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Vena said to post my CS in this tab. Yay!
Age: 8 years
Gender: female
Race: half-Ydran

Appearance: Amuné looks like a normal Muran child at first glance. It is only at closer examination that hints of her Ydran parentage. She is on the smaller side, lacking the slight chubbiness of most younglings. Her features have a sharp cast, though her ears are not so pointed that she cannot pass for Muran. Her coloring is washed out, with pale mousy hair cut a little past her jawline and light grey eyes. At the moment, her clothes are ragged and stained, her hair untidy and her face splotched with grime. She travels in the company of Wyth, a large moorcat. a younger version of Amuné

Element Affinity: Luminous (Seer)
Gear: Amuné has next to nothing in the way of possessions.

Brief History: Amuné's parents met by chance as teenagers when Baldur's tribe passed near Amira's village. Amira, who was studying to be a midwife and herbalist under the elderly village healer, came across him and a few others while out gathering plants. She had seen Ydra only rarely, as they didn't often come to her town, and she was fascinated by them and their animals. Baldur found her bold curiosity cute, and he enjoyed the energetic company of someone that wasn't from his people. They quickly became friends, and over the following few years, Baldur would make excuses to go off on his own to see her whenever his travels brought him within a day's travel. Eventually romance blossomed, and a tumble in the woods lead to a child. Baldur had moved on by the time Amira found out she was pregnant, but when he received word following Amuné's birth, he went to join her in the town. He was met with some suspicion by the villagers, as they had limited contact with Ydrans. This never completely went away, but his bright personality smoothed things over for the most part.

The pair were both Magi. Amira had minor skill with healing, and Baldur was a talented Air Magus. He also had a knack for woodwork and other small crafts, and his toys and kites became popular with the village children. Amuné was not formally acknowledged as his, as Amira realized this would make life easier for the child, and the girl had enough difficulty already. Even as a baby, the girl was a bit odd. She would react oddly to what appeared to be nothing at all, and at times her mood would change for no apparent reason. On occasion she was even afflicted with fits where she would not respond to those around her, instead focusing on something only she perceived and saying things that made no sense. Eventually it became evident that, among other things, she seemed to know the outcome of calls for her mother's services as a midwife before Amira returned home. Baldur realized his daughter had an unusual gift indeed: Sight. He'd heard of the occasional Seer but never met one. By this time technology was taking hold, and there was talk of the decline of magic, and the start of tension between Magi and non-Magi. As the victim of low level xenophobia himself, Baldur realized that her power could easily be viewed with suspicion, and imparted to Amuné the importance of keeping it to herself. She took his advice to heart, but cannot always control her visions, nor what she says during them, and there were at least a small number of villagers that figured out she had magic of some sort.

Life was good for the most part, but when the Church of the Nine Saints turned to technology and tensions erupted, as both a Magus and an outsider Baldur fell under increasing scrutiny. The townsfolk didn't mind Amira, for though she was a Magus she was one of their own, and a healer besides, but became more hostile towards Baldur, accusing him of stealing power from their Demacite crystals to use, even though he had all but stopped using his magic. The pair discussed leaving town, but Amira had spent all her life there, and while she was curious about outsiders the thought of leaving everyone she knew terrified her, and she couldn't bring herself to agree. The ill temper and seething discontent encouraged by the Church erupted one evening, and a mob came to kick Baldur out of their village. Amuné was outside playing, and she retreated to her father's side as the villagers confronted him. Baldur ordered Wyth to sit, so the cat wouldn't seem to be aggressive, and tried to talk them down and reassure them that he was not trying to cause harm to anyone. They didn't listen, and when a man who shoved Baldur brushed against Amuné as well, it triggered a vision for her. She said only "the village will be in flames", but that was enough for the riled-up townsfolk. They tried to grab both her and her father, over Amira's protests. With his daughter in danger, the generally gentle Baldur tried to fight off those going after her, using fists and his magic. He was not a strong man, and hadn't needed to defend himself in years -- not since he'd come to live in the village. Wyth made a better accounting of himself, but there were too many for a single cat, however fierce, to fight off. Baldur's aim was to take Amuné and Amira, if the woman would come, and flee, but he was unable to break away from the attackers. Following a solid stab to his hip and one to his shoulder, he told Wyth to take Amuné and run. The last she saw of her parents was her mother trying desperately to reach her fallen father as the mob turned on the woman as well.

Additional info: Frightened by the events immediately preceding her leaving her home, Amuné is more withdrawn than she was growing up.

Name: Wyth
Age: 10 years
Gender: male
Race: moorcat

Appearance: Wyth has an appearance typical to moorcats. He is a large feline, standing nearly two and a half feet at the shoulder, with a thick, slightly shaggy coat of mottled gray and brown, with a lighter gray and cream underbelly. His paws are proportionally larger, to help distribute his weight on the often sodden and muddy ground of the moors and marshland. His eyes are pale green, on the yellower side of the hue.

Brief History: Wyth was the kit of another moorcat owned by a member of Baldur's community. He imprinted on Baldur as a kitten, and has accompanied the man ever since. When Baldur fell for Amira and eventually went to live in her village, Wyth joined them. The moorcat is very fond of their daughter, Amuné, and treats her like he might a kitten.

Additional info: Originally the companion of Amuné's father, he now stays with her and guards her.

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A ways from the campsite

"Really?" Hearing first Nymira and then Ethan say they were okay with her magic cheered Amuné considerably. She gave the woman a shy smile, and went to give Ethan a hug. "Thank you, Nymira, I'm sorry I tried to lie. Ethan..." She pulled back, frowning at the man, and put a hand to his forehead. "You've got a fever." The girl bit her lip, her expression turning pale and frightened. "This is bad, Ethan! Those things...they can make you really, really sick." She fussed with buttons on the front of her nightgown, brow furrowed in thought as she tried to remember what to do for a fever and an infected wound. "You need rest and fluids...and...and...." Her shoulders slumped. Anything that might have helped the injury, or drawn out whatever was making Ethan sick, that was all back at their camp. "I wish I knew more about healing people," Amuné lamented, sitting down hard.

She gave Wyth a pat as the huge feline tried to sooth his distressed girl, but her mood didn't improve. The child felt small and useless. With how fast Ethan's symptoms were manifesting, she thought it was going to be bad. The vision she'd seen earlier, of Ethan weak and dying, seemed like it might really happen after all and that terrified her.

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Why would being a Magi be a bad thing? Everyone present was one themselves, of course Amuné was going to be accepted! "Hey, there's no reason to be sorry, we're not mad or anything. You can tell us stuff in the future though, right? We're here and we're friends, you can trust us," Ethan said as he placed his arm around the Ydran, smiling down at her. When she pulled back and tested his temperature he sighed inwardly, having hoped she'd not check and get herself worried. Reaching out he placed his good hand on her head, giving it a gentle rubbing before tapping his bandaged hand with a fingertip. "Relax, I'm sick but it's not going to kill me, heh... I've been way sicker than this and pulled through just fine, this is nothing!" It sort of reminded him of the time he'd eaten that bad fish and gotten food poisoning, though there was much less puking and stomach pains. He had cold sweats, a fever and nausea, but that was relatively minor given all the problems he could have.

"If Ethan says he is fine child then we have to trust him, he knows how he feels better than we do," Nymira added, frowning when she looked at the Muran, "You do look like hell though, I don't envy you. Once we get back to camp we'll have to see about giving you something to relieve the sickness." She was accustomed to healers, and the older Dimurans who knew what herbs to gather, what roots helped with specific ailments and some curious, unorthodox remedies like a hot mud bath that supposedly relieved stress and aches. They didn't have any of that on hand and her own knowledge of medicine was sorely lacking. "Rest up and we'll return to the camp in the morning, I suppose it can't be helped if those two buffoons are fighting it out." So long as those Magi didn't continue their chase they should be fine here, and come sunrise they could try and recover whatever might be left. Pushing herself to her feet Nymira clutched her daggers loosely in her hands, walking out to the road and looking both ways for any travelers. "I'll take watch, you sleep as well Amuné. It would be my shift anyways."

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Ethan somehow managed to fall asleep despite his discomfort, and slept very soundly at that. He might have remained asleep had a cricket not landed on his nose, making him smack at his own face in his sleep, missing it and waking himself. Opening his eyes groggily the Magi sat up and glanced around, wondering what had struck him before letting out a loud yawn. "Oh jeez... Should have changed out of my clothes..." he mumbled as he peeled his shirt from his chest, grimacing at it having dried and his clothing now clung to him. Figuring he'd take it off he began to do so, pausing when he spotted Nymira watching him with a cross expression, like what he was doing was inappropriate; Amuné was present, his stripping down to his pants probably was inappropriate. Smiling sheepishly he quickly lowered his shirt again and ran a hand through his hair, "Morning Nymira, sorry about that," he laughed, silently wishing she'd been asleep so he could at least wring it out.

"Yes, and I'm sorry my day had to start out by seeing you unceremoniously strip," the Dimuran answered coldly, frowning as she looked in the direction of their camp, "The others are awake, we all have been for a while now. No one wanted to wake you though, or rather they wouldn't let me. You seem to be fine now." Good, she couldn't do her job if one of her escorts was ill. Should none of their supplies still be at camp they may need to double back to Galloway to buy more, though that was only if her money was even there still. Would those Magi go as far to steal from her? She wouldn't put it past them, they were willing to kill for no apparent reason, petty theft probably wasn't below them either. Huffing at the notion of being a victim of theft she folded her arms over her chest, clearing her throat before looking between Amuné, Cecil and Ethan. "Now that we're all ready we should go back, I worry what damage those buffoons might have caused with their fighting."

Heading back wasn't a half bad idea, he had an extra shirt somewhere that he could put on. "Yeah, we should, no sense in waiting any longer," Ethan agreed, slowly getting to his feet and stumbling slightly as he did. He was a bit lightheaded from the illness taking its toll and felt rather thirsty, though the former might be from just getting up too quickly too. Shaking his head and giving the side a smack he looked to Cecil, making a poking gesture at his own chest. "How's the battery holding up? Feel better now that you had a chance to recharge?"


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role: Cook

Personality: Normally friendly and polite, but she's easily irritated and snaps/talks back a lot. She makes a lot of food that would be considered exotic (bushmeat, strange plants, insects, grubs) and hates it if anyone complains. In the event that there is a complaint...well, you're going to have to go out and forage, because she won't feed you unless she's forced to. When she is not cooking or directly planning meals, one can usually find her testing the plants on the island to determine whether they're poisonous. Finding natural salt deposits makes her practically swoon! Although she usually just gets it from distilling seawater. She likes cookbooks with strange recipes. Funny enough, her favorite food is fish (uh oh!). But she wouldn't be unfriendly to a mermaid; she might make a joke about calamari.

Bio: Luz grew up on the main continent, and she was a preteen when the dictator took over. Her mother, the only parent she had, after a year of this madness, told Luz of her plan: they would commit suicide together. Luz, too terrified to say no, agreed to the plan, but when it came to it she didn't have the courage to drink the poisoned water. Her mother, having already downed the whole glass, died slowly in front of her, so she just left.
She lived a few years on the street after that, carefully avoiding other people, and was very nearly recruited into sex trafficking at 16. Luckily, a few rebels picked a fight with the shady creep who'd found her sleeping under a bridge, and they got Luz out of there. Not wanting a useless new teenage crew member, they taught her multiple trades; the one she loved the most and was best at was cooking, and she's been getting better and better ever since.
She made sure to obtain plenty of books on nutrition, and steal a good number of citrus fruits, before setting sail with the Phoenix Pirates.

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The fish trap, woven from plant stems that Luz had pulled from the ground on the way, waited patiently for victims as it was set in the cool lake water. Luz was surprised at how clear and pristine it was when she waded in, and she took a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of sand on her toes. Then her head cleared and she headed back to the shore, where she started to weave a net. She planned to raft out where the water was good and deep, and simply scoop up whatever fish were there: they were likely too stupid to know that humans were a threat to be hidden from.
The net and the raft both took a good sum of time, and by the time Luz had finished, she felt too tired to fish. That couldn't stop her though, as she did have a crew to feed. She pushed the raft into the water and got on, putting the net in the water.

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"Fine, I admit saying 'miss' is pretty lame. And you're obviously very upset." he looked at her, his grin completely gone. "I've heard what my kind has done to your people. So you have every right to be upset."
He lowered his blade, finding it suddenly rude to hold it pointed at her throat while having a conversation... No matter how many insults she threw at him. Luckily the water was deep enough to cover his privates. "Also 'shrimp' am I? Sure, insult my privates. I bet it doesn't make you feel very big and strong now does it?"
But then again... Merfolk didn't really need to wear pants underwater did they? "This may come as a shock to you but humans bathe naked." he nodded, trying to look like a smartass. He was just playing, of course. He usually made jokes when he was in dire situations, it's just the way he is. When noticing her face turned completely red, he wasn't sure if it was because of pure rage or embarassment of the entire situation. "Look... If you wont pounce me again, I'll put away my sword and sit down, alright? We can have a conversation. I'll put some pants on." he said, that last bit a bit comically.

Without really waiting for a response on that, he took a step back and climbed up on the ledge where his clothes were lying. Keeping his eyes on her, he put some pants on quickly. Sure, it was enough time for her to pounce him again seeing as she was a natural at sprinting in water, but for some reason he didn't think she would. He didn't doubt her guts and he knew she was furiously angry, but for some reason he just thought to himself that She's upset at something, and she's venting it out on me. As long as he wasn't the source of the rage, she wouldn't hurt her. At least, that's his theory.
"You're free to leave if you want. Or you can stay and I'll put away my sword and we'll have a talk. Afterwards, you can do whatever you want." He sat down on the ledge, pants on and the sword in his lap.

He had completely filtered out all the insults by now. He was intruiged by her. "Tell me about your singing blades." he said kindly, deeply interested in what sounds to him like a legendary swordsman's tale.

[User] Damn, this was not going the way she hoped. Where in fact insulting his man pieces made her feel much better, she found herself very funny, it had not induced the rage she had been seeking. How would she make him upset enough that he would take her prisoner back to his camp...? She refrained from.pointing out that merefolks had the same bits and pieces as humans when they were in their humannoid state., and did in fact have to wear pants. She reached down into the water and adjusted her own short skirt. She stewed on how to get into his camp as he lowered his blade and climbed out of the spring. If she wasn't able to see his man bits before she could now. She quickly looked up as the sky trying to ignore her already burning face. Well he seemed pretty vulnerable now, she could attack again....but if that happened he might just fore go taking her prisoner and just kill her, which would not make her very helpful towards the cause... if she demanded that she wouldn't speak to any one besides their leader he may get suspicious of her, and this human was scary enough, she didn't think she could easily overcome the monster of a man that must led this one. Not to mention that this human seemed reluctant to out right harm her...which made.no sense to her..maybe he was just planning on using her in other ways later. She shivered. She would deal with that when it came.She didn't believe him for a second when he mentioned just letting her go. He was clearly just playing nice to try and get her to talk to him. She wasn't willing to call his bluff though. She needed to get into that camp! "Tell me about your singing blades." He said kindly, frowning at him she decided to see if she could talk her way into a solution, she waded to the edge of the spring, making to lift herself out of it. Her current humanoid form was not best suited to the water. As she put her weight onto her arms to heft herself out her palm hit a patch of slimy algae with a gasp she slid forward slamming her face once more against the accursed rocks. With a hiss she covered the gash in her forehead with her hands, "Holy Poseidon bullocks! For the mother of Neptune! Ah balls my head!!" She grunted out trying to blink the blood out of her eye. Her haw clenched, her bottom lip poking out stubbornly, just her luck! Now she would have to figure out the downfall of these humans WITH a horrid head ache and a six inch gash!

[Assistant]
Gwendolyn Blatin

Gwen was swimming in circles with the stress. Her home had been crushed by the human ship. All her possessions - wait! Fuyu (her pet jellyfish) might be trapped! Agh! She just had to go and rescue her! She swam through the weeds surrounding her with elegance. She wiped some algae off her face and she soon reached the lake. She was going to have to swim through it to get to the pirates' boat. Gwen braced herself for a descent, for that was the safest way through the cold, icy waters. She thought she needn't look on the surface of the water for any movement, because the swans and ducks always caught her out and got her in a flap.

Soon she was speeding downwards, through the undergrowth and lower. She was going quite fast, but then she was caught. She was flung back and couldn't move. Gwen screamed in her underwater language - something had got her, something big. She gave the mermaids' cry, hoping someone would hear her and come to the rescue. The net was groping at her neck and her world began spinning, until everything went black... (passed out for lack of oxygen. note her tail is still there.)

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"Pffftttt-- WAHAHAHAHA, OH, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to laugh, but that was just too funny!" Balon exclaimed, laughing hard at the mermaid's second faceplant into the rocks. He stopped laughing gradually, but stopped entirely when he saw the gash on her forehead. "Oh shoot, you're bleeding!" he stuck his hand into his pocket, taking out a handkercheif (that he never used, since he found the idea of blowing your snot in cloth and putting it in your pocket was disgusting) and approached the girl. If she would let him close, he would gently dip the handkercheif in the water and put it against the gash on her forehead. If she didn't allow him close, he'd simply toss her the handkercheif.

"Hehehe... Poseidon's bollocks." he snickered.

[Assistant]
Surprised by his laughter Leo's mouth curved slightly,amused against her better judgement, she half heartedly chucked a rock at his shins. "Damn human."she muttered trying to merge her features back into a scowl.
 Leo cringed as the human neared her, sensing that he would take note of her flinch she decided to clearify so he wouldn't think she was afraid of him, "you're going to use your human snot rag to clean my wound?" She eyed it warily it looked clean enough to she allowed him to approach her.He leaned over and dipped the the handkerchief into the water, then placed it on her wound. She barely kept from flinching as her wound let out a fresh throb. Biting her lip she looked everywhere but at the scoundrel.
Suddenly flustered by the closeness of the stranger Leo stood swiftly to her feet, taking a step back the world swayed around her, swinging on a axis she stumbled trying to make everything stop spinning, "whoa~" she muttered suddenl nauseous.

[User] "They call me Blythe and the tiny one Drake." Drake turned red. "Who you callin' short?" Drake scoffed and Blythe chuckled. "So when you say you've never met a human before does that mean you yourself are not a human?" Drakes eyes widen. "Not human? What else would she be. I've heard legends of mermaids and fairys and other mythical creatures but they're just legends... right?" Blythe shook his head. "Nope they're real. We were just so secluded in our land that we never learned of these creatures existence. So am I right in assuming that your a mermaid?"

[Assistant]
There was something heavy caught in Luz's net. In fact, it made her raft bob downwards slightly, so in hopes of preserving her life she began to paddle toward the shore. Worried as she was by the immediate threat of drowning, though, when she looked down and saw a massive tangle of tentacles, all she could do was wonder if she had any recipes involving jellyfish. Grunting, she hauled the net up and then nearly dropped it with a loud swear. When they were close to shore, Luz secured the net and pulled on her boots. Dinner would have to wait.
She put the net and the half-human it contained over her shoulder and started to hike, gasping, toward camp to share her discovery.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 37

Gender: Female

Personality: Ragula is a cold, passive woman that prefers to listen and think then act and suggest. She works less as an addition to the brainstorm and battle tactics, and more as someone to keep things back into the lines of possible. She hates violence and always prefers to lead things to a less aggressive means of ending a confrontation. She is a wise lady, one who feels for her people but knows that she has no way to protect them until she has secured safety for her kingdom in general. A natural leader but less through moral and bravado and more through a way of manipulation and stubbornness, she is a lady that will strike you as a statue but quickly become animated in ways you would rarely see any man even twice as powerful as herself even imagine.

Backstory: Ragula was the daughter of Istiniar's Village elder, a man who had been threatening time and time again to have the village willingly be captured by the rival of swadia. Istiniar was a prosperous town purely due to the hard work of the men and women that worked and lived they're, despite the odds and do to traitors hidden in the nobility, who had been purposefully over taxing them. In order to help alleviate stress, one of the many noblemen were forced to marry her. The wedding helped her slowly begin to infiltrate her new husband's agenda. It was her vendetta with the man who overtaxed her people that suddenly sparked a desire to rid her entire kingdom of traitors, rebels and internal struggle which she did through her husband. Unfortunately, her husband has killed via poisoning that she was to have drunk yet she had no thanks to him imploring that she wait for him to try it first. In her anger, she fought restlessly for rights over his army, kingdom, and wealth and trained herself by capturing rebels and bandits and forcing them to battle her with training weapons, granted freedom only if they could beat her. She proved remarkably resilient and a quick learner, slowly engrossing herself in an obsession with battle and war, spending all of her time learning how to fight or lead an army and other required needs for combat. When she was called forth for the first time, for a siege of a Swadian castle, she proved her worth, as she not only led the siege but improved their odds with her studies of seize tools and when they failed do to a noble of their own side switching sides and attacking them by surprise, she single-handedly defended the others as they retreated with nothing but her small army. She has since then been given a significantly larger army that she has left at her castle to train immensely as she travels with a much smaller group to attempt to make peace with the other military forces without violence.

Skills:

Tactics

Training

Surgery

wound treatment

Engineering

Weapons/Equipment:
Military scythe
Short sword
Heater sheild

Plate armor
Leather gloves
Woolen hose

Wimple (for disguise)

Sausage x3
Honey x1

Other: Ragula, of course, is a midow, and because of so many nobles of Rhodoks are attempting to sway her to marry so that they may have her large army and the moral boost of Ragula.

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Brenna had heard the whispers in the air of some nobles summoning folks high and low to the border of Swadia and Rhodok to swear legiances and swords to their respective kingdoms. She scoffed at the idea, she would make her own way--although it couldn't hurt to go to the ordeal, she always heard how these balls where these nobles congregate is a good a time as any to make a few connectoins; maybe she could woo some old hag into courting her. But first she had to doll herself up a bit. Surely they wouldn't let a peasant into a house of lords. Sunrise above, Brenna put down her scythe and went inside to wash up as best she could; there were few adequate means of hygiene on this ragged farm--she was one of the few young hands her employed to tend to the fields in his sickly days, but he was the only one with any experience in irridation and piping; "a girl shouldn't dirty her hands like that, darlin'", pfft.

 So she found the best wear she could, an olive green dress and a cheap golden neckless. She pulled her hair back and twisted it into a bun, sure to let no strang loose--she heard the upper class thought it wasn't "fitting of an upright woman" to have loose ends. To them, it meant a woman was sloppy. Idiotic lords and their arbitrary customs. But alas, she had no time to waste. She went to her father's quarters and kissed him on the cheek--he was sleeping.

"I'll be back, papa. I promise." Soft fingertips rubbed his wrinkled forehead and she turned to leave the room. Just before she did, she remembered something; the dagger her father used to carry with him in his younger years when he would visit the taverns. He always kept it in the drawer next to his bed when he slept. She quietly peeled open the drawer andd acquired the dagger which she holstered in one of her bra straps.

 Then she set out to the horse stable to acquire one of the smaller, speedier steeds. She saddled up and rode off. It took her no time--an hour at most--to reach the border where this soiree was taking place. She dismounted the horse a few paces away, they'd think her a raider or a pirate. She moved up to the gates and put on her best prim accent,

"Pardon me, sirs--" an inviting, soft smile. "--I am an attendant of one of the ladies."

"Who?" One of the brutish guards repulsed. She had half a mind to slit his throat right then.

"Lady Eskyr" a made up name to be sure, but one that sounded close enough to a relative of the high-crown that she had overheard during one of her occasional trips to the local taverns. Hopefully this made up noblewoman had lots of servants.

To her suprise, the guards stepped aside. The path to glory had begun.

[Assistant]
The trip from the steppes to the Swadian plains had been a pleasantly uneventful one. Temujin and his small band had arrived to the gathering among the first arrivals. The small gathering of Khergits had built their yurt in a corner of the - at that time - small camp and kept mostly to themselves for now. They were after all technically in enemy territory - though there currently was a peace treaty between the Khanate and Swadia the Blue Wolf would take no chances.

There were whispers around the camp - some about him, sadly most of those far from the truth. The Khergit had heard someone refer to him as Temujin Khan - he did not care for such speech, but even he had to laugh at it. He was far from a Khan, but... It had a nice ring to it. The Noyan had politely corrected the other man by reminding that there was only room for one Khan and adding as a jest that he himself wasn't made of quite stern enough stuff to be a Khan.

Once again Temujin and his men found themselves spending their time sitting around their campfire, drinking tea with goat's milk and offering a cup and a seat to any passer by who was brave enough to join them. Most of the talking was done by the other Khergits, with Temujin offering a few words every now and again - mostly words of dry humor, or an anecdote fitting the matter that was discussed upon. He glanced at the black banner of his that flowed lazily in the breeze, then turned his attention back to more examining the newest arrivals than actually paying heed to the conversation going around him.

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There would be opportunities aplenty, and drink for the thirsty and a place to pitch a tent for the weary, or so the promise went. Adrick slicked his hair back from his eyes staring at the distant collection of tents. Three days of riding and little sleep left the man weary eyed and thirsty, denoted by the empty wine skin that hung limp at his side and the bags under his eyes. The horse beneath him panted with each step, plodding down the rocky mountain path at an ever slowing pace. Adrick felt no need to rush the final legs of his journey, not with his destination in sight. Such enthusiasm could be left to those who envisioned a greater tomorrow, who served on bended knee to their liege lord squirming to receive his praise and admiration. In some ways this made Adrick less of a liability, as long as the intended task wasn't required to be punctual. This latest employer was aware of Adrick's temperament however, having utilized his services in the past, and in anticipation gave the mercenary ample time to complete his mission.

 "Easy, watch ye step old lad, not too far now." Adrick soothed patting his horse's neck. The steed whinnied, a few rocks shifting out from under his unsteady iron shoes. While surefooted on the flat ground the beast like most warhorses wasn't built for riding up and down the Rhodokian mountains, at least not with ease.

 By late morning Adrick arrived at his northern destination, riding boldly across the open ground towards the palisade's entrance. One of the guards stepped forward flanked by another guard, taking the horse's bridal in his armored fist, clicking his tongue in a manner of one used to such practices. Adrick stared down as if surprised by this action.
 "I asked you to halt and declare," the guard accused with a frustrated growl. "State your name and business here."

 "My name is who gives a damn, and my business is mind yer own." Adrick laughed, taking his foot from the stirrup and kicking the guard's hand from the bridal. "But if ye desperately want to know I have a dispatch from Sir Guliven for Sir Culiven his brother, who ought to be here now. If ye have any brains yer going to move and let me deliver it bastard."

 "Why you vile brigand, I'll have your hand for that!" The guard reached for his sword but his companion stopped him, staring Adrick in the eye.

 "You will have the seal then?" He asked, holding out his hand.

 "Aye," Adrick reached into his pocket, placing the slightly crumpled scroll into the man's hand. For a moment the guard stared at the wax seal, before giving it back.

 "Very well, in you go straight to Sir Culiven's tent." The guards stepped aside, allowing Adrick to ride past, sneering in victory. The guard he had kicked and insulted was red faced and furious, but he made no move to harry the mercenary further. The lord's mail was not to be stopped, no matter how rude the messenger was.

[Assistant]
Ragula looked out into the courtyard with cold eyes, the wind catching her crudely made-up hair, a wavy strand dangling to her left eye. She had left her battalion to camp out with the rest, spending large sums on alcohol and fine meals for them so that the military groups may loosen up. This whole thing was risky, but she felt it was the only way to unite the people of Caldradia. Taking a deep breath she walked down from her room, stepping towards the entrance to look at the ongoers. The first, a wanderer she assumed to be a hired sword. She'd keep an eye on him. The next was a girl she felt was almost too posh, and any noblewoman that smelled of manure was an oddity, but she felt she would be no harm with the surplus of guards around. The final was a young man, who she knew well. When at war, he was there well-needed cavalry, again and again, saving her hind time and time over. She chuckled at his games, rude as they were, it was nice to calm her nerves in these trying time. Her hand went out to the first person she acknowledged as worthy of being here. He had been pivotal in keeping rhodoks safe from invasion and deserved a say in pressing matters as these. Moving to him, her hand reached out to shake. The pale and older widow attempted a smile. It'd be nice to test her social skills against him, they'd been unused for years now.

"Adrick Gordonson! It's a surprise to see you" Her low and deep voice boomed, it was smooth and cold, almost like a mother catching you coming home late at night.
"I am sure you're behaving yourself? What brings you here?" She continued, teasing him. A small grin slowly raising across her face, one that had been absent so long that it looked almost wrong.

[User]
Crossing the palisade's threshold Adrick soon found himself emerging into the bustle of an army camp. Strong men, weak men, men with weapons and men with armies mingled among the tents wishing to find direction and the ultimatum, war. Adrick himself had no idea where to start looking for Culvien, and could only hope to stumble upon the knight walking up and down the rows of tents. A frustrating task no doubt, but one he was willing to accomplish for the promised hundred denars.

 He was about to press on when a deep feminine voice hailed him, causing Adick to turn in the saddle. At first his eyes glazed over in confusion not recognizing the tall, pale women but in a flash he remembered, willingly dismounting from his horse and saluting Ragula with a raised hand.

 "M'lady, haha if it in'nt Madame blood chiller. How long has it been since we've seen eye to eye, I cannot recall?" He took Ragula's hand in his own, shaking it warmly. He spoke to her in his usual grating way, but his voice was tinged in respect for the widow before him.

 "Behaving myself," he snorted waving off the phrase as if it was a passing breeze. "Never, no I have been up to as much foul decadence that I can accomplish without being thrown into a castle cell. Today being the exception of course, delivering a knight's bloody mail. But as I always say, nothing is beneath me when it comes to easy denars. Perhaps ye've heard of a sir Culvien and could direct me towards his tent, then we could sit down for a drink and catch up on olden times with my reward money. Ye would pay of course."

[Assistant] Perhaps I could spend some money for banter, but then again, that's essentially what I am here to do" She remarked before putting up her hand up, pointing her finger to the large camp building for the soldiers and Temujin. "I assume he's somewhere within the encampment, most likely drilling his troops on their manners. I wish you luck in finding him. I have matters to attend to elsewhere" She replied with a small smile, giving him a curtsey bow, light and simple. and walking off deeper into the castle. She was off to lay her demands on the help within so that they made everything up proper. Everything needed to be perfect, or else this could easily make things worse than they already had been. As much as she enjoyed the company of a familiar face, Adrick was a worrisome face. He was not one to be wise with his words or to hold his tongue and as he is from Rhodoks he may prove counter-productive in her efforts. She would have to talk to him later. Negotiations could easily be turned into hostilities and it was her job to stop that. She was nervous and terrified, but not a soul could tell.


[System]
Age: 37

Background: Sahara's grandfather fought in the war that lead up to the Atomic Awakening. Many people place some amount of blame on the soldiers who fought in the war, so it wasn't an easy life for him. Even so, Sahara would always listen to his stories. Stories of glory, of honor, and of death, loss, and suffering. What she took interest in most however, was his stories of the ships that sailed on oceans of water. The old world was now only a story. Expeditions to the surface rarely came back, and it was difficult to gather much information anyways going down there. Nobody knew how much the world had changed, if it even had at all. The skies, were all humanity knew now.

But her Grandfather had been a Captain in the United States Navy, and his stories drove her to work hard to have her own ship one day. It was a simple dream, but she never knew just how far she would take it. Working her way up from nothing, she was a nobody on board a freighter that came under attack from a Wyvern.

Nobody knows what truly happened that day but Sahara, but the stories claim that she took down the Wyvern by herself, with nothing more than a harpoon gun, and a knife. No matter the reality of the story, it cemented her place as a legend among sailors, and it wasn't long after that she had her own ship, and a call for crewmembers was sent out. No doubt, many people would answer the call at a chance to serve under the legendary Sahara Drake.

She was truly a modern Captain Drake.

Personality: Sahara is a rather serious person when it comes to matters aboard her ship. She won't take even a joke of insubordination lightly, and won't be challenged by her crew. Even questioning the story of her battle with a Wyvern is likely to get some sort of punishment. Most sailors understand that it doesn't matter if the story is true or not. They know that people need something, and someone to believe in if they are ever going to stand a chance against the monsters of the surface. If they are going to hunt monsters, they need to believe it's possible. Sahara is willing to be the symbol of proof that it can be done.

When not aboard her ship however, Sahara becomes much more open, willing to drink her nights away, laugh and party with her crew. As long as they're ready to do their jobs when the ship leaves port, she doesn't care what they do. At least, not right now she doesn't.

Crew Position: Captain

Aspirations: Simply put, she dreams of Captaining a vessel capable of taking on the biggest and baddest of the world's monsters. She has only heard stories of the Warships of the Old World, but it gives her ideas for what could be the ships of the future.

Appearance:

[User]
Chapter 1: To the Skies

The call went out. A new frigate was launching, and it was being lead by none other than the famed Captain Drake. Who better to Captain a vessel designed to kill monsters, than one who had killed a monster themselves? The Frigate, named simply, The Drake, was newly commissioned, and it was so new that the barrels of its guns hadn't even yet turned black from the explosions of gunpowder. Rumor was that there were weapons that didn't need powder in development, but rumors were rumors. Rumor had it that each city was actually flying on the back of a giant turtle, and that human ingenuity had nothing to do with it.

People still had their imaginations intact at least. But perhaps the name of the ship seemed a little much... but honestly, Drake didn't name it. It seemed the Admiral who commissioned the ship in the first place wanted a Drake captained by a Drake.

The name didn't matter, what mattered was whether or not it could do its job.

Sahara was on board the ship giving it a look over. It wasn't much, below deck had just enough room for a day's supplies, ammunition and powder, and the boiler and coal supply it required. Above deck, it was little more than two guns big enough to take down something fairly big, but not professional warship weaponry by the standards of the war that had awoken the monsters in the first place. They would do their job...

All she had to do was wait for her crew to arrive. She hadn't chosen them personally, another thing the Admiralty had done, so she didn't even know what was coming. She was told that her crew would consist of herself, a Helmsman, two engineers, and two gunners. This was already pushing the limits of the available room on the ship, but they would have to make it work. She could take the helm if needed, and surely they only needed one engineer. Two gunners for two guns sure but, either way they would have to make it work.

They had to make this work. This was a test, for all of humanity. All of the Frigates that had been built lately hadn't had much success, either destroyed, or no luck finding targets to hunt in the first place. But they would be the first. They had to... if they ever wanted a chance at taking back the surface.

[Assistant]
Étienne Baptiste Richard had hung around Baltimore long enough. It was time to get to work. He had all his possessions packed up in a tubular shaped white canvas bag, roughly four foot in length and two feet in diameter. He heaved the thirty-pound sack onto his shoulder and strolled the docks looking for his ship. There were much larger vessels tied up to peers, but somehow, he knew they were not what he was looking for.

Walking the docks caused memories from his time spent in Montreal to come flooding back. He worked the docks for more than a few years before he went to sea. 'Sea' the thought made him laugh. No one sailed the seas any longer. Today, they sailed the heavens, the skies or the airways. Gusts of winds caressed these decks, no longer the lapping of waves.

The ship was smaller than any he had flown aboard. Most of his time was spent aboard cargo ships, but even the few combat vessels he'd worked on were much larger than this one. This was more a patrol boat than an actual Frigate, but that was her designation, so Frigate she would be—The Drake.

Étienne walked up the gang plank toward the deck spying his new Captain, a real fire breather this one was with her wild red hair and flamboyant attire. 'Going to be a fun cruise,' Étienne thought to himself. He stepped aboard with his sea bag flipping off his shoulder and to the deck at his feet. The six-foot two-inch Frenchman of African descent snapped off a professional salute, "Étienne Richard, reporting for duty, ma'am." His accent was decidedly French. Once the appropriate salute was returned, he lowered his arm. "I am trained in the use of your deck guns, ma'am—among other things." He didn't want to say too much as this was his first meeting with the ship's captain. He was prepared to store his gear and begin to inspect his new duty station. Étienne was excited about this assignment and prepared for a deployment.

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Jillian hugged her parents and her siblings thightly. No one had spoken about the difficulties that lied ahead but they all were aware of the possible dangers on board a frigate that was going to be hunting for monsters. Warm goodbyes and farewells had been exchaged when Jillian picked up her brown duffel bag and hung it over her shoulder. As she walked out she read the information again she had received. "The ship is called The Drake and the Captain is Sahara Drake." She said half out loud. Jillian picked up her pace she didn't want to be late on her first day and make a bad first impression.

When she arrived on the docks she started looking out for the ship she was enlisted on. Jillian didn't bother trying to read the names of the big ones. Scanning the ships she noticed a couple of frigates and she went by them one by one till she found the right one. The Drake. Jill stopped for a moment to examine the Frigate. She could tell it wouldn't fit a whole lot of people and with supplies space would be scarce but it had a balloon and a solid body so it could fly and right now that was all she cared about. A spark of joy appeared in her sea green eyes, forgetting all the dangers that might lie ahead for a moment.

Jillian stroked a few hairs that had escaped the braid because of the wind behind her ears and walked on board. She saw two people on board. One male and one female. The male had a big bag so she asumed he was one of the crew aswell. Her eyes rested on the captain for a moment instantly felt the authority radiating from her. Jill was impressed by the female captain and would sure find a great role model in her. "Jillian Bosson, engineer. Reporting for duty Captain." she said as she stood straight and saluted. At least she hoped she did it right. Her experience on vessel like this being directly under a Captain in the fleet was very limited. Her skills, working spirit and her fighting spirit were hopefully enough to forgive honest mistakes she possibly would make.

[Assistant]
Oh man. He was gonna be late.

Not because of oversleeping, or getting lost, or even having second thoughts about risking his neck out there in the open sky. Nah, nothing like that; Jaroslav had been up before sunrise, known exactly where in the city to head, and nothing under the sun could've convinced him to skip out on an adventure like this. No, rather, he was going to be late 'cause, well--- he'd fallen in love.

Jaroslav stopped in front of a yet another ship for the umpteenth time that morning, gaze trailing along its hull. This one was big, much more so than the small one-man boats he'd steered so far. He whistled, lingered, imagined how it would feel to ride something like that, and then promptly remembered he was supposed to be looking for a ship called the Drake. A few dedicated steps later, he spotted another docked beauty, and the cycle began anew.

By the time he finally spied a familiar combination of letters painted on a ship's side, everyone else was already present. Or so he assumed, anyway - he had taken his sweet-ass time, after all. The frigate was... far smaller than he'd imagined, honestly, especially in comparison to the large transport ships he'd admired earlier. The guns kinda made up for it, though. 'Sides, size wasn't everything; smaller ships were easier - and faster - to steer.

Jaro raised a hand in greeting and made his approach before he could be distracted again. He was getting pumped.

"Yo, this the Drake?" he gave the ship and its crew a quick glance-over, then grinned and swung his old, worn bag down without waiting for an invitation to do so - or an answer to his question. "Cool. I'll be your helmsguy; Jaroslav Moravec. You ever heard of The Blazer?" he jabbed a thumb in the direction of his chest, grin widening. "Same guy. Hope you ain't the type to get seasick."


[System]
Bloody Mary
A warped record plays her song...
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Human?

Appearance: (She does not have the robot-esque hands. Her hands are normal.) She's a tall woman of slim build and average muscle. She sports platinum blonde hair that goes to right above the shoulder, and hides it in her bonnet thingy. She is fair-skinned, and has a nice, soft face, with slightly thin lips, and a petite nose. Her bust size is a bit below average, and she has slender legs. Her hands are surprisingly quite soft, and she does not wear any sort of nail polish. Her hips are quite wide, but hidden under her antique dress.

Faction: Order of the Sword

Personality: An intelligent lady who is naturally sweet, but unflinchingly honest, mainly because she doesn't realize when she says something rude. Fairly easily persuaded and trusting. Also very quiet, even though she believes she is right almost always due to being praised for most all of her life. She shares a natural sympathy for demons and angels due to her interactions and bond with Hunter, but will still kill demons or angels and adapt their technologies and allow others to experiment on them. The dead have no regrets after all.

She has a supreme hatred of her silvery blood, becoming ashamed and almost vomiting at it's sight. She also only use her demon-like form as an absolute last resort.

Bio: Born and raised in Sweden, she was a star student in school and quickly rose the academic ranks, going to college at only 15. With double degrees in both Theology and Engineering, the incident at Fortuna naturally interested her. At 19 She moved there and attempted to get closer to the Order by joining it, but realized that, as management changed hands the organization now fought for good. Her skill allowed her to work under the Head Researcher, a man with the visage of an demon named Hunter.

The old man treated her like his daughter, doting and focusing on her as if she was his own. He had never had a child due to his experiments turning him into a demon, and she had never had a father, so the glove seemed to fit. As the man grew older though, he realized that he was going to have to pass his work onto her. His last project before he retired was a bio-engineering magnum opus that aimed to give the power of the divine to humans without making them horrific beasts or sacrificing themselves to demonhood. Maria was to be the recipient.

The experiment wasn't a complete success. Though Mary didn't completely sacrifice her humanity and become a demon, she is no longer fully human. She has spliced her blood with that of a demon's. Though she is not a demon she can become a demon-like creature at will, and her blood is a sickly luminous white. Both she and Hunter refused to report this to Kyrie and Nero, instead pretending that the experiment just made her faster and stronger. Currently, she is trying to figure out a way to dissuade The Order from adopting this mutation for regular use, all while caught up in the middle of the apocalypse. What's a girl to do, ey?

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities: unnatural almost demonic strength and speed, though her body is still as frail as a human's.
* Devil Trigger: A more bestial form bestowing her lots of fur, razor sharp teeth and claws, and antlers. This mode givers her increased power, defense, and speed. But she can only use this for a limited amount of time, and hates revealing her demon visage. She also gains some DT-specific techniques.
* Firebrand Trigger: Fairly similar to her DT, except fiery. A trail of magma follows behind her, seeping out of her legs, and she's able to enhance her attacks with explosions.

Style:
Huntress, LV 1 - This style gives Mary speed. Her focus in this mode will be to allow the enemy to wear itself out, quickly dodging in and out of it's range and lightly attack before escaping. At LV 1 this allows her great boosts of speed similar to a dodge in any direction, except up or down. Along with a general speed boost, of course.
LVL 2 - Flashsteps, incredible jumps, wall running, etc.
LVL 3 - Corporeal Illusions

Beasthood, LV 1 - This style gives Mary power. Her focus in this mode is to completely curb stomp the enemy, relentlessly attacking it until it's not more than dust. At LV 1 this allows her to hold either two weapons at the same time, or a ridiculously large two handed weapon. Along with a general attack speed and strength boost, of course.
LVL 2 - 3 weapons at once
LVL 3 - 3 weapons times 3

Equipment:

A long handgun infused with divine power so that it may harm demons and angel. Crafted by both Hunter and Mary as their first duo project.
[LV 2] The gun becomes full auto.
[LV 3] Infuse blood into the bullets to increase their power.

A large scimitar that cuts through the air (and everything else) like butter. She may also attach it to the handle made of angel bone to transform it into a scythe when in Beasthood Style. Hunter's weapon for when he was still gathering materials "in the field."
[LV 2] Demonic thorns cover the blade, dealing more damage and inflicting bleeding.
[LV 3] Add a Exceed Engine to the BS.

Made of Orpheus, a human turned demon by rejecting the gods, this jitte has the ability to manipulate vibrations. At level one, it may simply generate these vibrations, useful for audial trickery or enhanced attacks.
[LV 2] Manipulate existing vibrations.
[LV 3] The vibrations become magical, not needing a medium to travel through.

Obtained from Lily, Mary now has the ability to summon simple weapons by solidifying magic. Because of their ephemeral nature, they're mostly used as throwing weapons. At level one, Mary can summon both spears and shuriken to throw. The shuriken are faster, and more than one can be thrown at a time in Huntress, while the spears fly farther, and are a bit more powerful.
[LV 2] Mary can now summon swords to act as a shield.
[LV 3] Mary now has complete control of all summoned weapons.

PoD
Unload: A simple three-shot burst.
Headshot: A quick unflinching bullet to the head.

BS
Reverse Cleave: A backhanded slash to launch the opponent backwards.
Head Buster: A small leap into a powerful downward slice that could shatter much with ease.
Dropkick: Plant the BS into the ground, using it as a pole to dropkick an enemy. Can break an enemy's guard.
Weapon Trick: When in Beasthood Style, can transform the weapon into a scythe.
Ariel Rave: A quick few slashes while in the air.
Launcher - Send the opponent into the air with an upward strike. Following them up is optional.

BS - Scythe
Hell-a-copter: Multiple spins above the head designed to decapitate multiple foes at once.
Logarius' Spin: A quick circular slice to the left, then right. Can be done while moving.
Hell and Back: Throw the BS-S towards an enemy, before it returns.

TE
Beat: Enhance one's strikes by forcing the jitte to vibrate.
Capriccio: Replicate a simple sound at any volume.
Intermezzo: A blast of vibrational energy that travels straight forward for a short distance before dispersing.
Falsetto: Generate a loud, incredibly high pitched sound to deafen allies and enemies alike.

PP
Shuriken Storm - Mary spins around quickly, throwing out as many shuriken as possibly.
Firework - Mary launches a spear, and shortly after it sticks into something, it bursts into magical energy.
Sawblade - A trio of large shuriken crawl across the floor, slicing up anything in their way.
Lance a lot - Mary summons a huge spear, and can use it almost like a lance.
Air Trick - Summon a spear as a stepping stone to jump again.

Huntress
Dash: A quick step in any direction.
Demon's Soul - A quick dash forward, ending when the BS is firmly planted into an enemy's heart.
Accelerando Dash: Dash, using TE to enhance the distance traveled.

Beasthood
Bloodstorm: A quick sweeping spin with BS, accompanied with a spray of bullets at the same time.
Duet: TE can enhance both itself and another weapon with Beat.
Waltz: Use TE to spin in a circle with both that and the BS out.

Devil Trigger
Chomp! - Mary grabs the opponent and takes a large bite out of them, restoring a small amount of health.
Demon's Omen - An explosive roar that deals no damage, but knocks small opponent's back.

Firebrand Trigger
Magma Dash - A quick burst of speed that leaves a thick trail of lava behind Mary.
Rondo of Burn - Use the vibrations of TE to create a wave of lava.
Some of her attacks have small explosive AoEs added.

[User]
Vigrid

Mission Complete

Kushiel
Kills: 2/5
Style: 2/3 (+1, PvP)

Lily
Kills: 5/5 (+3, Champion Kill)
Style: 3/3 (+1, PvP)

Fenn
Kills: 5/5 (+2, Allegiance Kill)
Style: 2/3

-Am-X Blair
Kills: 4/5
Style: 2/3 (+1, PvP)

Note: Remember that Style will go directly to your Styles. Your "Kills" scores will be assignable where you please. Add them to the spreadsheets.

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Mitis Forest
@Zorogami@Lmpkio@rivaan

Gorgon placed her hand one one of the snakes, and vaulted herself up into the air, evading the wide strike from Wrath. He managed to catch one of the snakes, the one she vaulted off of, but the other one was coming from below, getting low on the ground and pursuing Wrath. She kept the Nephilim in her sights as she landed a little after Wrath's backflip ended, sprinting towards him. With the way she was moving towards him, it looked like she fights with hand to hand, and with her acrobatic movements very quickly too, but at the same time her snake companions seemed to be backing her up. The one that was struck had finished reeling from taking a hit though it would not reach the fight for a few moments after it's twin did. The dagger was a danger too to any careless attack as she demonstrated before her ability to parry an attack.

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Ancient Library
@Kafka Komedy@Lugubrious@liferusher@ProPro

"Oh I think I'm going to cry Akoni", he taunted. Akoni's plan was sound, at least, as far as he knew Sevrin. The man didn't have any weapons... But there was so much he didn't know about him now. As soon as Akoni went to grab the Yamato through the portal, he felt a stinging pain as Sevrin flipped out a knife from under his sleeves. In a single motion he dropped the Yamato, slashed Akoni's hand then kicked the Yamato back up, switching the hand he held the blade in.

"But I'm afraid it's almost closing time... I wasn't joking about the librarian, so with that... Farewell", he said, grabbing his hat and bowing as he put his knife away.

From behind Sevrin a blue glow began to emanate, getting brighter, and brighter, and as soon as it reached it's opus, it fired. Sevrin's image distorted and disappeared as he was no longer anywhere to be seen, likely getting away with his skill in subterfuge, but in his place... Was a beast of eldritch origins.

The people of the Council would know what these foul ancient beasts were, and for them to appear once more, was only ill omen.

Abyssal.

[Assistant]
Mitis Forest-Forest Showdown

Wrath growled slightly in annoyance but took note of Gorgon's preferred choice of close combat fighting. Switching to Comminus Form, he sheaths Rage Bringer and the claws on his gauntlets appear, the light of the sun reflecting off them as he took a ready stance. When her first attack came, Wrath side stepped to the right, avoiding the dagger but finding himself face to face with the snake, which he rolled forwards under it's strike. He'd determined early on that getting hit by one of those big boys would mean he had a very bad day. Spinning quickly, he knocks aside another dagger strike with his left hand and aims a slash towards Gorgon's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, before jumping back and once more being forced to evade the giant snake.

He knew the other snake would be arriving to join in the fray soon so Wrath used his Rapid Slashes on Gorgon, closing with her at incredible speeds and slashing five times in quick succession, each blow aimed somewhere different on her body. When he finished, he aimed a quick jab at her chest, a poor decision, as the second snake caught him from his left and sent him careening into a tree. The impact knocked the wind out of the nephilim, but he stood up, taking his stance again. He needed someone to take the snakes if he was going to have a chance.


[System]
Age: Twenty-Three

Unable to really decide the direction that she wanted to go, Sara is currently studying a mix of the arts and fashion. She is a bright young woman, and is currently attending university on scholarship. Her family could have paid for her education, but she insisted that she earn her way into the program instead, wanting to see if she could get in by her own merit. Growing up as an only child left to her own devices, she is a rather meek girl, doing her best to keep to herself as to not cause bother to anyone. As her parents often had many meetings, she learned social cues on when not to interrupt, or how to ask for things in a polite manner being that many calls that her parents took were to businessmen who had little time or patience to be put on hold. Since her parents were usually busy handling affairs, they thought it best for Sara to get accustomed to being at the home, and was home-schooled for a large duration of her education. The plan was to have her marry off to improve stocks, but Sara insisted that she did want to pursue a higher education for herself.

She enjoyed her many lessons, from music to learning other languages, but she has long since forgotten most of it. As a child, the music lessons were her favorite, mostly because she was able to play to a small audience of her many stuffed animals and just a few hands around the home. Due to this, she grew rather attached to her stuffed animals she had tons of during her childhood. The hands were busy taking care of the house, but they had little in common with a young girl. With no actual friends to play with, her imagination simply boomed to keep her entertained. Unfortunately, this habit has caused her to become quite awkward when talking to new people, and confide her stuffed animals or pets over the years.

Still, even if she is not the best around people, she goes out of her way to show kindness towards others, often putting their problems in front of her own. Sara herself isn't much of a fighter, if at all. Not having much interaction with people didn't lead her to really having to know anything as far as defending herself. Even still, she will do her best to help those that need it, even if she had no idea what she is doing.

[User]
The woman seemed to be a pretty deep sleeper, as the teddy bears constant wriggling didn't do too much to actually disturb her. If anything, it just had her shift about, at times easing her grip, and tightening back up again. Soon enough, the teddy bear was free from her grasp. As the soft fur poked the sleeping face of the young woman, her nose instinctively scrunched up as some of the fur tickled at her nose. Sara still had not registered that the bear she had been holding so closely was now gone.

Quite some time had passed between her falling asleep, and the bear's slow movements to get the chair towards the door to escape. The carpet was working to an advantage, to some fault. While it made its escape quieter, the chair would indeed get caught in bits of the carpet, slowing the escape. Their patience would be rewarded, as the young woman didn't wake up from her slumber, but seemed to realize subconsciously that she no longer was holding the bear, a quiet whimper escaping her throat as her hands began feeling about the bed for the familiar fur she was used to holding. Her search didn't keep for too long, her hands eventually stilling as she slipped back into a deep sleep.

It seemed that the darkness of the room from the bear's height had deceived them, for the door was wide open. The effort they had put into dragging the chair seemed to be for nothing. The door to get out would be a different story, however. As they made their way through the dorm, the way lit by more small night-lights in outlets around the dorm. Clearly, Sara wasn't fond of the dark, which is why she left her door open, even though she had sufficient light in her room to fall asleep. Loud voices suddenly pierced through the door. College students. They didn't know much rhyme or reason about when you should be considerate of others sleep schedules. The group passed through, the quiet soon returning. So quiet, the air became slightly heavy.

"Isn't this the place?"

Some rustling. Paper, perhaps? "Yeah, Dorm 55. That weird chick lives here. The one that talks to that bear she's got all the time."

The handle turned rougly a few times, voices outside muttering curse words that it was locked. "Give me that screwdriver I'll just pry the damn thing open."

[Assistant]
Rasteva did scream this time. Albeit silently so as not to wake the still slumbering woman. All of their work. All of their struggling was for NOTHING as the bedroom door had been open the entire time. The Daemon pressed a paw to their face, and wondered what it would be like to cry actual tears. They had never done so a day in their life, but now seemed like an appropriate time to do so. Hopping down from the chair and filled with abject embarrassment, the Daemon scampered out the door and towards the main room of the girl's home. This time they knew that they'd have to repeat the process, but at least their efforts wouldn't be for nothing.

Toddling into the kitchen, the Daemon prepared to haul yet another chair to the door when they heard voices. A group of Humans seemed to be chattering outside, and the Daemon paused to listen. Their conversation did not make much sense, but it immediately became clear that they were talking about the Woman who's home the Daemon was trying to escape.

Much more concerning was that they were attempting to break in.

This posed a variety of problems for a number of reasons and Rasteva bolted back into the woman's bedroom. Scrambling up onto her bed, the Daemon began to prod at her again in a panic but suddenly halted. What would they do once she woke up? They couldn't reveal what they were and It wasn't every day that stuffed animals spoke, and she was sure to be terrified. Moreso once the people at the door managed to make their way inside. The Daemon supposed that the could simply lay there they way a stuffed animal should and not intervene at all. Rasteva stared down at the sleeping woman, mind turning over itself. She had done nothing wrong. Her only crime had been holding the small toy that the Daemon now possessed.

They could not leave her to Fate.

Groaning in irritation, the Daemon hopped from the bed and rushed back into the other room. The sound of tools could be heard on the other side of the door and the voice cajoled each other as the Humans on the other side moved ever closer to getting in. Rasteva let out aother groan, unable to believe that they would be forced to waste what precious energy they had on THIS. But in a way it could be considered repayment for possessing a random girl's stuffed animal and making off with it.

The Bear dropped soundlessly to the floor and a plume of smoke erupted from it as Rasteva pulled themselves from the toy. They wound their way across the floor and under the front door. Coiling at the gathered Human's feet Rasteva gathered what power they had to expand their present form. It was not much, but it would do. One of the Humans noticed the smoke pooling at their feet and began to panic, alerting the rest. Rasteva drew themselves up to eye level with them, a cloud of black smoke roiling on itself in front of them. Of all their possible forms this one by far was the most useless. Rasteva could do nothing, and had no means by which to physically interact with anything.

But they could be seen, and they could be heard.

"COWER MORTALS BEFORE YOUR IMPENDING DOOM. SEE AND HEAR THE END OF NOT ONLY YOUR EXISTENCE BUT ALL LIFE ON THIS PITIFUL WORLD."
From where the Humans were standing they were confronted by a screaming pillar of smoke with a large fanged maw.

Needless to say they were terrified.

The door forgotten, the Humans promptly began to scream as was to be expected when confronted by a threatening smoke cloud. Rasteva took a moment to revel in their terror, but not for long. They ran the risk of waking up the girl sleeping on the other side of the door, and the Daemon could not have that. "Be silent!" the cloud barked, and the group of delinquents complied immediately, each of their faces pale and tear stained. The cloud's voice lowered to a hiss, the fanged maw edging closer to the Humans, it's teeth looking more than capable of rending their flesh despite being composed of smoke. "Remove yourself from my sight, and know that your doom comes.....And uh...Don't bother telling anyone about this. They're probably not going to believe you." The group of delinquents nodded silently in unison, not eager to argue with a demonic smoke cloud before rushing away, all tripping over each other in their haste to escape.

Satisfied that their work was complete, Rasteva immediately deflated and retreated back under the door. Their little stunt had been costly, and moreover they had revealed themselves to Humans though they were sure no one would be any the wiser even if they DID speak of what had just happened. Rasteva coiled back over to the forgotten stuffed bear and settled back inside of it once more. There was no chance of them escaping tonight, even know they could not muster the power to even move the toy. Resigning themselves to spending the night on the floor, the Daemon only hoped that the girl sleeping in the other room did not question their distance from her bed too much.

Rasteva made a mental note to collect their payment from her at a later date once they had regained their own body.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Previous Occupation (If highschool student or lower specify): Sandwich Artist

Appearance:

Player (Unless a hacker spot for this side is open)
Alliance: R3v314t1on
Gamertag: Hyp3r1on
Alias: "The Red Death" to players outside of R3v314t1on
Gender: Male
Level: Max
Class: Battleborn/Caretaker
Subclass: Bounty Hunter (Specialize in finding hidden units, close combat and chasing down opponents. Higher speed, lower armor, Higher attack power when 1 on 1)
Weapons: Revolver x2, Rifle, Bolo, Laser short sword
Abilities:
Active abilities:
Mark: Puts a flare on the target, showing their location at all times (one at a time)
Bolo: Stuns for 2 seconds, 10 foot range (20 foot for marked target)
Bounty: If within 300 units (5 feet) of a stunned, marked enemy with less than 15% health, coup de grace for bonus exp and credits
Honorable Duel: Neither player may move away or use items, can only attack each other for the next 3 seconds (7 seconds if marked target)
Poison-dart: Single target poison that slows players more the longer it lasts, slowly dissipates as well
Sarsaparilla: Heal over time (only self cast)

Passives:
Close the gap: When near a marked enemy, Movement speed increases 50%
One at a time: 1.5 damage to marked target (.75 damage to non-marked targets)

Bio: ???
Personality: (Optional since I prefer to let their personality come to life on their own)
PvP/Ragnarok theme song:

[User]
E.C.H.O

This wasn't the first time Echo had been here, but it still amazed her none the less. It had been quite sometime she had been around in here, ever since the first couple of attempts of a siege. Shaking at the thought of the failures and things she saw, she wasn't exactly all that excited about being here again for essentially the same purpose. Meeting the commander as his name was, a real stick up the ass type of guy, looking down on the group, she found a lot of the big boys did that. Couldn't blame them, they weren't the big boys for nothing, but it still always irked her, they had never really been her thing. She had the capacity to be the same way, but it was to much effort in all honesty, way to much, and before now, she was just content with doing what she wanted more or less.

Continuing on their way, she pretty much had tuned out the man after he started to look down on them, though he wasn't really revealing what she didn't already know about the place. Kiro tensed as the guards raised their guns at them and Echo watched as some of the others did as well, she put her hand on Kiro's head and reassured them they were fine "Wouldn't make any sense to slaughter us, he's just stroking himself a little bit, nothing like a good wank of the big ole boy to show he's top shit around, right?" she spoke to Kiro but anyone close would hear her. Kiro gave a chuckle, relaxing as they were continuing on their way. Quickly entering the room, they encountered Minx, a...very interesting person to say the least. Hadn't changed one bit since the last time she had seen the women, as sassy as ever too. Seeing her starting to leave, the group had started to move and one by one they tried to start explaining what they could do and the like.

Until one member, a Warlock, got impatient "I mean it wouldn't hurt to know what everyone does, these are your allies and not someone expandable. Having knowledge of what they can do, can save an entire battle or yourself. Hell a whole army can be saved with team work and what you need for team work is knowledge of how your team works, just a word to the wise, im not scolding you because at the end of the day, who am i to tell you how to feel, i didn't mean anything by it, im just giving helpful tips as a vet in these types of games..." turning on her heels "Kiro can explain what we can do."

As Echo moved off, Kiro walked between most of the group "Being a Huntress Class, Echo was forced to not take active skills, instead i have most of the active capabilities we have. The first being me itself, i am her main weapon in the most literal sense. The Dog i am put in, is fitted with me, an Artificial Intelligence, one of the best in game. I am virtually self and free thinking, and capable of making decisions at the same time as well you guys. Besides me, the dog is fitted with a radar system, up to half a mile in radius. A Radio itself and a rescue ping system, the body itself is bullet proof, big rounds and armor piercing are the only things that can break through. Blades are almost never likely to be able to cut through. The claws are made of sharpened Titanium, as are the teeth. The jaw can crush iron plates with ease, if that's any type of measurements. It also is impact absorbent, full on collision with a car, will only slightly damage the dog. It's also fitted with the huntress passive abilities, but those are a little harder to explain so you can look on the class information here if you're interested" Kiro sent a group message to them all "that's all for us, oh, her weapon information is also in there as well, but Echo can be a close , mid, and even long range fighter, she also is full of experience, so hope she can be of assistance to you all."

Kiro quickly walked up next to Echo, who was walking next to Minx "I don't know if you remember me, but we've fought together and every time we lost, what is different this time?" she glanced back at the group, worried for a second but quickly focused forward, looking at Minx.

[Assistant]
[AoD]
Genesis, Sanctuary: Pyre

Every one of Angel's nerves were on edge as they were led to a large gate, She had literally just gotten over the fact that she would be working in an actual team but when they made it to the gate her Mercenary alarms were on high Alert. When they made it to the gate Angel's heart was in her throat as the group was inspected by the man sitting between the two Goliaths. She was slightly annoyed at how the commander was just disregarding their abilities but bit her tongue as she looked to all the heavily armed Goliaths deciding to shrink back in the group.

 She had never been in Pyre and was pleasantly surprised that it was so different from Killion. Killion, even though it was basically the base of The terrorist group, it wasn't nearly as fortified on the outer edges as it was in Pyre and there were definetly more Shady people. When they got into the city Angel could literally see the currency draining from her account as they passed by the shops, there were so many good things to buy but Angel knew she shouldn't buy at the moment. "I'll come back for this stuff later" she said as she stared at a weapon upgrade shop that had caught her eye. She definetly had enough money to trick herself out with some good stuff but then what would be the point to messaging the UN to give them stuff.

 She chose not to fly through the streets and chose to just walk in line trying to draw the least attention to herself even though it was a bit hard with the fact that her Armor and wing were quiet a distinguishable factor of her character. A few of the guards locked eyes with her as they walked through the city and one even readjusted his gun as she looked at her. "God this is ridiculous, I haven't even do anything... yet" she though as said Goliath lowered their gun and just turned back around.

 She was constantly darting her eyes around taking in details and it was all she could do to keep herself taking off into the air to calm her nerves, She had to be professional. As they walked into the room with general and got through their introductions Angel was a getting very annoyed that people continue to not give them credit just because they were a bit unbalanced. "I'm actually pretty Good at Offence, Defense, and support" she said with a bit a irritation in her voice "And with my flight ability I could even be a scout" Angel finished with a huff. As she stood there Angel tapped her talons on the ground in impatience feeling a bit claustrophobic with the amount of people in the same room as her, it got to the point where she slowly moved over to the wall and leaned against it trying to just get a bit more breathing room.

[User]
Sensei
Genesis: Sanctuary Pyre

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Smiling, Sensei took a moment to commit the names of the rest of his team to memory, following the small escort sent to take them further into the Sanctuary. He made sure to observe the extensive security measures throughout the city, thinking to himself, This place is pretty well defended, especially considering how little time that they must've had to prepare for all of this. I can definitely see why R3v314t1on hasn't swarmed this place already. Looking through the shops, he saw almost nothing but guns, guns, swords, and more guns. One of the many downsides of going "weaponless." Not everyone saw the advantages of such a choice, and Sensei wanted to make sure that his teammates didn't do the same. James stayed mostly silent as the commander brought them to the General, who introduced them to Minx. With this much militarism and hierarchy throughout the Sanctuary, I'm surprised that none of these top guns haven't straight up started a dictatorship or something.

He listened intently as Minx introduced herself and looked over the group. Indeed, he had not been thrilled when he saw not a single Caretaker in the bunch. However, as they began to travel, he perked up as he heard his companions begin to list off their strengths. Hearing Watcher mention his sniper rifle was a plus; Sensei knew that he would need plenty of long range counterparts from the others, considering his own skill set. Yukihiro listed off not only his own abilities but those of his summons. He thought briefly on each of them: Indriel would be the one he would probably fight next to, Christian would provide much needed cover, and Alisia would be there when he inevitably made a mistake and took a crap ton of damage. Afterwards, there was Onyx, who kept his dialogue to a minimum. Sensei was about to speak out, until Echo did it for him. Her response was also fairly short, although she let her "Killing.Infiltration.Robot.Operator D Version" do the explaining. Yes, I am going to call it that every time I refer to it. If anything, he appreciated the message that he was sent. It would at least give him something to read on the way to Killion. Listening to Angel, he thought briefly on her wings. He could imagine plenty of uses for those, especially if they could carry any considerable weight. The thought of her carrying the entire team by her wings sprung to mind and made him giggle, until he realized that it was probably his own turn to speak.

Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, he spoke out to the group, saying, "Alright, so as you might have guessed, I'm one of those "idiotic weaponless" BattleBornes. Yeah, yeah, if you're going to insult me, I've heard it all before. Now, talking strategy, I'm definitely best up close, and I'll deal plenty of damage once I'm there. Most Brawlers are pretty tame, but I've studied martial arts my entire life, so I wouldn't say I'm like most Brawlers. But I'm basically no good from a distance, and I'll occasionally need plenty of cover to charge up my attacks. Still, I'll try to be an asset in any way possible."

[Assistant]
"Good thing I'm not expendable. Unlike you I have a purpose in this operation." The man said, sipping from a mug of fake alcohol from a vendor in a fake world that wouldn't even get him fake tipsy. He flipped through the face cards in his inventory over and over, studying each player on them, always pausing on the joker. He looked behind the counter, thinking about robbing the place, but the trouble of dealing with this many NPC's was not worth the few credits he could get from their bodies and the register. He was almost about to get up when all hell broke loose behind him. A hint of smoke passed by both sides of his head, his screen lit up as if he'd been hit from all sides but no damage was done. Well, not to him at least, Lanc3 had been killed, but it was only Lanc3. He hated the guy anyways. Always trying to be a spy even though he was just a meat shield at heart. Poor guy, probably left behind quite a few forum-moderation positions that made him feel like he was doing something with his life.

The Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. "Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too." The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].

"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now." He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was "stuck" in the game. He chuckled. "A shield would be nice." He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target.


[System]
Age: 12

Appearance: Black mid-length hair swept to one side, green eyes, a sarcastic smirk and a smug demeanor.

Personality: Terrance is good at pushing people's buttons. With a sarcastically smug attitude and a large vocabulary, he is an easy person to either like or hate. He doesn't generally try to irritate people...though when he sees someone whom he doesn't like, or just seems overly snappish, he generally will just for fun. He loves a good challenge, and when one comes up, his expression will change just a bit...his smirk will become less sarcastic and more predatory, his eyes will narrow, and he will try to beat that challenge by any means most expedient. He may also come across as cocky at times. These things said, he can be a good and loyal friend, and although he may seem like an annoying, self-centered SOB, you can rest assured that he has your best interests at heart...right beside his own. :) He prefers black muggle jeans and hoodie to robes, and will probably be seen in that attire often and/or under the robes.

History: Terrance Neston was born to a pureblood family, immersed in magic up to his eyeballs. His father was/is an Auror, and he commonly said that the only dark wizard he was ever likely to be unable to defeat was his mischievous son. Within hours of getting his wand after the letter arrived with his invitation to attend Hogwarts, Terrance had already made shooting harmless hexes at the cat his new favorite thing to do. The cat was appropriately scandalized, we presume it has since settled down in more public areas once again, instead of hiding in terror of its life under beds. His family was most eager to send the kid off to Hogwarts, and was looking forward to the letter arriving for a good time before it came...and after it did, for the term to start. And of course the first thing they did when the letter arrived was to get him his own cat...

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: 12.4 inch Oak, with a unicorn hair core.

Pet: A grey short-haired cat named Shade. Will look at you with equal parts dignity and scorn. Luckily Terrance liked him too much to start trying to hex him. Also likes Terrance, luckily.

[User]
"You be a good boy now you hear?" Hayes mother said patting his shoulder and adjusting his black wool sweater. She looked at the young boy, he green eyes shined at the young wizard. "You are such an amazing young man" She said, holding back tears and kissed his forehead. Hayes nodded and watched some young boys enter a seemly solid wall, though, from what he saw from some of his fathers books, this was the least amount of strange magic he is going to see.

He passed through the wall and his owl Albert moved restlessly. Hayes reached into his basket of things and grabbed a snack for the bird.
"Here Albert, eat this, I know you must be hungry" He said with a calm smile as he fed the bird nuts. He felt sort of strange speaking to his new owl as if it was a person, but he saw a boy who seemed his age speaking to his dog in the same manner.

As the station filed and split into students boarding the train and parents waving goodbye, the sounds and weeps filled Hayes' ears, he was so excited to finally be leaving, he had dreamed of this day for years.

He moved over to an open compartment, not paying attention to the number, he just wanted a seat. He sat quickly and looked out the foggy steamed window.

[Assistant] Bishop shoved a cracker into his hoodie pocket for Veil as he glared at the bird across the car. He stroked the pale rat's head, earning a quiet squeak. Bishop glanced at the door, then looked out the window. He kept an eye on the owl, keeping a protective hand over the pocket with Veil in it. Waiting for other kids to arrive, he passed the time by watching the landscape and the second hand on his watch.

[User]
Terrance Neston

Terrance burst through the magical barrier separating platform 9 3/4 from the muggle world, mere moments after bidding his parents an excited goodbye, see you later. As he reorients himself to the new area, he wonders...not for the first time...why it is that the platform is platform 9 and 3/4...why not 7/8, or why not 8 and a half? Or 3.7927, for that matter? Why that particular number? But as he passes his baggage trolley to a porter, that question leaves his mind almost as quickly as it had come, and he briskly boards the train with his carryon bag...without Shade, his carrier is back with the rest of his baggage, with the sleeping cat inside. Looking into the first compartment he sees, he sees that it seems mostly full...so he moves on to the second. Only one boy was already there, so he went ahead and spoke up, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Hey, mind if I sit here?"

[Assistant]
Karen strode through the floors of King's Cross Station, her face a mask of utmost calm. The small blonde's measured, graceful steps were well practiced, and each move as though choreographed for a ballet recital. Her smooth, impassive face gave of an aloof charm, and bestowed upon her a maturity she did not feel she actually had - nevertheless, perfection was what she sought, and well included how she looked. A child she may be, but she did not have to act like one, at least, not all the time; scarce were the times she would allow herself to act out in public.

Even then, her movements were the least attention grabbing thing about her; more noticeable was the outfit she was wearing: A purple velvet dress that reached her knees, accompanied by silk bridal gauntlets of the same color. A thin silver necklace that carried a locket at its end, with an intricate symbol stenciled on it, and snakeskin ankle boots, that made distinctively loud clack-ing sounds with every step. All obviously expensive materials, and all obviously out of place attire in a regular train station.

Still more attention grabbing was the aged man in a butlers outfit hauling luggage behind her. The dapper silver fox kept pace with her all the way until Platform 9
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, when all the enchantments around it kicked in, and all the attention they had gathered at this point became meaningless. At once, everyone began minding their own business, scarcely paying attention to the unusual duo.

The trip to the train itself was uneventful, save for a few glances here and there. Karen stopped in front of the train, her hands on the railings.

"Milady . . . I'm sure, your parents would have wanted to be here." Karen's hands gripped tight against her suitcase.

"I . . . I'm sure they would have, Aleksi, I'm sure . . . " Her voice trailed off with a shudder, and in a rare moment of emotion, turned and wrapped her arms around Aleksi in a tight huf. "I'll miss you."

Left unsaid was: I'll miss them.

The old man patted her on the back consolingly. "I know, I know. Come on now, you'll have fun at Hogwarts, you've scarcely the time to be missing an old fogey like myself."

Blinking back unshed tears, Karen unwrapped herself from him, and nodded. With a small smile, she stepped into the train, Elijah trailing after her. Once inside, she entered the closest compartment to her, not particularly caring where she sat, so long as she was able to. She was unsurprised to find that it was occupied already; the door was closed, after all, usually a clear sign that someone had been through it.

The occupant was a boy with light brown hair, with eyes of a similar color, if darker in shade. Karen cleared her throat to grab his attention, and gave a small curtsy.

"Good morning, is it too much to ask if I could share the compartment with you?" she inquired in a soft, yet clear voice, her light sapphire eyes locking directly with his chocolate brown ones.

[User]
Anna-Jayne blinked almost as if she was confused. It was not logical, the seemingly solid brick wall that sat in Kings Cross Station lend to another platform entirely yet, like her grandmother's stories, she could go right through the magical doorway. Felix continued sleeping on top of her luggage rested on her luggage cart, the cat making no sign to indicate he knew what just happened.

"Come on dear, we can't have you being crushed by the other students now, can we?" her grandmother instructs. Until she spoke hadn't noticed she had come through already. Swiftly pushing her cart away from the wall, narrowly missing a passing student in the process, Anna-Jayne took a proper look around the area. It was not much different from your regular platform with the brick it's brick walls and large clock stationed high up. She glanced at each student for a brief amount of time, one of the girl's in a lavender dress, whom her eyes seemed to spot first, brought Anna-Jayne to think she was under-dressed in her old slightly faded denim jeans and short sleeved turquoise shirt but after scanning through other students found that wasn't so.

Following her grandmother Anna-Jayne purses her lips nervously, slowly pushing her luggage cart with Felix still asleep.
"I think you'll enjoy Hogwarts" her grandmother says gently, offering her granddaughter a kind smile.

"I hope so," Anna-Jayne mutters.

"Why don't I take your bags for you and you and Felix can bored the train?" Most days this would be an offer Anna-Jayne would have refused but, for some reason, today she felt inclined to let her grandmother do so. With a nod she moved herself from her bags and scooped up the sleeping cat who awoke and meowed in annoyance of his interrupted nap. Anna-Jayne's grandmother gave her a small kiss on her forehead before the pair said their farewells and she boarded the train, Felix in her arms.

She slowly wandered down the corridor before seating herself in compartment 5 which was, until now, unoccupied.

[Assistant]
Hayes' mind drifted off as he thought about his new life in a new world. He was brought back to reality from the sequel of Albert and the opening of the door. A young girl walked in and asked to sit. Her politeness amazed him, most girls he had seen or gone to school with at home were loud, and only cared about their sweets and dresses.
Hayes nodded "Yes, of course" he said tossing back a polite smile. He moved over and run his index finger over the overly excited owl in effert to calm the bird.
He looked back up to the girl, opening his mouth to say something but bit back his words. Hayes had always been a shy young boy, expecally around other children his own age, his mother would giggle and poke fun whenever there was a girl around.
He sat in silence fitting with his own hands as the rest of the students finished off boarding the train.

[User]
Cal was reading the daily prophet in the train car. On the front page was a picture of Askaban, as well as much smaller ones of at least fifteen inmates. Cal started to read about it.

Earlier today Askaban Prison there was a mass breakout of over fifteen inmates. Now the people are wondering of Askaban is really a secure place to store criminals. The ministry should use the most of the power they can to secure Askaban, to ensure a friendly safe environment for all wizards, and muggles alike.

It went on and on about the ministry and what it should do to keep Askaban safe in the future, but all Cal cared about, was that it wasn't safe how it was now. Over fifteen criminals on the loose and they could be heading anywhere, even Hogwarts.

A little while later a boy, around his age, came up to his compartment, asking if he could sit there.

"Sure, I don't mind. Cal wasn't good with small talk so he just sat for a few seconds before handing him the paper.

"I don't even know why they bother with Askaban anymore. I mean, with its history of breakouts... I'm Cal by the way."

[Assistant]
"Thank you." With a polite nod of her own, Karen crossed into the compartment, sliding her luggage into the compacts above them. Elijah, white tail swishing haughtily behind her, meowed for attention.

Smiling, Karen picked up the cat and cradled him in her arms as she sat down, stroking his fur. Silence settled into the compartment, though it was noticeably awkward, with the other boy opening his mouth, attempting to begin a conversation. He held back, seemingly too shy to go through with it. Karen understood - she herself had a distinct lack of experience when it came to social interaction with children her age; her family manor was rather distant from the nearest village - not distant enough to be inconvenient, but not close enough for her to be bothered to get up from her self-studies. Most of the time she talked with Aleksi or Uncle or any other adult that came by for business. Still, being unable to interact socially with her peers was - in her eyes - a weakness. An imperfection.

And Karen would be nothing less than perfect.

Before there would be conversation, however, introductions were to be had. They would never get anywhere if not. "Hello there, my name is Karen, Karen McGrave. It's nice to meet you . . . ?" She trailed off, waiting fro a reply.