

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Location: Church
Interacting With: A lot of people

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He was still getting over the fact that a lot of the people still left in town ended up all in the same place. There had to be a reason, but he didn't say anything about it. Everyone else seemed to relax in the church, but he still didn't know he could trust them. The only person he knew in the room was Seraphina, and he had only known her for like half an hour after the whole running away from the shopping area. It was clear that Sera was saddened by the Sylvia's death, but he felt like there was something else bugging her.

Trevor just stood off to the side, ignoring most everyone and trying to remain calm. He didn't like the fact that everyone was in the same place, it felt strange and unnatural to him. He kept to himself, and just took a good look at everyone in the room. He recognized a few of them, but had never known their names. He didn't feel like introducing himself, so he just stood in the corner, keeping an eye out for more trouble.