[System]
Klara Blake

"I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?"

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Character Summary
Aliases: None
Age: 18
Birthday: February 14, 1674
Death Date: March 12, 1692
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts
Godly Parent: Thor
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Old Norse

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Appearance
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Weight: 121 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century.

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Psychology
Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki.

 However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you.
Fatal Flaw: Pride
Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Swimming, reading
Fears:
* Snakes
* Heights
* Fire

Likes:
* Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!)
* Playing tricks on people
* Fighting
* Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid)
* Swimming
* Books

Dislikes:
* Spiders
* Snakes (the bane of her existence)
* Fire
* Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic)
* Liars
* People she thinks are idiots

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Skills
Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)
* Super Strength
* Goat Vision!

General Skills:
* Cooking
* Persuasion
* Perception
* Lock Picking
* Drawing
* Knowledge of Animals
* Tracking

Combat Skills:
* Sword Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Knife Combat
* Knife Throwing
* Shields

Magic Item:
* Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry.
* Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died.
* Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives.
* A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach.
* Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side
* Another knife in a small sheath on her right side
* Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* More throwing knives gallore!
* Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills
* Her artwork on display
* Drawing supplies
* A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her.
* Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times.

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History

Biography
 Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick.

 They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what.

 Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla:
 She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody

Extra Information: Posty post Aesir
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Relations

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Klara Blake
"Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛
"She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have."
Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then.

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💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜
"One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs."
Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations.

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💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛
"She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though."
The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly.

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Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol
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[User]
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Location: Niflheim
Skills: Combat; Spear and Shield

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"I do agree, running seems like a good idea." Lara could see they were getting outnumbered as more dragur appeared at that point, and there were more coming out of the woods. She did take another stab at the drauger in front of her and it crumpled to the ground, having been taken out by her attacks. Thankfully that did mean there was some space between them and the dragurs that were working their ways out of the woods.

She ran after Arnora and then smiled a bit as she saw the ice wall go up and was about to thank Arnora when Elizabeth got hit in the leg. Lara dashed after them, going to grab Elizabeth's other side to help support her as they ran off. "So where are we going to go... should we try to get back in the boat or just roll the dice and pray luck is on our side?"

[Assistant]
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Runa Johansson

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Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 Runa gaped with astonishment as Klara's kitten transformed into a giant beast, easily the size of a tiger. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around everything that she was seeing and experiencing since dying. In some moments, she wanted to run from the information - but she knew that really her only path forward was just to accept the chaos swirling around her. Like for instance, she still didn't know why they couldn't ask someone else for directions, but apparently that wasn't an option - that or Klara and Nadia just hadn't heard her suggest it. She bit her lip slightly as the bully offered to give them the tools, in exchange for an IOU more or less.

 Nadia didn't think it was a good idea, and Runa trusted her when she said that. She didn't know what sort of favors the bully may ask for, but if Nadia thought it was a dangerous deal, then there was no way Runa was going to support taking it. "No thank you," Runa told the giant, speaking softly but still loudly enough that he would be able to hear her.


[System]
I'm going to go ahead and carry my character over, I probably should have done this a while ago honestly.
Appearance:

Gender: Male

Bending ability if any: None

Birthplace: Somewhere in Republic City

Backstory: As far as anyone knows, Cricket has spent his entire life in the streets. He has been a thief since he was very young, and has learned the tricks of the trade mostly through trial and error. Over the years he's gained somewhat of a reputation for himself throughout Republic City's underworld as a reliable professional.

Items/weapons on person: A dagger, his lock picking equipment, and several bombs.

Physical Attributes and Abilities:

Weapon proficiency: Dagger (II)
Move silently (II)
Infiltration (II)

[User] Tikaani unmounted Siku and took a few steps toward the voice. She felt a shiver go down her spine from the ominous person, but ignored the feeling. Bowing her head slightly in greeting, she replied, "Yes. I was called by the White Lotus here and I am here to answer that call." Tikaani raised her head back up. Siku growled softly and rolled over onto her back lazily.

[Assistant] Zayric sat idly by on the basement floor twiddling his mecha suit's thumbs. He was pretty bored even though it had only been about five minutes. After a while he finally heard voices coming from upstairs and decided to investigate. He noisily came up that stairs as he didn't really care if anyone knew he was there "hey are you guys the White Loctus people? I've been waiting down there for a while now and it's getting really boring." he complained.

[User] For a brief moment the thief was startled by the noise. His dark clothing and the fact that there was almost no light to speak of helped keep him hidden, but there was nothing here to hide behind. "I received the same invitation you apparently did, yes." the thief replied to Zayric. He opened the door just slightly and peered out. He decided that Tikaani and her animal didn't look particularly dangerous and opened the door completely. "Come in. The fact that we're meeting in a place like this is a strong indicator that they don't want us standing out in the open."

[Assistant] Tikaani nudged Siku, making the lazy cat get back up with a staunch huff. She motioned for her to follow as they entered the temple. She looked around and saw that there were two people. "Hello." Siku walked over to Zayric and the big cat started to sniff him all over. Tikaani smiled and crossed her arms. "Looks like Siku made a new friend." Siku purred and licked Zayric's face.

[User]
"Another bullseye," Sanrock says to himself, "I'm on a roll." He had been left with only twenty-one rifle rounds and three derringer rounds. Along with firing the guns, he had used his abilities to throw rocks at the targets as well. They weren't large rocks, though they weren't pebbles or anything around that size. Probably wouldn't be able to crush a person if they couldn't even knock over the sign.

Then again, if he did want to kill someone, that's what the guns were for. Using his earthbending, he lifted several rocks in the air and aimed them at the target. But, upon hearing the voice behind him, the rocks fell to the ground. Sanrock turned to look at the person who was talking, then replied: "Help? What for?"

[Assistant]
Shizue waved her last customer goodbye, closing up the shop with a soft sigh and slowly started cleaning up the place alone since she had sent her helpers home long ago. She didn't mind the work but sometimes she wished that her father was still around, the two of them laughing and joking at the end of a long days work, well at least when she was here. It had come to her attention many times that her not being here enough was her biggest regret since she had stupidly believed he would always be here or at least be around for a long time. She knew life was not always fair so why had she thought traveling was a good idea? Well, she knew why and she couldn't really say she hadn't wanted to do it again. She missed the open air and riding with Mitsuru through unknown places or even in areas no one dared go but she would not let go of this place. Many offers had been made to buy the place but she didn't trust them with her father's baby that he built from the ground up and the only people she did trust to take it refused to keep it. They were willing to help but they didn't want to own what they knew should stay hers.
What should I even do? she thought to herself, tidying the back counter for the next day when her hand brushed up against an envelope. Shizue frowned, wondering what on earth something like that was doing there until a light of recognition appeared in her eyes at the strange thing. She had almost completely forgot about the elders mysterious blank envelope and now she had no distractions of the day to stop her from seeing just what he had given to her. The letter inside had not been what she expected at all and even more so...did she want to go? Was this some kind of trick? Why would they want her? The man didn't seem like the kind to set her up so should she give it a try? It could be worth it.

She spent hours mulling over the idea and she had finally come to a conclusion as she prepared for anything that might happen. Shizue set up someone to run the shop tomorrow, packed as if she were going on a trip and pulled on her weapons to be prepared if attacked. Once everything was set and locked up, she moved to the back of her home and smiled at the Addapard grazing there. Mitsuru poked his head up, moving over to Shizue to place his face against her own with a strange like purr coming from his chest. She giggled, rubbing his neck before kissing his nose and spoke to the animal before her as if talking to another being."We have somewhere to go and I have a feeling your not going to like it." she replied as she watched his ears go back and they down so she could get them ready for the trip. Of course she was now going to deal with the boy pouting the whole trip and being on the defensive around her so she pitied the one who tried to attack her. She saddled him up, adding the packs to his holders before gracefully climbing on as Mitsuru stood. He jumped over the fence, dashing off into the night with Shizue leading him in the direction to the temple. It was not long before they arrived, others already gathered near the entrance and she wondered if they too had gotten the same letter or if they were a part of this. Well, at least I am not the first or only to arrive or I might have been nervous." Shizue stated before hopping off her ride and carefully petting the others fur to keep him calm. Mitsuru let her calm him a bit before he moved away from her side, headed for a place to lay down or hide till she returned for him once more but his ears stayed perked and on high alert.

[User] Zayric laughed a bit as the animal before him licked his face. He loved animals but he had never gotten one of his own since he didn't think he was up for that kind of responsibility but that didn't mean he didn't still wish he had one. "So what are your names? Not much use sitting around here and just calling each other mister and misses" Zayric asked as he gave Siku a pet with his suit's hand.

[Assistant] Tikaani smiled and crossed and placed her hands on her hips. "Well. That's Siku." Siku purred at her name and nuzzled more against Zayric. "And now you will always be your friend."Tikanni laughed and walked over to them. "I'm Tikaani. What's your name?" She patted Siku on the back, making her back off of him.

[User]
"Hmph," Jalika grunted again, "Alright," she said unevenly. "I'll go witchu, but," she took a wobbling step toward him, holding a wavering finger in his general direction, "Those not-exactly-spies keep and eye on the grove while I'm gone, okay?"

When the White Lotus man agreed she flung her arms into the air, "Okay! You hire a ferry for me?" She could fly on a spider-moth, and they were willing to let her, but she preferred not to make them. If she needed a ride, she could call them from a distance with a special mix of pollens she kept in a bag.

[Assistant]
"I'm not supposed to tell you too much." the gunman said to Sanrock. "Only that they could use you in Republic City for a matter of great importance, and soon. I've been instructed to secure your entry into the city and tell you where to go, should you accept."

"Cricket." the thief said plainly in response to Zayric. He cracked the door once again to see what the noise coming from outside was and spotted a young woman with a riding animal he didn't recognize. "If you're here because the White Lotus contacted you, I suggest you come in before you draw attention to your presence."

"Yes, naturally." the Lotus member said to Jalika. "I've been instructed to provide you with both a ride to the border and a ferry into the city, although I won't be able to accompany you for the latter. Are you ready to go?"

[User]
She did not answer immediately, instead, Jalika selected a spot in the overgrown mothberry and thrust her arm all the way to the shoulder into the thicket. There was a moment of struggle, a slurred and indistinct curse, and when she pulled her hand free she had a traditional airbender's staff. She leaned on it as if she couldn't stand on her own, despite the fact that she had been just fine a moment ago, and then gestured to the Lotus agent. "Le's go."

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One journey later, complete with quite dramatically losing her lunch over the side of the ferry, and Jalika was in the right neighborhood. She stumbled through the streets, and seemed to decide on the abandoned she entered entirely at random. She noticed another person on the otherwise empty streets, riding an animal she thought, though all of her assumptions were based on air movement over her skin. Someone inside the meeting place noticed either the other person, or Jalika, and stepped out to ask if they were summoned by the Lotus.

"They did," she said, and slipped past him before she could be questioned further.

[Assistant] "The name's Zayric. Its nice to meet you Tikanni, Cricket and Siku." Zayric said said with a smile as he looked over the group now inhabiting the temple. By the sounds coming from outside and Cricket's own actions it seemed that others were about to join them but before that happened Zayric put his suit into a sitting position and locked the legs up making it essentially a overcomplicated chair.

[User] Cricket nodded at Zayric but didn't say anything, he wasn't really much for niceties. After letting the two in, Cricket turned to Jalika. The only reason he hadn't gone straight to the basement yet was because he didn't want to be the first one down the on the chance that this was a setup. "If you're heading down, lead the way." he said.

[Assistant] Shizue felt a bit awkward as she stepped in, going completely unnoticed except for the male which she caught was named Cricket as he was the one that told her to come in. She didn't feel like interrupting everyone by introducing herself if she had barely been noticed so she stayed silent and hoped that this wasn't some huge trap that they were all being lead to. Shizue took a deep breath, stepping up to the staircase that lead into the basement and stared down into its depths. After all, someone had to be first so why not? She looked to Cricket as he spoke up, smiling a bit before shrugging and heading on down. They could follow if they wanted or if this was a trap than at least they could get out even if she didn't. "Here we go then."

[User] There were more people here than Jalika had expected. Though, he had nvwr had much to go on to form expectations in the first place. She made no effort to introduce herself, and simply followed behind the girl who took it upon herself to be first to go down.

[Assistant]
"This city is huge." Tanno said to herself as she walked down the street. All around her, the buildings were large but compact. There was metal everywhere, including on the police force, which she saw chasing a young boy through the streets. With precise aim, Tanno lifted a small brick right in front of the boy's foot, causing him to tumble and roll, allowing the police to catch him. By the time they had noticed the raised brick, Tanno was gone from the scene. "I need to find a hotel." she said with a yawn. "Sleeping on the ground isn't good for me."

Tanno hadn't noticed the man following her from a distance. He had seen her precise bending and knew she was going to be a good addition.

Unable to find a hotel on her own, she began trying to ask people that passed her, though nobody would stop and listen. "Sir, could you-... Ma'am, would you-... Excuse me, sirs-..." It went on for a few minutes before one man finally did stop. "Could you tell me where a hotel is?" Instead of answering, he handed her an envelope. "Is this a map?" she asked, but when she looked up, he was already gone. With a shrug, she opened the envelope, reading the message inside. It told her where to go though she didn't really know where that was.

After a couple more hours of traveling, she arrived at the building and proceeded to enter rather loudly. When questioned about the entrance, she held up the envelope with the White Lotus emblem. The motioned her through to the others, who seemed to be standing in front of a downward staircase.

Tanno eyed the staircase with a frown, moving past everyone to look it over. Despite being very tired, she knew they were a bit afraid of traps. "Hold on." she said, lightly pulling on the shoulder of the girl about to step down. She slammed her fist against the wall, focusing on the vibrations. Through this, she'd be able to tell if there were any traps, of which there were none. "Safe." she said, beginning her descent with a loud yawn.


[System]
Etzer Kirtzao

Character Summary
Aliases: Drake Fang, White Scale, Ezra Pierce
Titles: The Bold Rider, Lancer of Truth, Boundary Piercer, Master of Winter, King of Beasts
Age: 32
Place of Origin: The Jaggerjack Mountains
Kingdom: The Rose Dominion
Gender:  Male
Time of Death: 7000 years ago.

Physical Attributes
Eyes: Slate grey, piercing like a rapier's tip.
Hair: Messy, dirty blond. It often appears windswept and unkempt.
Day To Day Attire: Heavy shirts and long winter robes made of thick animal pelts and hides. Dark clothing with maybe a flash of silver or trophies made from his hunts like teeth or scales often make their way into his accessorizing.
Strengths: Determination, perserverance, honesty, dauntless, loves learning new things
Weaknesses: headstrong, gullible, stubborn, arrogant, awful at taking care of himself

Psychological Attributes
Fearless * Optimistic * Selfless * Empathic

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
 While quite reckless in his youth, Etzer's rebellious spirit grew into that of the hardened hero that lead to the end of an oppressive empire. Etzer rarely takes no for an answer and refuses to believe that you're out of options until he can't lift his weapon any further. That being said, he's always valued the strength of his companions and has never thought that working alone would lead to success. Contrary to some of his habits, he has a love for wildlife and the wild spirit of youth and has deep respect for both, especially when he can watch someone grow beyond the limits of their fears.

 His strongest flaw has always been the mistakes he makes to put out his own neck to save those he cares about. He often forgets about important things related to his health because there are many things in this world that are significantly more important. It would be difficult to assume he has a low opinion of himself based on his arrogant behaviour, yet his own well being always seems to be an afterthought. He was never comfortable watching someone die in battle especially if they didn't believe in it, but he was always willing to take the hit regardless of how central he was to the task at hand.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

* Monster Tamer (Grandmaster): Etzer's greatest achievement was befriending his drake mount, Vakir, but he only gained the creature's attention by the training and education he underwent to gain an uncanny ability to befriend monsters. It was a trick of magic, of sorts, but most of it came from learning about the creatures and their behaviour. The drake claimed he had a heart like theirs: thirsty for victory, but Etzer was the only one the being would call his friend and the only warrior he would carry into battle, though many creatures were won over by this skill.
* Cavalier (Master): Starting with horses like all boys do; Etzer could supplement his skill at taming beasts with his skill at riding them. He was seen as quite the accomplished rider in his time, and knew how to adapt his skill towards any beast.
* Lancefighting (Master): Though he much preferred fighting on the back of something else, Etzer could hold his own in a battle with a polearm. His trusty spear was something he held in great regard and is what left his tale as one of a hero instead of one of a tragedy.
* Martial Weapons (Expert): He may have been a master when it came to the lance, he was sufficiently skilled in a number of other weapons ranging from other polearms to swords to axes. Though he usually only kept an extra weapon or two on him in case of emergencies, his capability with most weapons was more than enough to hold his own.
* Tactics (Expert): His father was an accomplished general, and despite how he hated it Etzer was schooled in military tactics from a young age. While he much preferred to rush into the front lines from the sky, he could provide sufficient input to tactical skills to at least analyze threats and general risk.
* Druidic Magic (Journeymen): While he only really used this skill to give him a bit of an edge when it came to understanding dangerous creatures, he was mostly mediocre at all other aspects of it. Vakir teased him often for his shameful spellcraft and it mostly became a parlour trick with some gusts of wind. He preferred to leave that skill to those with their feet on The World. He preferred to soar above it.

Magic
A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. Maximum of four.
* Oath of the Beast: A druidic promise he could use to place himself into the mindset of the beasts he encountered. This allowed for him to understand the creature with which he was making contact, and convince them to join his side if possible. While this spell does not guarantee that they will listen, it was often the only way to be understood and demonstrate he could understand the other creature. Naturally, this was more useful on less-intelligent creatures, and it has no effect on humans, but this became a simple promise he made to The World to allow him to make contact with these other creatures. This magic would only work on one creature at a time and causes Etzer to react somewhat ferally to those that try to snap him out of the spell.

Artifacts
A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.
* Feather Fall Boots: Enchanted for him by his druid mentor deep in the woods, these iron boots have images of wings emblazoned on their sides, and when the heels tap together the wing images shine with white light. While active, he can control the speed of his descent from no matter what height. The boots have been with him a long time, their secondary enchantment allowing for their size to grow with his feet.
* Amulet of Dragonspeech: Entrusted to him by Vakir, his trusted companion, this amulet allowed for him to be in constant communication with his drake companion for miles via a telepathic link. Its crafted from Vakir's white scales formed into a tiny shield that's held by a chain around his neck. When Vakir speaks, it flashes white.
* Spear of Returning:  The spear appeared at his side when it was announced that his father was to be executed for treason. Whenever thrown at something from a distance, he needs only call its name (Selene's Rose) and it returns to his side. It was named after his grandmother and has pink rose petals decorating the silver, weighted tip of the lance with a pink ribbon tied down from the shaft that has not disintegrated in years.

[User]
The woman lets the group gather their senses as several of them ask the obvious question - but that was something to be expected. Others stir in silence and offer aid to one another as they all try to make sense of their sudden revival. Some of them are more upset than others, but overall she approved of the group's ability to adapt to the situation. Finally, she turned, sword's hilt cupped in one hand as she seemed to address the group as a whole. "The Pale Lady expects us to be heroes, as we've been referred to throughout the ages," she starts. "No matter any ill-will that had been caused by us in our lives, she selected everyone for their hearts - the ability to answer the call to set aside everything for what was right during our times." Ravness glances to the village and sighs, almost at a loss like everyone else. "However, we do not know what sort of opponent we face just yet... a strange thing, indeed, to drain the life from the World in such a manner. Not even the greatest Liches are capable of these sorts of feats." Taking a deeper breathe as to finally answer the burning question, "though indeed I know our next step. We are meant to march down this mountain into the plains. There, we will encounter something that is meant for us." In truth, she could only lead this band as far as the Light told her, but she knew the Lady was to be trusted.

Glancing to Mortimer, she quietly decides to let the past life rival answer the question himself. Soon they would all realize that their time had long past. The woman pauses and gives a small curtsy, blade still balanced in her off-hand. "However for now, my name is Ravness Beoulve. I would ask that everyone introduce themselves, as we are on this quest together." The paladin had absolutely no idea how far or wide her legend are truly gone in her time past, only that she had accepted the title of Queen's Guard, avatar to the Pale Lady, and died protecting others at the hand of one of the most powerful Liches to exist since.

[Assistant]
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How curious.

Blue eyes had fluttered open, revealing an unfamiliar surrounding. Slowly getting to her feet, Fiametta dusted her dress off some, though her curiosity got the better of her as she looked around. Where was this? Her memory failed to tell her where she was or how she got there. No, that wasn't entirely true, there was this light...but beyond that she had either forgotten or couldn't quite grasp an understanding of what had happened. She did remember her father's spear being driven through her chest, and her hands flew up to the spot in response. No hole, no blood, she seemed fine. Well, not fine, there were eerie magics at work, things beyond her understanding and knowledge. This place seemed disconnected from the one she was used to, though she figured standing around wasn't going to do much for her. Did she accidentally burn the village down? No, she would've remembered. Maybe. Hopefully.

Not too far away was a group of people she did not recognize. She approached them rather cautiously, although the paladin with hair as red as her dress looked familiar somehow. As she spoke and introduced herself, the name definitely rang a bell. "Of Igros?" She found herself asking. "My husband knows of you. I am Fiametta Teralyn of Vertouhi."


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases:
Never one for fancy nicknames, he just lets people call him Ray.

Age:
38

Gender:
Male

Position:
Professor.

Primary:
Necromancy

Secondary:
Blood Magic and Toxin Production.

Description:
Ray has certainly brought his dress code up since his...old life. He still enjoys muted tones, but his collection of coats with the elbow patches
and plain slacks and dress boots make him look somewhat more mature than his sense of humour would suggest. His black hair is kept short and neatly
pomaded back, and he doesn't let his beard go beyond the rough stubble phase anymore. He cuts an average figure, standing at even six feet tall.
He looks like just another guy.

Personality:
Ray has something of a dry sense of humour, interspersed with a penchant for well-timed quips. Often times he uses sarcasm
or self-deprecation to steer somebody away from the subject of his past. Otherwise, he's a devoted teacher and takes his
lessons very seriously.

Skills:
He has an intimate knowledge of Necromancy and Blood Magic, owing to a tragic, criminal past. He gained his knowledge of Toxin Production during the war, providing a valuable boon to the Council's forces.
During his time in the war, he became an accomplished swordsman, with a preference towards one-handed, single edged blades. He still has the Sabre he was given when he passed basic training, though it hasn't been used in so long it's enchantment has mostly worn away.

Weaknesses:
His past, definitely. Although it would seem to be behind him, and he outwardly appears to have made peace with it, the guilt still lingers. Anyone with enough knowledge of it could manipulate his emotions to their own will with the right finesse.

Brief History:
Ray was once a promising young student of Magic. He excelled in Necromancy, despite lacking the stereotypical demeanor of Necromancers. He was a voracious learner, and whatever time not spent with his girlfriend Kyra, was spent with his nose in books. He eventually came to chance upon a recruitment agent for the Doomsday Cult and master of Blood Magic named Mathias Delancourt who saw potential in Ray's eagerness and naivete. He took the boy under his wing, acting as something of a tutor. All the while he was taking control of Ray's mind,
diverting him to the world of Blood Magic. It all culminated one stormy night at Ray's official initiation into the cult, wherein he plunged a dagger into the heart of an innocent man. His punishment was severe. Mathias was executed, Ray was not. The next decade of his life made him wish he had been. Ray had murdered an innocent man for the Doomsday Cult, and thus deserved to be tried and punished. However, the Council was embroiled in war with that very cult, and could not afford to execute an able Wizard. Ray was drafted into service under the Council to fight their war. Kyra had joined voluntarily, after tearfully leaving Ray a year earlier when it became apparent who he had been getting involved with. The war took her, and Ray was shattered. The love of his life died hating him, and he had never been able to let that go. Upon completion of his service, his record was cleared and he was let go a free man. His employment options basically non-existent, he took up the councils offer to put his unfortunate knowledge of Black Magic to some good use and make sure the next generation of Wizards and Witches did not stray down the same tragic path he did.
Thus his unexpected tenure at Marchand, a place he could do well and be closely monitored. Nobody really knows his past exactly, only that he fought in the war and that his drafting was anything but orthodox, but the rumours spread around the faculty and alumni.
He does his best to ignore or deflect them.

[User]
Mariana checked her phone one final time for a reply before tucking it into the pocket of her sweater.

"It's good to know you've both kept busy," she said, quite aware of the lack of specificity either of them had offered in the subject. "Though I'm guessing it would be a stretch to say that 'keeping busy' and 'keeping out of trouble' overlap much." There was a fondness in her voice as she said this; not a sense of victory that her life had been more smooth, but rather some assurance in the sense that she still knew something about them.

Some things were simply how they were.

And Montana, for all of his quizzical posturing, had always been one of those things to her. Easy to read. Easy to predict.

He was likely doing whatever thing one would least guess him to be.

"It's all quite the coincidence, though, isn't it? No matter what we've all gotten up to, we're all here now. Teachers." She looked at both of them with a raised eyebrow for a moment, her train of thought derailed by Montana's final comment.

"Maybe a bit overdue," she said, and was very glad that Ray was there to prevent anything further on the subject. "Almost as overdue as my arrival here, really. I haven't the foggiest idea where anything is."

[Assistant]
"Clearly you don;t know much about mage families huh." Dinah responded to Yoko's remark, rolling her eyes.
There was no telling some people, and she lacked the patience or the interest to attempt to explain it.

She then turned her attentions to Larke. He was, at least, relatively sociable, which made things easier...even if their conversation hadn't even really gotten past the pleasantries when he found he had something else to do.
"It's cool, Sterling. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to." Dinah responded, sinking her hands into her pockets.
"Wouldn't have bothered even showing up if I had a thin skin about it."

Or, possibly in some way she did, as she was taking the fairly sincere attempt on his part as the young Sterling's way of trying to back away from the bloodline dumpster fire that was the Fox daughter without potentially offending her.

"I gotta go drop my bags anyway. If you do actually mean it about looking round, I'll probably be hanging round here in a bit, if not, nice taking to ya, no hard feelings."

She made her way out toward her room, shrugged her backpack off onto the bed, and closed the door.
She did, with any luck, have a little while before whoever her roommate was showed up, so she had a bit of a grace period to hide everything that was contraband before she was found.

Ventilation grille would work pretty well.

[User]
The waxy sheen of cold sweat had spread from Professor Byrne's brow to cover her face and neck by the time she had returned to her own room and slammed the door. She flung her suit jacket down to the floor before slumping her herself, hands shaking as she clawed to unbutton the soaked fabric at her collar.

 "Sonofabitch," she mumbled, leaning her head back against the cool stone of the wall.

The hair tie binding her messy orange locks was the next to be torn away, followed by the remaining buttons of her shirt. Stray strands of hair clung to her face, starkly contrasting against her sickly pallor.

The ribbed fabric of her undershirt had been so thoroughly drenched that the lines of her chest tattoos and the shape of her scars showed though. She fanned the neckline with shaking fingers.

 "Don't bother scolding me," she said, eyes turned up to the ceiling.  "I can handle it, K. It won't happen again."

[Assistant]
I wish I could believe it was coincidence, Mari...I really do.
Ray just smiled, glad to have some friendly, familiar faces here, even if a good fifty percent of the faculty gave him chills.
"Heh, yeah this place can be a bit of a maze. It took me a while to figure it out, but give it time and it will become second nature to you."
It had been a long time since Ray had been able to just fall into easy banter like this, and it did a lot to lift his spirits. Without even realizing it his shoulders slackened, releasing some of that constant tension he carried like a stone. It almost made him forget about what a complete fucking train wreck his life had become.

"I was just heading back to my quarters now, I can help you find yours if you'd like." Ray himself had gotten lost too many times when he first arrived, and eventually learned his way there through trial and error. The one time he had sheepishly asked for directions he made the mistake of asking Maeve. Her stony silence and diamond scowl set the tone for the rest of her and Ray's interaction thus far, and it was something he found hard to forget.

[User]
"I will bother, though I'm not sure why I do at this point."

The slender form of Professor Kovalenko melted out of the shadow of the wardrobe. Her straight hair, neatly buttoned coat, and impassive expression forming an almost complete antithesis of her counterpart.

"We've got an operation to run here Byrne. You need to keep this under control before someone ends up getting hurt."
She reached into the draw on the one side of the room, withdrew a medicine bottle, and dropped it down beside Maeve. The pills in the bottle rattled.

"I don't need to remind you what we've got to worry abou-"

She paused. Oren's gaze flicked over to the door.

Drawn on top of the wood panelling was an intricate symbol of wavy lines, within a circle, punctuated with a line and a smaller circle issuing from it... or rather it would be had a large swipe not been erased, like it had been wiped with a cloth.

Professor K sighed through her teeth and took some brisk steps up to the door. Her coat was unbuttoned, sleeve drawn up, and an obsidian athame drawn from its sheath at her hip, and within moments Oren was painting her blood over the gaps in the ward.

A silence ward.
The ward that was meant for the express purpose of preventing their private conversations being audible to anyone outside in the corridor who happened to listen.

"We're really going to have to do something about the ward problem."

[Assistant]
Tatia was on her way to what she was pretty sure was the girl's dorms when she heard speech from behind a closed door.

 "I can handle it, K. It won't happen again."

Tatia slowed down as she passed, catching hint of the buried urgency in the tones and catching a bad case of curiosity as she did so.

"I will bother, though I'm not sure why I do at this point. We've got an operation to run here Byrne. You need to keep this under control before someone ends up getting hurt."

An operation to run? Interesting choice of words for a schoolteacher. Tatia had come to a full halt by now, and had inched toward the door.

In a brief lull, Tatia thought she could hear something rattle like large beads in a maraca. Tatia couldn't think of many other objects that made that noise. And since none of the professors looked like they moonlighted in a mariachi band, Tatia guessed a pill bottle.

"I don't need to remind you what we've got to worry abou-"

When the voice of Professor Kovalenko cut off, followed by quick footsteps toward the door, Tatia nearly fell over in her haste to assume a casual, just-walking-here retreat down the hallway. Damned idiotic of her to try to eavesdrop on literal actual witches. She half expected the door to bang open behind her and one of the professors to shout her down, but nothing happened and she found her room without incident.

Something, evidently, was up with Professor Byrne. Something that could get people hurt.

Huh.

In case things weren't weird enough.

[User]
The day had passed without much event, in the grand scope of things. Many students, after becoming settled in their dorms, had taken to wandering the grounds at their leisure. Poking into the classrooms, holing themselves in the library- a few had commandeered the pool, enjoying the vast openness of the place while they could. For the most part, the students were left largely to their own devices.

Except, of course, when the occasional handful of students attempted to wander off site. The professors were surprisingly quick to catch stragglers.

After a few hours of this, the overhead speakers suddenly crackled to life with a bright, cheerful jingle. The dinner bell. Regardless if any students hoped to avoid eating, anyone outside the cafeteria would be eventually shepherded there, awaited by a feast that quite easily put brunch to shame.

Roast beef and potatoes stewing in broth, buttered rolls, sauteed mushrooms. It had been made more to leave an impression than anything, it seemed, although one Madison Lovette certainly wasn't complaining. He reclined at his seat at the teacher's table, sipping idly at a mug of hot chocolate as he watched the students buzz about. It had been a good first day, he thought. Certainly not perfect, but still good.

He could only hope that the classes would go just as well.

Madison took another swig, winced as he burned the roof of his mouth, then dabbed his lips clean.

[Assistant]
Ray sat beside Madison, eating in small, contented bites. It was supremely delicious, better than anything he had eaten in about a decade. He didn't think anything could burn away the memory of MRE's, but damn it all if this smorgasbord didn't. His lesson plans were sorted, his curriculum all but memorized and he was now available to catch some small moment of leisure before trying to whip these kids into something closely resembling decent spell casters.
The real trick would be to teach them how to make better decisions than he did. He would teach from the basics of Necromancy and Blood Magic beyond, but place heavy, heavy emphasis on defending against both of them. Blood Magic and Necromancy had gotten into the mess that had been his twenties. No other foolish kid deserved that life.

He leaned back in his chair, taking a short break from his meal, and spoke to Madison.
"It's kinda funny, isn't it? We fought a war once, but I'm quaking more about my first lesson than I was about my first battle."
Of course, back then Ray was hoping his first battle would kill him, and so was the Council. No need to waste time on his execution that way.
Ease up, there Ray ol' boy. This is a nice dinner time chat. Don't get all morbid on things now...
"Who knew this many kids could be so damn scary," he said with a light chuckle."


[System]
Nickname: None.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, about 6"3, African American with a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. Always with five o'clock shadow. Has dreadlocks that come to just below his shoulders, which he intends to cut off once he graduates. Full lips, easy grin, muscular. Usually wears a close fitting black tshirt and jeans, and white Jordans.
Ex: Adelisa Davis
Favourite Color: Grey
Favourite music: Rap, Rock, Indie, Classical. He's into nearly everything but death metal and pop.
Hobbies: Reading, drawing and painting, swimming, hiking, video games.
Animals: Great Dane called Merlin
Personality: Charismatic, good at starting conversation and keeping it going. He makes people feel at ease, and is always up to try new things as long as it doesn't jeopardize his chances of graduating law school and going to work at one of the top law firms in New York. Can be impatient at times.
Car: Doesn't have one. He's saving for one, but most of his money goes into rent and the like. This vacation is probably the only one he'll have for a while.
Major: Is in law school, intends to go into corporate law.
Tattoos: None. No piercings, either.
Other: Is so careful about the impression he gives off because prejudice puts him at the disadvantage, he feels. That's why he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings.

[User]
Grant clapped for Jareth and Delilah along with everyone else, happy that his friend had gotten his girlfriend back. Sure, Delilah was a drama queen, but she made the dumbass happy and he figured that was what mattered anyway. He turned back and headed into the crowd, looking for Adelisa. He hadn't seen her the entire party and was hoping they could talk some more and figure things out. As much as he'd liked the blonde, all he'd thought was how she couldn't compare to Addie, and the who,e complicated business was killing him. It took a while to navigate the crowd and get away from people without seeming rude, and after a while of not finding her he walked over to the bar as a last result. Not to mention he needed a little drink.

He stopped as he saw a couple kissing at the bar, almost backing away. He hated going near couples like that, it was always weird and awkward. But then he stopped, looking at them closely. Adelisa and... Hunter. What? Grant didn't react. He was furious at Hunter, and disappointed in Adelisa, but he figured she didn't want someone as straightlaced as himself. His hands balled into fists, he considered going over to beat up his 'best friend' when lots of things happened at once. Amelia, having seen them too, stormed off. He could empathize, and considered going after her instead, but then Delilah followed her. Jared was left with the two of them, and it wasn't long before Hunter had grabbed Jared's keys and gone off. Grant scowled. He was clearly drunk, and trust him to make a series of bad decisions one after the other. It wasn't long before it was just Grant left at the party, but he didn't feel like partying or going home with anyone.

He just wanted to go home. Not home to their goddamn condo he shared with Hunter and with Amelia right across the goddamn hall. He wanted to go home, where he could focus on his career like he fucking should have instead of wasting his time and money on a stupid vacation. He walked back to their condo to see Jared sitting in the middle of their condos. He stopped and looked at him. "Well, you look upset. Did your ex make out with your best friend too?" He asked, almost sarcastically. What wouldn't he give for a shot right now.

[Assistant]
Amelia took another drag of the cigarette just as Lila came into her range of vision. She wasn't sure what she hated more- the fact that her best friend had just made out with the one guy she had ever fallen in love with or the fact that she couldn't make her heart let go of Hunter. She balled her hands into fists, crushing what was left of the cigarette and burning her palm accidentally. She dropped the cigarette to the ground and looked at her bloody palm before sighing and dropping her head to her knees. She buried her face, she didn't want anyone to see her like this. Her head was pounding, and her heart seemed to stop working. Everything that Amelia worked so hard for was suddenly gone.

Amelia felt the heaviness of her chest, like she was suffocating. The tears wouldn't stop. The sobs began, making her entire body tremble. She just wanted to forget, that's all she had wanted. She didn't know Hunter still loved her. Last night he had acted like their chances together were less than none. He had a baby on the way for crying out loud! Amelia listened to Lila as her best friend tried to help her. When she asked what She could do, Amelia only knew one thing she needed. "Please check on Adelisa," As much as it hurt her, she remembered talking Adelisa out of multiple suicide attempts. She was upset with Adelisa, yes, but Amelia still loved her. "Please, run." Amelia said in as loud as her hoarse voice would allow her.

Amelia waited for Lila to go before laying on her side in the lounge chair. She curled into the fetal position, not caring who saw her. She knew she looked like a total mess. Some people would probably think she is crazy. This is how she laid in bed weeks after her and Hunter's break up. Refusing to eat, refusing to drink.. Anorexia took over. The empty feeling in her stomach was nothing compared to the gaping hole she felt in her heart. "I just wanted to forget.." She whispered to only herself as she closed her eyes and felt the sobbing start once again.

Amelia ran her fingers through her hair. What always made her feel better? ...Singing. She was alone now, so she let herself go. The lyrics she almost instantly thought of she softly sung in a voice only Hunter had heard before.

"What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
But watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.."

[User]
Hunter sat in the back of an Ambulance, His left arm was in a sling, he had a minor concussion, an a couple cracked ribs. He made it out better then the El Camino, his very first car was in shambles. The door had to be removed to get him out, same with the steering column, The roof isn't savable, but somehow the locker in the trunk survived just fine, well other then a loos shotgun shell going off at some point during the wreck. As far as he knew all the contents inside it were safe enough.

The old car was going to be taken to a mechanic, he was told considering everything that happened he was lucky to be alive. He knew he was lucky to be alive, but now that he was alive he had to make sure everything else was alright. The car was in... fixable condition, as in two days at the mechanic and he could drive it again, a week or so and it would be about as fixed as it could be, though Hunter didn't have the money for that. Two days it was for him.

He got up from the back of the ambulance and asked one of the EMTs for a phone. Then he just held it, he screwed up everything tonight, who could he call? As far as he could tell he about pissed off everyone, who ever he didn't seem to piss off he broke there hearts. His closest family was several states away, also he didn't want to explain to anyone he was related to he was drunk and crashed his car going over 100 miles an hour. He didn't have the guts to face anyone at this moment, he just wanted to go home, though he was going to have to wait at least a couple days for the car to get fixed.

He handed the EMT the phone. "Thanks, I'm going to get going, I have someone meeting me down the road a ways." He started walking down the road, it was about 6 miles back to the town, then another 2 to get tot he hotel from where he was at. He already talked to the officer on the scene, he had a fair amount of tickets to pay for not only him being drunk well driving, but also his vehicle wasn't street legal because of its condition.

Walking was something Hunter did a lot of, his car had a slight tendency to break down a lot. Though he didn't get far before the officer at the car wreck more or less forced him to get a ride back to the Hotel. "Thanks." He said as he got out, his foot stepped in some kind of liquid on the curb, breaking fluid? Sucks for who ever owns that car. He walked as clean as he could inside, though he was still holding a limp well he walked into the hotel. He tried to take the stairs, still hurting to much. The elevator was close, he walked his way over to that and took it up.

He almost made it back tot he Condo before he noticed Jareth and Grant. He had to make things right. He fucked up and now it was time to face the consequences. He walked up too the two of them. "Alright, First off, sorry for telling you off Jareth, I was in a piss poor mood and that wasn't your fault... Sorry about that." he turned to face Grant. "And I know you're pissed man, so before you go off I want you to know it wasn't Adelisa's fault, I was in a weak state at the moment. I'm sorry." He stopped for a moment. "But I'm not the only one who should be sayings sorry, She cares for you still. Seeing that other girl hurt man. Now." He held out his good arm and move his sling out of the way of his chest as best as eh could. "Now I'm ready, Just avoid the face for now, No idea how bad the concision is yet, and the left side of my rib cage, couple of those are cracked still." He closed his eyes and braced for impact.

[Assistant]
Jareth didn't know how long he'd spent sitting there staring at the patterns in the carpet. At some point he had pulled out his wallet and taken out the picture of Lila and himself that he still had. The photo was wrinkled and worn out, but it was a selfie of them happily kissing in the snow, on a road trip home to meet her parents. They were so happy on their way there, and oh so not happy on their way back. Jar had put the photo back in his wallet and rested his head against the wall, exhaling heavily. The fact that everything was taking so long wasn't a good sign…

Grant had finally showed up and stopped when he saw Jar in the hallway. "Well, you look upset. Did your ex make out with your best friend too?" he asked.

"Not exactly." Jar replied, it was quite the opposite actually, but Grant didn't need to hear about that now. "But, uh, Hunter took off..." Jareth stood up and let out another deep exhale, as if he was preparing himself for a brave confession. It kind of was, he was about to admit something that even Delilah didn't know about him. His college therapist told him that it wasn't a good idea to internalize it so much, the fact that he'd lost his two best childhood friends in a horrible drunk driving accident in high school. And, that only a few weeks before graduation, he had to put on a suit and make a speech at the funeral for the only two people in the world that had showed him any kind of love. There was a reason that he wasn't that close to his Crim Son band mates, Jessie and Eric. There was a reason that his new college friends were nothing like him. He picked safe friends this time around. He picked friends that he thought wouldn't die on him. He had always thought, that if Hunter was going to die early, it would have been from a freak accident to go down in the history books, like his shotgun misfiring while shooting targets in his back yard. But not like this…

Jar looked at Grant with eyes swallowed deep in sorrow. "There is a reason I made us put our keys in the basket –" he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but failed. "Hunter found them, I saw his keys in his hand when he was drunk and ran off… I know you're probably pissed at him right now, but there's a possibility that we might not see him alive again. I couldn't catch him in time." He was trying to convince himself that it wasn't his fault, he'd taken the keys, he tried to prevent this, he tried to catch him, but he wasn't quick enough. "I don't think I can handle watching a third best friend lowered into the ground because of this." Jar admitted and his voice broke in sadness.

Grant was still trying to process the intensity of Jar's emotions when Hunter returned. His arm was in a sling and his forehead was bruised. Waves of relief washed over Jar. "Alright, First off, sorry for telling you off Jareth…" Hunter began apologizing to the both of them while Jareth just stared in shock. "You're alive!" Jar said when he finally found the words and he hugged his stupid mule of a friend tightly. Jar never really pretended to be a tough guy, he owned up to his sensitivity and felt unashamed to hug someone he cared about. At the same time, he did still have quite the temper, which usually only flared up when Lila and he fought. He could usually channel it into his music. Despite his friend being injured, Jar pushed him hard into the wall "Don't you EVER do that again, you fucking idiot! You could have died! You look like you're lucky that you didn't." Not to mention that getting a job would be next to impossible with a DUI charge under his belt. "You're going to be a father, what were you thinking?"


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Ayame
Phoenix Wing

Nero

She cheerfully smiled at Nero still in full attention of what he was saying about the trains. She only had a few train toys when she still was a tad long. Towns people would bring some toys with them for her whenever they were getting the goods from the farm she lived on. It always made her extremely happy to be able to play with something more boyish like instead of those frilly girl dolls. It was one of her dreams to ride a train over the farm fields where you could watch far over the horizon with only vegetables and fruits. Nero said it didn't feel like anything all to special but he must have been in a lot of trains before so he probably already got used to it "Did it take long to get to the place you were going? Let's go together sometime!" She cheerfully giggled close to his face and sat down again. She angled her head at him hearing the weird name and his somewhat weird laugh "Ol' icy drawers? Who is she? How have you met her? Did I meet her before?" She pondered leaning her chin on her arms again. She heard Nero talk about Lazarus and in general about all the wizards "Really? I never heard that they had a positive point like that before."

She softly squealed feeling her clothes move out of nowhere. At first she taught someone was trying to pull her clothes of of her. Her reflex immediately kicked in and tried to hold her clothes. It took a moment for her to realise that it was Nero his doing. He had swapped her clothes to some new fresh ones. She still had a red blush on her face but began to smile seeing how he had done a little upgrade to her new clothes "Oh new desing idea of yours?" She looked around her body inspecting the new clothes. Nero seemed to rely on his magic a lot, it sure was handy and easy to use but some normal hand washing would have done the same job, it would only take a few minutes longer. She gave a nod "Must be nice to have such magic. Sure seems handy most of the times. Never need a second pair of clothes in your case." She cheerfully smiled at him again giving a nod in the progress "At Least there are some interesting things happening around here."

She noticed Nero was watching at the commotion that was going on and it made her curious herself as well. She turned her head at the others heard Nero silent talk not specifically at anyone. Why was he talking so softly? was it something only she could hear? Her head shot to Nero again hearing what he was saying. She wanted to comment on it but he might get mad at her for saying such things to him. She turned her head to the commotion again and began whispering "Joining a guild like this to get away with anything bad that was an 'accident' isn't something anyone would do, it will probably work if the person in question is befriended well enough with the guild like that guy over there. That person should have some self shame however, betraying good people that care for each other like that." She kept staring at the commotion and wasn't gonna question what Nero was doing with his hand before she heard him out.

[Assistant]
Fleo Plector – A Very Anime Situation

A sudden jolt permeated Fleo's nightmare, fragmenting the dreamscape and reeling her consciousness back to reality. Her eyes blinked open, their first subject the uninspiring ceiling. It did not take long at all for her to become aware of a pressure on her chest, and turned her eyes thereabouts to find the source of the discomfort. She froze as she witnessed Nolan, looking very unnerved himself, sprawled upon her with his head between her breasts. Like a red tide, a furious blush spread over her face, her magenta eyes opening ever wider as her skin assumed the color of a radish. Then she exploded.

Fleo's limbs literally detonated in an explosion of dust. Clouds of the irritating particles billowed out into the hallway and out of the uninstalled windows. Over the din of the eruption, a voice, flustered, mad, and highly embarrassed, bubbled forth loud enough to penetrate walls and floors. "OFF! I'm almost ten years older than you! I thought you couldn't stand women!? You can't stick your face in a lady's boobs until you've at least gone on three dates! Are you some kind of pervert!? Why are you in my room!? Lucas, why are you here!? Did you put Nolan up to this!? How dare you! Funjin Bakuhatsu!"

More dust exploded out of Fleo's room, sending the boys into the hallway. Fleo, wearing only shorts and a tank top, though with her arms and legs fully reformed and covered in bandages, stormed out with another Dust Bomb ready to throw. In the commotion, she had apparently found her headrag, for she was wearing it again, though she didn't look pleased. In fact, Fleo's expression was very confusing; it was roughly half murderous, and half struggling not to burst out laughing and the look on the boys' faces. "Who's ready to sneeze for a week straight?"

Nero – Guild hall

The cheerful responses of Ayame, occurring just before the events concerning Lazarus, elicited cheerful compliance on Nero's part. When asked who 'Icy Drawers' was, he had pointed to Sasha, and when she remarked about the handiness of his magic, he declared, "Yessiree! When it comes to combat I'm downright awful, but when it comes to helping or hindering there's no-one better!"

Then the confrontation occurred. For a while it looked to Nero like the whole thing would be resolved peacefully, and so his hand had been lowered when Sasha attacked Shujin and Jarvis removed him from the premises. Nero cursed inwardly, not wanting to upset his little friend. It had been an embarrassing one-sided fight after all; now, nobody would take the metal-molding Rune Knight or his ideals seriously. It took the Genie a moment to fully comprehend what Ayame was saying, for her reply didn't directly parallel his, but was constituted of her own analysis of the situation worded in her own way. Nero smiled dejectedly at the girl, bemoaning himself for trying to impose on her his views. Perhaps she had a better grasp of the situation than he did. After hearing the confession of Lazarus, he lost interest in interfering with the matter. His voice regained its usual volume and joviality. "I guess he does feel shame after all. That's a good start. I hope this queen judges him justly. Not fairly—justly." In his eyes, fairness was a concept created by the weak to take advantage of the strong, but that didn't need to be injected into his rhetoric now.


[System]
Physical Form:
 Tall, well-muscled, and stable, he is the pinnacle of physical perfection, even by the standards of some who would call themselves 'Immortal'. He is 6'8", and weighs at 300 pounds, in his normal form.

In his alternate form, he gains a sentient sword, and a set of armor which is actually part of him. In this form, sometimes his face is visible, but more often than not, he keeps his mask on. He is 7'0" even, and weighs 450 pounds.

Abilities:
 Normal Form / [CONDITIONAL USE] Carnage Form - Athinar has decided to forgo magic that affects others, in favor of a magic that supplements his already impressive strength. His Carnage Form is a shell, which looks like armor, but actually is a super-dense exoskeleton. While in this form, he is significantly slower, but is immensely more powerful in terms of strength and defense.

 [CONDITIONAL USE] Summon: Carnage Blade - Athinar has the ability to summon his Carnage blade at any time, however it is smaller and less impressive when he's not in Carnage form, although it still is alive, and speaks to him. The blade's name is Requiem. Basically what the sword looks like, except with glowing red runes down the middle.

 (Normal Form - Rock Style) Blood Palm - Athinar uses the blood spilled by anyone, including his own, in a fight, to empower his fist's attack.

 Martial Arts - Athinar was trained in three forms of martial arts by the monks. However, he is only the equivalent of a black belt in one, and slightly competent in the others.
 (Skilled)Rock Style  - Athinar stays solid, and in place, for the most part. He uses his fists, elbows, and occasionally trips the enemy, but tries to keep his feet steady. For if he can, not much in the terms of human force can move him, but if anyone has trained in Windstance (or was strong enough), they could move him through sheer momentum and weight transfer.

 (Beginner)The Path of the Cyclone  - Not so much a martial art as a series of moves, executed one after the other, this unarmed style is used to fight large groups of enemies. There are twelve moves altogether, in three groups. However, Athinar was only taught the first group, and cannot continue the momentum of the Path.
 - Leaping Tornado: Athinar lunges forward, landing among his enemies.
 - Unseen Tempest: Athinar waits three seconds for enemies to close in, ready to strike.
 - Stormblade: Athinar ducks down beneath a man's weapon, and elbows him in the chest/neck area.
 - Cyclone Kick: Athinar does a roundhouse kick, tripping all surrounding enemies.
However, these are usually poorly executed, due to lack of training.

 (Beginner) Celestial Mirage - This is possibly the martial art that he's learned that he has the most trouble with. It is a kick-based martial art, one that forces you to maintain patience. It's attacks come in bursts, to draw the enemy out, and allow the student to analyze the situation. However bad Athinar is with this, it was still one of the arts he learned from the monks, and he views it as a useful, albeit F*CKING INFURIATING skill.

Personality: Athinar gets intense pleasure from seeing other creature's blood. No matter the circumstances, or whether he is allied with them or not. When he is not getting excited by bloodlust, he is usually a very calm, collected individual, who is quite intelligent, surprisingly. When blood is near, he turns into a vicious man, taking pleasure in drawing blood, tasting it, etc. Afterwards, he is, shall we say, *ahem* easily excitable. If you know what I mean. However, this doesn't mean that he's not smart. He is extremely smart, in his bloodlust, and will be able to craft plans on the fly, if they end in violence and killing.

Relationships:
Emily- Thinks that the homunculus is beneath his attention, generally, unless she does something big and shiny.
That Which Consumes Peace- A fool, disobeying the Boss, but made a nice save, getting Shukra mildly punished.
Ekushka- Hasn't met her yet.
Narza- Is quite fond of the little ghost, curretly.
Shukra- A pompous ass who fails at commanding.
Darkwraith Kor- A good fighter, like Athinar, who shares his bloodlust. Enjoys his company.
Azavarn- Too flamboyant.
Umbra/Christopher- Thinks that Christopher is a bit off, but doesn't know why.
Torrens- Doesn't have any opinion of him, but thinks that a fire demon might be useful.
Clotho- Has a strange fixation on Clotho's chitin.
Twitch- Has disdain for the ratty, well, twitchy kobold. Maybe if he actually did something, he might be useful.

Backstory: Athinar is the reincarnated form of an ex-Dungeon Keeper, banished from his former world, and born to a new life in this one. However, he don't remember shit, and the only benefits were the impressive physical abilities you see today. He was born to an order of monks, who trained him in every combat style, unarmed and armed. However, this revealed his darker secret, his love for shedding blood. Killing them all, he was guided by a voice in his head, who told him that if he joined with him, he'd get to kill, kill, and keep killing. So he met up with the Dungeon Keeper, and started killing.

Other: If Athinar seems too powerful, remember that he was converted to the Dungeon Keeper's cause by him just saying that he could kill people if he joined him. He's not dumb, but he does have quite the one-track-mind, and is quite susceptible to manipulation, in both forms. Like, REALLY susceptible. A novice hypnotist could put him to sleep.

[User]
Having been far out in the countryside, Torrens was one of the last champions to be collected by the Keeper, which was just as well because he was radiating noticeably more heat than before, which could have raised the temperature of the cavern to quite uncomfortable levels if he had been there for long. On passing through the portal into the cavern, Torrens casually acknowledged the other champions already there and then found some corner where he could stand without inadvertently roasting any of Clotho's insects.

When he found Clotho and Twitch, who were in charge of this particular operation as he had been informed, he was quick to speak out with energetic enthusiasm. "So, we want to kill all the dwarves. Shall we charge them now, or do we have a more subtle plan? I've just eaten a whole forest fire so I'm ready to shoot things."

[Assistant]
Emily, far away from the village both in distance and hieght, was lost. Not that she would admit that to the new Kitsune. Flying as a Kitsune was so different. It was like sitting on a chair that flew, rather than blasting flame from your palms like endless afterburner. The problem was, that from so high up, Emily was having trouble with landmarks, and so just floated around hoping to get lucky.
'Are you lost?'The sweet coo of the newest tennant asked.
"Are you shut up?" Emily retorted, with little to no sense at all, but still. Retorts didn't need to make sense, they just needed to retort. However, as she was retorting, a portal suddenly appeared in the sky, far to close to move out of the way, considering her first thought was 'Why would I need a portal?'

Unfortunately, the portal led into a cramped underground tunnel, which did not agree with her rather swift flying in the slightest. So, her second thought was 'Ohh crap, wall!'. She then made sweet love to the business end of the rock-face, as one did, when moving, and then suddenly stopping moving due to a large wall of rock.

[User]
Balothiss had stepped aside for the Master to do his work, watching as he became enraged by the sight that Sarin had somehow escaped his attack and the Master seemed to aim his rage towards the depths beneath sending the rest of his champions all over the country side.

He grunted simply and watched the scene unfold silently as he contemplated his escapade in the Plutocrats manor, he smiled cruely and looked towards the sack of treasures that he had taken from the old mans manor.

[Assistant]
Octavius was returning to town when the familiar portal enveloped him, expecting to return to the dungeon, he was not at a full gallop into the gathered but rather dismissed the mount spell and dropped the six feet to a stand with the chain of left arms on a rope. He tossed the proof at the keepers feet to dismiss as he wished as he inspected his surroundings.

"This is new, these markings in the corner... Dwarven? Most impressive Sir. Orders?"

[User]
While initially Clotho felt a degree of indignation that so many allies had appeared to aid her, she ultimately trusted in the Master's judgment and began incorporating the wealth of new talent and power into her plan. Surprisingly few of the new arrivals approached her, but nevertheless the swarm queen was on hand to respond to any who did. Just as her scheming reached its end, and her various papers and maps gathered neatly off to the side of her makeshift table, Clotho became aware of the air's changing temperature. Immediately her mind raced to discern exactly why such an event would be occurring, and she figured out who might be approaching her an instant before that individual arrived. Her eyes were drawn to the searing brilliance of the fire demon. "Greetings, Torrens. Long time no see. The attack is indeed about to begin, in only a few minutes in fact. My remaining Macula above have informed me that the dwarves, despite my best efforts, have readied themselves for an attack from below. I was hoping to speak to you or another elementalist, in fact, for you are precisely what I need. They expect to be fighting creatures, beasts or soldiers, but instead I will give them an inferno. I would like to send you straight into the heart of their mining operation, to fill their great shafts and cavern buildings with fire from which there will be no escape."

She glanced over her shoulder briefly, employing a gleaming emerald compound eye to ensure that Twitch, too, was listening. "Meanwhile, I will give the signal for my Antlions to collapse the upper passages. In one fell swoop their walls, buildings, and settlement will be undermined and in a tumult. In addition, holes will be opened up for our soldiers to pour from and overwhelm them. First wave will be my Lambent, zooming from the holes with my Myrmidons in their clutches and dropping them into position. From there the Lambent will provide aerial support for the entire horde, including the other champions and Xahillion. Remember, we are fighting to eradicate the enemy, but also to possess their things. Destroy nothing needlessly."

Twenty minutes later, the signal was given, and with a thunderous, bone-shaking series of cracks and rumbles, the attack began.

[Assistant]
Athinar watched this all silently, taking it in, with a smirk on his face. Now, if he didn't have any memories, what would he ask? Now, if he remembered this particular demon Warlock, then he liked people being subservient. However, that was his downfall, last time. He oppressed his minions too much last time, and they worked together to bring him down. Now that would be embarrassing, getting taken out by the Denizens? However, Athinar couldn't say that the same hadn't happened to him; however, he never had to fight his own minions, Denizens or no. Effective management solved most problems.

Passing through the portal with the others, Athinar reached out with his senses, and snatched up a strand of the Warlock's magic, examining it. He didn't even try and hide it, instead preferring to look like a curious, recently summoned minion. If the Warlock tried to sift through Athinar's memories, he would meet an obsidian wall within his mind, one that blocked all penetration. It wasn't magical, as this body was nothing more than a puppet, so it had no memories beyond that of the recent moments.

Athinar looked to the Demon's minions, and saw Torrens! Athinar had liked working with that little demon, a few worlds ago. They hadn't destroyed or conquered it, but they had a lot of fun trying. Torrens might recognize the fifth Keeper he worked under, but Athinar kept a perfect poker face, the same grin on his face not changing at all, as he looked to the people. A Mind Flayer, a Bug Queen, a Human, a Kobold, a Homunculus with a Kitsune hitching a ride, a Demon, and of course, the Big Demon himself.

Looking around, he saw that he was in a Dwarven settlement, which the other Keeper had apparently assaulted while he had been attacking the village. Surrounded by bugs, Athinar assumed that the strange bug-lady had assumed control of the attack, but the kobold wasn't at the village, so maybe he was there too. Clearing his throat, and grinning evilly, Athinar said to the Warlock, "So, Master, what exactly do you want me to do? Why was I brought here?" Athinar knew perfectly well why the demon wanted him, but he had aeons of hiding his thoughts and facial expressions from others under his belt, so the Warlock, confident in his superiority, would most likely disregard him as a threat, and see him as a tool.


[System]
Age: 44

Sex: Male

Position within The Imperium of Man: Imperial Navy

Armor:
- Salvaged Carapace/Flak Mix: With a scavenged and repainted Carapace breastplate, Stukov's piecemeal mix of Navy issue Flak armor and the harder, less flexible carapace over his core is as best a compromise that he can get his hands on between ease of maintenance, protection, and maneuverability.

Weapons:
- Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotgun: Standard issue shotgun for Armsman in the Imperial Navy, fine tuned over a life serving on Naval craft. Personally altered and tweaked, mostly in performance and handling, it has seen everything that Stukov has, and carried him through it all. Notably, he can load and fire various specialized munitions that can be loaded into any other standard model of shotgun, though outside keeping a handful of slugs and specially blessed buckshot, he doesn't normally carry unique ammo.
- Naval Pistol: A heavy, large caliber auto pistol unique to the Imperial Navy. Despite attempts by Guard forces to acquire their own as a souvenir, Stukov kept his hands on his own issued pistol. Sturdy enough for use in melee, and often paired with chain-cutlass it serves well, though not as openly as the shotgun or chain-cutlass.
- Chain-Cutlass: Formally known as a Hydraphur-Pattern Chainsword, the Chain-Cutlass was a more recent addition to Stukov's kit, coming with his appointment to Senior Armsman, a position also known as a Sergeant at Arms, and replaced his combat knife. While not as long as a standard Imperial Chainsword, having a shorter curved blade, the weapon's more compact size in comparison is highly prized in tight quarters.
- Concussion Grenades: Keeping several handy, these grenades rely on the shockwave from the detonation, which is coupled with deafening noise, instead of fragmentation of sheer shattering power alone. The lack of damage to hulls or other vital components, but continuing to be able to leave typical foes dead or disorientated to the point of being easy pickings. Proper armor could protect against such things, but the shockwave and audible damage made an alternate approach to typical armor.

Equipment:
- Micro-bead
- Data-slate
- Re-breather
- Grapnel Launcher

Personality:
 Stukov remains a rather steady figure in near any sort of situation, though his attitude is not exactly what one would consider professional. Always having nicknames for anyone he works alongside, sometimes several at a time depending on the person, he tends to be fairly blunt on matters, covering what needs to be covered without wasting time or mincing words. He doesn't brook trouble from other allies, having survived some of absolute worst nightmares a Voidsman can have, and has a special place of sheer hate for the forces of Chaos in his heart, more so than typical of loyal Imperial servants. Beyond this, he tends to carry himself with the kind of confidence that comes from far too much experience and surviving to see such experiences forged into senior combat abilities. He doesn't talk much about his time serving on board Naval vessels, given the rather unfortunate series of experiences, but that doesn't make him any less proud of his survival and service, even if he isn't ever going to be quite comfortable planetside, not completely.

Characters Theme Song:

Characters Voice:

Specifically the Cat.

[User]
Medaria was having a really fun day today! First there was fighting, then scary demon, then explosions, sparkles, unnatural warp based abilities, chaos spawns, people dying, conspiracy and so much more! She also go to play with grenades sho she was grinning like a madwoman underneath her breather device. She eyed the newcomer with a happy glint in her eyes, wanting to be friends and then followed the rest of the team into the dublicated governor office. She was extremely giddy at the look of it and right away started poking at the wiring indeed to confirm if the electrical instalations and other network cabling were in the same configuration, for the glory of the Omnisiah or it was just a cleverly ellaborate ruse!" You know, they could use this place to issue planetwide announcements if they just have somebody masquarade as teh governor and nobody will be the wiser for it~ Or this is to be used as emergency bunker later in case of an invasion from our side and the cultist control the planet." Medaira chirpped, fiddling iwth a wall panel and the wiring behind it. She was now checking if the room's air conditioning was the same as the real office, if it was she was also going to mess with it because why the Emperor not?

 "Hmmmm~?" She made a questioning sound when she was called by Adrianne." Yes, Psyker-friend?" She asked, innocently, holding what appeared to be a metal panel in one hand, a bunch of wires in the other and her mechadendrites were doing something to the system in teh meantime. Medaira tilted her head, hearing the question and eyed the book. She eyed the book like a predator, pondering the ammount of pranks she could use it for, then tilting her head in the other direction, weighting the pros and cons of such actions until she decided that it was probably better left contained for the time being no matter what.

 "YES~!" She replied happily, tossing a look at the Armsman." Not far off the standard containment protocols, Prank Victim Friend 2! Make a metal box, slaps holy seals on it, put book into holy sealed box, then put another holy warded box on top of the first one, then use remote means of carrying the thing to minimalize warp and chaotic influences. Maybe even fill the box with blessed prometium just in case a quick burnout is needed." She stated happily as her mechadendrites dropped whatever htey were doing and one of htem turned out to have a welding torch in it." I will have the box made faster than you could recite the Imperium safety manual for boarding a ship! We can use braided cabling ropes to pull the box from afar too or I can use my mechadendrites to carry it 5 feet in front of or behind me..." She stated and started using bits of metal and wires into what sane people would call abstract art.

 "We need purity seals! And wards... Maybe we can bless the box itself too!" She was chattering as she worked, creating a box just enough for the book of those dimensions fit in. Once inside, it wasn't oging to ahve enough space to even lightly open it. it was going to stay as sealed as it could be, not to mention she was going to be welding the metal box shut just in case.

[Assistant]
There were multiple paths presented to the retinue, all they now had to do was choose one and hope that something horrific did not happen with the tome while they transported it back to the inquisitorial safe house. The odds of the tome tearing open a portal to some hellish warp damned dimension of one of the Chaos gods was rather high, and Celestian Andromedai knew this. "I do not want to take any chances with this cursed tome of Tzeentch so here is what we are going to do. First off, I want our Tech-Priest Medaria to gather up sheets of metal then craft us a make shift containment box. For the one and only Adrianne, I would like you to form a energy field around the make shift containment box and then transport it back to the ship for us. As for our local Guardsmen Stukov, please keep an eye and ear on the local area, I do not want any surprises or ambushes while moving this Emperor damned tome anywhere. Everyone has their orders, so let us get to work, alright?"

Celestian Andromedai then opened a private communications channel to Solares, who swiftly responded, "Andromedai? Maya is on the ship sitting next to me, was this your idea? Did you know she was going to show up? I tried to warn you earlier but you were uh, preoccupied?" Andromedai responded in turn, "I was not aware of our friends arrival untill she dispatched the Chaos Spawn we were fighting. Regardless, we will be returning to the ship with a chaos tome, I was a secure area for it to be stored, also allow Maya to do as she see's fit just, no messing around with the weapons systems." While she talked, Celestian Andromedai kept a eye on her team as they worked around her. After a while though, she made her way back into the dome shaped room and glanced around it, merely observing all the damage they had done to it and the Tzeentch murals that covered the walls around her. "One last thing Solares, I want you to send a team here to do a in-depth search around the area for anything that stands out while we take care of this tome, alright?" There would be no reply directly from Solares, but the Celestian did receive a message from another Inquisitorial team that said they were on their way to their location.