[System]
Appearance:
Alias: "Warp Spider"

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Alignment: Antihero

Personality:
Cold and determined, Shiro is prepared to achieve his goals by any means necessary. He will sacrifice innocents and even destroy entire cities, all for the greater good. As long as the threat is big enough, he will readily justify anything.

Powers:
[Absolute Teleportation]
Shiro was born with the ability to warp space, teleporting him instantly to any location he could picture in his mind's eye. Over the years, he has perfected this ability. He can teleport anything he can see, create stable portals, and even move between different dimensions at will. This has lead to him developing a number of techniques that vastly increase the combat potential of his ability.

[Limits]
The essence of life, or 'soul', disrupts Shiro's power. As such, he cannot teleport anything that's 'alive' or inhabited by a 'soul', such as undead. Certain highly advanced technology is also protected against his powers, as forcefields and certain specific protective measures negate his power. Any sentient play character robot is assumed to have such a defensive method, preventing Shiro from instantly killing them. Magically imbued objects can also be resistant or immune.

[Absolute Eye]
Using portals over his eye, Shiro is able to expand his vision greatly. He uses his left eye to see through walls, from multiple angles at once, and to gain great insight into the world around him. He effectively has 360 degree vision while active, as well as being able to perceive details impossible to see from afar, and to watch situations from afar. He's trained to be able to see in this way, allowing his brain to keep up with the amount of information he receives.

[Arsenal]
There's a certain dimension where time moves so slowly that it nearly stands still. Ten years here is one second there. In this location Shiro keeps a variety of weapons, as well as projectiles mid-movement and useful toys. He can call upon these weapons in combat, instantly switching them out for whatever is useful for the situation. He further uses the sudden appearance of projectiles to surprise foes from unexpected angles.

[Shatter]
Using his powers, Shiro can remove part of an object. Using this, he can instantly destroy almost any inanimate object, no matter how tough or resilient. The weaknesses stated above are the only exceptions to this power. He further must be able to see the material in order to destroy it.

Ability:
Peak human physical condition combined with expertise in several martial arts makes Shiro a dangerous close combat fighter even without his powers. He's an expert marksman and swordsman, incredibly resilient, and capable of resisting pain.

Gear:
His main weapon of choice is a katana built from nanotube glass, a material stronger than steel and lighter than titanium. It's also sharp enough to cut through steel, and capable of resisting incredibly high temperatures. This blade is equipped with a high-powered battery and electrodes, allowing it to electrocute anyone it strikes with the press of a button.

His armour is Dragonscale, a prototype armour suit developed to completely replace Kevlar. It uses tiny fibers and nanotube design to become far more sturdy than kevlar, and uses a 'scale' design to absorb the impact of bullets. Standard weapons can't pierce it, and even grenades won't kill him unless pressed to his face. Only heavy AT rifles can pierce the armour outright, although it offers significantly reduced protection against melee weaponry.

He further has a variety of guns, weapons and gadgets stored in the Arsenal. Any weapon he has ever acquired can be accessed at any time, giving him an almost limitless variety in weaponry.

History:
When he was merely a child, Shiro's parents were murdered by a supervillain known as Scourge. When Shiro's powers manifested, he was taken in by a military organization that wanted to turn him into a human weapon. Upon reaching the age of 18, however, Shiro decided the organization was corrupt. Nobody knows what he saw that sparked his hatred for the organization, but he hunted down and killed every single member he could find. He then proceeded to kill the Scourge. But his hatred of 'evil' could never be purged, even with his vengeance sated. He continued to slaughter villains and evildoers. A criminal caught by the Warp Spider will never see the inside of a jail cell. Currently, Shiro is hunting down Cataclysm.

[User] Even as Zarr's scythe flew towards Lucy, she was already shooting foward. Flying aroudn teh swing of the scythe she crashed into Zarr, who had not been expecting the sudden attack. She would then proceed to attempt to savage him, her entire body transforming into a ball of rending claws and blades that ripped at his flesh. Should he teleport away (like he can apparently do), she would chase after him until he had taken quite some distance. Attacking from behind was the same as the front, she saw in 360 degrees. Her armour would further protect her from most harm. Her only weakness was her inexperience, her furious assault was one without skill or strategy. She was relentless, but clumsy in her constant strikes.

[Assistant]
Cinia smiled at what Alice could do, though at the same time she was a bit jealouse, if only she could master the other summoning she had been working on. "Right then." Cinia said with a smile as she held out her hand as portal appeared summoning Greg. "I have to say I'm jealous all I can do is summon chickens." Cinia said as jumped infront of Cinia. "Anyways, let me show you what I can do, mostly cause I have been needing to do this." Cinia said as she held her hand, multiple magic circles surrounded Greg, who then started to grow, and grow untill he was the same size as a nearby barn. "Good job Greg!" Cinia said as Greg started to peck at the ground while each of his steps seemed to shake it. "Now one more thing." Cinia said as she held out both hands again creating a slightly larger magic circle on the ground. As she continued her concentration she was just barely able to summon and entire cow. "I need to be able to summon more than one of these." Cinia said as she panted while letting go of the magic circle. The Cow was still there, just eating some of the grass.

Linia meanwhile watched as the demonic creature started to fight a man who was using portals. She jumped towards them a bit showing her increased agility as she jumped from building to building. She herself had wanted to go after the creature. She lunged at the two, her body started glowing, then it flashed a huge amount of light would blind those who were in the area momentarily. When they were blinded Linia was inbetween them. "Hold on, your more intelligent than the average demon." Linia said as she pointed at the demon with her sword, light seemed to be vibrating from it. "And you need to be more careful, that bullet of yours could have brought down the entire building, we don't need any more property damage." Linia said to the portal man.

Calamity meanwhile walked towards Guilt. "I'm already helping one, I can't afford to help more, if I happen to see her in a battle I have no guarantee I well let her live. If you really want to join me then your sister is your own responsibility." Calamity said as he walked towards Guilt. Calamity was indeed a very large and muscular man and towered over Guilt.

Zehlan meanwhile was just now starting to enter the city from the port side of the city. And sirens could be heard going off near them. There was what looked like a large wave behind him, however following him was large number of human like sea creatures. Some of them were like him, but for the most part many of them had other fishy forms. Each one of them were fearsome and carrying weapons, some even carrying guns.

[User]
Both of his attacks had missed, and Abaddon quickly discovered that this metahuman's power was rapid teleportation. Wonderful! Looks like this battle wasn't ending as soon as he had hoped, so his meeting with Thasseldar would have to wait. Shiro had quickly spawned two automatic weapons and began firing away, much to Abadddon's annoyance and minor amusement. Seriously, if a shot to the head from that rifle hadn't worked, did Shiro honestly expect those of lesser weapons to do so? Deciding to humor him, he allowed the initial barrage of bullets to hit their mark, but to no obvious effect. Some passed through him, while others seemed to just melt into his body.

"Silver," Abaddon chuckled as he held out said bullets towards Shiro, "Do I look like a werewolf to you?!"

Tossing them aside, Abaddon began his retaliation by dodging and deflecting the following barrages with magic. He also started to fire lone orbs of darkness towards his foe, doing so in a way that made it seem he was just hoping to eventually hit him. There was a strategy behind the wild shots though: Abaddon was attempting to discover a pattern in Shiro's portings as well as any other latent abilities being used in his fighting style. It worked.

Shiro would mainly appear at angles that would exploit the "blind spot" such as directly or diagonally behind him, or even right above him to avoid being hit on the ground. Abaddon also took notice of his glowing eyes and linked them to Shiro's apparent sense of premonition. Having fought teleporters in the past, he decided Shiro belonged to the rare bunch of those able to see in all directions.

"Hmph, two can play at that game," he thought. Focusing his senses, Abaddon began to better predict and avoid future attacks. With Drevenon's vision, he would also be able to see in multiple directions, as well as take notice of any developing distortions in the energy spaces around him. These would be the perfect indicator to where Shiro would reappear!

A few more evasions and deflections, and Abaddon moved in for his more coordinated strikes. As the space on his right began to distort, Abaddon whipped himself in its direction and in one lightning fast movement-

A flash of light appeared in between him and his foe. Abaddon sprang backwards, landing on all fours and on guard. Was this his foe's backup? Now he was just getting pissed and was on the verge of just exposing the entire area to a much stronger variant of the Devourer's Wrath (which would essentially draw everything save for Abaddon towards itself to obliterate them in a chaotic vortex).

"You're more intelligent than the average demon," the glowing girl had said to him before turning to Shiro. She was holding both of them back, so perhaps she wasn't the teleporter's backup. A friend perhaps...

"Do you know this metahuman?" He asked her.

[Assistant]
None of the materials in question had worked, so it was clear this particular type of demon wasn't vulnerable to a specific material. His next choice would be to move through a series of religious artifacts, pagan symbols, and other such weapons. If these failed, he had multiple other methods of containment in mind. However, it was clear that Abbadon was the more powerful foe. In speed, strength, and sheer explosive power Abbadon was more capable. The only reason Shiro was able to hold his own was his immense skill and proficiency with his power, allowing him to project the Absolute Eye and use his Arsenal to his advantage. His opponent was uninventive in his application of power, however, preferring simple brute force and attacks.

Eventually, Abbadon seemed to be able to guess where Shiro would move instants before he moved there. He had lost the element of surprise in his attacks. This attested to his opponent's capability to adapt their strategy, a dangerous trait. However, if he could get in close, and use his blade... if he was able to sever the limbs, and then introduce a material that kept them seperated, he might be able to prevent the demon from reforming. Regeneration could be prevented through the permanent introduction of matter. It was a risk, but it was a risk worth taking.

It was a mistake, of course. Even as Shiro appeared, blade in hand, he knew it had been a mistake. His opponent was already facing him, even as the tendrils shot towards his face. Within moments, he would have been killed. And yet, a bright white light seemed to explode from some point in between the two combatants.

"You're smarter than the average demon"

A newcomer. A wild card had been thrown into the fight. This timely intervention had saved Shiro, as well as giving him a chance to collect his thoughts. The demon had backed off, questioning the woman. Not as aggressive as he had originally believed, but it was clearly still just an animal. "Intelligent or not, it remains a demon. It has already tasted human blood, and undoubtedly will take more. We must contain it before it spreads chaos to the rest of the city." From the powers Shiro had observed so far, and from what he knew of the heroes that generally operated in this city, it was clear that this demon was a level above what the locals could handle. Even if it was eventually defeated, there would be many casualties. His success here was imperative.

In the distance, sirens could be heard. With a slight grunt, Shiro projected the Absolute Eye to the other side of the city. Seeing through a portal far above the commotion, he had the perfect point of view to see the army of fish-men invade the city. Heavily armed, they ripped through the law enforcement. Superhuman in speed and strength, if not in technology. A large and devastating force that even now was fighting to claim the central infrastructure.

"You, try and contain the demon. I will support you from a distance. However, there is another matter I must address." With those words, Shiro disappeared, reappearing on a skyscraper above the carnage. It seemed like it was time to use a more powerful technique. A power that many had thought to be seperate from his teleportation, and yet was secretly merely the advanced application of it. Shiro stretched out his right hand, the palm thrust out towards the forces far below. He would decimate their numbers from here.

A wave of wind and force washed over the forces. An explosion of air moving at almost supersonic speed, ripping apart flesh, bone and even stone. Like a tank shell made of wind, it crushed anything in it's way. Shcokwaves with lethal force, each one in a different location, the source of the attack unknown. A large quantity of air, drained away from the atmosphere, and then suddenly reintroduced to it in a single point. The supercrompressed material rapidly expanded in a deadly explosion. Burst, the final offensive hidden technique developed by Shiro.

Although it rapidly drained him, this move would with equal speed decimate the forces below.


[System]
Rank (If applicable): Unggoy Ultra

Species: Unggoy

Appearance: Grikgar
Grik stands 5'8" a little taller than the average Unggoy and weighs 275 lbs. he has a bit more muscle mass packed onto him than others. Wearing the typical white combat harness with the unusual forked tank signifying his rise through the ranks of special operations. Normally he will always be wearing his helmet as it does have a built in speaker so others can hear him better.

Skills: Given his advanced training, Grik is an Explosives and Artillery Expert both with human and covenant ordnance but prefers covenant. He even has an exceptional understanding with disarming explosives and is a great linguist. Being able to understand all of the covenant languages as well as speak most. Even going as far to learn a few human languages and Huragok sign language. Aside from that Grik is a natural born climber and is adept at repairing most equipment.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Main Weapon - T-58 LAAW, Fuel Rod Cannon
Secondary Weapons - Dual T-54D DEP, Plasma Pistol's
Back Up weapon - ODST Combat Knife
Primary Explosives - 4x Type-1 Antipersonnel grenade, Plasma Grenade
Secondary Explosives - 4x Covenant Plasma Charge.
Equipment - Unggoy Ultra Combat Harness with helmet, Active Camouflage, Light Personal Shield (Experimental).

Background: Grikgar was picked up at a young age and put straight into military service. Born on high charity in 2545 he almost immediately was put in a leadership position due to him not fleeing from combat during training like many others of his kind. This trait was picked up on by the Sangheili that were training his batch of hatching's. Because of his unwillingness to flee and being rather fascinated with all things that went Boom, he was given additional training. Unggoy don't have last names or at least didn't in the covenant, instead he took the last name from the ship he was tasked out to, Seeker.

The Seeker of Truth or just "the Seeker" is a CAS-class assault carrier and flagship for the Fleet of Particular Justice. To him it was an honorable position one he took great pride in. he soon found himself in multiple conflicts through multiple worlds in their purge of the humans. Showing again and again how well he could use his skills as an effective Unggoy leader verses small groups of armed humans military or otherwise.

With a rather high success rate and low mortality rate for his squads he was yet again promoted and given more training. Grik would use what free time he had to talk and learn from the other races that would listen to him, even going as far as learning human languages to better understand their music he enjoyed so much. Soon he found himself receiving training to join up with the special operations Unggoy only a few months before the Fleet would hit their next target, Reach.

The battle for Reach was long and bloody the casualty rate for his squad was rather high giving him the chance for promotions. In return he was able to show his superiors his ability with the fuel rod cannon and the explosives training he received to great effect. Being able to take out emplacements and fortified structures with well-placed shots and explosives with little oversight or orders to do so. Showing once again his fearlessness and proficiency with artillery weapons.

After the battle of reach and his continued service aboard "The Seeker" led him to the most glorious moment of his short life. The ability to gaze upon instillation 04. He didn't see much combat wise during that fight, his team always seemed to be sent to retrieve something but never really engaged in combat other than against the sentinels of the ring. His team was still on "The Seeker of Truth" when the ship master ordered the retreat from the ring and subsequently survived the destruction of the ring, only hearing rumors of monsters and demons from the badly shaken crew members that returned.

Grikgar returned with the ship to High Charity and his team was ultimately transferred to "The Reverence" a CPV-class heavy destroyer. The Unggoy participated in many smaller strike missions aboard the destroyer. Then everything began to change, political upheaval and a civil war that spanned the entire covenant. After that some of the Sangheili that he had fought alongside in many battles had been killed, he joined alongside them to fight with them.

After the end of the war Grikgar was tired, he was almost ten years old now. Most Unggoy would barely make it past their 5th birthday. Still, it would seem that his dedication and loyalty would pay off in the end. The new hierarchy of the swords of Sanghelios hand picked him among only a handful of other Unggoy to receive the rank of Ultra with one Unggoy by the name of Stolt given the rank of Ranger and put in command of Sangheili Rangers. Grikgar is unsure why he was given this rank and why he was eventually sent to a human / covenant team. Politics was never his strong suit, he's just doing what he is told.

[User]
Spartan Lucas Ryker

Admittedly, Lucas hadn't anticipated any issues arising as the team boarded the Pelican and each found seats. As he settled into his own pre-mission flight routine, he pulled his sidearm free of its holster and started to disassemble it in his lap and reassemble it. He proceeded to do this several times over the course of the flight before finally reassembling it one last time and holstering it again before pulling one of his modified energy daggers free and activating it, letting the crimson colored energy hum quietly as he flipped the blade around in his hand.

It was a joint Sangheili and human design that had only been issued to a handful of specialist SPARTAN-IVs with orders to give regular updates on things such as strange fluctuations within the blade, if it cuts out mid-combat, performance against other shielded enemies, such as Sangheili loyal to the Remnant, and other such odds and ends. Sending the regular reports back to the eggheads was somewhat obnoxious, but making the design more stable, and therefore more readily available to the rest of the Swords and Human military, was an important thing to do.

Finishing the usual non-combat observations, he deactivates the blade and stores the hilt and starts filing away the usual report to be sent at mission completion after he'd had a chance to confirm the usual combat effectiveness when the pilots shout "Contacts!" Report filing forgotten, Lucas is already moving between members of the team to make sure their harnesses are secure before swiftly moving and securing himself.

"Fireteam secure, Team Leader!" And not a moment too soon as he felt the Pelican shake from impact. The sound of the Mgalekgolo securing itself in place was startling, but not unexpected given it was too large to actually use the seats in the transport, but it was certainly unorthodox and an issue that they should address before the next mission. Bracing in his seat, the SPARTAN-IV rattled a bit with the rough landing, but other than that was fine and as soon as the ship quit sliding, was unhooked and had the twin SMGs in his hand. Vael'Virisusai made a good point about the issue with the precision weaponry against the Sentinel plating, but then, there was always another option, which admittedly required an answer to his question. "Are we looking at a group of Sentinels or a swarm? If it's a swarm, we may want to just get to the Mammoth and hope it's got enough turrets on it."

[Assistant]
Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu's hands tightened on his seat. If there was any downside to human flight technology, it made Yalu feel the sudden lack of weight as they descended. He recited a mantra courage in his mind that kept his emotions level and cut off for every moment out of his control.

They landed, roughly. They were jostled. The screaming metal ran out of momentum. One second passed before Yalu unbuckled himself in a precise flurry. He pulled his carbine out from his back when he joined the others scanning the exits, but had an idea when Vael gave his orders.

"Noted, commander!" Yalu said, slinking over to the tripod-mounted machine gun secured to the loading ramp. While his comrades-in-arms before Aegis were content to tear such weapons from their swivels, Yalu took the extra second to squat and pull the quick release loose to slide it free. He hefted the three barrelled weapon around to stride heavily towards the door. "Ready."

All Yalu needed was a moment to spin up while the hovering sentinels were distracted.

[User]
Ben-E218

Ben followed the rest of the team as he considered the mammoth. It was a huge vehicle, and the sniper hadn't imagined he'd get to ride in one anytime soon, although he had completed certification for operating one some time ago just in case he had to. Such was typical fare for Spartans; even the IVs had to know how to operate most pieces of equipment in the UNSC.

"Intriguing. Phong, when did they start putting these into service? We could have used this sort of firepower in Beta Aquilae."

"Since 2553. Production of the M510 Mammoth and its variants has been slow due to extensive damage to the UNSC industrial base following the war-"

"Thank you, Phong, that will be all." Large though it was, there was no way it was designed specifically to deal with Forerunner constructs. Humanity had barely come into any meaningful contact with that ancient civilization. Technically, no human had come into contact with them at all, at last to Ben's knowledge. The wealth of information from Forerunner equipment alone was enough to push human technology forward by many decades in a matter of years. Ben was no expert on how long technological advances 'should' take, but something seemed a little bit off about it to him, as if this sort of high-tech grave robbing constituted a form of cheating somehow.

He joined the rest of them on the pelican, a vehicle he had ridden in many times before. He had been attacked in-flight before, and he had even hijacked vehicles in mid-air before. What he hadn't counted on doing was facing a swarm of Forerunner tech, although he had handled a rather more fragile swarm of covenant drones.

[Assistant]
Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Planets Surface

Grikgar loaded onto the pelican with the others and watched as the rest of his gear was taken to the mammoth. The rest of the team seemed tense and quiet, at least the same could be said about the former covenant when they were about to drop into combat. The Unggoy was sure he would find many more similarities before his time was finished with the humans. The seats of the pelican were still just as uncomfortable and his straps didn't work to well with his tank. So he opted to stand within arm's reach of a seat and behind the Lekgolo as the pelican left the human warship.

The rocky decent down towards the surface was actually calming to him. It had been a little while since he was on a combat drop and it was a welcome change no matter who he was flying with. He was going over the mission plan again in his head when an alert pulled him back to reality. Apparently the ancient's constructs did not like the human ships just flying around their space. Hearing what was happening, the Unggoy dug his claws into the floor the best he could while holding onto the leg of the Lekgolo and the chair straps then braced. He felt the pelican take the hit, the steep incline and speed of the drop, then the shaking and rumbling of a crash landing.

He didn't fall or lose his footing, the others around Grikgar seemed ok as well. Performing a quick equipment check and finding everything to be in order. The rest of the team where stacking up and giving out the last bits of advice on their adversary's. The Lekgolo spoke up about going out and drawing fire, a job normally meant for him in any other circumstance. Grikgar would not let it go out alone. Drawing his dual plasma pistols he stacked up behind the hunter and waited for it to push out, "Grik is right behind you."


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Nord
Class: Sword-fighter (Skills: One handed weapons [swords in particular], heavy-armor, and a bit of smithing)

Appearance: Ildrun is five foot seven, she has dark-orange hair usually worn in a ponytail or a bun (especially when she is wearing her helmet), green eyes and light-tan skin. Her eyes are slightly smaller than most peoples, her nose is fairly normal and her lips are a a bit small though her mouth is of a normal size width wise. She has freckles going from her cheeks across her nose. Due to her constantly working on her swordsmanship she is fairly muscular, though with a still obviously feminine build.

Personality: Ildrun is rather quiet and reserved, often only speaking when need be, which makes her seem like she doesn't care. She likes practicing her sword skills and will often go through drills. She has some interest in reading but she isn't very literate and has a hard time with big words. She is also kind and caring, which can be seen in her when someone needs help (whether it is physically or emotionally). In contrast to her caring nature, she is rather easily annoyed and if you are threatening a friend or innocent, you better be ready for a sword coming at your face.

Bio: Ildrun was born in Whiterun on the 20th of Heartfire to Orvar (father) and Betja (mother). She has two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother: Eirsa, her sister, is 28 years old and Frodr is 16 years old. Ildrun was quite the tomboy when growing up, spending much of her time watching the guards or soldiers and play-fighting or actually fighting with other children. Because of her fighting with other children and her quick temper, she was often in trouble with her parents. Her education in her early years was fairly basic, learning basic reading. writing and math skills, and she never really went beyond that in her later life.

As she grew Ildrun only became more restless, and as soon as she was able to hold a sword she began to practice swordsmanship with her uncle, who had been in the Imperial army. So her uncle taught her much of what she knew of sword-fighting, and he taught her some smithing so that she could keep her equipment in repair. He often emphasized the importance of keeping clean equipment and practicing drills. It was during this time that she got her nickname, "Freyar", due to her love of fighting. Soon she became even more restless and would often announce to her family that she was going to join the army, only to have second thoughts as they begged her to stay a little while longer, and so this went on for years, and the only things Ildrun killed with her sword were small pests. But then the day finally came when Ildrun would leave for good. When the Dovahkin died the seed was first planted, and the incursion of the Dragons only made her desire to do something stronger, and her family was preparing to leave soon. So finally Ildrun decided that this was the day. So she went to her father and mother announcing that she would go to Ivarstead to join the Dovahfeyn. Her parents begged her to come with them to leave Skyrim, but Ildrun was adamant in her decision this time and when they saw they could not sway her from this course of action they started preparing things for her journey. As they prepared her rations, clothing and shelter her uncle took her to get outfitted with armor. Her family was sad to see her go when she was finally ready to leave, and gave her all the advice worried family members would.

Equipment: Ildrun has a steel sword and steel armor, she also has a backpack with stuff for traveling, like dried food, a bedroll and such.

[User]
"Do my eyes deceive me?" ...

-- Faire was pacing about the camp, waiting for the antagonizing long period it took for this large hunting party to pack up and head out. If it were her alone, she'd already be a few miles down the road, but she knew how long it took to move larger parties like this so it didn't bother her much. All that pacing helped keep her at ease.

During her frantic pacing, a newcomer had arrived but Faire did not particularly care to met someone new, especially considering that most of this party will be charred ash in a few weeks. But as she ignored the conversations behind her, a sudden exclamation of interest and a thump of someone falling to their knees halted Faire out of her thoughts and her pacing. --

As soon as Faire turned, full face, to witness an Altmer on his knees, she knew what was going to happen.

Faire stood there, her confused gaze unwavering, as she recounted the Altmer's line over and over again. The moment it had actually sunk in, Faire could feel her face warming up to uncomfortable levels of embarrassment. It was made worse as she finally took her eyes off the kneeling Altmer and glanced around the camp. Everybody had stopped and they were now witnessing this happening. It was a good thing Faire's face was hidden because her face, especially her cheeks, had turned from a pale coloring to cherry red.

"I..uh...t-thanks." She said hastily under her breath. Her thoughts raced a million per minute! Had this Altmer no shame? What else could she say? And worst of all, d-did she actually enjoy that corny pick-up line? There was something to say about romance, and Faire was a diehard romantic at one time. Hearing the cheesiest of poems, lines, songs, and seductions attempt was a bit of a comedic past time for the old Faire. It was hysterical to hear what people could come up with and she had to admit, she did actually love the gestures of flowers that came with those attempts.

But the old Faire was buried somewhere and she hasn't been unearthed for thousands of years. She wasn't laughing and felt rather flustered, but a kindling of enjoyment could be felt. Thankfully Faire wasn't left in her turmoil as Nikos came and rescued her from the very daring Altmer.

---

Kynesgrove couldn't come any sooner. Most of Faire's traveling was done away from the group. She hung around the perimeter, just within visible range of the rest of the group. More of an excuse to not be a part of the camaraderie than to keep the group safe. For the most part, Faire was left alone as she did her best to keep herself away but she spoke a few words to the group. Most of it was providing a briefing on what exactly was a dragon and recalling her own accounts of encounters. In her day, they weren't outright hostile as there had been agreements made on both sides, but she saw one dragon go rogue and tried to recall as much information as possible. Since Nikos seemed to the leader, Faire shared with him most of that information. She also talked a bit to the Altmer the day of his very embarrassing pick-up line. Faire was heard to even give a very slight chuckle during the conversation, likely another pick-up line.

Seeing as her identity was still mostly a secret, she did not actually enter Kynesgrove and instead wandered the perimeter. The night before they reached Kynesgrove, Faire requested that Nikos make sure her identity remains a secret as she does not want it to become public knowledge for her own safety. She also told him, "You need not search for me during your stay at Kynesgrove, I'll be there when the dragon arrives." Intending to keep her promise for a favor and use that to bargain for a favor of her own.

[Assistant]
Valerion Draviis

The night went incredibly quick after dinner was served, it was expertly cooked and prepared by Rawlith, as he collected his part of the elk; which was a prime cut based on the fact that it was his kill, Valerion went back to his rock and removed his helmet.
Placing it at his feet he began rifling through his belongings and pulled out a very fine Port, and had a few sips of it whilst he ate.
The night itself was becoming quite cold, the night sky was very clear with not a single cloud insulating the area meaning that it was to be a very cold night, and likely a cold morning with frost, a common occurrence in Skyrim, admittedly but around the Volcanic vents and the local area it was slightly more uncommon, the natural heat sources would be a welcome relief to the others, Valerion did not doubt this.

The night quickly passed, the fire reduced to smoking embers and the rest of the party were all asleep, Valerion could not though... Sleep was rare for him now even the relief it brought was a mere dwindling source of mortality that had remained with him through his very long life, in a few centuries he doubted he'd ever have to sleep again.
So he simply sat there on the rock of his, perched like a bird of prey his hands resting on the hilt of his blade ready to strike down anything that dared attack the camp.

The dawn soon came and it revived Valerion from his watch and he merely observed as the rest of the camp slowly stirred and started moving around, Delphine, whom was almost a ghost in relation to the rest of the group came over with a strange look on her face, one could almost mistake it for concern.

"Did you get any sleep? I thought there was meant to be a rota for who watched over the camp at night?"

Valerion simply stood from his spot and started getting the warmth in his bones again, they were almost locked in place from his non movement in the cold for so long.
"It's fine, sleep and I don't cross paths much anymore."

It was after this that Niko came over and asked for the elfs bow, Valerion handed it over with out so much as a word. He watched as Niko gave back to the snow elf, as well as her dagger and quiver of arrows.
The look on her face didn't reveal much but he could tell she hated Niko; although, that being said she may hate everyone here and had even more of a reason to hate Valerion, he being moments away from ending her life last night.

Just before the camp was nearly packed away and everyone getting ready to move out a call sounded over from the west, along the path they had came from Ivarstead.
It was from a Altmer, by the looks of it, he was on a horse and asking if the group was called DovahFeyn, and if so, could he join them.
but that wasn't the interesting part...
What caught Valerions attention was that very very specific attire that he was wearing, it unmistakably being that of the Aldemri dominion, Valerion remembered the first two dominions back in the second era, filled with pompous elves that had superiority complexes, both dominions were shattered into pieces and the leaders killed, especially after the first one which caused much strife in High rock.
Valerion had little doubt that the same would befall the third dominion too... within time.

Taking note of the others he could easily tell that Leo and Roze were not fond of him, he had little doubt the others wouldn't be either, but at the current situation and moment in time allegiances mattered little in the face of the dragon threat, the last thing they needed to be was at each others throats.

It was then that the Altmer decided to make a spectacle of himself, coming out with a line that would only be found in romance novels written by drunks.
Valerion shook his head and muttered "Brilliant... a second Leonidas... just what we need."
Leo caught this comment and smiled followed with a snort; saying "At least I have class about it."

The time was to move out now, Kynesgrove being their destination.

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The journey was fairly short, with the odd discussion here and there but for the most part silence prevailed, although Valerion did notice that Rawlith and Roze were spending some time together away from the group at night, this created a slight suspicion in Valerions mind, but really he didn't care where they were doing.
The high point of the journey was when they passed Witchmist grove, a place where a witch's thought to cast fireballs at them, they were quite quickly dealt with and Valerion was tempted to take a soul from one of them but he could wait to Kynesgrove as he still had a few days to go before the signs started.

Kynesgrove itself was now just in front of them, the moment in which a dragon fight was nearly upon the party, and the moment where he would consume a Dragons soul...
Valerion hadn't been able to sit still the past few days in anticipation, but he felt the need to start talking with the party now, and start forming some bonds, he'd need to learn their fighting styles before the dragon fight so he'd know how to best utilise them when the time arisen.

"Kynesgrove" Valerion stated

"We're finally here..."

Turning around and looking at the group Valerion stated to them "It's about time we learnt how we all fight before we throw ourselves against the kin of Akatosh, so... who's up for a sparring session?"


[System]
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"Those who do not move, do not notice their chains." ― Rosa Luxemburg

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The Personal Details
|| FULL BIRTH-GIVEN NAME ||
"Kolton Favreau, at your service."
|| NICKNAME ||
"Kol. I've never really gone by any other nicknames.."
|| DISTRICT NAME RELATION ||
"First name's pretty obvious. As for my last name, it means 'blacksmith'.. which is what my family is known for. At least my father's side is."
|| PHYSICAL DEFINITION ||
"Open your eyes, you Capitol freak! I'm a guy."
|| SEXUAL ORIENTATION ||
"Strictly heterosexual."
|| YEARS SINCE BIRTH ||
"It's been seventeen long, miserable years here in 12."
|| THEME SONG ||
I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik

They can't tell me who to be
Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleeping
While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies
That I'll never believe.

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
We want to hold on and feel I belong
And how can they say I'll never change
They're the ones that stay the same
I'm the one now
Cause I'm still here

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The Gory Details
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+ Observent
+ Intelligent
+ Optimistic
+ Honest
+ Trusting / Trustworthy
+ Loyal
+ Selfless
+ Humble
+- Sarcastic
- Quarrelsome
- Anxious
- Self-Loathing
- Low Self-Confidence
|| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ||
Kol stands at a sturdy 6'3" and weighs a light 165lbs with a nicely toned frame. Dark hair and even darker blue eyes to go with, which are really brought out by his lighter skin tone. Working in the mineshaft not only gave him the tone, but it also kept him from getting too much sun, as well. Kol manages to keep himself clean for the most part, except the days he works in the mines. When he isn't working in the mines, he cleans himself up and dresses as sharp as is possible in 12 when he helps his mother out in their family hospice.
|| BENEATH ALL THE CLOTHING AND DIRT ||
Kol has a single tattoo on his right arm. It's just two thick bands that wrap around his entire bicep. He says there's no real meaning behind it, he just liked the idea of it. He also has major burns that cover a majority of his right hand and under-side of the lower forearm from a housefire in his childhood.
|| DISTRICT NUMBER ||
"Proudly from District 12."
|| DISTRICT CAREER ||
"Officially a Coal miner, but I also help part-time as a sort of Medic."
|| DISTRICT TOKEN ||
"I've brought a necklace that my father gave me when I was young. It's a crystal jammed up inside of a bullet that he'd found, the crystal he found down in the mines and didn't show to his supervisor. He kept it till he found a use for it.. he decided to give it to me on my 10th birthday. I've had it ever since."

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The Important Details
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
"Got a small family. Grandparents both died a couple years back. First grandma, then grandpa the week following."
→ Beckett Favreau ✦ 42-years-old ✦ Father
→ Devilline Favreau ✦ 37-years-old ✦ Mother
→ Geordon "Geordie" Favreau ✦ 15-years-old ✦ Brother
|| FURRY FAMILY ||
"Timber Wolves I saved when they were pups. Once they got too big to stay indoors, I set them free in the forest and trained them to hunt for themselves. I still go into the woods every now and again to visit them, but for the most part, we each leave each other to our own lives. Roan being the lonely bachelor, and Shadow now having pups of her own deeper in the forest than I like to travel. They're good pups. They'll always be mine."
Roan & Shadow
|| PARTNER IN CRIME ||
"Well, not exactly a partner.. more like me rescuing him from the crimes he gets into. My younger brother. He's 15. I've taken beatings from the PK's so he didn't have to. Family means everything to me. As far as good friends go, Silver is about as good as they come. She and I have been close since we were younglings."
|| SOMEONE SPECIAL BACK HOME ||
"Not exactly, no."

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The Hidden-Beneath-The-Surface Details
|| WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH THESE? ||
"I mean, I can swing a pickaxe pretty well, hoist heavy objects to and fro.. Don't exactly have an advantage in weapons training like the Career Districts do."
|| SKILLS MY FATHER SEEMS TO THINK I LACK ||
"I can doctor up any wound. Not really much else that I can do, besides being able to to start a fire and am able to cook just about anything and make it taste at least tolerable, haha."
|| BLOOD TYPE ||
AB+
|| DOMINANT HAND ||
"I can utilize both hands, but I'm more dominant with my left. As I said, though, I'm ambidextrous."

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The Known Details
|| "MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR" ||
"No, no. Don't say that shit. The odds are never in our favor, even if we don't take tessera from the Keepers.. the games are rigged.
 I'd bet my life on it. And hey, maybe I won't have to if I'm as worthless as my father believes me to be."
|| WHAT HAPPENED..? ||
"I was naturally reaped. I mean, how couldn't have I been? My name was in the pot 53 times."
|| FEARS / PHOBIAS ||
→ Pyrophobia - Fear of fire - More so on a larger scale than a simple campfire or stove-top fire. Implanted after childhood housefire.
→ Taphophobia - Fear of being buried alive - Ironically so, being a miner
→ Atychiphobia- Fear of failure - Something my dad has kind of
→ Merinthophobia- Fear of being bound or tied up - Honestly don't know how I got this one, but I found out when a Peace Keeper put handcuffs on me, once.
→ Paralipophobia- Fear of neglecting duty or responsibility

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[User]
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Kolton sat there still lost in his thoughts of the lake and the forest that surrounded it. His pups came to mind, then. Warm, furry bodies brushing against him in loving gestures. An occasional lick and a bearing of teeth between the two, one wanting the brute of their "daddy's" attention. Their coarse fur and the wild scent of it was enough to call home, but suddenly the smell faded and Kolton's eyes flew open. When had he closed his eyes..? He was.. wait a minute, when did he get out of the tub? He was being rubbed down with a towel, which made him turn bright red before snatching it out of their hands to finish off the job while being sure to cover his... valuables.

As he did so, he noted just how cold it felt in the room to have no hair on ... well, any part of his body. With a bit of a draft in the room and no apparent set of clothes out for Kolton to wear as his dress clothes had vanished, he wrapped the towel tightly around his waist. Kol looked over at the two stylists, feeling confident enough that he'd secured his towel tight enough, he crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke up.

"So, since we're going to be spending quite a bit of time together, I think it's only fair that I know each of your names. I know you already know mine. It's quite famous, nowadays, I hear." He smirked slightly, looking back and forth between the two, waiting for an answer. It was the girl who spoke up first.

"Octavia," she walked over to Kol, taking a comb to his hair. What little he had left, anyway. There wasn't much you could do to style it with what bit of length there was. She had avoided eye contact the entire time since they first laid eyes on each other, but as she backed away from him, she stared directly into his eyes. It was almost enough to wipe the smirk from his face that he'd been holding there on his lips. "And that over there," she motioned with the comb over her shoulder to the guy standing off at the other end of the room dumping the soiled cloths and other items they'd used to clean him up. "That's Ammon." ...'Ah-mone'. Alright. Simple enough. Kolton nodded and waved a hand at Ammon from among his twisted arms, looking back to Octavia.

"Well, I'm glad we got that out of the way." Kolton took a deep breath, and as he was about to say something else, Ammon interrupted.

"Octavia, we really must be going. We're already a bit behind." Octavia had turned to gaze over her shoulder at the call of her name and nodded in agreement. She turned back to Kol and reached out, grabbing his shoulder. "Come. We need to move on to the next room." Kolton looked down at his towel, then back up at the two of them with a bewildered look as if to ask if that was all he was being given to wear for an extended time. Reluctantly, he followed by Octavia's side as she led him up to the door where Ammon stood to open it for both of them. Kol wandered through the doors as he rubbed a hand over the top of his head to the back of his neck, looking around the room when he suddenly laid eyes on Silver, waiting in the room with her own two stylists. His heart stopped. He quickly grabbed at the place of his towel where it held itself together, making sure it wasn't going to unravel at any given moment. Kol tried to play off his embarrassment and awkwardness.

"So, I see you're still alive, then?" He wandered over to Silver and gave her a loving side-hug, feeling a bit too awkward to give her a straight-on one, keeping his eyes above her shoulders.

[Assistant]
Silver Galloway

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Silver stood as the two stylists continued to gently clean and dry off her body one of them a red haired woman was making sure that everything looked perfect. "So maybe we should share our names huh? Silver Galloway." She introduced herself as she briefly made eyecontact with the woman cleaning off the rest of the odds and ends of her. "Sapphire." She simply said as she then started to comb through her hair, eyeing it up and down for awhile. There was so many things that they could do with it, but it would be really up to the head stylist for Silver and Kolton. A much younger man was finishing up cleaning the rest of the room dumping what little hair that they were told to cut off. "I'm Shamus." He said giving her a friendly smile.

For Capitol people they didn't really wear that much makeup or really weird hairstyles that she and Kolton have seen when they first got off of the train. When they were done Silver looked up when she saw Kolton, and quickly snatched up a towel and wrapped it around her body to make sure that he didn't see her fully naked. Silver was bright red hoping that he didn't see her, and shyly returned the hug and smiled, feeling her heart skipping a beat at his touch and smiled softly.

"I don't think that the people would like it that we died days before the Games started." Silver said jokingly as she let go of the hug, her eyes meeting Kolton's. He was really cute and attractive she just wished that neither of them were reaped into the Games, and they could actually maybe have a relationship back home. "Well time for us to take you to the lead stylist for the both of you." Sapphire said smiling at the two love birds before heading out of the room motioning for the two to follow.

Silver held one hand over the towel that was covering up her body and quickly reached over to hold Kolton's hand for comfort looking up at him, before resting her head up against Kolton's shoulder. The last several days she had just been scared in general and felt truly comfortable around Kolton since they left District 12. "So how was the torture?" Silver asked jokingly.


[System]
Appearance/Image:

Without wold ears of course
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Height/Weight: 5'8 / 130 lbs

Personality: Aoi keeps a smile on her face at all times, always seeming happy to be around everyone, but there is a reason that the guilt-ridden Longinus chose her as his master. Deep down she feels guilty about one specific event from her past and it's constantly eating at her.

Character Alignment: Neutral Good

Class Affinity: Lancer

Background:
Aoi grew up in a short lineage of mages, their ancestors only learning magic a handful of generations previously. Due to this, the strength behind her spells isn't as powerful nor does she have knowledge in a wide variety. What she does know though is how to use what little she knows effectively and efficiently. While none of her spells are directly lethal, she was taught from a young age how to use them in combat situations, regardless if it's for defense or offense.

However, that doesn't mean she enjoys using her magic or fighting in general. In fact, several years ago during combat training with her younger sister, she accidentally blinded her permanently. It's Aoi's biggest regret, knowing that she took away someone's senses, especially someone she felt so close with. Even after all this time, she hasn't forgiven her actions that day, even if her younger sibling already has.

Position: Director of School Events

Known Magic (If Any): Light

Special Talents/Hobbies: She enjoys experimenting with the different spells she knows to see what other things she can do with her light magic.

Ambition: To wish for her sister's sight back.

Longinus; Lawful Good Lancer
STR: C(B), AGI: C(B), END: D(C), MANA: E(D), LUK: D(C), NP: A(EX)

Noble Phantasm:
- Spear of Destiny: The spearhead of Longinus' weapon is still stained with the blood of Jesus, even after all this time. When it's true name is spoken, it becomes capable of piercing through any obstacle that stands in it's path, including but not limited to concrete, metal, armor, and magical barriers though he can still miss his target if he's too inaccurate or they are capable of dodging out of the way. It also permanently removes a servant's divinity, making them decrease to that of a human servant.

This is an Anti-Unit/Anti-Divine Noble Phantasm that Targets: 1 person.

-Pure Eyes of Faith: The ability to see that which cannot normally be seen. They are similar to Mystic Eyes, but differ in that Pure Eyes are like inheriting fate or destiny rather than inheriting a genetic trait. They can only be inherited by "humans" with high spiritual power and they are an ability saints may often possess. Longinus' is colored white, giving him the appearance of one who is blind when in fact he can see better than almost anyone.

This is an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm that Targets: 1-100 person(s).

Include: The user gains the armor and spear of Longinus.

Install: Grants his Noble Phantasms, Skills, Parameters, and the weapons of Longinus.

Install Skills:
- God Slayer D(D+): For having been the one who inflicted the final wound to Jesus Christ, he has been granted the skill of God Slayer, though because he was weakened and already near death the skill isn't as powerful.

- Protection of the Faith B-(B): As it was all a part of God's plan, Jesus forgave Longinus for all of his past misdeeds, protecting him so the ex-soldier could spread the gospel.

- Magic Resistance C(B+): An automatically assigned skill for being apart of the Lancer class.

- Divinity E(E): As seen with David, Saint Martha, and other Christian saints, Longinus receives a small rank of divinity for his worship among some sects of Christianity. However, while Jesus may have forgiven him, not all of his followers did so. This controversial rank of Saint has lead to an ever lower rank of Divinity.

- Clairvoyance C-(C): It is said that before stabbing Christ with his spear, Longinus had been weak-sighted, but when blood flowed out from Jesus' body, it had fallen upon his face and cleared him of his vision problems. In fact, it made his vision superior to the normal human, granting him Pure Eyes of Faith.

Install Appearance: Longinus' armor is a modified set of a low ranking Roman soldier, with all of its imperial iconography stripped and replaced with crosses to show respect to the messiah who had sacrificed himself for humanity. What was once a normal Roman spear was also transformed by Jesus' blood, transforming it to a more ornate and deadly weapon. Finally, when installed, the user's eyes also turn white, similar to how a blind person would appear.

Servant Biography:
Longinus was a low ranking Roman soldier who had never even seen combat during his service in the legion. He had been tasked with keeping the peace in the city of Jerusalem, at best dispersing crowds of Jews when they became rowdy over their prophet's newest miraculous act. He knew that it was all a sham and that soon this Jesus of Nazareth would be revealed to be the charlatan that he and his legionaries new him to be.

However, when the day came that Jesus was finally caught and charged for his crimes against the Empire, Longinus experienced a tightness in his chest. This was wrong. It wasn't a trial, it was an execution. His punishment more severe than anyone else would experience for committing the same crimes. Seeing this martyr struggle up the hill, bleeding and suffering, the Roman soldier could barely hold back his tears.

The next nine hours, Longinus would watch over Jesus and his grieving disciples before finally realizing that there was only one way to end this man's suffering. After his friends and family had given their goodbyes, the spearman approached the dying son of God and impaled him in the side, finally ending his torment.

Abandoning the Roman army, Longinus would spend the remaining years of his life repenting for his sins, spreading tales and scripture of the man who's life he had ended. Some paint him as a saint while others regard him as merely a pawn of Emperor Tiberius.

Servant Personality:
While his master may hide her regret behind a false smile, Longinus does the opposite. He does not hide his remorse and sorrow, his every action intended to bring him one step closer to the unachievable goal of being able to see himself as worthy to finally join his lord in Heaven. His only obstacle is himself.
Theme:

[User]
Start of a journey
A flash of light tore through the dark tunnel as a speeding train came through faster and faster without stop. It was clear something was wrong as it started to tip to its side as the cars started to collide with each other all the while. It was clearly a disaster but this was only the beginning. All across the city, various disasters were reported. The fire started to spread across the city all the while seemingly overtaking the city. All the while soldiers dressed in Chinese garb was slowly making its way towards Fudomine high.

All the while the student council which was forced to stay behind due to a festival which was forced upon them by the school board. Kuremi who at the circular table sighed as she leaned back on her overly large chair her feet propped up on the table. Waiting for the others to arrive. All of them unaware of the approaching men that were coming towards the school at a steady pace. Their blue garb striking in its uniformity as they marched in sync as they approached the building which was coming to sight. Looking at the clock on the wall it the others would be arriving soon as she waited for the others to arrive as she took her feet of the table and started to spin in her chair.

[Assistant]
It was -- with a stifled yawn -- that Fudomine Academy's newest Librarian Aide, Margaret Gertrude Karp (better known as Maggie) set to shelving the last book on her cart: 'Lying Hearts and Dragon's Fire,' the title read. Holding it, she read the summary, "First-sight romance and hasty lies, burning up two hearts, awakens a vengeful dragon in the soul of a desperate princess, and sends a foolish priest on a fearful race for survival." Maggie rolled her eyes, and shelved the book; she didn't have time for such farces of fancy.

Maggie didn't believe in love -- especially at first sight. It was simply beyond her, since the things she'd loved the most were ripped cleanly, yet sloppily, away from her at a young age; this level of allowing herself to simply trust was an immense hurdle to pass, in and of itself. Sighing, she pushed the book out of her thoughts, and wheeled the cart to the backroom; she needed to finish up her duties, and press on.

Looking to the Librarian, she offered a nervously polite bow, as she proclaimed, "I've finished all my tasks, Hotsuin-sensei," she says. "If you don't need me, I'll be heading off." Looking over, the rather extravagant looking woman just gave her a dismissive smile, as she was face stuffed with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Maggie didn't question it, but she hurried took her bag.

Surely, Kuremi-senpai was getting impatient with her absent Treasurer -- but, it wasn't her fault that she was also the Librarian Aide, and she had a prior commitment in that. Still, she hurried...

...smashing into him.
 Maggie's entire world flipped, as she took in, unknown to her, a fellow colleague upon the Student Council. For a moment, her breath held, hostage in her throat, as she stared at him; eyes wide, mouth gaping, heart pounding. Habitual panic started to gnaw at her, as he radiated danger unknown -- not threat, not death, but affection. In a single instant, the concept of "soulmates" clicked with her.

And, she didn't even know his name.

However, she knew to run.

Thus, she ran for the Student Council Room...

[User]
...Oh right. Today was Dad's birthday." A young man thought to himself, looking out the window of the classroom he was cleaning. The rest of the people on cleaning duty had long since left, leaving the Vice-President alone in the room. He always insisted on being last to leave anyways, since he had Student Council after regular classes. Walking over to the window, he placed his hand against and looked out over the city, eyes narrowing as he saw smoke in the distance. "...Fire? Was there an accident?" he pondered, questions directed to nobody going nowhere fast.

Finishing up in that room, his footsteps echoed through the relatively empty halls as he cast his gaze up to the ceiling. Today, just like any other, he'd hold out hope that his father would return out of nowhere, to say that he'd missed him so much, and apologize for all the time lost. But...this was reality, he reminded himself, only to deny even that fact of life. It was at the point now that he scarcely remembered what his father looked like, save for when he looked at the photograph he had in his wallet, the constant reminder of his hope and delusions. Keeping his head turned up, he had no time to react as a certain crimson-curled-comet slammed into him, knocking him onto his side.

Completely caught off guard, he was shocked as he looked up to see a girl...awfully surprised at just how lost he'd been. Before he could offer an apology upon standing, she ran away immediately. That was...odd. He felt guilty though, having not paid attention in the hall. Thinking back on it, her red hair definitely stood out...she was the Student Council Treasurer, right? Well, he'd have a chance to apologize, since he imagined she was going to the meeting as well.

Sliding open the door, he said: "Noboru Maki, present. Sorry I'm late Prez, cleaning ran a little long." he said, watching the President spin around in her chair. Wordlessly taking a seat, Noboru looked to Maggie and scratched the back of his head. "About the hallway thing...sorry about that. I was spacing out, was all," he said with a small smile on his face. "So Prez, what are we planning to do for the festival? Can't believe they pulled this on us last minute..."

[Assistant]
Please leave me alone.

"And then I heard that the two of them..."

I don't care.

"But out of nowhere, this cop shows up and..."

I'm late. Please just let me leave.

"So after all this, he took her back to his place..."

Just stop. I don't care about your stupid gossip. I just want to be by myself.

"And that's why she didn't show up for school today."

"Man, I would have never guessed she'd get into that kind of trouble, Hana. Listen though, I've got a student council meeting to go to right now so how about we continue this tomorrow?"

"No need, I can just call you later tonight."

"Great. Talk to you then."

As Aoi walked away from her "friend" she could hear Hana begin spreading more hurtful rumors to another group of girls, and she wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she was pretty sure that Hana mentioned her name as well. She wasn't surprised. Aoi was used to this sort of treatment, but like all of her other life problems, she ignored it with a smile. Why bother making a big deal about it? She should just focus on getting to the meeting. Definitely not think about whatever hurtful stuff Hana is saying behind her back.

The girl let out a sigh, giving herself just one opportunity to express her actual hidden feelings before forcing on a bright smile and opening the door to the student council. "Sorry I'm late, I got held up by foot traffic. I didn't miss anything did I?"


[System]
~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

[User]
Victoria understood where Vail was coming from. But she was also headstrong and he wasn't her husband to make decisions for her, even if they came from a good place and with love. She barely knew the Moncouriers to send them in her stead, even if they were kind of family, she couldn't trust Francois because of what he put her mother through, though they had since reconciled due to the situation. She did not expect Vail to like or agree with her idea so when she met his gaze, there was only disappointment in her eyes. Not with Vail but her own weaknesses standing in the way of her doing what she wanted.

"I understand that Vail, but they risked their lives to get us out of there alive." Although ironically, she was dead at the time. "I cannot simply wait around and do nothing." She was clearly upset and emotional about the situation by the way her eyes welled up with tears.

"I'll go alone." James stepped forward and offered to go for her. "Vail is right, you're too fragile right now. You need to adjust to your new senses and get any bloodlust under control." He pointed out. "I only just fund you, sister. I do not wish to lose you already."

Victoria winced at James. "And I don't want you to face the Wynters by yourself. Look at what one of them did to the Hygraces." She gestured to Peter's devastated form. "And you do not know London like we do."

"Perhaps Lady Macey could be my guide then?" He suggested and turned to Sylvie. "She seems to be getting around undetected." He made a valid point and Victoria hesitated. She looked over to Vail for his opinion, since Sylvie was his friend and (ex-fiancé technically) and he was pretty much the head of the Hygrace clan right now with Peter out of commission and Katherine too focused on him. He could not speak for the Moncouriers or Crests but his decisions could override everyone else's purely because he was the strongest vampire in the room.

[Assistant]
Vail had tried to be diplomatic for the sake of avoiding a conflict in front of his relatives, but it seemed like Victoria was either unaware of how difficult her adjustment could be or genuinely didn't care about the dangers of it. He studied her determined face quietly. Even though she was no longer human, it seemed like it was going to take time for her to lose her mortal mindset. Humans often rushed into situations without thinking through every detail, acutely aware of their race against the time and anxious to make use of every second they had. They were a fast-paced species because of their short lifespans. They didn't have the luxury of waiting and planning and moving forward with a level head like his kind did.

Meanwhile, vampires were often much more patient and pragmatic. It was the reason why the Wynters had managed to levy themselves into a position of power so quickly. They had been biding their time for generations, waiting until the opportune moment to strike. The birth of Victoria, whose blood was like the nectar of the gods to their people, was the opportunity they had been seeking for over a century. Now, that advantage had been stolen away from them, but the rival clan was still years ahead of them in terms of strategizing. If Victoria rushed into England blindly, with little to no control over herself as a fledgling, she was going to get herself killed.

Fortunately, her half-brother proposed an alternative solution that both kept her safe and satisfied her desire to not waste any time. He relaxed and shot the other man a grateful look, appreciative that the burden of convincing Victoria to remain in Scotland had been lifted from his shoulders.

"The Wynters have no idea that I'm in communication with the Hygraces, so they don't pay close attention to my movements," Sylvia explained the reason why she was able to travel freely. "My family has yet to submit to them, but my father hasn't spoken out either. Remaining neutral has worked to our benefit for the time being. Until the Wynters demand out loyalty, they leave us alone. However," she smiled at the halfbreed. "I do know London like the back of my hand and would be happy to guide you if you. I'll be leaving this place in the morning, and you're welcome to come with me to look for those two humans."

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Victoria would feel better if James went with Sylvia who knew the town and that the Wynters did not suspect her movements yet. She seemed satiated with that answer and relented with a nod at both Sylvie and her brother. "Very well. Maybe that is the best chance we have." Thinking back to the moment she and Vail met Ray in the alleyway whom thought she was in need of rescuing from Vail when she had lured him out on purpose and the three injured each other. They had come a long way since then and Ray had helped her escape Gerald's mad plans and the diabolical Spencer. If it weren't for him, she and Vail wouldn't have even seen each other. He helped the couple to be as close as they were now. As if he were cupid. She felt as though she owed Ray and felt obliged to help him if he were in trouble.

"Then it's settled. We ride out at first light. Perhaps we can obtain more intel on the Wynters' movements." James concurred with a charming smile to ease Victoria's anxiety. The Lady Crest conceded to her brother's plan. James shot a wink at Vail as Victoria looked away. It was his job to protect his little sister. He knew Vail was grateful for his assistance in keeping her from harms way. He saw the way Vail was so worried over her lifeless body, pining for her to wake up. Despite all the odds, Victoria came back to him. Their love must have been strong to allow such a miracle.

"Then there is little else we can do but to celebrate the return of our chere Victoria and dine together as a united clan. Let us enjoy each other's company before we bid my son and Lady Macey a temporary farewell. Diana's sister has prepared a feast that would even satisfy a vampire." Francois suggested as Victoria eyed him over. Was he trying to play the doting stepfather now?

"I trust everyone is well enough fed to compose themselves around Victoria's mortal family?" Francois took a patriarchal role on behalf of the Crests. "Lady and Lord Hygrace you are welcome to join us if you feel up to it." He extended the invitation to Vail's parents, though he doubted they would join them and pretend to play happy families with the Moncourier-Crest clan, where one of their offspring was a half breed and the other one was a turned mortal. Whether they liked it or not Vail chose Victoria and wanted to be with her. If he was serious about it then one day she would be his wife and they would have to accept it.

Francois led the way back to Victoria's aunts manor house. James offered his arm to Sylvie to escort her to dinner.

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Vail nodded, "Please be sure to tell us if you come across anything at all." He was mildly concerned about James' and Sylvia's safety while they ran espionage for the Hygraces and the Moncouriers, but it was inarguably the best solution for everyone involved. His old friend knew the area well and could travel about without raising suspicion, and James was youthful and eager to help her. The two of them would make a capable pair both to find Ray and Gerald—assuming the humans were still alive—and to learn a little more about what the Wynters were doing in London. Any information that they could gain at all would be helpful to everyone in their efforts to stop the rival clan from starting a war that could quite possibly ruin relations between humans and vampires for a millennia.

Francois's suggestion of joining Diana's family for dinner appealed to Vail even more strongly. He turned to the leader of the Moncourier clan with an idle nod when the elder vampire queried about whether the rest of them had fed recently enough to keep their composure around their human hosts. It had been a week since he'd last drank any blood, but he was still getting by on the enormous dose he'd had when he'd drained Victoria. He had a mild craving for the excess iron in her blood specifically, something that no longer existed now that she'd been turned, but he wasn't yet hungry for the flow in a regular mortal. He felt sure that he could last at least a few more days before he really felt the urge to go hunting.

The rest of the Hygraces were in good condition as well. Katherine had been making sure that all of her nieces and nephews satisfied their bloodlust regularly out of courtesy for the people that were risking their own lives by harboring them. The Crests were the Hygrace clan's only hope for refuge until they could return to England, so it would have been problematic if any of the vampires attacked even a servant on the estate. Out of all of them, Peter was the only one who was too unstable to even be near a human. Surviving on the blood of captured rabbits and other small woodland creatures that were brought to him regularly, it was likely that he would snap at the faintest whiff of mortal blood.

So, when Francois extended his invitation to the married leaders, Katherine smiled politely and shook her head, "Thank you, but I will stay here with Peter."

Since they were remaining behind, Vail bade his parents farewell and took Victoria by the hand again as they went with the rest of the group back to the manor to eat. "Are you feeling hungry at all?" he asked her curiously, watching as Sylvia smiled brightly at James when he offered her his arm. Even though they ate regular food too, hunger pangs were, to vampires, a sign that they needed to feed on blood, and he wasn't sure how long it would take before the Crest heiress would need to hunt for the first time. If she was developing an appetite, it would be best for them to keep some distance from her human relatives at dinner.


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ABSTRACT: A painfully creative young woman that has a tendency to get along better with inanimate objects and materials than people.

APPEARANCE: Twenty-three years old, 5'8''. Pale with thick,short, wavy black hair that just touches her jawline. Dark eyes and a lean physique. Scars along her fingers and hands.

DETAIL:
History: Currently, she helps out at her Father's shop and maintains her own on the side. Lee works with precious stones and gems for the most part, polishing, cutting them and engraving them. She's very good with her hands, using her skills for a variety of jobs that range from decorating the hilts of weapons to cutting the smallest gems for jewelry. Her own shop has more to do with the art she creates with paints and her thread, trinkets she makes out of colored glass and sits out for people to see.
She rarely goes outside but if she does she tends to either spend the time alone of with her two younger twin brothers and teaching them about their surroundings or collecting materials for her new project. Her father is almost always busy and her mother passed away of an illness shortly after the twins were born, so she takes on the maternal role in their home.

Personality: Lee isn't against being with others or conversing with them but she is soft-spoken and worries too much about what people may think of her. She prefers to stay in her or her father's shop, singing to herself as she works through the day. While she's a hard worker she doesn't mind to throw the occasional afternoon away to just laze around under the warm sun. She's caring and fairly intelligent, but can be very protective when it comes to her family.

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It wasn't long after she joined Blank on the high bluff above the meeting point that Nikki spotted a distinctive glider. Eli, flubbing the landing as usual. "C'mon, we should get down there," she told Blank, but the young man outright refused. The cliff was a perfectly good launching place, and it didn't have all those people. She pouted but to no avail. "Well, fine, you stay up here if you really want to. I don't want to miss it if there's an announcement or something. But you better not go too far without me, got it?"

With that, the excitable woman pulled out her glider and opened it, plunging off the edge of the bluff and sweeping downwards toward where the crowd waited. She aimed for Eli -- the younger boy would doubtless gravitate toward Blin and Rahna, if she'd missed their arrival. A grin spread across her face as she noted where her shadow lay -- approaching her friend, it trailed behind. Perfect if she wanted to give him a scare -- and why not? Nikki chuckled to herself and changed her angle, dropping down a few yards earlier than her initial intention. The rest of the distance she covered in a quiet dash, until she was /right/ behind Eli. "Yaaah!" With a shout, she jumped him, completely disregarding the backpack in the way. It'd mean finding purchase for an impromptu piggyback ride would be difficult, but knocking him over would work just as well.

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Sera got up and leaned on her self-made halberd and then stuck out her tongue and made retching noises and motions. "Byah! You're disgustingly obnoxious with your insufferably chipper morals..." Exasperated Sera huffed and turned her back on Gaius and walked away.
The short girl didn't get very far before greeting Rahna, who had just arrived as well. She knew that girl had the heart of an adventurer, but her knowledge of medicine, even if she was only a trainee, would certainly come in handy.
She was in the process of waving her over when she spotted something happening.

The girl that perpetually had annoyed her, to a degree, when she was scavenging for salvageable items in the ruins from time to time pounced on a boy she had seen around Rahna a lot. However, he didn't seem to be able to handle the impact and toppled over and both, boy and girl, fell into a heap of limbs.
For a second, Sera managed to control her self, her hand pressed onto her mouth, but she just couldn't stop it for long.

"Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha bwahahahhahah!" With a loud clang her halberd landed on the ground, because she just couldn't physically hold it anymore and Sera went down kneeling over in laughter.
"Gahahha! You two look so stupid! Bwhaha!"

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Blin "Brytag" Alborse

Blin shook the sleep out of his eyes with a quick shake of his head, it wouldn't do to be this late especially as he got up in the middle of night to be here. A quick look still showed him that gliders were arriving around the area where the balloon was floating. He checked his glider and gear, giving them the quick once over and took off to join the launch. He hoped it wasn't too late, almost wishing his glider was sleek and swift like Eli's, but then it wouldn't be able to carry the goods he would normally transport.

Still out by a good five minutes, he spotted a crazy glider taking off from a buff and speedily heading straight into the gathering crowd. Just at the last second the glider folded, Blin hoped no-one was hurt, but it looked like that Nikki's glider. The girl could be so much more nicer if she wasn't always cusing trouble to those around her. He hoped the were no injures there, that would be a bad omen for the quest start. he took a slow descent, landed well clear of the people gathering, tethered his glider (since it didn't collapse) and made his way to see who else had gathered.

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Gaius Stronurr

The Meeting Point

 Gaius shook his head with a faint smile. You can't win 'em all! Not immediately, anyways. Surprisingly, not everyone was a fan of Gaius' do-gooder attitude and charismatic demeanor. He thought it was preposterous! Why would anyone find him obnoxious? Well, aside from the ever present 'clanking' of his armor, and his deep, hearty voice- Hmm... Maybe he wasn't as charming as he thought.

 Moments after Sera told him off, two guards approached the meeting point and alerted Gaius to their arrival with a pair of loud shouts. "Sir Gaius! We've brought it!" They uttered, heaving what appeared to be an oversized glider. Except, it wasn't really a glider? No, it most certainly was, but not in one piece. They each carried a disjointed wing over their shoulders, with a strange pipe-like latch that bent front their undersides. This was it! A pair of wings stretching a full 3 meters when assembled! The ultimate heavy-duty flying appendage, aptly named the 'Gaius Glider' for its hardiness! What a stupid name.

 Gaius waved the two guards over with a creaking swing of his right arm. "Ah, there you are!" He called out. The both of them positioned themselves behind him and began the preparation to make their over-sized captain airborne. The glider he used was far too hefty for most to handle, given its sheer size. It couldn't even be carried around properly without splitting it in half. "Careful around my pits, fellas!" Gaius warned, raising his arms up. The soldiers folded the under-side bars out and attached them to Gaius' shoulder joints until they clicked into place, tightening them with several bolts, both at his shoulders, and where they met the wings themselves. "E-Easy!"

 When they were finished, Gaius was fully equipped with a massive set of iron-set wings that sprung from his soldiers, turning him into a variable Gaius plane. His personal glider was far from agile, and he fell much quicker than most others, but the fact they he was able to get off the ground at all whilst in his bulky set of armor was a feat in and of itself. "Thank you kindly, gentlemen! Now-" Gaius turned towards the edge of the cliffs and made his way over. "I don't suppose everyone is here yet?" He roared, turning back to the crowd behind him.

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Lee was just waiting for Kelari to respond when she heard two men approach the group with a large metallic machine. Her brows lifted at the sight of such a large object. But then she realized it'd be carrying Gaius and it all made a little more sense. It reminded her that soon, they'd be heading off to the surface and she licked her lips nervously. Stepping away from Kelari with a soft smile, Lee padded toward the man, disregarding the loud shout. She didn't answer the question because she assumed he was competent enough to see who was here for himself. Rather, she approached him wanting to ask a question. Seeing as her own glider had been collecting dust in the back of her house in the shed for the past three years, she was hoping Gaius would provide knowledge of a different way of getting to the surface.
"I'm sorry, Gaius? I don't have a glider and I was wondering if perhaps you could--"

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Gaius Stronurr

The Meeting Point

 "Give you a ride down? Of course, Lee!" He blurted abruptly, quickly positioning himself in front of her and bending forwards. Before she had a chance to react, he'd already grabbed hold of her calves, and yanked them up towards his waist. Hopefully she had the mind to latch on to his shoulder-guards, lest she fall backwards and crash head-first into the hard ground. "This sturdy contraption can surely handle a few extra pounds! Besides, I could use somebody to help me scout ahead of everyone else, I reckon its dangerous down their with only one set of eyes," He inferred, immediately turning towards the cliff-side once again. He smiled under his helmet, almost too excited to restrain himself from hopping ahead of everyone else without warning.

 "We're heading out first!"

 Gaius shouted his announcement with intense vigor, not even turning back to confirm whether or not anyone had heard him. He slowly backed away from the cliff-side, preparing himself for a running-start...