[System]
Crown Prince of Whitehaven

"I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me."

Age:
20 years old

Personality
⚜ Arrogant ⚜ Brash ⚜ Proud ⚜ Conceited ⚜

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Adrian is spoiled and arrogant. He was raised with the knowledge that when the time comes, no one will inherit the throne but him. Because of this, he believes that no one else is as important as he is, except for the king and queen and his younger brother, Prince Adam. He treats the castle staff as nothing more than servants and almost rarely pay them any attention except when he needs something.

In truth, he lack of self confidence to rule a kingdom and compensate with a grand show of overconfidence. The only one aware of his self doubt and shortcomings is his brother.

He tries his best to be just to his subjects but his overconfidence gives the people mixed feelings about him as a future ruler.

Brief History:
Queen Anne had always wanted children. "Four or more," she always said. But when she married King Thomas, they tried to conceive time and again but all pregnancies ended in miscarriage. Consult with doctors always ended inconclusive. The queen had nothing wrong with her. She was the picture of perfect health. And so the royal couple tried again and again but the children all died before coming to term. Depressed and hopeless, the queen finally sought consult with a Mystic, who taught her meditation and gave her a concoction of herbs to take. On the fourth night after the full moon, she was to drink water from Whitehaven's holy river, Adria.

Following the Mystic's instructions, the Queen found herself with child a few months later. Trying not to be too excited, she made sure she did not exert herself too much, staying in bed most times. She feared that she would lose the baby the way she had the past pregnancies but miraculously, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy nine months later. She named the baby Adrian. King Thomas was overjoyed and the whole kingdom rejoiced through a festival that lasted for weeks.

Being a precious child after many miscarriages, Adrian was spoiled, given everything he desired and asked for. He was well educated and being the first born, it was ingrained in him that he will ascend to be King when the time came. Knowing how important he is to both his parents and the whole of Whitehaven, he became arrogant and brash. He thought of the lower class people as nothing more than slaves and servants, existing only to do as he wished. As a result, the people in the kingdom feared that he might end up being a tyrant, most only serving him because of fear and not of loyalty.

Two years after Adrian's birth, the queen and the king was blessed with another male child. This boy they named Adam.

Adam grew up the complete opposite of Adrian. He was humble and kind, never thinking himself above anyone else. But despite the difference in manner and opinion, Adrian was fond of his younger brother and spent most of his time with him by his side. The bond of brotherhood eventually mellowed down the crown prince by a bit. Adam became his confidant and advisor.

Soon the people of the kingdom became divided in their opinions. A big number of them wanted Adam to inherit the throne despite knowing that Adrian was the rightful heir, being the first born. A small number believed that Adrian would be able to rule well with his brother by his side. And those in the middle found themselves having mixed feelings about who would be the better king.

[User] Henry chuckled at how fervently Alessandra described the Princess that had her arm linked through their Crown Prince's. "A snake? This is our first time laying our eyes on this foreign princess yet you've already labeled her as such," he looked around. "It is a good thing that there are no royal guards around. If they heard this conversation, I fear we might not be treated pleasantly," but despite his warning, he continued on. "I am, however, more curious about what you think of her FOR Prince Adrian," he emphasized the word for. He lowered his voice further. "What I am saying is, are you not at all jealous?"

[Assistant] At the mention of the royal guards, Alessandra frowned; She did do many things that should have gotten her beheaded at the least. She smiled as Henry continued on the conversation anyway, but at his elaboration, all emotions faded off her face as she blushed deeply at his question. She laughed a little humorlessly. "jealous? Ha. I? Not at all---- Maybe just.. You know I have been the only female around the Prince lately, a new one is not always welcomed, especially not rude, arrogant ones." She answered honestly as she shook her head a little, the feeling of disappointment growing in her-- Was she jealous?

[User]
Henry listened to Alessandra, gave her a knowing look and then stayed silent. He turned his attention to the royal couple.

"When my father told me about this marriage, I could not contain my excitement on both meeting a handsome prince..." Hye Jin lowered her head and looked shyly at Adrian through her lashes. "...and being able to finally see WhiteHaven. I have only read about it in books, seen it through paintings. I never imagined it to be this beautiful,' she praised.

Adrian chuckled at Hye Jin's praise of him. He looked around, pleased that WhiteHaven was to his future wife's liking. It was truly magnificent. With a smile on his face, he looked back at the princess. "I, myself, have never been to Gyeongsang and like you, Princess, have only seen it through paintings and books. I imagine, however, that it is bigger and more magnificent than WhiteHaven."

Hye Jin shook her head. "Gyeongsang is vast but we do not have the splendid harbors that you do. Seeing the ocean is a treat for me," she said as she turned a whole 360 degrees to take in the scene. "I'm sure, though, that my kingdom will delight you, Adrian. Perhaps we can visit it before our wedding? she suggested.

Adrian turned with her and his eyes fell momentarily on Alessandra. Her cheeks were flushed, probably at something Henry said. He glanced at Henry. He had a smile on his face. Is there something going on between the two of them? he thought as his eyes settled back on his handmaiden.

Hye Jin had been chattering about the scenic places she planned on taking Adrian to when she noticed that the Prince was distracted. She frowned and followed his line of gaze. Her frown deepened when she saw that it was Alessandra that he was looking at. She cleared her throat and raised her voice a little louder. "Do you not think that 6 months is a little too long to wait to be wed?" she asked, making sure that her voice carried over to where Alessandra was standing.

Adrian blinked and then turned back to Hye Jin. He raised an eyebrow. "6 months is just enough time to familiarize ourselves with each other. Do you want to push forward our wedding?" he asked, his attention again fully on the Princess.

Hye Jin smiled up at the prince. "We can always familiarize ourselves with each other even after we are wedded," she giggled shyly. "I merely want to assure myself of my place by your side," she stood on tiptoe and pressed a light kiss on Adrian's cheek. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at her bold actions and she immediately lowered her head again. "I like you," she admitted shyly.

Adrian looked surprised at what the Princess did. He chuckled. "I am glad that you do. I can not imagine how difficult it would be if my future queen did not like me," he said.

A small frown crossed Hye Jin's lips at Adrian's response. She was hoping he would say that he liked her too. She did want him to like her too but at the moment, it was more for the sake of Alessandra. A woman of her low rank had the guts to even look straight back at her prince. It made her angry. She replaced the small frown with a charming smile as she looked back up at Adrian. "I hope in time you will find me likeable too."

Adrian returned the smile. "I am sure I will."

[Assistant]
Alessandra was also admiring WhiteHaven as she thought of her conversation with Henry. Was she jealous? Or was it really the shift that bothered her? Was she jealous that Adrian was treating Hye Jin like a human being from day one? Of course, Alessandra inwardly scoffed, she was a princess and his future wife. If he didn't treat her well, it would be his doom on so many levels. She sighed softly. He seemed to take a liking to Hye Jin as well, so that was a bonus. Alessandra couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and jealpus grow in her; She quickly shook away the thoughts-- She was happy for her Prince! He must be excited for such an event in his life.

She looked up to find Adrian's gaze on her; The blush on her face grew deeper as she gave him a fond smile of reassurance that he was definitely doing well, as if he really needed it, but Alessandra did so anyway. She was confused as to why he didn't return the smile or even move his eyes off her that was of course until Hye Jin interrupted him by seeking his full attention once again.

Less than six months?!

Alessandra cleared her throat and looked up at Henry eith a look that clearly said--- I don't like this.

[User]
Henry looked at Alessandra and shrugged as if to say that it was something he definitely had no control over. He tilted his head slightly towards her. "I imagine it would be enough time to tell the Prince how you feel about him," he said in a low voice. He winked at her. "Of course, that's just my humble opinion," he added before he walked away to follow after the royal couple.

The day went by smoothly.

At sundown, all four of them returned to the castle. "I suppose a congratulatory greeting is in order," a voice called out as soon as Adrian and Hye Jin entered the castle hallways. Adam stepped out from behind one of the pillars and smiled at his brother and his future wife.

Hye Jin immediately gave the younger prince a polite curtsy as he joined them. "Delighted to have you home, Adam. This is Princess Wang Hye Jin of Gyeongsang," Adrian introduced.

Adam smiled at Hye Jin and then raised an eyebrow at Adrian. Beautiful, he mouthed to his brother. "I am Adam Havensworth, Princess, second prince of Whitehaven," he reached out, took Hye Jin's hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it.

"I am pleased to meet you, Prince Adam, Hye Jin said as he flashed Adam one of her charming smiles. "This Kingdom is truly blessed to have two very capable and handsome princes, she added.

"And it is fortunate for Whitehaven to have such a beautiful future queen," Adam gave the princess a lavish bow before he grinned and invited them to join him in the dining hall for supper. But before he walked away, Adam's eyes searched out Alessandra. When his eyes fell on her, a wide smile spread across his face. "Let me just say hello to Alessandra," he said and then excused himself.

Hye Jin's jaw fell open as he watched the younger prince make his way to the handmaiden. What sort of kingdom was this that both princes seemed to fawn over a lowly handmaiden?

Adrian wasn't particularly pleased of Adam giving Alessandra attention but he refrained from looking at her. Instead, he looked at the Princess on his arm. "Shall we proceed to the dining hall then?" he asked.

Hye Jin turned back to Adrian, smiled and nodded.

[Assistant]
Alessandra gasped at Henry's comment as she stared at his back. "Henry!" She mumbled as she relunctantly followed behind Henry and the royal couple.
* * *

Alessandra was exhausted to say the least after the tour around WhiteHaven, but she marked it as a nice day as she got the chance to go out and explore WhiteHaven.

At the sound of Adam, Alessandra turned and instantly a wide smile spread across her face. She excitedly watched Adam as he greeted Hye Jin, giggling slightly at how he so openly commented that Hye Jin was beautiful-- She was indeed, but the idea of her still made her very uncomfortable.

Alessandra straightened up and smiled even wider as Adam turned toward her. She glanced at Hye Jin's shocked expression and in a way, it brought her down. Similar to how Adrian used to think, Hye Jin must think that Alessandra was not worthy of any attention. The tears stung her eyes, but she smiled up at Adam anyway.

"Welcome back! It had been a little long, hasn't it? Have you done well? Glad to have your majesty back in court." She excitedly said.

[User]
"The trips I made all went smoothly. I believe Father would be pleased at how much I was able to accomplish these few months that I was gone. It is, however, good to be back. How have you been?" Adam smiled as he spoke. "Have you missed me? he asked, his voice strangely louder than when he had started speaking.

Adrian stopped in his tracks when he heard Adam's question. Hye Jin looked up questioningly at him but he just shook his head. He immediately resumed walking and was out of ear shot before he could hear Alessandra's answer.

[Assistant] Alessandra smiled proudly as she nodded. "I am sure he is! I bet Prince Adrian would be too." She commented with an assuring nod. At his next question, she blushed deeply as she blinked a couple times, unaware of his higher tone. She giggled slightly, nervously. "Of course, the whole court did! You are such pleasent company." She answered as she averted her eyes, obviously embarrassed with such a question. "You shouldn't keep the guest waiting." She adviced as she started walking toward the dinning hall.

[User] Adam chuckled. He walked towards the dining hall but instead of overtaking Alessandra, he fell into pace with her. He reached out into his pocket and withdrew a simple leather necklace with a golden flower pendant on it. "Here. I brought you a little something from my trip down south," he dangled the necklace in front of her before placing it into her hand. He smiled at her but didn't wait for her to say anything as he walked forward and entered the dining hall before she did.

[Assistant]
Alessandra smiled slightly as he preferred to walk in pace with her better than ahead of her. She actually felt like she was a human being around Adam. She looked up at the necklace in awe. "Your majesty I can n--" She started out only to be interrupted by him handing her the necklace and walking away. In a way, she was esctatic he remembered her, yet she was nervous about accepting such a gift from the prince.

She held the necklace in her fist and hurried behind Adam, soon falling back in pace with him as he headed for his seat. "I really can not accept this gift, Prince Adam." She mumbled as she looked up at him.


[System]
Age:
Seventeen

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Weapon:
Shotgun/Polearm
Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor.

Nightmare Blades
Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands.

Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system.

Semblance:
Selective Sight
Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice.

Personality:
Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it.

Color:
Somber Midnight Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:
Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back.

Theme:

[User]
It was with a slight note of conclusion that Abel bid Gren farewell. "Celibate?" he murmured to himself as he pulled out his scroll, fiddling with the buttons. "Musta meant celebrate." He briefly considered what party supplies were the object of Gren's solo quest while the scroll booted up for the first time. If it was alcohol, Abel would have none of it, but if the others felt like the situation warranted inebriation he guessed that he wouldn't stop them. Not everyone was as straitlaced as he, and the last he had seen both Kuhaku and Sapphire, they had both been on stretchers. Vague excuses swirled through his head that they might use for drinking—to relax, to forget about the pain. When the faulty scroll finally sorted itself out, his inner musings vanished, and he stared intently at the tiny screen before scrolling over to the minimap tab and determining in exactly which way the medical ward lay.

A brisk pace and long strides meant that he arrived at the infirmary within thirty minutes. It was situated separately from the rest of the academy. The shattered moon was a little ways above the horizon, and the night blew cool and clear. Beaming down upon everything from above, more so than the moon, was the warm green light after which Abel guessed Beacon was named. Under normal circumstances, the night would have been young for him, but after the trials of today he was very weary. After checking up on his teammates, he resolved as he navigated the last few meters to the infirmary, he would head straight back to the dorms to get some sleep.

With only two floors and eight rooms, the medical ward had little to hide from Abel, and he soon approached the single softly-lit room. There was no sign of any nurses, which Abel decided was good; it meant that Kuhaku and Sapphire were stable, at least, if they were to be unattended. Voices garbled by the door that separated team SASG revealed that at least one of them was awake. Feeling familiar enough with those on the inside to not need to stand on ceremony, Abel opened the door somewhat loudly and waltzed right in.

Immediately he froze, suddenly aware of something wrong. Both of them were standing, and in their hospital gowns they seemed strikingly smaller and less lively than in their clothes, somber-colored as they were. That was not, however, what put Abel on guard; he could practically feel the tension and unhappiness emanating from them. Sapphire in particular seemed standoffish, with her arms tucked against her. In the poor light, the edges of her dark hair seemed blue, and the surprised, uninviting look in her eyes gave Abel the impression that he wasn't wanted here. Perhaps nobody was. But to turn around and waltz right back out would make him seem like a coward, and that was something he simply couldn't stomach.

"...hey there," he managed after a few seconds, breaking the vile, awkward silence. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." In fact, they looked quite terrible, but he hoped they knew he meant to reassure them. He found himself looking at Kuhaku's snowy ears, and forced himself to look at each of his teammates' faces in turn.

[Assistant]
As the team arrived to their room. They were now picking out their beds. This was going to be interesting because she was the only girl on the team, so that wasn't such a good thing. But she knew that her team would be respectful enough to give the girl her own space. But that was when Daniel made the joke about being in bed with a girl. Pervert. Even if he was joking or not he wasn't suppose to say that. Priscilla gave a fake nervously laugh as she turned around and walked to a bed, far from Daniel but close to the leader. It wasn't that she didn't trust Greyson, because she did. That was her first teammate. It was just that she liked the bed next to the window, which was close to Robert's.

As they got all settled in. Priscilla turned around smiling at Robert, happy that he decided to do her suggestion. "Yay. Let's go guys. It could be fun and stuff to explore and all. Oh...I am a bit hungry too." She said placing a hand on her stomach and looking at her members. "So, question for you two.." she turned to Daniel and Greyson. It was a question about Robert being the leader. "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" She smiled at them and looked at Robert, winking at him and now her attention back to the two. "I personally. Like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. Im just stating my facts. You guys?" Priscilla said turning around looking herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and grabbing a light pink lipstick, putting it on. As she was putting it on, she still waited for the boys to answer.

[User]
Indigo smiled under his mask as he silently straightened his bow tie. It was an idle action; his tie didn't need straightening. Hell, he had already straightened it twice in the time he finished that thought! Still though, it was a gesture of impatience, anxiousness, and excitement. He had made it. Even if his methods weren't the best to getting there, the title "Number 1" was now officially within reach! At the end of this deep tunnel laid the light of endless love an adoration, and he would steal that prize, using the bodies of all the Grimm he was surely going to slay as his platform.

He shook his head as he heard his name being called. He walked up to the stage, behind the cute oddly pacifistic girl that had helped him in the Forever Fall Forest, as well as the other male who was really happy most of the time, and wore a badass suit of armor into battle. Reminded him of a lot of his videogames. And, ofcourse, Seilber. His partner, jittering and sweating like she was on trial for murder or something. She must not have liked the spotlight. He was a fan, but he understood that some weren't. Especially those trying to keep a low profile.

"You will now work together as team Silverpoint led by... Seilber Vulpez."

Indie paused. A frown and accompanying rage slowly filled his face under the mask. He wasn't leader? That wasn't right... He needed to be leader. He was determined to be the best, why wasn't he leader? Was he not powerful enough yet? Was it because he lacked elegance and grace? You didn't need that to become great! Hell, you didn't even need to be leader to become great! He'd become number one without being leader. He didn't need a leader. He didn't need anybody.

Indie suddenly felt very uncomfortable on the stage. He walked, or more accurately stomped, down the stage in a fit of angst and anger, not bothering to see if his teammates were following until he was sufficiently far from the stage. "So, guys." He said "Wanna go back to my place and... unload and relax?~" He said, giggling to himself like a small child. Jokes were how he relived stress, and right now he was feeling much to hotheaded. Honestly, he just wanted to send an email to his friends back home and sleep for awhile in his nice new bed.

[Assistant]
Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable.

"Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully.

Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.


[System]
* Age: 28
* Appearance: "Anyone in my employ is under my protection." Toshiko has red hair, red eyes, and pale skin.
* Personality: Toshiko enjoys spending life with people she cares about, and generally makes for fairly pleasant company. However, she will change her behavior depending on the situation. When talking to employees, she is friendly, calm, and kind. When speaking with a perpetrator, for example, she makes a drastic change, approaching cruelty. In addition, it is not difficult to rouse her to anger and she has a remarkable lack of patience for someone who has taken a profession as a detective. When sufficiently angered, she will remove her glasses and and begin taking things extremely seriously. She enjoys cigarettes and seems to have something against organizing her office. Toshiko's ultimate goal is to attain immortality, as well as ensure no-one causes too many problems that interfere with having a pleasant life. Toshiko is terrible with money and spends incredibly frequently, sometimes on magical items and other times on things she simply thinks are interesting.
* Abilities: Toshiko's Affinity is Fire. As such, she is highly skilled in spells relating to fire. She is capable of casting spells by "carving" symbols in the air using a lit cigarette. Notable among her spells is an Instant Ignition spell. While it requires a full rune to be "carved" in the air, it will instantly ignite a target. As Toshiko's affinity is fire, she is also skilled with spells involving "consumption", "ignition", and "destruction". In addition, she has learned spells outside of her affinity. These spells are primarily wards and illusions, which she uses to conceal the Fu Sonzai no Gensō building from the eyes of regular humans. She is also capable of self-healing spells that can heal serious injury, though not something that will cause instant or very rapid death, and she must be conscious to use them.
* Weapons/Equipment: Toshiko has a great deal of cigarettes with her at almost all times. Not only does she like them, but they aid her casting.
* Brief Backstory: Toshiko was born into the Ando family, a family of magi with the goal of accessing Origin of All Magic, the wellspring from which all mana extends from that contains and infinite wealth of magical knowledge, all spells ever created, that ever will be created. Early in life, Toshiko was mentored in magic by her grandfather. When she reached her late teens, she was sent to a Mage Circle in London to train. It was here that she chose to abandon her family's goal, firmly believing it to be unattainable. While her family was initially outraged by her decision and desired to kill her, they eventually decided she would simply need punishment instead. This was, in part, because Toshiko's sister had not displayed the same desire to give up. Deciding to pursue the goal of immortality, Toshiko returned to Japan and founded the Fu Sonzai no Gensō detective agency in an effort to ensure pleasant life wasn't disrupted. Also to make money.

[User]
"Oh, Miura-san!" Daidouji Yuuno nodded confidently that the introduction. Toshiko could surmise the girl had heard of the Miura family before, given they were another local mage family. Mage families were often aware of those with relatively high standings, and the Miura's rather unique situation perhaps posed for more awareness then was otherwise usual. "Right, right! You want to check out the scene of the theft, right?"

The girl was rather chipper, for someone whose family had so recently suffered a serious threat. Perhaps she was just optimistic in the face of hardship? Or did she not really realize the gravity of the situation? Regardless of the explanation, Toshiko couldn't help but notice that the girl was rather cute.

"It's pretty annoying, they didn't even set off the spells I set up!" complained Yuuno, pouting as she turned on her heel to lead them out of the room and towards the scene of the crime.

"What were the spells you set up?" asked Toshiko as she followed along.

"Ah? Oh, just a couple," Yuuno replied brightly, "My family's affinity is Destruction, so it was a set of runes that would atomize the bodypart closest to them and one that made their heart explode!"

Toshiko nodded. Those spells were relatively complex, but for a competent student not impossible to handle for a stationary spell tied to a rune. Still, it was relatively impressive given the Daidouji girl's age. "You're quite accomplished for your age."

"Thanks!"

[Assistant]
It was quite disturbing to hear words like that out of a younger girl's mouth, though not as much as it would have been for somebody unused to the more unsavoury sides of life. It was more the fervent cheerfulness with which she had declared creating such destructive spells: taking pleasure in slaughter was unseemly and the spells were unnecessarily deadly. Why would you, with magic, destroy instant death defences rather than incapacitation? It was wasteful to not know who was targeting you.

Maybe this was why they had been stolen from: killing anyone that might have been able to let the Daidouji know what was going to happen.

"Are the other defences of a similarly dangerous nature?"

[User]
"Ah? Well... it depends!" replied Yuuno brightly, "I got to put spells that are pretty far in, for someone who's pretty nasty and might have hurt some of our maids getting there. It'd be dumb to put the spells that kill people out further, right?"

Toshiko shrugged. It depended largely on what your goals were when it came to how lethal you made a trap.

"My mother placed one of the earliest ones. It just makes you think you're in the wrong place and need to go to another place in the mansion," Yuuno continued as she lead the detective and her employee further down the hall. As they went, it was hard not to notice the number of maids keeping an eye on them rather closely, and many of them keeping an eye on the daughter of the Daidouji family as well. "The further they get, the more dangerous the spells are. I placed some of the last ones, because by that point they're probably going to have killed someone getting there. I don't know all those less flashy spells yet."

The girl waved her hand rather dismissively.

"You know, those 'less flashy spells' are pretty useful," Toshiko responded, her voice rather level. It was kind of obvious, by the girl's attitude, that she was infatuated with the more active and deadly side of magic. But wards and other less dangerous spells were quite useful. Fu Sonzai no Genso itself was surrounded by a field that made anyone without a usable supply of mana incapable of seeing or interacting with it. That was quite the opposite of flashy. "Setting up traps that don't kill can be pretty useful too."

The girl shrugged.

"It's not like I don't know that," replied Yuuno, "But if they've hurt some of our maids, they're unforgivable, aren't they?"

The black-haired young girl paused for a moment. "Only... they didn't hurt anybody or trigger any of the defenses..."

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Ryuuko had to disagree with the assessment that you put more lethal traps deeper in simply because that was where they were likely to have harmed or killed someone with loyalty to your family. That seemed like the obvious place to put the nasty but not fatal defences. If you didn't teach your enemies that clandestine attempts to harm your family would be meet with extreme retribution, why would they ever stop trying? The information angle was still relevant if they penetrated so far, as well...

The sound of that first defence and the lack of triggering raised an interesting possibility. There was no reason for anyone to interfere with the library defences... but if they hadn't meant to end up in the library in the first place...

"Could the misdirection ward have sent someone to the library?"

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"... Hmm."

Yuuno looked thoughtful for a few moments. Toshiko suspected she didn't know, but Ryuuko raised an interesting possibility. However, it relied on the ward having been triggered in the first place.

"From what we've heard, Ryuuko-kun, it doesn't seem like any defenses were triggered, including those wards," Toshiko interjected. "However, if they somehow refreshed the activated ward... it's not like it's not impossible. But still, it's a possibility to keep in mind."

Yuuno shrugged, and lead them further. And soon enough...

"Here it is!" declared the girl. Ahead stretched a long hallway, seemingly empty and without windows. Hands in her pockets, Toshiko strode forward. Indeed, even with the spells inactive as they were, Toshiko could discern some of the more obvious defenses. It was easy to assume most of them were rather more thoroughly hidden.

"... Incidentally," Toshiko began, turning to face Yuuno, "What's the outside of this hallway like?"

"Oh? One of the walls is open to the outside, but it's reinforced and there's no windows. You'd need a lot of power to get through it, and it's not damaged at all!"

"Hmm..."

The redheaded mage looked around. Perhaps there was... something more complicated at work here... checking the walls seemed like a good start.

[Assistant]
The defences weren't triggered, the exterior was an impenetrable wall... and to have triggered the library ward after activating the defences would have meant resetting them. Presumably, then, someone who could have pulled off hiding their tracks that well would have fixed the library barrier before even getting around to this one. Or was it an unrelated incident, or even something meant to throw them off their trail?

"Which wall is the exterior?" the Yakuza heir questioned, stepping forwards into the corridor and looking for anything that seemed out of place in a more mundane manner. She might not have the skill to detect magical anomalies yet, but somewhere more damaged or disturbed than another point, or a region strangely free of dust if the place was regularly cleaned... she could look at that. Though with no trace at all, another possibility came to mind... "Might we be looking at a 'phantom thief'? Could someone have magic to pass through physical barriers undetected, or could ghosts do so?"

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Yuuno pointed, quickly, to the right hand side of the hallway when asked about the exterior.

"It's not impossible that they could be using some strange method to bypass the security," Toshiko responded. There was a wide variety of spells for an enormous amount of magical affinities, all developed by magi all over the world for so many different purposes. Certainly, there could be some methods that would prove to be useful at bypassing these spells. But so perfectly, and all of them... certainly, something was amiss. "As for a ghost, it's possible, but a ghost would still be effected by the defenses.

Toshiko followed Ryuuko, investigating the hallway. As Ryuuko looked over the walls, she might notice what looked like a scrap of paper attached to one...

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"Are ghosts common enough that defences against them would be employed as a matter of course?" Ryuuko wondered, homing in on something out of place in the otherwise immaculate, but empty when compared with the rest of the house, corridor. Paper? No, more than paper--it was only a fragment but the hints of its original shape and the characters on one side were more than enough. "Master, it seems that the infiltrator is an onmyouji or styling themselves as one.

"Unless your family would use ofuda in their defences, of course, Yuuno-san."

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"Mental defenses, at least, would affect a ghost capable of coherent thought," replied Toshiko, approached Ryuuko as her apprentice made a beeline for something on the wall. Ghosts were beings with human thought patterns, and as a result spells designed to effect those thought patterns would still effect them. Even if they didn't set off the more physical defenses, the ones targeting the mind would still be able to detect them. When Ryuuko discovered that scrap of paper, however...

"You're certainly right, Ryuuko-kun," she commented, eyes travelling over the piece of paper. There was no denying what it appeared to be, it was definitely a piece of ofuda. That was only something that an onmyouji would use.

Yuuno stared for a few moments.

"Ehhh? There's... we never use ofuda!" the smallish girl exclaimed, "That's not how a proper magi does magic!"

As Toshiko glanced down the wall, she noticed spots on the wall that seemed slightly... scuffed? As if something had been attached to them...

"... Oi, Yuuno-chan," Toshiko said, turning towards the girl, "Is there any way that these spells could be disrupted without direct magical interference?"

Yuuno paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "... I guess if the pattern was interrupted, but that's tied to the walls, and the walls are still there..."

[Assistant]
Not how a proper magi does magic? Sometimes, the attitude of western-style magi to to onmyoudo irked Ryuuko: why did they insist on treating their own country's magical style as some secondary and inferior art. As far as she and her family were concerned, it was nothing more than one style, even if a heavily specialised one, that their affinities tended to work poorly with. But unlike alchemy, there was enough similarity with the magical mainstream that they should really approach it as something less exotic...

That onmyoudo could interfere with defences like this was a prime example of why.

"Might it be possible that a charm could match the defences from the outside and then insert it in place before temporarily disrupting them? Onmyoudo is almost a specialisation in the application of barriers."


[System]
Clan: N/A
Village: Village of Sound
Age: 15
Appearance:

Abilities: The specialty of a musician? Music that is played by his Mandolin corresponds to the different types of Jutsus that Ako can produce. Despite him lacking a skill in Taijutsu, the lower pitched chords represent Jutsus that lack in power but have low Chakara usage (Shadow Clones, Shuriken Manipulation, etc.). The higher pitched chords allow him to actually use Wind-Style based Jutsus; his specialty being a moderate-high Chakara use blast that results in a major cut of wind. However, he isn't completely useless without his Mandolin and is actually quite the equipment user...expending quite a large amount of his funds on ninja scrolls and always has three of them on his personal: one for medical supplies, one for a large amount of shurikens, and one that has Chakara replenishing medicine.
Weapons: Mandolin (the Bow can be used as a short sword/wakizashi)
Personality: Silent, never speaks and much prefers to write down what he wants to say on a notepad. Even his Ninja Signs and Jutsus are silent, unless they are played through his Mandarin. Also, due to his nobility of sorts, he always tries to wear a suit of sorts in his leisure time if not changes into rather somewhat loose black suit but doesn't look exactly like a formal wear. Quite a kind person despite his silence, and does have a formal air around him when he has to/forced to act like a kind gentleman.
Back Story: Perfection, that is what his parents always craved. Ever since his birth, he was constantly forced to play his mandarin day and night...the only moments when he was allowed to stop was when he slept or ate. The boy's parents were addicted to him mastering the mandarin, despite the fact that during every practice his eyes would always wander to the other boys and girls his age who trained to become ninja in the village. Finally, on a full moon...the child ran away from jumping off a high window in his rather large home. The only possessions he brought with him...was his mandarin which he still enjoyed to use despite the harsh treatment he had related to it. Over the years, he was able to learn from an old hermit in between the Village of the Sound and the Village of the Leaf. This eventually led to him obtaining his old master's signature headband to represent the Village of the Sound as a ninja and got permission to join the ranks of other young ninja in the Chunin Exams...
Family: High Ranking Officials in the Village of the Sound who invest into Ninja Equipment
Other: Spends time playing music in a small box fort of sorts in a park of the Village of the Leaf as his new home.

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A call to action is sent out all over the land and to each and every village. The Land of Fire is holding the Annual Chunin Exams. Many applications were sent out to each head of the village and it is their decision who qualifies and who has to wait another year. This year the exams will only be a small batch of ninja but that does not mean the test will be any easier. If you feel that you are powerful enough to be called Chunin, then come and prove yourself. The Exam begins in 5 days. Hope to see you then.

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Hikaru received her application as she read it over. "Look at this Saki. We have a chance to show off our true power with other village's ninjas." She said as Saki barked happily. "I know we got this in the bag." She said as she placed her application in a safe place and headed out towards her training area. She knew that if she was going to make a good impact on the exam that she needed to train as fast as she could.

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Sanjiro was sitting in the window seal in his apartment reading over the application. He knew this was going to be extremely difficult. He knew that him only having Taijustsu would already make him at a disadvantage but he did not care at all. He knew this would be his only chance to see if he had what it takes to be a great shinobi even if no one else had any faith in him. Even his squad leader said he should not apply but he still did. He grabbed his bag of clothes and headed towards the entrance of the village to start his trek to the Land of Fire.

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Nakamura grabbed his puppet making sure he wrapped it up as best as he could. He did not want anyone to know his ability until the moment of his attack. He knew having the element of surprise would be the best thing he could do in order to have an advantage in this exams. He also packed up enough food and water for the trip to the Land of Fire. Everyone in his squad was too chicken to take the exam. They kept saying since the land of Stone and the Land of Fire were not on good terms that they would not even get promoted because of the hatred between the clans. He knew that was a lie and decided he would prove to them that he had what it takes to become a Chunin. He was not really the leader type, but he knew with the right training he would one day work for the black opps of his village. He grabbed his gear and headed out towards the Land of Fire.

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Sasha looked at the application she received. She hardly ever showed her emotions but couldn't keep her excitement contained. It made her want to train herself harder than she usually does. I can prove myself if I start my training today. She first had to get herself a hearty meal before she would begin.

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When Anna received her application, she almost couldn't contain herself as she jumped up and jown with joy. "This is gonna be great!" She decided she should brush up on her training today. After all, 5 days wasn't long.

[User]
Konohagakure was full of excitement the day that this call was sent out. Businesses were bustling, shops were selling out of Ninja gear such as Kunai.

And then, one traveling by might notice the one who was walking through Konoha with a blue, fur trimmed cloak.

This male was William Hyuuga..Or Yuuki. With his half and half lineage, it was hard to tell the difference. White hair and Pale White eyes(The Byakugan) marked a face that was youthful. An ANBU mask was attached to the shoulder of this cloak, depicting a white wolf.

The Hyuuga stopped as he heard about the Chunin Exams, moving towards the sound of people who were talking about it. After he had heard enough..He did not even go back to the Hyuuga household. He moved to the training grounds, ready to prepare himself even more than he already had in Yukigakure.

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Gin was busy training in a wet field on the outskirts of Kirigakure and he wondered how much longer it would be until he received an invitation to partake in the upcoming chunin exams. He was practicing his Eight Dragon Head technique and had a large red dragon head sticking out of his shoulder. It was giving a growling noise and blowing smoke out of its nostrils. He couldn't make it use his fire release techniques, but he would train hard to achieve the goal. With a swift motion of his arm he had the monstrous head slam right into a practice dummy and smash it to pieces.

He then focused on creating a second head and succeeded. He then broke two more dummies with both heads. Gin proceeded to create a third head and used them to destroy another three of the dummies. Finally he tried to make a fourth head, but no matter how hard he concentrated his chakra just was not great enough to summon the fourth head. This was frustrating to him and he wanted to go further, but right now he was at an obstacle that he would have to overcome. It frustrated him, but he would have to keep training as hard possible.

It wasn't too long after he finished practicing with his bloodline technique that he got his letter of invitations to take the chunin exams. He was excited to have the chance to move forward with his shinobi career and also interested in fighting ninja from the other villages to see how strong they were.

"Five days until it starts huh? I guess I'll have to be prepared as I can be and go kick some butt" he said with a smile as he went back in the direction of his home to start getting rid for his journey.


[System]
"Fire enough shots at something, and you're bound to hit eventually."

Identification/Serial Number: TK-2323

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Homeworld: Corellia

Rank: Private

Role: Support

Callsign Rainstorm

Appearance: Bradlev stands at roughly 6 feet even in height, with a larger, well-built frame perfect for hauling around a heavy blaster and plenty of ammo. He carries himself well, with posture perfected during Academy training, and movement in the field befitting one of the Emperor's Finest. His hair is a shadowed brown kept cut at regulation length, though its natural texture makes it appear a bit messy even then. His beard is trimmed as a thin, neat frame around his chin and face. The scarring along his left eye is a remnant of his days at the Academy, and can be a bit irritating with its occasional tendency to itch.

Equipment:
Stormtrooper Armor and Standard Issue Kit
T-21 Light Repeating Blaster with Bipod
Ammo Bandoleer with Additional Energy Cells

Psychological Analysis:
Bradlev is a tried and true supporter of the Empire, and a dedicated soldier. His father served as a Naval Adjutant to the Republic Navy during the Clone Wars, retiring with full honors shortly after the restructuring into the Imperial Navy. As such, Bradlev was raised with support for unifying the galaxy, and groomed for a life of serving the Empire. However, the harsh reality of Academy training has sharpened Bradlev into a more pragmatic, but still fiercely loyal, soldier.

Backstory:
Bradlev's life before the Academy was one resembling Imperial upper-class society the galaxy over, shaping him to be loyal, ready to serve, and willing to give his life for the cause. With his father having served as an attache to the Republic Navy, and later the early years of the Imperial Navy, after years as a Correlian defense fleet officer, the entire family was thrust headlong into the lifestyle of the Imperial elite His father always seemed to idolize the military life, putting great emphasis on his own service, and constantly insisting that his service alongside the Republic Navy, and the early days of the Imperial Navy, made him the man he was today, a stern, no-nonsense patriot. Academy training, however, was far harsher than Imperial society and his father may make it seem, and it painted a different picture to the one Bradlev had been raised with.

Bradlev served in the 101st Cadet Squad at the Academy he trained in, and it was there he earned the nickname 'Rainstorm', and was quickly directed to receive additional training as a Support Gunner and suppressive fire specialist. Bradlev was never the best shot with a blaster, but he had a knack for timing shots with the necessary cooldown of nearly any blaster model, and one hell of a trigger finger. As such, he had a nasty tendency to just let loose on firing ranges and in training simulations, with the mass quantity of his bolts comparable to the amount of raindrops in a fierce storm.

Bradlev's training was harsh, rough, and nearly abusive in some cases. Between the constant physical and mental testing, the fierce competition between cadets for the glory from their instructors, and the insults and other expletives hurled at him from the instructors at a nearly-constant basis, Bradlev still sometimes finds it a wonder he ever made it through the first month as a youth. It was certainly not the glamor and glory his father liked the blather on about, and Bradlev did not yet see the connecting lines between this brutal regimen and the honor of serving the Empire.

One instructor in particular singled Bradlev out from amongst his fellow cadets, Instructor Jarek Varr. Instructor Varr had a bit of a reputation at the academy Bradlev attended, one for being a brutal taskmaster and firm disciplinary. He would routinely invent infractions to accuse Bradlev of, for which Bradlev would receive hard punishment. Bradlev simply rolled with the punches, as it were, considering this just another test he had to overcome. Instructor Varr did his damnedest to try and whittle Bradlev's spirit down, but dedicated to proving himself, and a fair bit stubborn, Bradlev continued to push onward through the training.

While serving in the academy, Bradlev had to suffer his first loss of a comrade-in-arms, and come to terms with Imperial policy on casualties. One of Bradlev's fellow cadets was a youthful, bright-eyed one named Tylin Creeke. Bradlev and Creeke got along well enough, sharing staunch Imperialist sentiment and a military family background. However, Creeke was always trying to push the limit with what he could get away with, and in an act of sheer foolishness, he managed to get past the locks on the training-issue E-11s keeping them on low-power mode.

Creeke's folly was that he didn't exactly understand the power and cooling systems of the E-11 blaster, and had set the rifle far higher than it ever would have been even in the hands of a full Stormtrooper. During a seemingly routine training run through a simulated battlespace, Creeke's rifle exceeded a firerate the cooling systems could keep up with, and after a sustained burst, it exploded, the blast killing Creeke, injuring several other cadets, and giving Bradlev his trademark scar, caused by shrapnel from the blast

Bradlev, like all the surviving cadets, took their first casualty hard, but reaffirmed Imperial stance and a healthy dosage of propaganda helped entrench the idea that such losses were for the good of the Empire, and Bradlev continued to soldier on through his training. Eventually, he graduated a fully trained Stormtrooper, specializing in usage of the T-21 as a squad support weapon, with his trademark 'rainstorm' of blaster bolts following him into his new post with the 121st Battalion.

'Imperius Unitada ober Totallex'

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Kato Okoye

Every ship in the galaxy had a weight room. It was one of the general norms for ships that carried stormtroopers or other infantry type formations aboard. The Generals and Colonels desired their troopers to be a solid mass of muscle. Maintaining that strength required a plethora of heavy weights being raised and lowered repeatedly several times a day. Today, was leg, back and shoulder day for Trooper Okoye. He had been physically fit since his days working his father's farm and playing sports on Haruun Kal, but now, aboard ship, his duties required him to stay physically and mentally sharp.

The Platoon Leader, Lieutenant Quee and his Squad leader, Sergeant Vytuia trained the members of first squad as well as the rest of first platoon on various collective tasks including assault, defense, moving as a member of a rifle squad, react to ambush, react to contact and several other mission specific tasks.

After safely lowering the stack of weights, Kato stood up from the lat pulldown machine, reaching for his towel. He wiped the sweat off himself and the machine, then grabbed for his water bottle. He drank a long tug on the aluminum bottle and headed to the head. Aboard ship, it was called the head and on garrison assignments, the latrine.

After the workout, he took a quick shower and dressed in his duty uniform. He secured each piece of armor insuring it was meticulously white in appearance. His armor would be the whitest most brilliant armor in formation. Just as he was attaching his helmet to his head he heard the clicks and saw the lights flashing indicating a message was forthcoming. It may have been held up in a queue for a bit but was available for him to listen to now. He recognized his squad leader's voice utter, "alright troopers, I need you each ready and willing, then assembled in the hangar, we have a mission."

A sense of urgency lit a fire under Trooper Okoye. He rushed to the arms room to pick up his T-21 light repeating blaster, SE-14r light repeating blaster, four Thermal detonators and an ammo bandoleer containing additional energy cells for his LRB. He pulled the heavy weapon, which wasn't exactly light over his left shoulder so it hung under his right arm. He stowed the bandoleer under the LRB and the thermal detonators in a butt pack. His pistol had a tactical holster on his right thigh. He then made his way to the hangar.

Upon arriving he could see the four platoons forming up. His First platoon, with Lieutenant Quee standing in front were slowly gathering together. There were just over two hundred soldiers in the company with roughly fifty soldiers in each of the four platoons. Each platoon numbered five squads with eight to ten men per squad. First Squad had eight soldiers after losing troopers in their previous operation. As he approached the platoon formation he recognized Sergeant Vytuia giving a quick bow of his head as he uttered a curt greeting, "Sergeant." He then stood next to Callus Orson, "Hey Docter Fix It! What kind of mess are we getting into this time?" He spoke quietly so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Then looked at the other member of First squad who had arrived. "Hi! I am Kato. What's your name?" He was addressing Malik Skaya who apparently, he was meeting for the first time. "You must be one of the new replacements?"

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Aysié Tapalo cracked her neck, the hum of her communicator as plain as day.

The blonde-haired human was admittedly happy to get back to work. As much as she didn't mind her routine on the Tempest, she never really felt at 'home' within the walls of the spacecraft. But out in the field with a rifle in her hands? That was a different story. It was one of the many reasons that she often found herself needing distractions when not exactly in that position at a given time. Being stationary was too static for her, too unmoving, too boring. And Aysié was not someone who took being bored well; she was a woman of action and nerve, not waiting around, making friends, and hoping that the job wouldn't bore her to death. When she found herself too bored the lingering thought of her career choice always wandered to the back of her mind.

But sometimes duty meant waiting around for orders.

As she took a light breath and started moving toward the barracks she found herself excited as she normally was. She was admittedly curious about the exacts of the mission; the possibilities of what scenario they could have been assigned rotating in her head like an out of control TIE Fighter with one wing. Lotho Minor was a planet of junk and even more junk, and the denizens of the planet were probably little better than the junk they surveyed. Aysié pondered if said denizens had taken something they weren't supposed to or if pirates or slavers or other commonalities of the Outer Rim were the issue, but she couldn't be quite sure enough to make an educated enough guess; certainly not an educated guess that excited her. But even if her unit was assigned a boring job, it was better than doing nothing but training on the Tempest.

As she gathered her equipment, she thanked the quartermaster and made for the hangar. By the time she arrived she noticed the voice of her squadmate, Kato Okoye, whom she quickly found her place next to in formation. She decided not to respond and waited at attention.


[System]
Gender: Male

 Appearance:

 Age: 53

 Race: Twili

 Skills: Assassination, Chi Blocking, Alchemy.

 Magic Abilities: Shadow: Manipulation

 Weapons: Syringe, throwing knives, scalpel, poison darts, brass knuckles

 Inventory: poison potion, sleeping potion, paralyzing potion, green potion. Twili Mask

 Bio: Regol in his youth was fascinated with that of the Light Realm. Every morsel of information he could obtain he would devour. Alas he could not enter such a land of beauty, for he was not a light dweller, he was a Twili. It was forbidden for a Twili to walk among the light dwellers, and down right impossible. Regol set out to find a way though. Through many years of study in the Ancient Twili arts of alchemy, Regol fashioned a mask that resembled what the light dwellers called a plaque mask. The mask was filled with a magical potion that allowed the rays of light to not harm him and allow him to walk among the light dwellers without his body turning to shadow.

 Of course sadly there was no way to enter the Light Realm from the Twili Realm after the Twilight Mirror was destroyed by Queen Midna. Though Regol refused to believe that the portal to the Light Realm was all but lost. One day during one of his searches through his library of vast knowledge an old prophet came to him and told him to seek out the Queen's chamber of the Twilight Castle, in there was the key to what he sought most. Regol decided to follow the prophet's word and snuck into the castle. He found that the Queen's mirror was yet another portal that he could use. Though before he could use it, the Queen found him intruding into her quarters and about to use the portal and tried to stop him. He killed her by accident with one of his poisons that splashed onto her face when the veil broke when the two were wrestling. With the Queen dead and himself responsible, Regol fled into the portal and into the Light Realm.

 Regol found that his mask indeed worked, and also fouled people into thinking he was a real doctor. He had studied the light dwellers from afar and never in person, he couldn't allow an opportunity like this to pass him up. Regol performed many tests on various people, and cut more than his fair share of bodies. For a few years he did do his best to be a real doctor, some of his potions helping the sick, while others killing them. Regol also came to finding that he had great magical powers in the realm of the light dwellers. His Twili heritage gave him great powers of shadow. It was not long before he over used his powers and got himself into a sticky situation. The town claimed him to be a witch and to be killing them more than helping, which was indeed true. Regol tried to fight back, but a whole town he could not defeat alone. His trial was over without a single defense and he was to be hung, but before he could a man of God came to the people and convinced them he was not a witch, but part of God's greater plans for the people. That man was Thallus who Regol gave his undying loyalty to for saving his life.

Regol now serves Thallus and God from behind the scenes and in the shadows. He is second in command of the Templar's and will give his life for their goal of order, and to protect the people of the world from harm, even if it does mean sacrificing some to save the many. The more he serves the more he believes in God and that he is truly trying to help the people as a agent of God who works among the shadows.

Name: Demoko

 Gender: Male

 Appearance:

 Age: since the Beginning of Time

 Race: Precursor

 Skills: Demoko's knowledge of defending against the dark arts is unparallel to even the gods. He is a great magician, if not one of the best in all of time.

 Magic Abilities: Demoko is the master of time in all of the lands, all time in the land flows through him. Demoko can see the past, present, and always changing future. He can also use his time abilites in battle, but given his pacifist attitude, he retains from using his magic powers from physically hurting people, and tends to use his powers to the attacker is tired out or in a more reasonable state.

 Weapons: Demoko has no weapons and has never held a weapon once, except when moving the Master Sword from its last resting place to the Temple of Temple.

 Inventory: Demoko has three legendary books, that hold numerous spells, stories, and recipes. Besides that, he carries a small bottle of dirt.

 Bio: Demoko was the first Sage created by the goddesses, the Sage of Time. He witnessed the birth of the world and more importantly Hyrule. He watched over Hyrule as the goddesses commanded him to do so. From his blood Her Grace was created who helped watch over the land with him. For hundreds of years he watched, protected over the land, but slowly things fell out of balance. Evil slowly began to enter the world of Hyrule. The goddesses blamed Demoko for this, they believed he was a flawed creation, worthless, failed. For this they stripped him of his status and banished him, but allowed him to keep his powers, for they could not strip him of them. Since they used the most powerful magic to create him, the lengths they would have to go to would not be worth the efforts. Demoko watched as Her Grace sent the last of the surviving races into the skies and returned to fight the rest of the evil that remained. He could not watch as what he was created for was slowly destroyed. Demoko took his own soul and turned it into the Spirit of the Hero that would be the protector of Hyrule for all of time.

 With his parting gift, Demoko traveled the world, even through and across time. He is a mystery to the world, and his origins are too, except to the immortals and powerful deities across the nations. His existence is nothing than a myth, scholars only suggesting there must have been a Sage of Time at one point, since there was a sage for all the other classes. Whether people believe in such a thing or not is no concern to Demoko, who rather have people not know of his existence then to know and know of his greatest blunder. He has appeared in many places since none know who he is, he can walk freely among the people. He spends his time helping those in times of need.

Demoko can mostly be seen following the Legendary Heroes who carry the Spirit of the Hero he created, but not literally of course. Demoko last revealed himself to the land of Termina, helping the Hero of Time by resetting the three day cycle every time he pleaded to the heavens for more time. After that he vanished, over the decades and centuries. He foresaw that the Hero to save the Twilight Princess required no aid from him, and traveled across time to help the Hero of the Winds use the Phantom Hourglass. Demoko returned back after the Hero defeated Bellum and returned to find that Hyrule had been saved from disaster from Ganondorf and the Twilight Princess saved. Demoko has waited for centuries now for when he would be needed again. The time has come again and he is needed now more than ever.

Name: Father Thallus

 Gender: Male

 Apperance:
 Age: Unknown

 Race: Unknown

 Skills: Master Thallus is a master swordsman. He has spent his whole life mastering the sword. Along with his sword skills, Thallus is a good politician as well as a persuader, he can twist anything and make people believe it.

 Magic Abilites: Thallus was once a master in Time and Space, but his master skills have now stretched themselves across the other classes of magic, but he rarely uses magic in front of the public as to not ruin his image.

 Weapons: Sword, Dagger, Dagger, Dagger, Brass Knuckles

 Inventory: Wolfo Mask of tracking, Cloak of Deception, Gauntlets of Strength, Pendant Cross of Vision, Boots of Muffling, Red Potion, Green Potion, Blue Potion

 Bio: Thallus origins are as much of a mystery to all. He claims to have come across the Great Sea, through Termina and up into Hyrule. Most people believe it, not caring much. Thallus does not speak much of where he comes from, but mostly that he is a man of God and that he will lead the masses into salvation.

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Link was a little nervous over this whole mission, he knew a lot could go wrong very quickly if they weren't careful. He knew he had to make sure he wasn't going to get in the way of the other two so he would have to hang back and hope that everyone was going to lead the way. There was no way someone like him could lead the way when he had never done infiltration to this level, the most he did was sneak around bullies trying to catch him out. These soldiers were in no way the same as bullies, they were in a completely different league and would most definitely kill you on sight. He knew they would probably just kill him, that would be the most efficient way to get rid of him when he had very little power in the first place. He needed to be careful and leave this to the pros.

Link didn't really hold much confidence in the current plan, if they were going to be useless against this woman then there really was absolutely zero point. The only way it would work with that woman was if she was secretly against her master and just let them stroll on by. Letting out a sigh he looked to the walkway before to Caelan when he bumped him, sighing lightly, "We won because the bridge collapsed. There's no bridges to collapse here and I have no idea how to do this", he spoke, looking up to Caelan, "Don't supposed you know how to find the Princess in the castle? You're a treasure hunter so you would've been in castles before, right?" They would have to find somewhere to put the masks on without it looking too suspicious, but he didn't really know where they could do that too. Glancing to Regol he frowned before looking in the direction they were heading in. "So what, we just duck down in the crowd and pop up as Templar Knights? Someone's going to notice. Isn't there at least an alleyway somewhere?" he asked up before groaning, shaking his head, "Would be so much easier if you could talk…"

[Assistant]
So that was likely the easy part of this whole escapade wasn't it? Now that they had acquired their disguises the real challenge began, and they somehow needed to sneak into the heavily guarded Hyrule Castle. Easy, if they were invisible or had infinite power. With this ragtag trio of theirs getting even to the gates was going to be imposing, never mind all the way to the Princess. Before they could even plan the actual approach to Zelda they had go get within the castle grounds, no doubt using some manner of secret tunnel or entrance. Fighting was out of the question, especially with their numbers so low; Caelan had his water magic, Link his sword, and Regol? Truthfully he knew little if nothing about the man, nor could he even recall from the battle how he fought. Whatever the case was numbers were not on their side, a fight was absolutely unacceptable.

To make their approach they could either blend with the crowd, or use their Templar disguises and pray to the Goddesses that they worked. Neither was foolproof and both had plenty of risk, it was a matter of deciding which risks they wanted to take. Caelan was doing his best to remain optimistic about this foray yet Link was borderline having a breakdown over it, and they hadn't even decided on a plan yet. "Okay so we won't have a collapsing bridge to save us, but something will happen. I've gotten out of dozens of sticky situations, this won't be any different." Except for an all-powerful woman who saw through magic might be after their heads, that was a slight change. Giving Link a funny look when asked about the Princess he very nearly replied with a sarcastic remark, biting his tongue before shrugging instead.

"I mean... A lot of the time the ruler's quarters are either in the center of the castle, or towards the rear. That's how I've noticed them in the ruins anyways," Caelan explained, itching at his cheek as his brow furrowed slightly then in thought, "I'll have to see more of the castle before I can make any guesses, but I'd imagine it will be towards the back. Especially if the Princess is being held against her will, it'd make sense to put her as far from the entrance as possible." Or she might be underground, if there was an underground to the Castle. All the more reason for them to use a tunnel if they could, perhaps look for cells before anything else. Hearing Link yet again voice his concerns the water mage rolled his eyes, looking around the bustling plaza before pointing towards an alley between two large buildings. "We go there, change then come out the other side, double around so no one sees us. And we should check the map again for a tunnel into the castle, there's got to be at least one," Caelan mused, grabbing Link by the sleeve of his shirt and urging him along, "An escape tunnel used by the royal family, anything will work. Anything on that map, old man?"


[System]
Age: 26

Sex: Male

Height: 5' 11"

Build: Tall-ish, lithe, and wiry.

Style: Ratty, unbuttoned, flannels and hole-ridden jeans.

Hair, face, other body things: Constant dark stubble, suitably cringy tattoo of the anarchic "circle-a" on his chest, scar on his lip (from when his ill-advised lip ring was torn out during a concert).

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Concept: Tavish is a "retired" punk rocker who's youth was colored by poor choices, good music, and a distinct anti-authoritarian streak. A few rude awakenings led to him getting clean, but he never did regain a trust in authority. He inherited a bar from his retired parents and now leads a semi-legitimate life, harboring a great deal of resentment toward the powers-that-be.

Disposition: Caustic, adventurous, and impulsive, Tavish has started trying to be more easy-going and keep his short temper in check.

Fears: Handcuffs, helplessness, relapsing

Morals: Tavish sees the world as "us against them," and find his moral code a great deal more flexible when the victims are the powerful. Stealing from your neighbor is wrong, but shoplifting from a superstore is a-okay. It's shitty to bring your friends to a fight with the asshole down the street, unless that asshole is a cop. Tavish also prizes voluntary cooperation, even if he's not the easiest guy to work with.

History: Tavish was born to a Scottish father and an Irish mother in Glasgow, but his family moved to Utopia when he was thirteen. His father used all of his savings to purchase an old building that he converted to an almost-respectable pub. He aced every test he ever took in school, but displayed a pervasive apathy toward his studies. After several years of barely passing classes that were well within his ability, disciplinary action due to his proclivity for fighting, and a visit or two from the truancy officer, Tavish dropped out of school to start a band with two of his friends.

Their music career never really took off, but that didn't keep them from trying. None of them were virtuosos with their instruments, and Tavish's singing voice was only barely tolerable. There was little to set them apart from every other shitty three-chord punk band, but still they plugged away. Naturally, with the music came the drugs. Within two years, every member of the band was more or less dependent on some substance or another. Of course, drugs, punk rock, and a distrust of authority led to legal issues. Tavish served short jail stints for public intoxication, curfew and route violations, vandalism, and petty theft. During one of those jail stints, he was savagely beaten an officer after he made a joke about the officer's wife. The officer was reprimanded, but the incident was otherwise covered up. Tavish suffered a head injury that led to cortical blindness in his left eye.

Shortly after he got out of jail, his band played a small show in a bar on the outskirts of town. After the show, the bands drummer, Conn McCarthy, overdosed on heroin and was pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics. This shook Tavish to his core. He left the band and checked himself into rehab. He went back to his parents and was given a job in the bar. After a series of raids shut down other, less-reputable bars, his parents decided to sell the bar and leave town. Tavish, having some strange attachment to the city, convinced his parents to give him the bar and retire in Ireland.

Tavish was all set up to lead a normal, legitimate life, and it didn't suit him. He hired Sandra Claire, a down-on-her-luck Brooklynite, as his only other employee. Then, he fell in with the Resistance. He was risking everything his parents had built, and he loved it.

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It was a slow night, and he was working alone. There were only a few people in the bar. Two grumbling old men sitting near his dad's beat-up old jukebox, complaining about Tav's choice in music. There was a middle-aged lady sitting at the bar, as far from the door as she could be, guzzling glasses of brandy as fast as he could pour them. Tavish was the only one working, and the relative quiet prompted a rare introspective mood. He idly looked over his liquor shelf, and moved to pick up a bottle. As he did so, he noticed a series of small, faded scars across his right knuckles. He frowned, remembering how he got them.

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It had been two days after his twenty-first birthday. He'd just gotten out of jail, and his head still throbbed. He'd gotten the shit kicked out of him after he'd made a joke about one of the officer's wives. He'd taken a kick to the head, and his skull had bounced against the concrete floor of the cell. Damage to the occipital lobe. Loss of vision in his left eye. Bad, bad headaches.

He was pissed.

He'd have liked to get the cop who beat him, an Officer Beckem, but honestly, any cop would do. He, Conn, and Obi got blitzed in Conn's apartment and headed out onto the streets.

Tavish couldn't remember the officer's name, but he remembered his face. Young-ish, with a brown buzzcut and narrow blue eyes. He'd made the mistake of patrolling alone in a darker area of town. They jumped him and dragged him into an alley. Obi and Conn pinned him to the wall. Tavish hesitated, just for a moment.

"Come on, mate, we don't have all fucking night." Obi said, urging him on. Tavish steeled himself, then punched the cop as hard as he could in the face. The officer looked him in the eyes, and even though all three of them wore masks, it felt like he was studying him. Tavish punched him again. And again. He paused for a second, and his head throbbed again, and then he found the anger. He kept punching. Eventually, the man's muffled protests through the crude gag Conn had put in his mouth devolved into groans of pain. Blood stained his fist, but he hardly felt it. He remembered the friends he'd had that were stuck in prison, the classes he'd been forced to take for dissenting speech, his fucking head.

"Tav. Tav, stop!" Conn said, and Tavish was snapped out of his trance. He noticed that his hand was hurting. He looked down at it. A few of the guy's teeth were stuck in his skin, and there was some bruising on his fingers, but his hand looked better than the officer's face. "You're gonna kill him!" Tavish took a few deep breaths, but he was so pissed that he though he'd choke. He started to wind up for another punch, this time with his uninjured hand, but Conn let go of the cop and grabbed him. "Tav, please." Obi got the idea and also let go, and the cop slumped over, still breathing but out like a light. Tavish grunted and tried to get to the officer, and his friends grabbed his arms and started pulling him away.

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Tavish shivered, frightened by the memory of his anger. He'd lost his temper since then, lost that level of control, but he'd been lucky. He ruined friendships, even a relationship or two, but he'd never gotten that destructive.

He did one of the breathing exercises he'd learned in rehab. Inhale, count to four, exhale, count to four. Conn was dead, now, he'd OD'd about two weeks after that night. Tavish hadn't seen Obi in months, and the bassist was probably strung out on some stranger's bathroom floor right about now.

There were times he missed his old life. The band, the drugs, the endless nights.

This was not one of those times.

He heard one of the old men start messing with the jukebox, and his head snapped toward him.

"Touch that fuckin' jukebox and I jam those fuckin' IPA's so far up your arse, you'll be shitein' out hops for a week."

The men sat back down.

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Skills:
Improvisation: (1) Anything can be a weapon if you've got a little imagination, and Tavish has plenty. (Perception)
Bullshittery: (2) Though he's not proud of it, Tavish is a talented liar.(Perception)
Scrapper: (2) Tavish used to be quite the brawler. He's no martial artist, but he knows how to throw a punch. (Strength)
Musicianship: (1) Though he hasn't picked up his guitar in a while, Tavish is a perfectly passable musician. (Perception)

Stats:
Reflexes: -1
Speed: 1
Endurance: 0
Strength: 2
Will: 0
Perception: 2

Resources:
-Baird's Pub: A smoky little hole in the wall in a poorer part of Utopia, with a two bedroom apartment above it. Makes enough money to sustain itself, and gives Tavish a little bit less than a full time minimum wage worker's salary in profit.

-The "Shite-Mobile": A beat-up old 1994 Oldsmobile Cutlass, which requires a lot of TLC to run on the best of days and is practically useless in the winter.

-Saturday Night Special: Tavish purchased this cheap, unregistered, .38 revolver when he was nineteen. He gets little enough chance to use it, anymore. He keeps it hidden under the bar, jut for peace of mind.

-Guitar: Tavish sold the electric guitar that he played in his band a long time ago, but he held on to his father's dusty old acoustic, just in case.

Connections:
-Thomas McClellan: Tavish's maternal uncle, a primary school teacher that moonlights as a drug dealer, a fact known to no one in the family except Tavish.

-James and Moira Baird: Tavish's parents, retirees living in Galway.

-Oscar "Obi" Bowler: Tavish's childhood friend and the bassist in his band. Currently a drug-addled gas station clerk with, for better or worse, ties to what little organized crime remains in the city.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=-ej2YISuJ60

Misc. Info: Though he's in a bit of grey-area, ideologically, Tavish still enjoys reading Kropotkin.

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Felix blinked, taken aback at the appearance of the world's most bothersome bartender at this meeting of supposed revolutionaries. More so, he was surprised that she had apparently chosen to scale the building rather than check inside.

"Uh, yeah... most places do. You were contacted as well?"

And then, Felix frowned, looking at the other man on the rooftop - who, evidently, had also climbed the building. Or some building.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is going on here? Have I accidentally stumbled into some kind of wall climbing fetishist meeting? Why is everyone suddenly arriving to places having climbed buildings to get here?"

[Assistant] "Oh, I see. De little boy tinks he's a big... Smart Man becawze he knows where all de stairs are. Ya' dig?" She had to stop to huff out some air due to the climb. "Sawhry, we weren't all blessed wit' de knowledge dat dese abandoned buildings have wawhkin' stairs, asshole!" Finally, she moves towards them, stretching out her limbs and at least allowing herself the knowledge that she was able to climb the building. Unlke this guy, apparently. "Smart enough tuh know all about stairs, but not smart enough tuh take off dat squirrel whose died on his head"

[User]
"I mean... it's a building. A multistory building, built by people who - at least generally - either cannot or will not scale the side of it to get upstairs to go to the bathroom. I mean, what- what else do you expect? You didn't even check inside, what the heck? And what's this about my hair? Do you have any idea how rude you can be?"

Felix huffed at her in annoyance, his hand still discreetly wrapped around the grip of his gun, finger off the trigger, safety still on.

"As if your accent wasn't bad enough, honestly. You're meant to know English - I'm the foreigner here, after all."

[Assistant]
"Aye, dinnae worry, you get used tae it after a while." A thick Scottish brogue echoed up the staircase, and it was followed by a lanky, dark-haired, scot. He looked around at the assembled people, those who must've received messages similar to his own. He'd known that Sandra would be there, and he had to admit that it was nice to see a familiar face. She wasn't the only one of those, though. He knew Felix. He and the detective had something of an understanding. Felix would buy drinks and leave nice tips, and Tavish would keep an ear out and violate that oh-so-sacred bartender-patron-confidentiality by telling Felix anything he might find interesting. He smirked teasingly at Sandra. "Or desensitized, anyway."

He looked at the only one of the three he didn't recognize, and he wondered briefly if it might've been smart to bring his revolver. He'd have liked the added insurance, but he didn't have a holster. He could've tucked it into the waistband of his pants, but that seemed like a good way to sit down weird and accidentally fire it off and the last think he needed was a .38 bullet to the groin.